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Sinopsis In The Tall Grass

The Altar in the Mist

After a bitter divorce, Ellie Brooks moves to the isolated town of Graven with her nine-year-old son, Joey, hoping to start fresh. But their new home, perched on the edge of the mysterious Silent Lake, offers little comfort. The townsfolk are cold and distant, their eyes shadowed by something more than mere suspicion. And then there’s the lake—its misty surface rippling with whispers that only Joey seems to hear. As Ellie struggles to fit into the town, Joey’s behavior grows increasingly strange. He’s drawn to the lake, speaking of a voice in the fog that calls to him, promising answers to questions he cannot yet articulate. Desperate to protect her son, Ellie begins to unravel Graven’s dark history. What she uncovers chills her to the bone: a century-old pact to feed the lake’s insatiable hunger, a cursed altar hidden deep within the mist, and a malevolent force that preys on the town’s fears and guilt. The fog begins to thicken, creeping through the streets and into their lives. The townspeople, terrified of breaking their pact, turn against Ellie and Joey, seeing them as the next sacrifices to the lake. Trapped in a town that has surrendered to its own nightmares, Ellie must confront the horrors of her past and the terrors in the mist to save her son—and herself. But the lake does not give up its prey so easily. "The Altar in the Mist" is a chilling tale of fear, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child. Weaving supernatural terror with deeply human emotions, it explores how far we are willing to go to protect the ones we love—and what it costs to confront the monsters both outside and within.
Yumi_Cho_6820 · 114 Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 5.8K Views

HOPE IN THE DARKNESS

After several months worked in the most craziest circumstances, fully pressure and consentration to pull The International Emporium Corp out of the crisis finally all become dust in one blink. The Feng Empire Corp had aqcuisitioned their company mercyless and brutal. Maximillian Feng, President of The FEC did not give them the slightest space to be negociated. Emporium was taken over in a lightening and lethal attack. Her father, Mr Kent Lim as the President of Emporium was defeated viciously. Known widely as a respected, cold-handed and skillful man in corporate and investment world, finally became a loser in one night. One week after aqcuisition he got heart attact and passed away cause of deeply depression and sadness His daughter, Aiden Lim ... stood alone in the world to challenge the demon king, Presiden of The FEC, Maximillian Feng. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. ........ The time arrived finally... !!! She faintly listening his step moved forward to the executive meeting room and the door opened slowly by her secretary. A handsome-evil looked like- man was entering the room with his dominant, aloof and arogant style. Stood in front her face to face like an ancient god, very powerful and aristrocratic at the same time who wanted to punish the sinner. She held her breath for awhile and gazed deeply into his. His piercing eyes met with her cold gaze sharply... and she realized that the battle would be continued through his domineering way. Cruel and heartless...!!!
meixie · 29.4K Views
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