Welcome to Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

  The Unforgiving Frost It was a brutal winter that year, a winter no one had ever experienced. The ground was frozen hard by the cold; even the grass grew stiff. Everyone could be seen wearing triple layers of clothes, gloves, and nose masks, because breathing the cold air would make your lungs freeze. It was the kind of winter that made many people wish they lived in a warmer country. A Shiver in the Cell Pascal was in his cell trying to get warm. He nearly cried when he saw his breath misting. He huddled in his bunk and tried to use the thin blanket to cover his body, but it was no use. He kept rubbing his hands together to create warmth, but for all his effort, he knew it was useless as he kept shivering. "This is beyond ordinary," he thought. He tried to flash back on his life, but the cold was too much for him to even think. He was brought back to reality when the guard banged on his cell door. "Time to get up," the guard said as he opened the door. "What...

 Betrayal reaches the heavens in 'The Veil of Treason.' As the Creator watches the Veil grow thin, Baldric becomes the guardian of a divine child, and Bagnus begins a massacre that will change the world forever:  The Veil Of Treason 2 Baldric’s Restoration and the Divine Warning Baldric had been bedridden for five years after his accident. He did odd jobs to survive and had watched as his family suffered due to his inability to provide. The healer had said his spinal cord was broken in three places; he could move only his eyes, and even that was an effort. He had watched his wife and daughter suffer, but now, he had been healed. He was even given riches and power. To cap it all, he was now the guardian of the Child of Light—his grandchild, a divine child. That was one thing he would never get used to. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Show yourself." The air in the room grew cold, and a shimmer could be seen above when the three angels, who had been ordered to protect...

 A broken man healed, a daughter's anguish, and a villain's dark awakening.: The Veil Of Treason 1 The Guardian and the Light Child "Who are you?" Those were the first words her father spoke. The pregnant woman was amazed, and she turned to Golden Light. "Thank you. I don't have anything to repay you for this act of kindness." "Be calm, Abigail. You have paid more than your dues; it is time for you to enjoy the fruit of your labor." "I don't understand. How did you know my name? And what do you mean about this talk? I'm just a poor woman with a rejected pregnancy." Her father stood up from his sickbed, amazed at how he had been healed. He had known only pain and suffering for five hard years, bedridden while his family struggled. He had prayed for death, but it had never come. He had prayed for closure because seeing his family suffer while he lay there was the greatest torture of his life—the pain was minimal compared to seei...

  In The Cosmos The creator of all things sat in his throne room, eyes closed. A deep rumbling noise resonated from his nostrils as he breathed, contemplating the things that he had created in the world. With the level of development and progress in the human world, one would think the creator would be satisfied by the advancement of his creation; but no, the creator was worried. He had been noticing abnormalities in his work, but he had never given them a second thought—the universe is vast, and he can never focus on just one thing. He sat there in his grand throne room, eyes closed, one index finger tapping the chair arm with a great noise while the other hand stroked his chin. The creator is not remarkable; he has milky skin, blue eyes, and shoulder-length blond hair. What makes him stand out is his height. He is tall and imposing; even when he sits, everyone must crane their neck to look at him. He had noticed some creatures were not part of those he had created. He closed his ...

  The Art of Storytelling Many people think writing a book or a story is a very difficult thing to do. They think it is either a waste of time or they don't have what it takes to be a writer, but they are wrong. You can be a writer, and let me just say: we are all writers. Writing a story is like telling your everyday schedule; it is like looking at yourself in the past, present, and the future. Don't be surprised if most of the stories you have read are part fiction and part truth from the experience of the writer, those around him, or maybe others he or she has interacted with. Sometimes a writer puts part of his experience in a book. How To Become A Writer If you want to become a writer, it is very easy. In fact, it is one of the easiest things to do because it is part of our everyday activities. Depending on the area you want to write in—let me use fiction for example: You must have had a very nightmarish dream; that is also a place to get a good supernatural story. You mus...

  The Story:  Carolina and the Mirror It was a cold, rainy night and Carolina was just at home, browsing through her phone and watching movies. She could hear the rain getting fierce and the rumble of thunder. She paused for a moment to listen as it rumbled, and she was startled as her vase on the side table fell on the ground with a loud crash. She jumped up, putting her hand on her chest as her heartbeat increased. "Ha, that was scary," she thought as she bent down to pick up the broken vase, and that was when she saw the figure from her bedside mirror. She froze, eyes wide and a scream stuck in her throat. She looked at the figure and it looked back at her in return. She turned behind her, but she could see no one; but when she looked at the mirror, she could see the figure. He was dressed in all black with azure eyes. He had a scar on his left cheek, and as he raised his left hand, pointing an index finger at her, she could see three of his fingers missing. He had brown, ...