The Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 11August 25, 2013The Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 114 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I'm a good person. Scotty says so. He came back about two days ago after I returned home from Chrissy's funeral, and I was so overwhelmed with joy that all I could do was hug him and cry. I wanted to tell him everything I've done during the last seven years, but he said he already knew, and he was proud of me.
He's so handsome now... he's all grown up! He still wears the same type of clothes he used to, still has pale skin and everything, but his hair is a tiny bit longer, he's tall, he looks much more like a man than a boy, and he has some shadows under his eyes. Maybe he hadn't been sleeping very well, and that's why he came back? Maybe he missed me... I sure missed him!
I hadn't left the house since the funeral, and even after Scotty came back, we still haven't gone anywhere. I haven't eaten, I can't remember the last time I slept, and I've been mindlessly carving into my skin with Claudia. I ran out of room on both arms, so I've started on my legs. Scotty says I des
The Madness To Her Method[The following is an interview that took place on the set of Loath and Kisses, a thriller/horror television series. THE VIEW, a popular tabloid, had a chance to interview Miss Danielle Blank, who plays Victoria Wirthington, the main antagonist.]The Madness To Her Method5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
THE VIEW: Thank you so much for meeting with me today.
DANIELLE: No, no problem.
THE VIEW: So, everyone’s very interested in what goes on behind the scenes here at Loathe and Kisses. We’ve heard a lot of rumors and we’re here to clear those up with you. Could you tell us what exactly your director meant when he said that “full method acting” was in use on set?
DANIELLE: Oh, yeah. So you obviously know what method acting is — when an actor is in character full time, even when they’re not being shot. Well, this is how it works for us – we’re literally never out of character when we’re on set. From the moment we arrive until the moment we leave, we’re in character. The first time I
Paranoia Your heart beats fast.Paranoia 3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
You try to breath but it's just too much.
Every tap. Every crack. POP. Crackle.
You feel helpless. You want to run.
Always looking over your shoulder.
Always asking, "Did you hear that?"
You aren't crazy. No,no, no. Perfectly sane.
So you brush it off, saying "Nevermind."
Haha, you try to forget it. But can't.
You know there's something. There's something there.
There has to be.
To make the dogs bark...the doors creak...
It MUST be something.
You aren't crazy. Nowhere near paranoid.
You're just right...right?
higanbanaTelephone wires, heaving sides, flaring nostrils, a gunshot, whispers. Elsewhere, you don’t know me, I can’t see your face, you left me rags before, I broke your favorite toy. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, it was an accident, I didn’t see it, you left it on the ground, you weren’t watching, my knee bled, you were shouting, you weren’t there. Filthy child, your mother’s eyes, your father’s mouth, your brother’s habits. I swung my fist, I needed care, my hand broke, everything broke, I broke, your toy broke. It wasn’t my fault. Nature took me in, I crossed mountains, I walked rivers, I swam fields. You called, I hung up, you convinced me. Running, wheezing, lungs giving out. A train hit me, I am bruised, I don’t care. Electricity zips through me, I am a current, a spider lily blooms within me and forces out; it is alone. You hold an instrument of destruction, but you promised, you swore. I fell, night took me, draggedhiganbana1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
MirrorAN: THIS IS NOT MY [LEADERPINHEAD’S] STORY! This was written by my sister, who is too lazy to get her own profile but wants the world to see her work anyways. I’m just being the good older sister that I am and helping her (because she blackmailed me and won’t go watch a French film with me until I do)Mirror4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“All I’m saying is an old dilapidated house doesn’t seem like the best inheritance gift you could get.”
Mason couldn’t stop the eye roll that came with his friend’s words. Sure Adam was right, the house was a piece of crap with its peeling paint and falling shutters, but his great aunt had left Mason the house for a reason. Unlike the rest of his family, Mason wouldn’t just sell the old two-story farmhouse off
The Furious Wolverine [Creepypasta V.1] ...The Furious Wolverine [Creepypasta V.1]4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
What have I done? I didn't know. It was all merely just a game. For me. For others? It was simply a nightmare. Do I know why? Maybe. Am I willing to tell you? Perhaps. Closing my eyes, I sighed and inhaled the thick metallic air, corrupted with some humid dark red liquid. An eerie giggle emerged from the shadows, and it could've sent a chill down my spine..
But it didn't. Why? Because I know whose giggle it was. Sighing softly, I narrowed my eyes and glanced at a pile of old crates not far from me, but hidden in the shadows. "Hey, freak, anyone could know it's Eyeball Andy right off the bat." I scoffed, my usually chestnut brown orbs turned slightly red under the moon's light.
A soft giggle echoed from the same location, and it grew into amused laughter. "Hahah! Oh man, really? I didn't know." A figure stepped out behind the crates they were hiding at. It was a rather small boy, with pastel soft hair and a huge, bloody grin plas
55F 12 10 15 Fog rolls through autumn. My husband and I venture through graves not far from the house. I remember little of coming here, it is well into the night, but he himself seems restless and too alert. We stop, and he kneels at a tombstone.55F 12 10 1514 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
My name lays strangely, I think, but I don’t remember dying
Last Chance - Everyday Vignette #22Last Chance - Everyday Vignette #221 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
This is it, Henry. This is our last chance. If this doesn't work, the ghouls will overrun the earth and wipe out humanity. The fate of the world rests on us.
Yeah, the world's doomed.
God, Henry, I can't even get my own life right, let alone an ancient supernatural ritual. Why you'd choose me? You know I'll probably ruin this just like everything else.
I guess I can at least try, though. Maybe...maybe just this once I can get it right. Too late to change my mind now, anyway.
Shit, they're beating on the windows. No more time to screw around. Ok then, Henry. Let's do this.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...
Manga's Until Dawn Theories 2Manga's Until Dawn Theories 25 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Manga's Until Dawn Theories
(Warning; contains spoilers)
Despite being unplayable until later on in the game, Josh has a huge impact in the story. The story mainly takes in the lodge owned by his parents. He is Hannah and Beth's brother. Although the wikia does state that he is older, we tend to view and see him as the youngest since he acts like it - blaming himself (he was passed out when the prank happened) but taking it out on his friends. He is the one who invites everyone back a year after his sisters died only to prank them as revenge for their disappearance.
The cutscenes where Josh is in a shrink's office gives an insight on how complexed his personality and physiological state is. Dr Hill is actually a figment of his imagination due to unprofessionalism and further adding onto Josh's guilt. The increasing decaying of the office shows Josh's mental health is continually deteriorating. He is deemed a lost cause when he is face to face with Hannah, whether she turns hi
AuthenticThe costume party had been pretty much of a bust. Most of the people there were the same old phonies and wannabes that you usually found. There was one girl that didn’t fit the mold. Her demon costume was just about the best one at the party. I was truly intrigued by her. Not only was her costume fantastic, but it seemed as though she was someone who didn’t have to put on airs. I wanted to get to know her, so finally got the courage to approach her.Authentic5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“I thought that I would leave this “party” and thought that you might like to join me. It seemed as though you were having as little fun here as I am.”
She looked at me with a penetrating gaze that un-nerved me for a second.
“Yes, this is rather…”
The last word hung in midair, so I thought I’d complete her sentence.
“Something like that. Are you up for something more… authentic?”
“Anything would be more authentic than
Delirium Worldbuilding: Alternate EndingsOriginal (the girl interrupts the confrontation between the masked man and the mother):Delirium Worldbuilding: Alternate Endings5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Mommy?” she said again, voice trembling, and that did it. He could not in good conscious doom the child to his life. There were other ways.
He released his mother and agilely went to the window. With a crash, the glass burst outward and he jumped out, rolling onto his feet and vanishing into the night. The woman quickly sprang from her bed and clutched the child to herself, shaking. There was a monster out there tonight and all nights now.
“Mommy?” she said again, voice trembling.
He stared at the tiny child, piercing her ice blue eyes. There was only silence until he shifted subtly, causing her to run away. Turning back to his query, he grinned underneath his mask. She trembled under him, and he relished in her helplessness.
“What shall I do with you, I wonder…” he said lowly.
She answered his own question by trying to brea