Pt 1: Grave (cp parody)WARNING: ProfanityPt 1: Grave (cp parody)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grave the crazy murderer was walking alone down the sidewalk at night. The human had long, black tentacles coming out of her back. She also possesed long as fuck claws and sharp teeth from some unexplained reason. Her eyes always bleed a black but pretty goop as she always felt saddness from the memories of her tragic and sad past.
Grave the beautiful but deadly teen strode down smugly the dimly lit sidewalk, wearing her red short skirt and white but blood splattered hoodie. Why, she was no flat chested bitch but was a double D sized pair of big old tits yet she's graceful in ctombat and always wins enough though her breasts are as bouncy as a bouncy ball on drugs even with the slightest movements.
She twirled her blood covered kitchen knife, giggling at the memory of the screams of her recent victim.
Her cat ear twitched as she heard someone coming out of the bushes. Grave the killer turned around to see a white as silk milk boy that was a skinny but hot mother fuck
PLOT TWIST“Shhhh, Percy~!” I exclaim, pulling him down under the poorly-made cot that we’ve been using, cursing myself for taking so long on my run today. dozens of figures circle our hideout. Well, a run-down gas station, but that’s as good as any. We both gaze up at the open door to the actual store area. I couldn’t close it or they’d hear it. Turning to Percy, I motion for him to relax. We’re gonna hafta wait them out-they’ll leave in the morning. He silently groans in response, pulling out a toy dinosaur and I roll my eyes. If he didn’t insist on his replacement teddy bear I would’ve been done sooner! Putting my earbuds in, I close my eyes and slowly bob to the music. Some punk tune. At least we’re in the break-room, and not in the actual store. We’d be screwed then-with all of the windows. Still, I feel bad for him... At least I remember what things were like before the incident....Every time I ask him, he just shrugs.PLOT TWIST16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anguish“She’s been in this state for about an hour,” Natalia looked extremely distressed giving her report. An hour later, and the patient is still sobbing, almost broken in the chair too big for her small frame. Michael had to manually go and rehydrate her so she wouldn’t dry herself out, but she will still not stop crying.Anguish5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I should tell you a bit about myself, now that I’m documenting this report to be possibly given to the public depending on the events that will unfold. I’m Nathaniel Silver, known as “Gunmetal” by my co workers. I guess you could say I’m attractive, though I don’t think much about it. I’m 28, quiet, and somewhat bitter about a lot of things. I’m pretty serious about my work because I’m, what you would say, fascinated with the unknown. I work alongside 3 other people: Michael Fuller, 32, the jokester of our group; Analeah Steel, otherwise known as “Criminal”, 26, the shy student and o
Blink AlternateSurely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and insensible that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside shadow is a mind, and behind everything we do there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.Blink Alternate3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just moments after I walked through the door.
If you asked me now I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I had no reason too- none! Nothing they ever did would have harmed me. I had nothing to gain from it. But I did.
When I got there I walked into the kitchen for water. There, the woman met me. She turned on the lights, and the brightness along wit
Hazardous DelusionsHazardous Delusions22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room seemed empty as silence took over, the white tiled floor reflects the ceiling and only the sound of a machine indicating someone’s heartbeat echoes back and forth in the four-cornered room.
There, in the middle, lies a girl aged fifteen who had her eyes open. She stared at the ceiling, watching as the fan goes round and round, her eyes, one green, one yellow appeared lifeless as they don’t move at all. She wore a hospital gown, bandages wrapped all around her left arm and visible stitches on her right. Her brain could not process what happened to her clearly, what happened to them. All she remembered were small fragments of the past, replacing and making up events to suit the ones she know.
Her name is Sophie Milner, mentally unstable and physically well developed, despite of her state for the past years. She would have break downs every now and then, screaming nonsense and claiming to see and hear things...orders from her sister...her deceased twin sister, Sophia.
EyesEyesEyes8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mike is a friendly, energetic type of teen who avoided trouble and got good grades. He doesn’t stand out too much in school because he likes to be by himself and doesn’t really want to be with anyone else. All his friends go to different school but he still keeps in touch with them and he enjoys hanging out with them. Mike is really smart and he is the type of person that would get along with everyone but nobody really hates him. This is the story of Mike who has a huge terrible problem with his eyes, but he doesn’t expect the horror that awaits him.
It was an average high school day for Mike; he was feeling good about today because it was a beautiful warm day outside. The cool breeze felt nice and for a brief moment Mike went outside to enjoy it, he watched as the leaves of the forest moved alongside the wind. He wishes that every
Steve's Ghost StorySteve's Ghost storySteve's Ghost Story8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Terrifying tales from the north,,,
The sun was starting to set and the forest was becoming darker and darker, and that is just what everyone who was on this camping trip was waiting for…the creepy atmospheric ways of the night. It was mid summer and a bunch of young campers were just coming back from a nice long hike through the woods There was seven of them and each of there names were Anna ,Shelly Matthew ,Brik ,Stan, Laura and Steve , now Steve was youngest of the group being only twelve and the brother of Stan he was invited by him to join there little camping trip, well they were all ready to start and sit around a nice warm fire so they could roast marshmallow and Hotdogs and other stuff. But they also knew that a fire would be the perfect atmosphere to tell ghost stories .and these kids loved one thing more then any other thing in life and that’s was a good ghost story, it had been the most anticipated highlight of the trip yet to come and they we
The Tale of the Evil Boy The Tale Of The Evil BoyThe Tale of the Evil Boy3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written by: Aaron J. Bellomy
This story is about a boy I knew before I came here. The only
thing is; he wasn't really evil. So sit down and I will tell you this story.
It starts in our very own state: West Virginia. Somewhere in Wayne
County a couple of boys were playing basketball. Then a boy, right
now I'll call him, Ronald, came walking down the street. He asked
the boys,” Can I play a game with you all?” They real quickly said,”
No! No! No!” Ronald was really mad about this. He walked away
but not before he flipped them the bird. As Ronald was walking
down the street, he saw a store being robbed. When he stopped
to see if the owner needed help, the robber left. When Ronald saw
the owner he was surprised. It was his uncle. Ronald
The Funeral Parade (Part 7)The Funeral Parade (Part 7)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was seven in the morning. The fog had cleared enough to continue the funeral procession.
Anxiety clinged on to me and bothered me all the way up to the Blackwood Cemetary. It was this itty-bitty torturing voice since we left the Academy.
"You shouldn´t even be here; since when did you become the grim reaper?" it said.
And I responded in my head, "I´m here to say good-bye to a dear friend."
"The help? Let them rot," he continued, "they only live to serve, who truly cares about them?"
Blak, who sat beside me on one of the carriages stroke my back, "You´re look very tense, Love. It will soon be over, you´ll see."
"You should be back home with your friends playing music," continued that annoying lisping voice, "remember when your life used to be so much easier? Oh no, but you decided to stay in that haunted house, didn´t you? And now look what it´s done. It´s
Love letters from the MarinerI returned home once the war was done, after four years of smoke, mud and enough glimpses of intestines to last me a lifetime. I was lucky to find most town left the same, from the boats in the harbour to the Widow Goodwin still in her mourning black, but appearing as young as lively as ever.Love letters from the Mariner4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Until I could arrange payment for a home of my own from my soldier's salary, I was staying with my sister, her husband and their three young children. Maureen had been lucky; Thomas lost his leg as an infant and was exempt from service. Though I had made it back from the south, many of our comrades were still scattered in pieces in the fields.
"I find it difficult to believe she hasn't remarried since I've left," I said over dinner, regarding Widow Goodwin's house from the kitchen window. It was one of the nicest of the shore homes.
"She's certainly had her share of suitors," Maureen sighed, nursing the youngest baby at the kitchen table. The other two were ups
The SinnerHood Chronicles- The E3 Outbreak- Part IIn The Zeiburg Corporation tower, Los Angeles, California. 10th May 2017. The penthouse was bathed in darkness, the only chink of light was the sun rays coming through the blind's slats, a silhouetted man stood in front of the blinds looking at the practically abuzz city below him, "Humanity. To think in 1994, you were so close to extinction." He said with a deep, raspy voice. The elevator behind him pinged and the door opened revealing future ex-CIA Agent Lauren Jensen, "Mr Karzi?" She said sheepishly, "Ah, Miss Jensen. I was unaware you received my message." Karzi replied sitting down in his burgundy leather office chair, "That's the problem with time travel. I see the other two towers haven't been built yet." LJ said chuckling, "Towers?" Karzi asked confused, "In 2027, where I'm from. This tower is property of The UCLA. Which means why would I join you if in the near future, this corporation and you are gonna dead and buried?" She asked with threatening tones, Karzi stood uThe SinnerHood Chronicles- The E3 Outbreak- Part I15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
el durmiente (pt.1)Mientras mas se acercaba a la cima aquel hombre se sentía mas exhausto pero tendría que llegar a aquel lugar, aquel lugar que le llamaba no solo en sus sueños, aquel lugar le llamaba día y noche, esas visiones le acosaban le enloquecían tenia que ir tenia que saber el por que aquel lugar le llamaba, y cada momento que se acercaba mas y mas su estado empeoraba las visiones no solo eran juegos visuales también se convertían poco a poco en sonidos, voces voces en extrañas lenguas, lenguas arcaicas y prohibidas para oídos mortales y el en medio de una vorágine de locura ignoraba su cansancio y escalaba mas y mas debía llegar a aquel lugar mientras aquellas voces clamaban mas fuertemente cuando el al fin llego vio las puertas, las puertas de aquel arcano y maldito lugar y sentía como las voces frenéticas le llamaban y el abordado por todo aquello entro y encontró algo tan misterioso, algo que consumió la poca cordurael durmiente (pt.1)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This