Nicholas R Yang
Bio
Nicholas R Yang is a Non-Binary writer from the beautiful East Coast of Canada who writes in various genres, including horror fiction, sci-fi horror, and fantasy. Curator of the blog, Nightmare Narratives- Tales from the Dark Ink Well.
Stories (41/0)
The Pass-Through Man. Content Warning.
"... But why is he called the pass-through man? That's stupid. What's he do, Moonwalk through walls like Micheal Jackson?" Aiden laughed, failing at a poor attempt to do it before spinning in the pop star's trademark way and throwing his hand upwards.
By Nicholas R Yangabout a month ago in Horror
Horrible Owls
In the shadowy embrace of the night, as the clock's hands align in a silent proclamation of 3:00 AM, here I find myself ensnared in an ironic twist of fate. Tonight, I have been drawn to my desk by forces of the unseen, here I sit about to tell a tale of recurring nightmares and all things unholy that stalk the witching hour. It's a peculiar dance with destiny, recounting horrors that unfold within my deep subconscious at the exact time they hound me.
By Nicholas R Yangabout a month ago in Horror
The Note (Part 3). Content Warning.
The ride to the police station seemed a blur. Buildings, cars, and streetlights all passed by in a flash. They turned into a gated back lot and the Constables got out of the car walked around to the side door and pulled it open with a horrid squeal. As Eden went to step out onto the graying pavement, she recoiled. The Officer's face was rotting away, maggots and mealworms squirmed in and out of the black orifices that sunk into his blue-tinted skin, which peeled away like some sort of smoke-stained wallpaper. He looked like a rotted corpse that was suscept to some horrible fate leaning against the side of a rusted-out husk of a patrol car.
By Nicholas R Yang2 months ago in Horror
Silent Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jarrus Hartholm knew this fact well by now. So many times, she had stood on the barren bridge of this derelict husk of metal, hurtling its way through the endless reaches of space, and screamed at deities, emptiness, and the planets that sailed by. Throwing anger at whatever it was she could blame for this crushingly lonely existence she was forced to live.
By Nicholas R Yang9 months ago in Fiction
The Problem with America.. Content Warning.
I would like to open this with some personal thoughts. I must first establish that I do like the USA and I think the country has many good things about it. I also believe that these good things are overshadowed by the bad things that seem to plague the country, due to the way sensationalism-driven mediums present information nowadays.
By Nicholas R Yang12 months ago in The Swamp
Old Grey Eyes
“Shhh shh, calme mon petit. Nous sommes presque en sécurité.” The young woman whispered to her baby daughter as her beautiful silver wings faltered and spasmed, their elegant feathers bloodied. Having been pierced by so many arrows, she found unable to stay aloft and began plummeting through the fog and darkness in her tattered silk dress and heavy traveler's cloak.
By Nicholas R Yang2 years ago in Fiction
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