Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Nightmare Whispers: What Remains: Nightmare Whispers, #3
    Nightmare Whispers: What Remains: Nightmare Whispers, #3
    Nightmare Whispers: What Remains: Nightmare Whispers, #3
    Ebook140 pages1 hour

    Nightmare Whispers: What Remains: Nightmare Whispers, #3

    By Fae Corps Publishing, Arianna Sebo, Ivor Steven and

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    New Horizons or the maze of your mind navigation depends on the secrets you find. Fae Corps Publishing Presents 8 tales of psychological horror that ask the question "how do you fight the enemy within?" Featuring poetry, prose and art by new and established authors from around the world. Nightmare Whispers Volume 3: What Remains is 132 unsettling pages that trap your mind and combines fantasy and cyberpunk for a gut punch of terror.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFae Corps Publishing
    Release dateOct 31, 2020
    ISBN9781393835127
    Nightmare Whispers: What Remains: Nightmare Whispers, #3
    Author

    Fae Corps Publishing

    A relatively new Indie Publisher, Fae Corps is all about helping the Indie Author find the magic in their art.. We are the authors and the small storytellers. We are all about helping the new and struggling authors to be seen.

    Read more from Fae Corps Publishing

    Related to Nightmare Whispers

    Titles in the series (4)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Anthologies For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Morbidity & the Miniature

      May 11, 2018

      Morbidity & the Miniature
      14 min read

    • Article

      Judges

      Mar 10, 2024

      The doctors assured me the shrapnel in my leg would do no further harm if they “let sleeping dogs lie,” or at least less harm than trying to take it out would cause. “Hey,” I asked them. “What if it decides to cut its way out all on its own?” My grea

      12 min read

    • Article

      Octopus’s Garden

      Jun 24, 2024

      Octopus’s Garden
      8 min read

    • Article

      The Final Truth

      Jan 21, 2020

      The Final Truth
      5 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Nov 1, 2023

      There was a family of deer that looked something like us.They traveled far with a fierce sense of collective unity.Held their fearless faces absent of cosmic worry, for the most part.And yet something crept in, making the easiest partof being togethe

      9 min read

    • Article

      The Dark Whispers

      May 1, 2024

      i. We ride horses in the slowly-falling snowand you tell me it is Summer, it is warm,and I don’t quite believe you, but I love you,so I go along with the oddly humorous deception. My mother says “Love is blind”and “Hindsight is 20/20,” but it doesn’t

      12 min read

    • Article

      Collins Ferry Landing

      Jul 1, 2020

      for my father Only rivers bottom out like this.Only rivers bottom out with this kind of conviction.Not humans, or, at least, not humans asindisputably human as you were,trapped in consciousness’s surplus, exilic,animalized absurdity, writhing in its

      5 min read

    • Article

      Steven Returns the Universe

      Mar 21, 2022

      Steven Returns the Universe
      14 min read

    • Article

      How the Cicada Screams

      Dec 1, 2020

      How the Cicada Screams
      7 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems

      Feb 28, 2023

      (layer 20, direction one) All of it begins. I’m soaked to the skin by a sudden downpour. My gray silkblouse won’t come free from the skin of my chest, my arms. I abandon themeanings of silk and skin to a moth-wing thinness, fluttering skyward. Sun re

      5 min read

    • Article

      A Rear Old Time

      May 9, 2021

      A Rear Old Time
      7 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Phillip B. Williams

      Dec 15, 2017

      The masters are yet dead. Wanting to be human,I tried to rewrite The Waste Land. The canon’s reachcasts ruinous light. The masters’ pens breachthis page where, above, my own hand spectates. Babylonrisen, exorcism in reverse, whose nature upended now?

      6 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2020

      Pallets of bottled water on the back porchwere one evidence of apocalypseor the demise of the way of thingsor lazily written computer code backin the 80s, when I was a boyand the nightly news was just about all the doomwe had stomachs for, whenwere t

      3 min read

    • Article

      The Essay On Faith

      May 1, 2022

      exordium While sound and seaworthy, I confess a life of false confessions, false hearts, ample contempt for bench warrants charging me with failures to appear. Let what interest death’s elbow grease won’t erase compound, judgments sealed in my ova, m

      4 min read

    • Article

      The Seven-Year Cycle

      Jul 5, 2022

      The Seven-Year Cycle
      8 min read

    • Article

      The Orphan’s Dilemma

      Aug 10, 2021

      In a few minutes they’re going to say, “It’s your turn, Harold.” He will face Ms. Wickham with her thick black frames and smiling, slightly bugeyed look, the question more in her eyes than on her lips because he already knows what that question is. H

      11 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Nov 1, 2022

      To be the fish on the ladderand not know what it means. To feel the bronzes,the pearls, the greens, but in a contextof pure combat. To fight the literal stream we hurl ourselves into for nodiscernible purpose, other than some moleculesays it will be

      4 min read

    • Article

      What’s It Like to Be Me Right Now?

      Nov 6, 2018

      What’s It Like to Be Me Right Now?
      4 min read

    • Article

      The Last Word with Jonathan Weiner: The more science knows, the more rich and mysterious the world becomes.

      Nov 27, 2014

      Jonathan Weiner is one of our favorite science writers. He animates topics like evolution and genetics with personal stories about pioneer scientists that read like adventures you don’t want to end. You can go to the Galapagos Islands to marvel at bl

      6 min read

    • Article

      Cricket League

      Jan 1, 2020

      Ivy Lugbill, age 8 Indianapolis, IN I was so excited! My dad and I were going camping! After we packed all our stuff, my dad said, “Hop in!” I grabbed the paper towel roll binoculars I had been making and jumped into the car. It was a really . . . re

      7 min read

    • Article

      A Souvenir of Me

      Nov 15, 2022

      A Souvenir of Me
      4 min read

    • Article

      A Debut Novelist Imagines Life After Her Own Death

      Aug 4, 2022

      I was 17 years old when I died. The post A Debut Novelist Imagines Life After Her Own Death appeared first on The Millions.

      9 min read

    • Article

      Named After the Animal

      Oct 13, 2020

      Named After the Animal
      18 min read

    • Article

      The Inventions of Witches

      Oct 30, 2017

      The Inventions of Witches
      7 min read

    • Article

      Ira & the Whale

      Jun 14, 2022

      It is dark in the whale and hot. The air is difficult to breathe. Ira is coated in gunk, sweating in his black Speedo. The whale’s heartbeat booms and echoes like a giant drum. It’s intimidating. It sounds tribal, ritualistic, as Ira wades through th

      15 min read

    • Article

      Why look at Beth Cavener's Animals?

      Nov 1, 2017

      Why look at Beth Cavener's Animals?
      12 min read

    • Article

      Holding Hands With A Chimp

      Dec 13, 2018

      Revelation comes in different forms for different people. A biblical verse. A flash of recognition in a lover’s eyes. A Nietzschean proverb. A classical sonata. A child’s embrace. Any moment of profundity, really, where time stops and the divine reve

      4 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Nightmare Whispers

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Nightmare Whispers - Fae Corps Publishing

      OEBPS/images/image0001.png

      Fae Corps Inc

      ©2020 Fae Corps Publishing

      Editors: Cyndi Pilcher/Patricia Harris

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form  or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage  and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the authors.  The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of Fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

      This is a horror anthology. There are mature themes and situations. We here at Fae Corps hope that your experience is entertaining, and just a little spooky. Please enjoy with caution.

      Nightmare Whispers

      (In entirety)

      By Patricia Harris

      The darkness within

      echoing the madness without,

      fighting the urge to pretend

      that the anger doesn't mirror

      my own pain.

      A shadow covering

      my route to escape.

      Intensifying my doubt,

      Makes me wonder about

      what remains.

      The whispers of Nightmares,

      hides in my soul,

      telling of monsters

      wearing faces of man

      Makes me wonder how it all began

      OEBPS/images/image0002.png

      Kari Leigh Sanders

      For my mother, Karma, for all of her love and support, and for answering questions that begin with, So this is going to sound weird, but...

      K.T. Seto

      for my brother

      Brittany MacDonald

      Dad,

      You were always believing in me, even when I couldn't. You've always been my biggest fan and, without you, this wouldn't be possible. I love you.

      Tish MacWebber

      I would like to dedicate this story to all of the spiders that have made me laugh this summer. I never knew there were spiders who were also comedians. I would also like to thank my husband, Roy Webber, for coming up with Ludvick von Hairball's name.

      Serena Mossgraves

      To those who screw up,

      Just remember it is not the end of the world.

      Valkyrie Howard

      To my mother and grandmother for always believing in me and encouraging me to follow my dreams. Even forever separated by space and time, you'll eternally be my Sun and Moon

      Stories and poems contained

      Within this volume include

      The Reaper Art by Z.L.A.

      Creepy People A Poem by Arianna Sebo

      Ghost Man A Poem by Arianna Sebo

      Evil Laughter A Poem by Arianna Sebo

      Apoptosis (What Remains) A Story by K.T. Seto

      Intruder In The Woods A Story by Austen Miles

      5 Senryu Poems by Robert Beveridge

      The Intruder A Story by Kari Leigh Sanders

      Pontoon A Poem by Ivor Steven

      Dark Fae Lovers Art by Z.L.A.

      Apocalyptic Truths A Story by Serena Mossgraves

      There’s Something Different About Her A Story by Raz T. Slasher

      The Nightmare Machine A Story by Valkyrie Howard

      Web of Nightmares A Story by Tish MacWebber

      City of Broken Dreams A Story by Brittany McDonald

      OEBPS/images/image0003.jpgOEBPS/images/image0004.png

      Creepy People

      by Arianna Sebo

      OEBPS/images/image0004.png

      Creepy People

      by Arianna Sebo

      Creepy people

      always about

      touching my hair

      asking personal questions

      trying to be suggestive

      but being controlling instead

      they need to leave me alone

      before I bring out my torch

      and burn down their houses

      and their dirty hands

      Ghost Man

      by Arianna Sebo

      Ghost man sitting in a chair

      why do you stare at me

      you tease me

      make me believe

      you are really there

      with your rugged looks

      and intense stare

      why do you cross your legs so

      it’s like you are expecting me to

      look at you

      while you creepily keep me in

      your line of sight without

      shifting your gaze

      why do you torture me

      please go creep someone else out

      Evil Laughter

      by Arianna Sebo

      Enjoying others anguish and

      uneasiness

      is that so wrong

      it brings me joy to see them squirm

      because they find me imposing

      the mere mention of my name

      ringing bells of alarm

      in the primitive centres

      of their brains

      awesome

      to have such power

      purely maniacal

      laughter erupts

      from my belly

      I get a kind of sick pleasure

      from watching their wormy

      squirmy bodies tense up when I

      tease them with my presence and

      trans-dimensional

      evil laughter

      OEBPS/images/image0005.png

      Apoptosis (What Remains)

      by Kt Seto

      The humming sound the ship made seemed muted after the cacophony of the battle.  How long had it been? He couldn’t remember. William stifled the urge to move or touch the controls knowing his salvation lay only in inaction, if he fired the thrusters too soon, he might miss.  It was hard, every instinct he had screamed for him to run as far and as fast as possible. Every bone in his body hurt, every muscle felt as if some mad and vicious thing had chewed on him and spit him out instead of swallowing.  Bone deep pain, the kind that lingered and followed you into the darkness of sleep was his only companion. Shouting its presence in the silent blackness that grew larger and more encompassing as he drifted away.

      The pod could have held more than one person. Three tops if they were small and there wasn’t any other cargo.  It held enough rations for two humans for a month, enough air and water for longer if you stayed calm and immobile. He’d once heard of someone who’d survived in a pod like this for almost an Earth year. They’d been in suspended animation and their oxygen requirements had been minimal in that state. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need to be here long. Hopefully someone safe found the vessel before he ran out of options.

      It was comforting to know that he had options unlike those he’d left behind. Though they were few, the reality of having more to look forward to than just death soothed him. A balm for his shattered nerves. He’d been tested beyond the realm of his previous imaginings by the last few days. Yet he’d learned how strong he was, how deep the determination to survive ran through his veins.  If he closed his eyes now, he would probably see the faces of those he’d left behind in the ship. Their faces and what he’d done, how he’d changed them. Left his mark until nothing remained. Nothing human that is.

      William looked out the window at the rapidly retreating point of light that had been his home for more than two years. The light came from the incineration of the ship’s interior fixtures sealed away from the vacuum of space by the layers of metal and silicon composites that made up the hull but to the unaware it could be the normal lighting of the freighter. A metal tomb that burned merrily in place because there hadn’t been a breach from the outside. No, destruction had come from within. His trajectory, providing he caught the solar wind stream he’d aimed for- would take him on a long loop towards Mars and potential safety.  If he didn’t catch it, he still might get drawn into the slight gravity well of one of Mars’ many moons- which still offered him the chance for salvation, but it would take longer. Options. Paths to take, all of them leading away from was, into what might be built on the ashes of his former life. A life that ended in pain.

      The pain was nothing compared to the fear. It was fear that held him immobile more than anything else. Fear that he hadn’t left everything behind. Fear that something had clung to him or the pod, that something remained. Something that even now lay in wait for him to let down his guard so it could get in and do to him what it had done to his crew. For a moment all he could feel was the fear, that same suffocating madness that had been his constant companion for the last four days. When he’d begun to see the creatures lurking behind their eyes, begun to hear the faint hissing in their throats when they spoke. Watching them change, watching the metamorphosis had stolen most of his logic. Stifled his ability to think, to reason. Trapped. He’d been trapped in the ship with them as they shifted from human to something other and back again before his eyes.

      That was the worst part of this, beyond the pain, beyond the terror; the knowing that they had

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1