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

  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, ...

Read part 1:  The Prince Return And Lisa let go of the connection. Chapter 3: Journey Through The Boundary Family Talk Nice family you have got Kanji, Sharon was saying, your sister is very pretty and she is like those princess spoken of in fairy tales. Oh Sharon don't mind Lisa I don't think she is the way you see her, she is just calm and calculative and very good at scheming but she always pretend to look like a daft person. So what about what Ray said about you and even your mum just confirmed that you bed lot of ladies and the ones that are taken at that eh. If you listened well it was Bond she was referring to right guys, and he turn only to see all four of them staring at him incredulously what? Well are you really up to four ladies at a go Linda asked. Well I have tried it ones so it is no big deal. Hmmmmmmm Kanji seem like I will have to bed you if Sharon don't mind about it. What! Linda Well Sharon will you bed him or should I? Dave's Arrival And at that there...

The Cold Awakening He woke up in a strange room. The room was cold, and everything seemed brighter than it should. He could not focus on any single spot without his eyes watering. He realized he was lying on the floor and looked down in surprise: the floor was made of fog—solid fog. He stood there, wonder in his eyes, wondering how he had gotten to this place. The Hall of Statues He looked around and saw only statues: winged statues, animal statues, and one imposing figure with its face covered. That statue stood taller than the rest, a glowing nimbus in each hand. He wondered how he knew it was a “he,” then dismissed the thought and looked about again. The Transparent Body He saw a table with a large book on it and thought it would be the first place to look for answers about where he was. He made his way to the table on shaky legs. As he walked, he looked down at himself and saw that he was glowing—transparent and pale as a sheet. There was a large hole where his heart should have be...

  The Bitter Divorce Marian Reyes was a forty-five-year-old single mother of one. She had divorced her husband three years ago; according to her, he was uncaring and full of hatred. She claimed he maltreated her and sometimes became physical with her. It was a tense legal case when the divorce came up in court. Her husband at the time, Mr. Chucks, claimed she was lying. He told the court he could never do that to the mother of his daughter, eighteen-year-old Sandra. He claimed he still loved his wife and wanted them to work things out. He told the court the problem had started when he explained to his wife that he wanted to marry a second wife; he had been honest with her and hated cheating, so he had told his wife he wanted to marry another wife, and she had flared up. She had threatened to deal with him and his new wife, claiming that he no longer loved her. But he told the court he loved her dearly. "It is just that I also love Ms. Benita. As a man, temptation happens, but the ...