Profile in Change - Kiara TanakaProfile in Change - Kiara Tanaka 6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kiara had a voice in her head that wanted her to destroy everything. Or at the very least cause some serious pandemonium with substantial amount of property damage. Some people getting hurt from all that was only to be expected.
That voice was just terrible really.
But Kiara had to deal with it. And sadly enough of some times she found herself listening to the voice too. Not always giving in to temptation, but even listening was a pretty dangerous thing too since it was really good at coaxing her.
This was because the voice was an echo of a demon lord, Black Fox.
Creepypasta: Red ChildCreepypasta: Red Child10 hours ago in Short Stories
Mom...I can't understand why you kept me hidden from everyone, even from daddy. I've just wanted to get out and play with other kids and when I asked you why, you watched me with surprise and you made up every lie not to let me out.
Why did you do this?
Why every time that someone came to our home, you made me hide in the basement and you told me to keep silence until your return? Every time that someone knocked the door you were afraid and you told "Oh no! Everybody knows about you!"
When I was in the basement I climbed upstairs and tried to listen to what you were talking about with the stranger.
"It was born another child with red eyes, another Satan's beast!" He told you this.
My eyes are red...Am I a Satan's beast? Is that the reason that I've never left our home?
Now I've got another question: Is it because of my eyes if daddy, once discovered, started to scream? Is this the reason that as soon as all people in the city come to know bout it, you locked me back i
City of Darkness Chapter 1CITY OF DARKNESS #RECity of Darkness Chapter 18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
CHAPTER 1: The Fear Rift
In a world lost in a certain place between dimensions, there was a kingdom called Valoa. Very similar to what we are accustomed to see in fairy tales in our dimension. Constantly, the kingdom was attacked and had to rely on his troops to battle and protect the citizens.
In Valoa, there was a temple located on a verdant hill. In one day, at this hill, sitting on the edge of a tree, was a girl with long blue hair. With a pen, she wrote in her diary. Her name was Saki, while her pink backpack was laying at her side.
Saki wrote calmly as a slight breeze passed her. Until she was surprised when someone called out her name.
- Saki !! Over here!!
Saki observed from a distance. At the end of the dirt road, two other girls arrived carrying what appeared to be a large box. One of them had short brown hair and wore a kind of combat uniform. The other had long red hair and wore a black dress.
- Hello, Saki. - Said the girl with brown h
A Drink After WorkThat evening Alison left the office unusually early at 5.30pm and walked towards the tube station. In her bag she carried some paperwork that she wanted to complete for a meeting the next morning. It had been over a year now since her promotion the position of senior manager, just after the death of her husband, Matt. Since Matt’s death Alison had became more focused on her work, gaining comfort from it, and now her job was more than a job, more than an occupation, it was a source of stability and routine that was unexpectedly nourishing her through her grief. Most of all though, Alison’s job allowed her to stay in London, where the sheer chaos and busy pace of life worked to numb her pain, and although her parents had welcomed her home, Alison wasn’t yet ready to move back because she was convinced this would make her feel even more alone.A Drink After Work21 hours ago in Short Stories
Since early adulthood, Alison’s main goals in life had always been to become an accountant, get married, and have children.
Madame Musicmouth: Chapter 2-Clarisse DelacroixMadame Musicmouth: Chapter 2-Clarisse Delacroix11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
I'm going to put this disclaimer above every chapter:
These are the experiences I have had whilst watching the Channel 'Madame Musicmouth'. While these do detail my personal opinions on these events, they are not for simple amusement.
These events, that I will try my best to portray righteously, may have clues to the whereabouts to Miss Clarisse Delacroix, the creator of said channel. It's been eight months so far since her supposed disappearance.
Please, if anyone knows of her whereabouts, please message me and let me know on this page.
Chapter 2: Clarisse Delacroix/ Draw My Life
I suppose I should talk a little more about Clarisse Delacroix, or at least all I know from her videos.
Clarisse, to put simply, is an amazing young woman. And I really hope nothing has happened to her.
As I said before, She's from France. She was born in Bordeaux, but was moved to Paris by her aunt when she was a baby. Her mother passed away due to birth complications, and the father was supposedl
On A Pale HorseOn A Pale Horse4 hours ago in Short Stories
On A Pale Horse
Almighty God, my armor and my shield, I pray, in my darkest hour, deliver me from my foe, and raise me up to life everlasting. Jonah Daniels twirled the prayer around in his mind like a piece of candy floss as he pressed his gaze firmly at the dizzying readouts on his neon instrument panel, carefully sparing his eyes from the square viewport just above.
“Penetration of the nebula in one minute.”
One minute couldn’t possibly come any sooner, to say nothing of the five agonizing minutes it would take the bloated, lumbering ship to pass through it. As if space weren’t empty enough. He had glimpsed it many times before in his travels, the big, jagged, yawning maw in the star field ahead, now he was certain he had had his fill of it. The Coalsack was different. The scientists could talk all they wanted about how it was only a pocket of dust and debris like many others he had encount
Past GhostPast GhostPast Ghost21 hours ago in Short Stories
As a little kid we use to drive past this old Victorian house, an be it day or night you would see a shadow in the second story windows.
One Halloween night while walking by the house, looking up I could see someone staring at me no matter what I did then I heard a voice call Raya Raya Raya, so busy looking at the shadow when a hand fell upon my shoulder I screamed and turned around an smacked my friend Drac.
Drac what in the name of the stars are you doing scaring me like that I yell loud at him Drac just smiles at me, then says* ah Raya it wasn't like I didn't call out to you* still wearing that big grinning smile of his, as he looks up at the house his smile slowly went away.
Drac did you see it too I ask him, watching as Drac went pale I say his name a little louder again and again * Drac Drac Drac Drac* finally as if waking from a dream he shakes his head & says * lets go check the place out* so took by surprise I look back at the house and the shadow was missing.
The Makings of a Psycho: Submission ThreeAnger, resentment, pain, hurt, suffering, it all ties in. There's a point that someone can feel all of these for long. There's a point where they're just so far gone, you can't help them. They'll kill no matter what you do.The Makings of a Psycho: Submission Three12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
I've tasted the taste of blood that is not my own. I've felt flesh in my mouth that was not my own. Like a wild animal, I crave more. I walk around looking for a fight. For a chance to sink my teeth into the flesh of whatever victim I choose.
Their shock and the expression on their faces entertain me. They can't believe that I am standing there with their flesh in my mouth. When reality hits me, the fear floods their faces. Next time, that's when I'll move in.
Who needs guns, knives, hammers, or cars when you have teeth?
DCPH RYHU DCPH RYHU.DCPH RYHU1 day ago in Short Stories
Daniel walking into the room with a new game, The game was a game released in the early 80's, before the crash. It's name was "DCPH RYHU", which nobody knew what it meant. The developer was also unknown, and when searched up on Google, had no results. It featured a character named "Gdqlho", another strange name. It was a male which looked similar to him, his with a red MegaMan styled helmet. He got a plush of it bundles with it from the previous owner. The owner was a old man, seemingly always shaking. He seemed releaved to get rid of the game. Daniel booted up the game, whichbwas a RPG. The only playable character was Gdqlho, but there was a inaccesable Multiplayer, which you had to beat the game to use, and told his Girlfriend, Sahara, she could play with him after he beat it, which is why he got it. No one prior has beaten it. The semi-Final boss was claimed "unbeatable", but Daniel knew he
EsperanzaLa luna, con su misterioso brillo, alumbra todo lo que puede. El sendero se vuelve cada vez más angosto, los arbustos van cerrando todas y cada una de las salidas posibles y tapan con sus enormes hojas la entrada de la luz. No queda otra opción que continuar hacia adelante.Esperanza10 hours ago in Short Stories
Si crees que en algún momento puedes retroceder, no es así, ellos vienen detrás de ti. No puedes tomarte un momento para descansar. Ellos no descansan, sólo avanzan, ganando terreno lentamente.
Debes avanzar, siempre hacia adelante, siempre en línea recta, aunque no sepas que es lo que te espera más allá de la profunda oscuridad que te rodea.
A lo lejos se divisa una pequeña fuente de luz al final del túnel de hojas. Con todas las fuerzas que puedes reunir intentas llegar a ella. No sabes a dónde llegarás, pero el hecho de que sea brillante te da un poco de esperanza. Te hace creer que puedes escapar.
Casi no te quedan fuerzas, sin embargo, tu fuerza d
Chapter Two: The HunterI lit a candle on the gravestone. Nothing happened. What did I expect? Exactly that. But the fire wasn't yellow or orange. It was violet. So what? I wandered around the garden, and ended up facing a closed gate. Beyond it was a field of white flowers. I gazed at its peaceful, calm and quiet aura.Chapter Two: The Hunter13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
I walked back to the house, but stopped before the grave. All the candles were lit now, and tiny violet corpses, or corps-like things appeard.
- Uuuuh! - they said. - Uuh. Uuuuuuh! -
They held a gun and a rusty old cleaver. They were offering them to me. I picked them up, one on each hand. They were surprisingly light.
- Ahaha! Ahaheha! - they laughed. On tended a puny hand to me. I touched it, and blacked out.
The air was thick, with the intense smell of blood. I knew where I was. The little violet lamp now had tiny beings at its feet. I was back in the hospital. The munching sound was back. I trembled in fear. How was I back? Hadn't I died?
I was firmly grasping the two weapons. They only ra
my friends storyCrYoZiiK: here goes nothing..my friends story13 hours ago in Short Stories
a family trip... ughh.. i hate those guys
it was said by the little kid name mark..
mark.. was an interesting little boy
he had some... peculiar hobbies
at first he liked torturing little animals.. helpless animals
they got him to a doctor.. but that never seemed like it helped him
HEY ! dont say that !
his mother.. was a really kind woman
she was loving.. and caring.. and she was what kept this family standing
from her husband's drinking problem
to the death of her older son
"we havent visited them in a long time.. you should be excited" said elizabeth
"but.. they're really old and boring" said mark
"they're still your family ! and shut up.. my head is pounding !" said philip.. the father
philip.. philip was a weird fellar.. a ruthless one too
he beat mark whenever he saw him do anything wrong
for the slightest things too
like dropping a fork.. or forgetting to say thank you.. he would beat him.. and wouldn't stop.. until mark bled.. or eli
Belly of the Beast #2 The RitualIII. “The Ritual”Belly of the Beast #2 The Ritual4 hours ago in Short Stories
Buddy yawned groggily as his little body swayed back and forth with the motion of Will’s walking. He tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes while he clung to Will’s black uniform. Buddy tried to readjust himself against Will’s abdomen as he cradled the little thing against him. He didn’t understand why his baba had plucked him up in the middle of the night like this. Buddy had been in a deep, content slumber. He was so sleepy and he could hardly keep his eyes open now. When Will first picked him up, Buddy groggily awoke and looked up at his large grinning face. He smiled up at his baba with half-creaked eyes, taking note of the incredibly bright full moon behind him. Once Will cradled Buddy against him, he stepped out of the yellow life raft and onto the dark almost black waters of the open ocean. Buddy whimpered as the two ventured out further and further into the night on the open sea, having only the light of the great full moon
SmileHello. My name is- well actually I don't think it matters since I'm long gone but you can just call me Hollow for now. I have been wandering into city streets and dark alleys where the shadows lurk and humans sleep. I enjoy the silence of the night and watching the stars coming by as I lay down on house roofs. It was the most relaxing sensation and I didn't have to worry about other things. I was free. Besides, like I said I was long gone and all of my families and friends gave up looking for me for a very long time now. I didn't care as long as I can scare the hell out of them with my ghostly abilities.Smile1 day ago in Short Stories
It was much fun that way. But as time pass...I would never realize how lonely it can be.
Anyways, that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I can do the hell I want even if I'm already dead. There is so much activities I can do in this spirit world. And no one is going to stop me. So, like usual I jumped out from one of the house roof ,lift my hood up over my head a
Belly of the Beast #1The Adventures of Ensign Ensign and the Crew of the USS C’THULHU 12/26/15Belly of the Beast #14 hours ago in Short Stories
“Belly of the Beast”
Inconsequential was the underwater lair of the treacherous sea snake to the miniscule and newly conjured being fashioned upon a fixture of large seashell. The tiny being had recently come to its senses and had