I don’t want to sound rude, but I’ve gotta ask... are new stories coming? I’m just curious.
Yes.

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I don’t want to sound rude, but I’ve gotta ask... are new stories coming? I’m just curious.
Yes.
@evanthenerd83 I think you look like me and everyone else on this blue hell of a website
thank you, #horror fam
I finally feel like writing again.
2016 was an awful, awful year. Not just in general with all the global/national shit happening, but in my personal life as well. I was getting over the loss of my best friend and trying to build up my confidence after she convinced me I was the scum of the earth. I was relishing in a new relationship before it all came crashing down. I was dealing with the grief of losing a close family member to cancer. I was struggling to define my identity and accept that it’s okay to be who I am, even if my whole family hates people like me and would disown me if I ever showed my real self.
In 2016, I was lonely, terribly lonely. Even with one or two close friends, (whom I love and thank for their continuing support) I felt distant and empty and hollow. Some of that leaked into the beginning of this year, and I still feel the residual sting.
But in October of 2016, I made this blog. I had been reading the works of my horror idols on tumblr for a while, but finally stepped up and took part in the “community,” even if I didn’t post stories. I made new friends with people I never thought I’d even be acknowledged by. I laughed at shitposts, cried at beautifully written prose, and tried to help others deal with the disbelief that hate and prejudice had won.
And all of this has helped me rekindle my interest for writing. In 2016, I finished one chapter of a story I’d been writing since 2015, and wrote nothing for the novel I’ve been working on since 2013.
But I feel like that’s about to change.
Thanks to the #horror fam and many others, I’ve really gotten back into my favorite hobby. This little family has done wonders in the small amount of time I’ve been in it. And I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my beaten-up heart for accepting me and lifting my spirits when they were at their lowest.
I might post original content soon. I might change my URL. I don’t really know what’s in the future for unsettling-fans but you bet your ass I’m still going to support the writers and artists of this family.
I don’t think I can ever say it enough, but thank you. @decomprosed @unsettlingstories @formallyfreya @darylsdckson @ezmisery @evanthenerd83 @proxypunch @underskellington (if I miss anyone please tell me, my memory is the absolute worst)
-Elliot
Ever since I read your story "Still A Family", I've been deftly terrified of being in a car while my parents are filling up the gas at a gas station. How can you write that story and not grow paranoid?
If it wasn’t for dispassionate detachment, I would’ve jumped off a bridge decades ago :D
Can I just say that “Seeds of Ignition” is one of my favorite stories by you?
You sure can! And I agree. Thanks :D
I’m glad that you’re back, Max. I really missed your stories.
Thanks buddy! I hope everyone’s following the ultra-prolific, ultra-creative @evanthenerd83 for all your horror needs.
I just love when you and @EvantheNerd83 interacts. I love seeing my two favorite writers interacting. Idk. It looks awesome! Two bright minds interacting with each other. You're both awesome! Love you both <3 I have spent every single day reading both your stories. It gave me good nightmares, too! ><
Thank you so much! It’s a good, horrifying pair. Love you too, anon.
Hopefully there’ll be many, many more days of nightmares to come.
And RE: @evanthenerd83‘s comment about not being as good of a writer, pft please, I was nowhere near as prolific and well-versed in my own work as you are at your age. Keep on keepin’ on and fucking peoples’ days up. Love ya.