Hard
⭐ 7.0 (1)
Day 1: The woman claiming to be my mother slammed a plate of wet, grey meat on the table. I refused to eat. Her jaw unhinged with a sickening crack, and she screamed until I swallowed a bite.
Day 2: I tried to sneak out while 'Dad' was in the garage. The little girl who calls me 'brother' found me. She didn't scream. She just giggled, pointing a long, pale finger back at my room. 'Not ripe yet,' she whispered.
Day 3: I can hear them sharpening knives in the kitchen. They are arguing over which parts to roast. I am shaking so hard my teeth act like a metronome in the silence.
Day 4: The table is finally set. The main course is steaming in the center, perfectly charred. Watching the family tear into the meat and lap up the dark red sauce, I stop shaking. For the first time in days, I feel completely weightless and at peace.
By: kubo
Hard
⭐ 8.0 (1)
Young Lily stared at the failing '38' on her math test. Terrified of her father's temper, she grabbed a pen from the drawer and carefully closed the curves, turning the '3' into an '8'. To her eyes, the alteration was seamless. She presented the paper to her father at dinner, praying he wouldn't notice the ink difference. He looked at the grade, his face draining of color. He didn't yell at Lily. Instead, he stood up in absolute silence, walked into the kitchen, and stabbed his wife.
#Crime#Tragedy#Psychological
By: kubo
Hard
⭐ 10.0 (1)
[Stormy Night. The Blackwood Manor Library]
**Arthur (The Dying Patriarch):** "The Family Almanac is never wrong. On the night of the heir's choosing, three signs will herald the King's death: The Wind shall hold its breath, the Water shall bleed dry, and the Light shall be swallowed."
**Marcus (Eldest Son):** "Dad, stop with the fairy tales. The lawyer is waiting. Who gets the company?"
**Elena (Daughter):** "Wait... Marcus, stop talking. The storm. The howling outside... it just cut off completely."
**Arthur (Wheezing):** "The Wind... holds its breath."
**Julian (Second Son, calmly pouring tea):** "Coincidence. Here, father, your medicine."
*(A sharp crack. The ceramic pot in Julian's hand shatters spontaneously, dark liquid hissing as it spills onto the hot fireplace logs.)*
**Arthur (Trembling):** "The Water... bleeds dry!"
**Julian:** "And if I recall the verse correctly..."
*(Click. The heavy chandelier flickers and dies. The room plunges into absolute darkness.)*
**Arthur:** "The Light! It's here! No—!"
*(A wet gasp, a heavy thud, and then silence.)*
#Psychological#Crime#Tragedy
By: kubo
Medium
⭐ 10.0 (1)
I smiled groggily when I heard the delivery driver say, "Here's your food," and a voice from the hallway replied, "Thanks, looks great."
But as the deadbolt slid home, I stopped breathing and pulled the duvet over my head, tears streaming down my face in silence.
#Psychological#Crime#Thriller
By: kubo
Easy
I shriek with ecstasy as I wallow in the brown mire, letting the sludge coat my skin. My parents loom over me, watching. They are massive, and they are definitely not human, but I know they love me.
#Dark Humor
By: kubo
Medium
⭐ 10.0 (1)
A man walks into a restaurant and orders turtle soup. After a single spoonful, he calls over the chef and asks, "Is this really turtle soup?" The chef assures him that it is. The man pays his bill, goes home, and takes his own life that night.
Why?
#Tragedy#Psychological
By: kuboshiori