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Tales From Beyond: The Haunted Letter Challenge: The Entries. Top Story - October 2025.
Greetings to the demented, the disturbed, the deranged. The entries for the “Tales from Beyond: The Haunted Letter Challenge” have been received and are festering in the dark deluded dungeons of the supernatural judges who are currently being haunted and disillusioned as we read each and every entry. There are 34 spooktastic letters in total.
By Rick Henry Christopher 5 months ago in Writers
The door of letters
I ripped off the haunting paper with the big red letters off my beaten front door. After finally locating my keys, I pushed it open and shoved the cursed paper into the garbage, hoping it would be happy joining its friends. I sat in the sunken grey couch that had more lost items than an actual lost and found. Speaking of—I know my lighter is somewhere within the cracks and folds.
By Sincerely, Selaiha 5 months ago in Writers
What I Do When Loneliness Hits in a New Country
The Side of Travel People Don’t Talk About One of the greatest privileges of being a digital nomad is waking up in a brand-new city. The sunlight looks different, the air smells new, and the day stretches wide with possibility. You sip coffee in a café you have never seen before and feel the quiet thrill of knowing that you built a life that does not fit inside borders.
By Jasmine Bowen5 months ago in Writers
Remote Work Resorts
Let me be brutally honest: the traditional office is dying a slow, painful death, and frankly, it's about time. After spending the better part of two decades watching corporate Australia cling to outdated work models like a security blanket, I've witnessed something extraordinary unfold over the past few years. The pandemic didn't just force us to work from home - it exposed the glaring absurdity of forcing talented people into sterile cubicles for eight hours a day, five days a week.
By Narghiza Ergashova5 months ago in Writers
When a Town Falls Between the Lines
It was early September and the sun was soft through the pines in Lincoln County Maine. For generations, this forested patch of the state had been mostly ignored by politicians—neither red nor blue territory exactly, but stitched together with people who cared deeply about their land, neighbor, and vote. That day Clara Hammond stood in the old town hall, watching neighbors arrive, hugging, bringing dishes for a potluck, and filing into folding chairs. Clara was running for state representative, a Democrat in a place where party labels had once been polite suggestions rather than identity badges.
By kashif khan5 months ago in Writers
