Marquee Mutant - CH 2 - The BeginningWhat is not said in the diary is that Malachi did go through with his suicide. He did, in fact, follow through with his plan to save himself from this reality. Unfortunately, the cowardice of suicide cannot save a soul from the harsh world that exists outside their feeble minds. In the case of Malachi, his call for help was answered by me.Marquee Mutant - CH 2 - The Beginning4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some of you may have heard of me before, as I have many names. Some may refer to me as the Devil, some Satan, Mabus or even ZoZo, when they are playing that entertaining game on the talking board. That is when I reach out for them. The names or the entry path matter naught, I am Legion and I manifest as a vision of comfort for these fetid humans and fill our dominion with the willing.
Whether they are playing with an Ouija Board or reading the Necronomicon, little do they know, I am real and waiting for the right time to capture their tortured soul? That is what happened in this case, when Malachi was again whimpering in his tights, wondering if he c
Looking to trade or sell charactersHullo! I'm looking to trade some characters (or possibly make custom adopts for peeps out there who are willing to trade characters or give me points for them) so feel free to look through my stash! I have both animals and humans <3Looking to trade or sell characters3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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The Writer's Secret: Part 1“Hindsight is always 20/20, Charlie.”The Writer's Secret: Part 116 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember my mom telling me that all the time when I was a kid. It came usually just before or just after I did something ridiculously idiotic or dangerous, but never with a stern or disciplining tone. It was almost a gentle reminder, as though she knew I didn't always think before acting. I still don't, really. I wish she'd just been in her right mind a year ago, when I decided to buy my dream house.
I'm not gonna go too much into detail to spare you the boredom, but I will give you a bit of a back story. I grew up in a town in Northern Ontario, with a population of 150,000, wedge into a crater, over two hours from the next reasonably sized town: needless to say, we were pretty isolated. We were a middle class family, with my mom working full time at a local convenience store, and my dad working as an accountant at a local business, but we lived in one of the nicer neighbourhoods, which is pro
Mercy The men had called it mercy. When we boarded up a little house on main street and lit it on fire.Mercy19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When we put poison in liquor and peddled it on street counters. They looked at us like cancer and we sold it to them in bottles.
Mercy. It was mercy when we skinned the neighbors dog and nailed his skin the church doors. When we wrote the presidents name in kid blood on the steps of town hall. Outcasts, freaks, deformed. All we had known had been stripped away long ago. Our humanity was blind. We were gods.
A Charlie was the first to throw the bomb. The dark shadow trailed staggered grey. Things turned red, suddenly, violently, beautifully. The world went silent. Nothing but a god awfully ringing. I lost my other leg. We all held hands as we watched. Writhing little melted smudges on the sidewalk. Their walls fell down. And if only for a moment before crimson consumed us I saw paradise swallo
Northwest Novelties and Mysteries Interview #11Northwest Novelties and MysteriesNorthwest Novelties and Mysteries Interview #1123 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Interview #11: The Paperman
September 27, 1986
Interviewee: Henry Pulp
How long have you lived in the town of Bends Ends?
Must’ve been since I was born. Haven’t spent my whole life here, left when I was young, came back when my bones started to get tired. Worked in northwestern lumber, y’see. Spent years in the forests around here climbing trees, working the pulleys and sawing off branches. Piling those big, thick logs on the trucks and hauling them across state lines. Yeah, Bends Ends’s been a return-to place my whole life. Like how migrating cranes always seem t’ know which spot in Florida to fly to when it gets cold. Kind of like that.
Where do you work?
The town’s Paper Mill. Gone from working under the sky everyday to factory ceiling. Sure, the smell gets bad sometimes. But that’s paper for you. It’s decay, y’know? Dead trees. I’ve seen live trees - smelled ‘em my whol
FlowerI had only lived in town for a few months when it happened. Even though I was still relatively new, it was quite obvious that people had started to grow weary of each other. On any other Saturday morning, kids would be playing out in the neighbor’s front yard, dogs would be out barking at the mailman, and the milkman would be stopping by for a chat. Today, however, the safety of a white picket fence wasn’t enough to put a person’s restless mind at ease. The children were inside, both the mailman and the milkman only gave a small nod of acknowledgement through troubled glances, and the dogs were silent, as if knowing that something foul was in the air.Flower18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This troubled me as I left my home for the market. A strange occurrence for a usually cheery town to turn so dark, I thought. But what business of mine was it as to what others were doing? As it was, living alone was a lonely existence, but that was no excuse for prying into one’s personal affairs. Mother wou
Mama Abram's whore house chapter 4Chapter 4Mama Abram's whore house chapter 418 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gabie... Right?" Katherine asked me. Clarice standing to her right.
"Yes." I said.
"So how did you get so beaten up?" Clarice asked me as Arabella walked by with a certain pirate in her arm.... Actually it looked like he was stealing her. No one was worried so I figured it was normal.
"A man told me they found my brother... I think they were lying." I answered.
"What gave you that idea?" Katherine asked me.
"The fact he took my pinky toe. My brother hated those ones because he would always hit it walking by the door." I told her.
"Kid I like you! How old are you?" Clarice asked me.
"I'm 18. Don't ask why I'm not married. Heaven only nose." I laughed
"Maybe it is because you can bet them up and insult them without batting an eye... That or the fact you're a terrible cook." Katherine said.
"Perhaps but I have no intention in marrying until I find my brother." I said not looking at anyone in particular.
"Have you seen your sister!" My father growled ten times worse
HuntedA quiet forest clearing, bathed in moonlight. Two different paths lead into and away from the clearing. Two wooden beams crossed over another entrance that was blocked off because it was too muddy. Running footsteps. A flashlight beam waved wildly as it cut through the forest. Two people, a girl and a boy, hurtled into the clearing, panting as they continued running. The boy stumbled, tripping over a tree root, and falling on his face. The girl stumbled, doubling back to help the boy up.Hunted21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Billy! Are you ok?” The girl asked, dropping to her knees and tugging on Billy’s arm. He groaned.
“No. I think I sprained my knee!” He cried. The girl kept tugging on Billy’s arm, looking around frantically. Something screamed within the cover of the trees. The girl screamed at Billy.
“Billy! We got to keep going! They’re coming!”
“You are coming with me!” The girl yelled at Billy, tugging on his arm. A rust
MLP Review (Episode 12)MLP Review (Episode 12)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Call of the Cutie
So yeah…this episode helped explain a bit more about the pony society and how they work. Apparently it’s all decided by way of…cutie marks. I never really understood why ponies have these tattoos on their flanks, but this episode explains the reason. We also get an introduction to a few overlooked characters…either that or the show creators needed a break from the usual bullcrap and wanted to try some new younger characters. But don’t take my word for it…unless you are…let’s just look at the episode.
The show opens up at a school house where we see Applebloom with all of her…9 peers…and all of them are female. Okay seriously? I may be reading too deeply into this, but I see far more female ponies than male in these episodes. The only time I DO see them is when they’re doing manual labor. Is…is this just like that movie “Wicker Man?” Where the females are higher up in society and
Fate in a SphereHe threw open the heavy metal door and flung himself inside the cold, dank room. Thunder shook the hollow corners of the abandoned warehouse while lighting cracked its windows. He crawled across the floor. The frail cotton shirt rubbed against the steel floor, tugging at what little threads still held the piece together. Crunching over beds of broken glass, he drug himself into a corner of that warehouse, shivering from the rain water and fear that trickled down his spine. He apprehensively picked back the shards of jeans that bit into the fresh wound on his left leg. He screeched in pain as the denim tore away what was left of his muscle to reveal a crimson-wet bone.Fate in a Sphere1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man sat back and pounded his dirty fist against the wall of the building, redirecting the agony to his frost-bitten knuckles. Once he stabilized enough to ignore the searing pain, he examined the room he had stumbled into. Or, at least, he attempted to. The man couldn’t see three feet from his outstretched leg.
The Living May Steal What is Already Theirs Part 2MaxwellThe Living May Steal What is Already Theirs Part 27 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
White hot pain laced through my skull with a sinking, trembling feeling. It felt like there was fire in my lungs, my vision marred with ghastly hallucinations and some twisted version of a vision. Figures danced in front of me, but it wasn’t clear whether or not they were actually real. I should have been concerned, but some part of my brain was stuck on repeat, playing this scene out in front of me, different every time, but with a recurring theme.
It started out like a play, with dancers and elaborate costumes, I hoped they were costumes. These creatures surrounded this boy, who looked to be about 15, with gentle features and a kind, almost maternal smile. His hair was a shock of light blond waves, unruly, curling around his face in some places and laying straight in others. His arms flailed about him, softly hitting these creatures. When I looked close enough in one scene I could see the actual force of his fingers, gouging out skin way to easily to be real. He never l
Smell of FlowersWhat is this sensation? The man pondered, hidden by the veil of that whispering darkness, that warm embrace, that chaos of emotion-He smiled, “Where am I?” his tone curious as he pushed himself up from the moist, dirty floor. His fingers reaching through the cracks to a gentle breathing chuckle - He remembered now; he had tried to recall the beginning of it all, yet he had failed as the obvious had hit him, there was no beginning. It simply was.Smell of Flowers4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scratch, scratch, scratch, the sound his nails did as he felt them give in to the pressure, breaking, and then he stood. His fingers now pulsating with pain and yet he wished not scream, “This is real,” he said in an attempt to cling to what was not, “Is it?” he questioned as he tried to pierce the darkness with his gaze. Revel in all, bathe in wisdom, bathe in knowledge and dream, he pondered, yet it was not his thoughts, or were they?
Another brief chuckle escaped his lips as he breathed and b
Dear Diary: May 22Dear DiaryDear Diary: May 2216 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well Rebecca finally got her way; I was fired from the dinner today. My boss said it was because “I didn’t mesh well with other employees.” The truth is I just didn’t fit in with Rebecca and her little clique of cronies. She worked hard on turning everyone against me after that day I caught her coming from the boss’s office looking disheveled with her makeup smeared. She told everyone it was having problems with her boyfriend. But I didn’t buy it. I snuck into the office found her address and wrote her boyfriend a letter about what I saw. He came in a few days after I sent it screaming at her about it. She cornered me in the alley later that day; she kept shoving me against the wall and tried to tell me I had no clue what I had seen and that I had no right to write that letter. I told her to leave me alone. She shoved me into the wall again and told me to back out of her private affairs. I told her things couldn’t be very private if
The Tulpa Chapter 8 The Hunter“I still feel a little bad about this…” groaned Edward as another member of The Engineers emptied a supermarket shelf into his waiting sack.The Tulpa Chapter 8 The Hunter4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ‘mission’ Samantha was talking about was one of their little supply runs. It involved breaking into nearby shops and markets and ‘borrowing’ some supplies. Of course Edward was quick to point out the fact that borrowing meant stealing and mission meant heist, but it fell on deaf ears. In the face of their mission to kill The Tulpa, the act was a means to an end, but that left the age old question, does the end justify the means? Once again, Edward’s point fell on deaf ears. Samantha attempted to justify the act by claiming they only stole whatever was taken off the shelves, whatever the paying customers didn’t want or need. He, Julio, and three other members of The Engineers were in the stock room of some supermarket Edward had been to countless times before, stealing day old cans of peas a
Stranger.Our world will fail.Stranger.13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had come to beg, but instead that is what he said to me. His face wrinkled, eyes showed white and his hair to grey and he told me, in the calmest of voices, that the world would end in a maelstrom of light and shadow. That the earth and sky would exchange places and humans would become animals. Then his eyes roll back, the lines smooth out, and his hair flushes back to a boyish blonde. He shrugs and smiles and picks up his sentence where he left off. “Have you got any extra food, sir? Scraps for a starving boy?” I just stare from my perch on the side of the bitumen. The wind blusters angrily around us. The air tastes dry. A dust storm is coming. It had already swallowed the town. It would be on me in a few minutes.
“Sir?” He reminded me he existed.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Don’t remember.” He smiles and holds out his hands. “Any scr
Creepypasta Nightcrawler chapter one: the fireCreepypasta Nightcrawler Chapter one: the fireCreepypasta Nightcrawler chapter one: the fire22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello my name is Weston, I don’t have too much time, I am being chased by something but I think I know what it is or who is this thing, it all started in a small town my home, I can’t say the name because maybe the curiosity will make you go there and I don’t want that to happen, my town was removed from the map by some reason that I can’t remember but that’s better so you can’t go there, the people there was very weird they believed in things like werewolves, witches kind of messed up things, I was at least 7 years old when I heard about a new kid in the town since I was a good boy I decided to go and say hello but when I went near the house there was a lot of boys punching him and yelling at him, then he got angry and bite one of the kids!. I was confused, but then I realized he was crying so I asked him nicely
-¿Are you OK?-
he turned his face to me and his eyes were weird the iris and the pupil
Marquee Mutant - Chapter 1I am dead. Or, at least, I think I am. I have died so many times over these last five months, and every time, I awake and start this misery all over again. I should have done it. I should have killed myself when level four was set up. My suicide was scheduled, the implements in place. Yet, I was a putrid shell of a man caught up in a life i did not recognize. i was a failure. No worse, i was, ummm, I am, an embarrassment; a failure.Marquee Mutant - Chapter 118 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all started when I could no longer hide my urges, when I had to start acting on the taboo desires that I keep bottled up inside my lifeless host. Honestly, was it that bad that I played with a phantom whore? That I wanted to explore the depths of depravity? To me, it was who I am; who I wanted to be.
My life feels so empty. I cannot face another day in this Hell. My thoughts long for another time, another place. I want to explore so much, and in turn feel a love forbidden by much of society. I can no longer hide my feelings, the pain