Orchid’s Whims
Welcome to my imaginary worlds!
My name is Ilona, and I love talking about movies, video games, fashion, but also food and pop culture fashion. But my real passion is writing horror stories.
Enjoy your visit!
Category: stories
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Chapter 6 – The Names of Things The morning after the ice rink, Liz woke before her alarm. That was not normal. Usually, morning arrived like an administrative punishment: an alarm too sharp, light too grey, the weight of the day already settled on her chest before she had even opened her eyes. But that…
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Chapter 5 – Falling, Tenderly Liz arrived at the ice rink fifteen minutes early. She had pretended it was habit, because she hated being late, because London transport was too unpredictable to be trusted. In reality, she had needed fifteen minutes to regret her decision in silence. The rink had been set up outdoors, in…
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Chapter 4 – Liz’s Coat Lelliana kept the coat for three days. Officially, because she was working too much to return it. Officially, because between two shifts, two nights that were far too short, and three late buses, it had been impossible to find a proper moment to stop by the library. Officially, because she…
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Chapter 3 – The Bridge Between Them For three days, the unlikely friendship lived inside Liz’s phone. It began each morning with a message from Lelliana, often absurd, sometimes accompanied by a blurry photo of her coffee, her shoes, a hospital corridor, or a packet of biscuits eaten at three in the morning during a…
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Chapter 2 – The Messages We Don’t Delete The day after Halloween, London had the particular kind of hangover only big cities know how to wear. The pavements were littered with crushed cups, wet glitter, and plastic vampire teeth abandoned near the gutters. Shop windows reflected a low, thick, grey sky, as though the previous…
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I’m a little scared to post this, it’s the first time I’ve posted this kind of story. I wrote this story to make it a sort of novel. There are 11 chapters in total. I plan to post one every two weeks on Friday, hoping you like it. Happy reading. Chapter 1 – An Unlikely…
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I/ The TikTok Lady’s Meditation Family reunions are an invention of the Antichrist. But family reunions that last 10 days are literally the eighth circle of hell. Here I am, stuck without Wi-Fi in the middle of nowhere in Kent in a boring house, full of boring adults, and the only person roughly my age…
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It’s a story like all the others, like the one that we keep with us, that we take with us when we leave, that permeates those that stay, all the time. It’s a story like any other. A big house at the end of a path with a stream and a river, just in between,…
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I didn’t have much time to write last week, so I’m making up for it with this short post. I wouldn’t want new visitors to feel like they’re just on yet another food blog! Enjoy! The Black Dress Today is flea market day in the town where I grew up. I came home to spend…
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Terry Pratchett, in his book “Thud!”, imagines that darkness has a soul. Some darkness is merely shadow, but other darkness is more than that. It is not simply an absence of light; it is its opposite, a kind of anti-light, far older and more terrifying. There are many kinds of darkness, ranging from simple twilight…
