Sigma: Part One, Chapter Three“William? William, wake up.”Sigma: Part One, Chapter Three18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The boy began to stir around under his sheets, shielding his eyes from the wide open widow that was streaming light into the dormitory. He took the pillow out from behind his head and shoved it on top of his head as he faced downwards in his bed.
Sigmund placed a hand on his roommate’s shoulder and began to shake him lightly. There was no response. Frustrated, he began to shake him again, but slightly rougher than the first time. Then, a hand reached out from under the sheets and pushed him away, off of the bed. Sigmund fell backwards and landed onto his back, his legs sticking straight up in the air.
William slowly sat up in his bed, his hair a bigger mess than it normally was; it appeared as if it were a nest that contained a large bird and its three offspring. He rubbed his eyes vigorously before opening them and looking over at Sigmund, who was now sitting on the floor next to his bed, looking straight up at him. He was dressed in his
A day as any other...It was a normal day. Normal and boring. Normal and safe. Maybe a bit too safe. I've oft wondered what machinations swirled in the minds of those I watched pass on the street. Was that girl really just walking to a friend's house? Was that guy just an other carpenter? Has anyone really not wondered who the strange man on the top floor was and why no one ever saw him leave?A day as any other...3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No I suppose no one really caref enough to ponder any more than what was just in front of their eyes. If only they'd seen what I'd seen. Known what I'd known...
How many would really be as pure and simple as they made out?
Only the truth of tragedy will bring reality to fruition...
Prologue .I. As if from ashes I’d been buried beneath, I rise. Sluggish, bombarded, my body is damp to the touch within and around streams, smears, and sludge of tears and this white-gray, heavy powder; however, I am dried to cracks where wetness is not. I am weakly sat up. The others are not. I rise, feeling some sickening lucidity to will myself to live. The others do not.Prologue .I.13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My dominant side is the first to crack to life amidst the ash-snow and whitened mess of once black-brown hair of curls. I peer at it as it does, my arm sounding as what a glass doll would if it had life in it to move, the shards grinding together, flexing as if they were flesh tissue. On my forehead there is blood glowing red and splattered over my frontal lobe. All of it stains the dead peacefulness of the ashen, calm graves I lay betwixt, at the heart of, and I raise my artist, killer hand to touch the unharmed skin. It is dry—old
The Bloody End Chapter 23DominanceThe Bloody End Chapter 2315 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cat got your tongue?"
Jeff smirks, staring at me wish his wide eyes, hands still petting my dog who's happy enough to be touched by a murdering, psychopath without a care in the world. I stare at him, making note of what looks to be fresh blood stains on his hoodie. I peer around cautiously but thankfully don't see the remains of any victims lying around anywhere. I think I've seen enough dead bodies.
"I've...not seen you for a while..", I stammer, rather desperate to move Tina away from his grasp. I don't believe he'd hurt her, knowing she's my dog, but with Jeff, I can never be too sure what's going on inside his head. He seems happy enough with her, currently. Maybe he had a pet dog when he was a kid.
"Been busy", is Jeff's idle reply, shrugging in an almost bored looking manner.
At this point in time, seeing Jeff again for the first time in forever, feels good. I completely forget everything he's done to make me scared or mad at him. It's the kind of feeling when your be
SurvivalThe night was cold and the ground hard as Ophelia was pushed roughly out the back door, her mother screaming behind her. Lia had learned to block her mothers angry insults out by now, but the bruises on her body and dirt on her face were not things that could be ignored. The back door was slammed and locked before she even had the chance to stand and brush herself off. Begging and crying would be useless, so she steeled herself against the cold in her thin, dingy nightgown. With a final glance at the bedroom window where her siblings were looking out in sympathy, she began to head towards the woods.Survival4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Most children would be frightened by being alone in the woods that night. Stories of evil men and giant animals waiting to snatch you up and end your life were told as bed time entertainment to nearly every generation of toddlers so that they knew the dangers of straying out alone. However the woods have always been a safe haven to Ophelia. The vast woodland that layed just beyond her backy
Sleep Tight I was sitting at home, watching my little sister play with her Barbies in the living room while I read my 'Death Note' manga on the couch. She was plaing with her imaginary friend, Elce. It was quite normal, you know. She was only 6 years old.Sleep Tight9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, I had left the room to fetch the next volume of 'Death Note' when I heard laughing. I though nothing of it, since my little sister was home and playing. However, when I returned to the living room, I noted the red spots on the floor and looked at Shaylin, who still happened to be laughing. She was holding her left arm while thin lines of blood spilled through her fingers and onto the floor.
I knelt down to her level in panic and had asked her what had happened, but her only response was, "We were playing a game, sissy. She only wanted a taste!"
I felt confused when she had said this, but I shook it off. She had probably fallen and scraped her arm on the table while I was out of the room. So, I grab
How Good is Your Voodoo? Pt 20How Good is Your Voodoo? Pt 2013 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Letting out a surprised yelp, he staggered back towards the floor. The ghost was a white woman in a blue brocade dress, but the color was lost on both it and her visage. A seemingly short rope hung around her neck. Mei ran over to check on Kun, but sensed that the ghost was moving.
The ghost was swinging around in a circular motion, the sounds of creaking and tightening of a rope filling the air. Small sobs could be heard coming from her as she swung. As she raised her camera, Mei only took one step forward before the ghost fixed her gaze in her. Like a pendulum, she swung backwards before swinging towards Mei, arms outstretched.
No! Am I out of film?! She frantically thought. Time seemed to drastically slow down as the ghostly woman’s fingers inched closer to Mei’s throat. In that instant, she felt a rush of intense cold pass in front of her; it seemed to slow the ghost’s movements. Sh
La nuit.Je l’entends gratter derrière le mur.La nuit.14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
J’entends ses ongles ronger la peinture blanche.
Je suis paralysé de peur, dans mon lit.
Je l’entends quitter la salle de bain pour venir renifler sous ma porte.
Son nez déchiqueté vient cracher des goûtes gluantes sous la porte.
Il gratte avec ses griffes acérées.
Il cesse tout mouvement, et lança un long râle.
J’entends le crissement de ses ongles contre le sol et le bruit lourd de ses pas.
J’entends la porte d’entrée qui grince.
Je ne l’entends plus.
Enfin, il est parti.
J’observe la lune, elle est resplendissente ce soir.
Mes yeux se ferment, et j’oublie ce qui vient d’arriver.
Je me réveille, le visage humide.
Deux yeux blancs au dessus de moi.
Un courant d’air glacial, des morceaux de verres au sol.
Ses ongles enfoncés entre mes côtes.
Sa langue rose vient me lécher la joue.
Son odeur fétide vie
Howl of the Heavens 24 Out side of the church Peter and Samantha have just pulled up. Samantha notices that the space between the church porch and the edge of the ridge can barely fit this one truck, “That must be why we could only bring one vehicle along.” thought Samantha.Howl of the Heavens 2414 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Samantha exits the truck she see a strange blue haze out the corner of her eye coming from across the road, she turns her head in its direction but while looking directly at it the haze vanishes. Peter sees Samantha looking off in the distance with a quizzical look on her face, “What are you looking at?” he asks.
“Just lightning.” She says while thinking to her self, “What was that blue haze?”
As they walk inside they don’t notice a strange blue flash on the ground as Samantha walks up on to the porch.
Samantha can’t believe how old this church looks as Peter leads her through the small lobby and past the chap
Swimming Isn't EnoughI jumped in, not feeling the cold water around me. I swam deeper and deeper, trying to save her. I finally wrap my arm around her waist and swim upwards. As I reached the surface and prepared to take a breath of fresh air, I smashed into something hard. It never occurred to me how fast water can freeze.Swimming Isn't Enough15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Badly Burnt Pt.1 Chapter 1 I claw and tear at my skin as the small insects continue crawling over me. They bite and tear and drink, slowly draining me of all blood. Hundreds more crawl out from the body across the room and instantly begin slithering towards me. My head starts spinning and I can feel myself slowly slipping into death's grip. But I don't, the bugs crawl away suddenly leaving me half awake and gasping for air. The small girl that the bugs had come out of moves slightly as the bugs crawl in through her nose, ears, eyes, and any other pore they could squeeze through.Badly Burnt Pt.1 Chapter 114 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
: Time skip - 3 days ago :
The girls b
La casaFinalmente si era decisa,sarebbe entrata nella casa. Per anni passandole davanti aveva sentito la sua attrazione e per anni aveva rimandato quella visita. Ma ora aveva deciso di svelare i segreti di quel fantastico edificio, aveva deciso di visitare le sale abitate dalla polvere, prima che l'uomo con le sue terribili macchine la distruggesse.La casa1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ed ecco che si trovò lì davanti all'edificio, un tempo nobile e maestoso, ad ascoltare i gemiti emessi dalle fragili mura ai baci del vento.
L'erba come al solito era verde e ben coltivata, un'albero solitario guardava la casa come una fedele sentinella. La porta di legno si reggeva a stento sui cardi.
Attraversò il sentiero di pietra che portava all'ingresso e dopo un attimo di esitazione, con un tocco leggero aprì la porta. Un ampio salone la accole. Alle finestre drappeggiavano stoffe scarlatte, al centro una grande scalinata conduceva al piano superiore. Sulle scale erano ancora presenti i resti di un rosso tapp
Creepypasta: The Girl with the MaskOur personalities are often linked to our faces. If someone is the cheerful and friendly person who no one can help loving, it will show through even the most terrifying scars. If the same person becomes cold and distant, though facial features will be the same, they will appear to be a different person. We usually base our first impressions of a person on what they look like. And since our personalities influence our appearance, we guess that person's personality. Change your personality and you're a different person. If someone figures this out, they can control many things in their life. People can use it to try to improve their mistakes and try to be better people. However, sometimes people use this for darker reasons.....to hide themselves....or something in them....something dark....Creepypasta: The Girl with the Mask1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
She just watches at first. Silent, in an isolated corner, she will observe. Her appearance isn't one that would encourage you to talk to her. Eyes cold and hostile, switching between a sta
A Goose's RevengeDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.A Goose's Revenge8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Charlotte's hands were steady as she began slicing the thin leaves intended as seasoning, careful to keep her fingers from sliding under the blade as she moved them along. Charlotte hummed softly to herself as she minced them into tiny green pieces that would easily spice the stuffing. Each piece was carefully placed in the bowl of dried bread crumbs, her meticulous scraping of the cutting board making certain that not even a sliver was missed.
She stirred the dried bread with the chopped leaves, mixing them together thoroughly so the flavor would reach each piece. She had used two whole plants to make certain that there would be enough in the stuffing, and she knew that the taste would be stronger because of it. The small berries she added to the mixture would help to balance it with their sweet taste. Ch
Where Gran Hides Her Presents“I know she keeps them in here somewhere,” Olivia said, rooting through the cabinet in Gran’s den.Where Gran Hides Her Presents14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t think we should be looking,” I said.
“Oh come on, Jacob, don’t you want to see what she’s getting us?” she said, setting aside another stack of family photo albums.
I really did. Gran always got us the best Christmas presents, and it would’ve been cool to see what she got us this year, but something about finding out early just felt wrong.
“Can’t we just wait until Christmas morning?” I asked. “You know so then we can be surprised and mom and dad can get the great pictures of us?”
“Oh stop being such a baby,” Olivia said, pulling a straw doll wrapped tightly with chains and an old hat from the cabinet. “There’s nothing in here. Come on, let’s keep looking.”
She got up to leave, which meant I had to put everything back. Stupid Olivia.
My older sister