KarmaBone and muscle stare back at me through empty sockets. What little skin that's still on it is rotting away. But wait...I'm looking into my bathroom mirror. That monster isn't me...it can't be me...Karma1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I steal a quick glance down at my hands. No, I'm not rotting away like the monster in the mirror. I look back up, thinking maybe I'm just sleep-deprived and hallucinating. No, the monster is still there.
The lights flicker, drawing my attention upwards. A black, tar-like substance is oozing from the crack in the ceiling above and behind me. It materializes into a hand, which reaches for me, clutching with cold fingers onto the back of my skull. It forces me closer, closer towards the mirror with the monster, whose decaying fingers grasp for my neck and close around my throat. As it draws me closer, I realize that I'm dead, killed by the monster of my own lies.
Creepypasta- DecemberI can't decide if it was beautiful or frightening. It was too cold to think, but the snowy forest felt like a fairy land, just like all of the songs.Creepypasta- December13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mommy once told me to not judge people by what they look like, but she was so ugly. I wanted to run.
Why does she seem so pretty now?
My eyes water as the swirly winter wind stings them. Even under my thick jacket, I shiver uncontrollably. Daddy walks very fast and it's difficult to keep up with him. About an hour ago, we left the house and he took me for a walk in the snowy woods. It's getting dark and I really want to go home, but I think Daddy still has plans. I'm not sure what he plans on doing in the woods on a winter night. He doesn't talk much.
"Daddy?" I ask timidly as I struggle to keep up with his pace.
"Yes?" He replies. His voice is muffled by his fuzzy scarf which is pulled up over his mouth.
"It's getting dark out." I tell him. "Can we go back soon?"
He doesn't talk back for a while. I patiently wait for his answer as we
Howl of the Heavens 01Pine Ridge is a town nestled deep in the Rocky Mountains of Northern California; it had been founded by a combination of people looking for the riches of gold and the riches of fur trapping around the year 1846. Since then it has grown; although one wouldn't think this by simply passing through as they would only see the main shop which doubled as a gas station and the old church upon the hill. What they wouldn't see was the spaced out houses and the rather nice sized town with more stores down an unpaved road.Howl of the Heavens 0117 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The locals had decided they didn't want tourists in their town long ago so they didn't want a paved road in which strangers could use to come into the main town. It didn't matter much to the current residents as they liked their privacy and the town stores used trucks to get supplies from the gas station where the owner ordered supplies brought there for the shops in town. Out of necessity just about everyone in town owned a truck to come and go, some of the younger generations
Creepypasta Birthday ScenariosMonthCreepypasta Birthday Scenarios19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
January- You're killed by X
February- You hug X
March- You stalk X
April- You have a party with X
May- You go huntin with X
June- You kick X
July- You get married to X
August- Trapped forever with X
September- Switch bodies with X
October- Rule the world with X
November- You kiss X
December- You get asked out by X
1. Jeff the Killer
3. Glitchy Red
4. Homicidal Liu
5. Lost Silver
6. Smile Dog (human)
7. Jane the Killer
8. Grinny Cat (human)
9. BRVR (human)
10. Laughing Jack
11. Eyeless Jack
12. BEN Drowned
13. Mr. Widemouth
14. Slenderbro (Sexual Offenderman)
15. Skin Taker
16. Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)
20. The Rake
23. The Observer
26. Ticci Toby
27. Charlie (Sally's bear)
28. Pinkamena Diane Pie
31. SCP- 173
Favorite Disney Movie
Lion King- Because you felt like it
Thanks for What?Thanks for What?Thanks for What?12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theodore had been driving along the road since November 23. There seemed no place in sight to stop and rest for the night for the past 80 kilometers since he had left home. He was tired and dazed and hungry. Then he saw the exit sign about twelve kilometers ahead. Then the time was almost 11 pm. Thanksgiving day was the next morning. Theodore knew that he would be truly thankful if he could rest before then. He headed for the exit and left the main road.
Ahead about ten kilometers more, there seemed to be the outline of a small town. As he drove nearer, he discovered that it had no name. In any event, he needed to rest. So he entered town limits and searched for a place to park his car. All around him, the houses and structures were antiquated and deserted. Some seemed to be built with stone or material that he neither knew nor saw before. They were dark and some had only one window. Theodore swallowed and tried to ignore them.
There was a small hotel off the Main Stre
Kanniballistic KatieI first saw her, Katie, so I’ve heard, while taking a walk around town in a dark alley. At first glance, she was very beautiful. Blonde hair, a nice aqua green jacket with pink strings and a pink zipper, black converse, and two different colored eyes: one blue, one green. She motioned for me to come to her, so I did.Kanniballistic Katie15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Come here, come. I’ll give you what you want. Come,” she said.
How does she know what I want? I thought to myself. It didn’t matter. Being twenty, I didn’t really care. She looked only about eighteen. She can’t hurt me, she looks younger than me, and she doesn’t look that strong, so if she did attack me, I could take her down. I assured myself.
I followed her deeper into the alley, and she took me to an opening. I had never seen this part of town before. It was actually quite pleasant there. It was all concrete, but it had a warm feeling to it.
The opening was about 10 by 10 foot wide. The only exit was the path we took. I l
BonesThe bone’s that sit upon the silent, and speak for time, as residual horror’s, or trickster preacher’s, that say not a word to anyone, not even the tomb’s that shadow the plot’s, where the ground is as well tended into form as a pile of leaves. One might just hop on in at some point, and wish the gallows humorists a good one.Bones22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bones that heckle, or dance in spectre light’s, know the flame’s in the fire to be the spirit’s of life as they live, and what they preach, or speak of in life, is the wood upon the fire place, that Hell might sometimes dream of. The bone’s of the haunted land’s, that speak peace to the mad, or lonely. They know ghost’s just as well, as people have the time to call other people nobodies. Sometimes the bone’s of the land might say something, but in their rarity, they are somehow one with the prehistoric world. Like ancient cavemen, that have hunted the Mastodon, or have lived in caves.
Last WordsPanting, a lack of breath caught up to her as she dove down to pick up a video camera lying on the floor. She turned the blood-smeared thing on, the banging of a door warning her to hurry up. The light went on, & her dilated pupils were the focus point of the image, as well as her brunette hair tied up in a bun as her pale skin contrasted the entire picture.Last Words22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“If you’re viewing this..” she croaked, coughing, “then I died.”
Heat insulated & escaped her body over & over again, like a little girl having night terrors in the middle of the night. A dangling, flickering light source hung above her, the warm brightness illuminating her cheekbones. Stammering, sweat dripped down her neck as she searched for words. She knew she didn’t have much time left before that thing outside the door would break through & kill her.
“Rey, I’m sorry . . . you were right, I shouldn’t have chosen to go-”
She spat out blood.
“And Dad, I
Life-ChangingThe day started with you waking up shivering. You were hanging on the edge of your bed. You looked outside the window and saw the dark clouds gathering. You sighed and went with your morning routine until you reached your school. You came to school early today. You sat down somewhere comfortable until a few people came around and the classes begin. You sat down to your first class of the day.Life-Changing6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cool winds that gush through the open windows makes you really sleepy, despite the fact that you had slept deeply last night. You made yourself focus on one thing that will keep you awake: your blank piece of paper on your hand. You did not remember grabbing any paper. You ponder on how in the world did the paper came to your hands.
The day was just a blur. Everything was like everyday, except for the piece of paper on your hand that you just could not throw away. The piece of paper stays on your hand. You did not let it go. You stare at the paper again for the twentieth time today. And slowly
DreamsI saw her, the hooded figure floating there in front of me. She was white cloaked and it swayed in the wind as her large angel like wings curled to the side of her body. She stood tall before me as everything about her seemed graceful.Dreams7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept my stare fixed on her face as I noticed her red rosy lips glisten from the beating sun. I tried searching for the other half of her face, I tried to look for her eyes, for eye contact. But there was nothing, only darkness when you looked under the hood she wore so heavily over the half of her facial features. She also had Rich gold hair that reflected sunlight and flowed like water out of that mysterious hood. That hood, it hides everything. Curiosity almost makes you attempt to discover what secrets she lies behind, to pull the hood down. But something made me hold back from trying.
All of a sudden, she started turning away, turning her back to me as her large feathered wings followed her as they began spreading out and
THE cRoOkEd MANTHE cRoOkEd MAN17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE cRoOkEd MAN
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked six-pence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat which caught crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
He met a crooked woman and he found a crooked preach,
They had a crooked marriage on a crooked little beach,
They had some crooked children and they lived a crooked life;
The crooked man, the cat, the mouse, the children and the wife.
They were happy for a number of crookedly long years,
Lived a life of crooked happiness,
Until the crooked wife upset the crooked man,
He yelled a crooked yell and hit her and ran.
The crooked man came again at the stroke of twelve,
And that was when there life became a living Hell,
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
And killed his wife and kids and he smiled his crooked smile…
FearHis voice trembled as he tried to explain to the lady what had been following him previous to him bursting through the doors of the shop she worked at. She thought he was crazy. She went to get a drink for him, or so she said. Instead, she called the police to take him away. She was scared of him, though he showed no threat toward her. She did come back out with a glass of water for him. He thanked her and drank it. He seemed normal enough then. The lady then thought calling the police may have been the wrong approach. She shrugged this thought off. It was too late anyway.Fear20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Police sirens sounded outside. They came in and took the man away. He went without struggle, but when they got outside, the other officer screamed from the other side of the police car. The man stopped in his tracks, knowing what was happening. The police officer that was escorting him un-clipped the gun pouch and raised his gun with his right hand. He walked around the police car to find his partner ripped in half,
SommernachtstraumWarm und rosaviolett fiel das letzte Licht des Tages durch die großen, weit geöffneten Fenster, und eine frische Brise stob durch das ansonsten stickig heiße Zimmer. Der Abend brachte kühlere Luft mit, und langsam wurde der Sommertag erträglich. Sie drehte den kleinen Tischventilator auf die höchste Stufe, zum wohl zehnten Male, aber die Luft, die er in ihr Gesicht blies und im Raum verwirbelte, blieb unangenehm. Es würde noch Stunden dauern, bis die Luft im Zimmer soweit abgekühlt war, dass man hätte schlafen können. Sie fuhr sich durch das noch leicht feuchte Haar, drehte ein paar Strähnen um ihre Finger und warf sich dann mit einem Ächzen auf die kleine rote Couch. Der Ventilator drehte seinen rotierenden Kopf langsam von links nach rechts und zurück, während sie sich klar zu machen versuchte, dass an Schlaf so oder so nicht zu denken war. Vermutlich wäre sie auch zu nervös gewesen, um ein kurzes NickercSommernachtstraum21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emine (2011)Emine (2011)21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a small music store downtown that I've always been interested in going to, but I haven't really had the time. The building was beaten up, and had a somewhat crooked sign. I went in the store, and what I saw was quite plain. There was a rack of T-shirts for bands I have never heard of, and a CD rack up near the front counter. I leafed through the CDs until something caught my attention. I saw an Eminem CD that I have never heard of. While I am a pretty big fan of Eminem's earlier work, I think his newer stuff is less than decent. Anyways, the cover for the album was just the standard Eminem logo over a plain white backdrop. Only the "M" at the end of Eminem was almost scratched out, making it appear to read "Emine".
The back of the CD was completely blank, no track listings or anything. Obviously I was intrigued by what I found. I went to the guy at the counter, who I asked if he has heard of this album. He gave me a funny look as if he didn't even remember putting this album o
Miles to the NightMiles to the night, and it’s neither dawn, or twilight, or the fashion of star’s, caught in a reflective window pane. The nail’s upon the finger’s of her long knuckled hand’s shook, and teethed in the night, reaching for the matches on the porch railing. The vein’s of the tree’s casting shadows over the street, and whispering strange tales, telling the stray’s of ancient dreams, from long lost days, and it’s still miles to anywhere in the night. The sky limiting nothing. Boundless in the darkness, the chanting of twig’s upon gravel, meditating the way’s of the ghost’s, that might, in the loneliness of the season, not even haunt their ways to scare a person.Miles to the Night22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You might even call it a season of night, what comes before Winter, and just the length of time after all the costumes of Halloween have disappeared, almost like the Halloween season is a thing eaten, and the monster’s fed, everyone has gone to bed, until
Haunted HouseThis ghost has boards, and long comb over nail’s, it has a tool box with hammer’s, and an empty pail, with dried leaf crisp’s inside of it. This ghost has a haunted chandelier, and a box with ancient toy’s inside. Toy’s that if the average person looked at them, they’d possibly feel haunted inside, just from peering at something from beyond their time. This ghost, never open’s the pantry, and the dishes left inside never get out, it’s something about the dishes, that nobody was ever able to find out about. Perhap’s it has to do with shipping the fragile reflectable surfaces of thing’s, in shine & value, that leaves them a strange place, in the room’s of the mind, and not just the cupboards, of an old and slightly drafty, but eerily dry, house of haunted whispered shadows. Shadows that keep their time with the Sun in the day, or the Moon at night, just as much as the ocean swells, and changes her tides, or the leaveHaunted House22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meat Market of the Dead“Why does everyone look so pale and translucent?” I asked as Sam and I carried a pair of heavy crates through the door flaps of the newly erected circus tent.Meat Market of the Dead1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Because everyone is dead, James,” she replied, rolling her misty blue eyes with a playful smile.
“But why can’t we at least look human? All of the people, er… spirits waiting for the circus to open look human. I mean, if they’re dead why should they care how we look?”
“Because the spirits get hungry,” she said as she set down her crate and wiped a bit of drool from her slightly slack jaw. “You know about food offerings to the dead? Well, the dead know hunger in this place, and they’ll group up and devour a human without a food offering. We’re a collection of zombies and monsters, but only if we look the part. If they saw us as humans they would tear us all limb from limb. And trust me, that won’t be