Runaway (DarkiplierXReader) Chapter 5*********(FINAL)*********Runaway (DarkiplierXReader) Chapter 513 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you want?!" You asked, becoming infuriated beyond anything you have ever felt before.
"Ma'am we are here to take you back home to your family, and to get this creep out of here." One of the officers stated.
"What if I don't wanna go home!" You yelled, "Well then we'll have to take you by force." He stated pulling a tazer from his belt.
Just as he did so Dark disappeared into a puff of black smoke and reappered behind the officer, he grabbed him and vanished again, and he did so again and again until all the officers were removed from the cabin.
After they were all gone he walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, "You alright?" He asked, you nodded, "Why are they after us like this?" You asked, Dark shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe your parents love you more than you think." He stated.
"But I love you more than they ever could." He whispered, kissing your forehead, you hear another knock at the door, Dark turned his head to the door, th
Moonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound, a song, echoed through the night air around the old manor of Edouard Richelieu*. It was the famous piano theme Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Von Beethoven and it added to the night air. Above the Richelieu manor was a full moon.
Whoever was at the piano of Richelieu manor, nobody ever knew. There had been a silent and somber funeral about a week before that night, at the hour of 8 pm, and-it was supposed- the deceased was Edouard himself. Edouard had died on a new moon night. He had been playing his piano. Suddenly he suffered a stroke and collapsed, presumably dead. But the wise ever warn us not to assume anything.
The full moon illuminated the earth around the manor. It was thick, aged brown earth with a few sparse shrubs growing about. Throughout the day and till that hour- 11:50pm- the ground about the manor was visibly empty. Then the sonata rang through the night. As mysteriously as he died and the song emerged, there was a pack of wolf-
Townlore: Chapter ITownloreTownlore: Chapter I23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(PART ONE: SPRING & SUMMER)
The Red Ghosts
The colour red.
That’s one of the things that I can remember so vividly from that morning. As I recall correctly, everything seemed to be bathed in it: the floorboards, the walls, and even my own flesh were all absolutely covered by it. It wasn’t a deep, bright kind of red; the sort of bold shade that blood has. Instead, it was washed and soft; both warm and tranquil. If anything, I’d say that it suited my current state of mind, as of that morning I was no longer neither sick, nor weak.
I hadn’t seen a sunrise in what felt like a very long time, so it stood out as being even more special to me. I remember that day so vividly; it doesn’t feel like it’s been a year at all. It was the final few hours before my big move; my awaited step in my life which I’d greatly anticipated ever since I’d lost my father. I was movi
Run Little LambYou’re alone, betrayed and broken by all around you. Every word a twist of the knife in your back, and a fire searing the soul. Run little lamb; run screaming into the black woods where monsterous beings await. A giant wolf prowls through the dead trees desiring vengeance searching for his next meal. A giant dark rook sits atop on the trees casting judgment, nothing breathes beneath his shadow.Run Little Lamb1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is where you belong little lamb, amidst the gnarled thorny path and bleak stones. Where nothing good grows and every shadow welcomes you with sharp teeth and clutching claws. The spider that dwells here spins her web and sings a haunting melody as she drags in those she catches in her netting to greet them with a poisonous kiss. The mad boar with a scarred hide and obsidian tusks that sunder stone and rend flesh wanders in brooding anger waiting to charge, waiting to thrash about to break the world.
This is where those of your nature call for justice. The hedonistic goat that tends to
The Watcher: How It StartedThe Watcher: How It All StartedThe Watcher: How It Started11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
For all you that read “The Watcher” this is going to be following it up by telling you my life of what had happened when it stalked me and what was the conclusion to it choosing me. For all you that wanted more of the story I’m sorry for not responding but recently I started to remember several stories about my childhood. It all started when I moved to a little town. I was about 5 at the time and was going to start kindergarten at a brand new school. I was excited but nervous about making new friends that I would be with for the rest of my life. I went out shopping with my mom for my backpack and all my school supplies. I got a spiderman lunch box that looked epic to me at the time and couldn’t wait to show it off. I then was getting ready for bed for the next day when I saw something go by the window. I shrugged it off and went to sleep for the next day to come.
I got up and my mom had made me waffles with blue berries and whip c
Let Us InI huddle in a corner, shivering from the shocking iciness in the atmosphere. I bring my knees up to my chest, trying to shrivel up to be unnoticed. I stare at the white tiled floor, terrified at my surroundings. With nothing on but a measly sheet of fabric, my skin gradually numbs. I don't dare glance up. The anxiety gnaws at the edges of my mind, coaxing me to take a little peek. My weak resolve is easily broken as I move my gaze up.Let Us In13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I regret it instantly. The stark white plain walls matches the floor, almost blinding me with the sheer emptiness of it all. My bloodshot eyes glaze over at the lack of stimulus for my exhausted brain. This awful room makes me sick, I can't stand to stay here anymore, but they don't let me out. My prison of white continues to torment me day after day. That's not the worst of it. Although the walls harass me, how ever do I wish that they would stay still. Immobile. Dead.
Quivering forms emerge, pressing against the walls as if it were a smooth silky sheet.
A Crumby ExperienceYou are with your family, lined up in a single file line amongst a bunch of other strangers. The air around you is tight and snug, leaving you very little space to keep contained. It's almost like whatever created you wants you to stay put. You can hardly tell what time it is, because you're kept in a dark cabinet-like area. One by one, your family is taken away to be used by these giant fleshy creatures. What seems like ages, the creatures seem to grab your family at different intervals of the day. Maybe you have a reason to be taken by these creatures? Perhaps they are helping you escape this dark cave you eternally rest in? Or maybe you're picked out for slavery, assisting these creatures with everyday life!?A Crumby Experience17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
What seems like days passed by. The darkness has really gotten to you, and you just can't wait to be grabbed by these creatures, in hopes of seeing daylight, and what lays on the outside of this concealment. My brother in front of me got taken, that means that I'm next. For at
A smell of deathA smell of deathA smell of death22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sasha laid down in her bed listening to the raindrops hitting the roof above her. It was like listening to a silent sad melody. Drip, drop, drip, drop. Sasha enjoyed this kind of noisy silence if you could call it that. Of couse such a moment of peace would be interrupted rudely, by her parents yelling from downstairs. They had once again started fighting. What was it this night? Was it about who forgot to clean the windows, or who forgot to buy milk. They fought often, almost every night now. Sasha had no idea when it started or when it would end. She hoped it would be soon. Endless discussing, no solutions. It sounded like angry bears were having a fight downstairs.
Sasha sighed, she really hoped they would stop soon. They usually kept going until midnight, and even after they went to bed, you could feel the tensions between them. It was because of that she didn't do well in school at the time. Her grades crashed down since her parents started fighting, and she hated
Fear the Deep, chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?Chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?Fear the Deep, chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Have you ever wondered why most humans fear the darkness of the underworld and the depths of the oceans? That religions claim that while gods resides in the skies only demons live below us?
And now ask yourself, what if there is a reason for this? Because I know there is. I know that this fear is an inheritance from our past, a past all but forgotten by the passing of eons, a past when ancient man knew well to fear the deep places of the earth.
And how do I know this? Because this evil never died. It is ancient beyond imagining, ancient enough to remember this, and almost as ancient is its hatred against humanity. Yet it has servants, for there are some men who do not fear the deep. Indeed, they are drawn to it, like moths drawn to a flame, albeit this flame is a dark and terrible one.
Most of them do not know why, for how could humanity remember the time of the wars with the darkdwellers? That when their horde was scattered by powers fighting to prot
Nightmares part 16Halls of the tunnel leaked water, moss grew thick, on the walls and ground, like walking on a soft carpet of wool. It was dingy - smelt of copper, mold and melting flesh. Plugging my nose for the better, Alex seemed not disturb by this smell at all, like as he is used to it.Nightmares part 1620 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Farther down the hall, tripping fallen on top of corpse, weeks old, decaying. Jumping up freaking, my heart pounding hard whipping every inch of my body. The face was sunken in, eyes gone, hair thinning. My breathing was heavy looking at this person, dead and rotting alone. Alex made single with his hand to keep moving: Walking away, I kept looking back, as it faded into the distance, the smell still burnt into my nose of moldy socks mixed in sliver, made my eyes water, burning my tear ducts. Just reminds me how we turn into those creatures, you get a drop of its blood in your mouth or skin contact, after awhile of wait for a day, you body and mind degeneration, turn into fiction come true, you start to smell rotte
Outlandish - Chapter 7C 7 - About Finally Living A LifeOutlandish - Chapter 721 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Honestly, I feel a lot better. I was able to find someone to embrace. Alice helped me, and I feel like I can smile. Time passe by and really, I feel like… Tomorrow, I think I am going to hug her. Hug very long, and very tightly. Saying thanking is not enough.
The times just before the Christmas holidays came along, and with it the time to celebrate. Alice had two weeks off from work and Rachel did not spend any time writing for her work. They spent a lot of time together, talking and joking with each other. Alice hadn’t talked with any of her work friends since Rachel moved in, and she hadn’t spent any time outside of work doing things without Rachel.
While it could not be said that they did not get along before, in fact they were best friends, very few would have predicted that things would turn out the way they did. Including Rachel and Alice, but both of them were fine the way things were. Rachel offered to pay Alice
Outlandish - Chapter 6Ch 6 - About Having Moved On And ForgettingOutlandish - Chapter 621 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And things turned out both unexpectedly and not. Time passes quickly and I stay with Alice in her apartment. She told me to bring my stuff over and really, I could’ve practically moved in with her by now. It has started snowing, actually, and it’s been a while now, but in the end I guess it is quite nice here with her, Even though I didn’t get the answers I asked for. I am still waiting for them, but I guess I can wait.
December rolled forward, with snow and crisp cold air. Alice had done what she could: She had called Ida to help her, she had called journalists and for a while considered hiring a private detective. Why? She didn’t really know. Rachel’s plead for help was stuck in her own mind. She herself had long let go of Jonathan Chesire and all those things. Stuck with those weird times was only her friends: Ida and Rachel. Other than that she lived a proper life, with a real job and a real car