Belinda Ward

“The Turnabout Tour” by Belinda Ward

The day started like any other. An amalgam of groggy teenagers chattered in the parking lot of Ashbrook High School, waiting for the old chartreuse-colored school bus to carry them off to their much-anticipated field trip. It was a damp, overcast morning with a threat of rain in the air, but nothing that could dull the students' excitement for their visit to the renowned Greenhall Mansion – a centuries-old relic said to ...

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“The Hooded Figure's Secret Room” by Belinda Ward

It was a dark and stormy night, and the small town of Millfield was blanketed in a thick fog that made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. The streets were deserted, and the only sounds were the eerie howling of the wind and the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. That's when he appeared. A tall, dark figure emerged from the mist, walking with a slow and deliberate gait. H...

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“The Unsettling Reunion” by Belinda Ward

It was a rainy night in the small town of Hollowfield. The droplets pattered on the windows of the dimly lit bar, forming small rivulets that trickled down the glass. The only thing breaking the silence was the occasional clink of glassware and a hushed conversation that seemed out of place in such a setting. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a storm quite like this," muttered James, swirling his wh...

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“The Lost Amulet” by Belinda Ward

The air was heavy with dread as the attic door creaked open. The dim light filtered through the dust-ridden window, casting eerie shadows on the cobwebs that hung like forgotten drapes. Martin, a 30-year-old history professor, had been digging through his childhood home in search of something he believed to be lost forever. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions for Martin. He had jus...

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“ The Cycle of Eternity” by Belinda Ward

Pulsating with pain and confusion, Mark gasped for air as he awoke in the damp, dimly lit alley. He picked himself up, his bones creaking under the weight of his body. He had experienced this exact moment countless times before, and yet, he could not remember his life outside this eerie cycle.  Mark stumbled out of the alley and onto the bustling city streets. The cacophony of cars honking, people chattin...

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“Blossoming Hope A Chance Encounter Turned Nightmare” by Belinda Ward

Submitted to Contest #191

Aiko had always been a reserved individual, preferring the comfort of her own company over the bustle of life outside. But as she strolled through the gardens among the delicate pink and white petals of cherry blossoms, something in her stirred. It was a feeling of warmth, joy and...hope. She had come to Japan specifically for the cherry blossom season, and she wasn't disappointed. The sight of the blooms f...

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“The Fearmonger: A Tale of Bravery and Hope” by Belinda Ward

The room was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting the windowpane. The only light came from the flickering candle on the table between them. The man across from her, who introduced himself only as The Collector, had a sinister smile on his face as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have heard of me, yes?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "I collect stories, stories of fear...

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“The Abandoned Mansion of Nightmares” by Belinda Ward

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The wind howled as it passed through the empty streets, making the snow dance in the air. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional snap of a branch or the crunch of snow underfoot.In the center of the town stood an old, abandoned mansion. Its windows were boarded up, and the paint was peeling from the walls. The once-majestic structure was now nothing more than a shell of its former self, a forgotten relic of a bygone era.Ho...

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“Micheal &Jane DEADLY HONEYMOON ” by Belinda Ward

It was the middle of the night, and I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was walking around upstairs. I tried to ignore it, but it kept getting louder and more persistent. Finally, I got up out of bed and went to investigate. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I knew something was wrong. The door to our bedroom was open, and I could see Jane inside, ...

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