Clip ClopThe train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.Clip Clop21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel begins to play. The only sounds I can hear outside of my earphones are the noises of impatient traffic, my shoes hitting the pavement and the rhythmic movement of my crisp suit swishing as I walk.
The autumnal air is unpleasant against the nakedness of my face and brings a chill to my spine. I skip the song on my ipod, in need of a song m
Echoes The air of the Alterworld was cool and moist. Hettie had to remind herself that it wasn’t nighttime. That this was simply the nature of the place. That the sun was never going to rise, though just at that moment a faint glow filtered through the misty air at the crest of a pathetic hill. A bulging creature with spindly legs, body faintly luminescent, paused to point its boneless head towards the heat and light of the paraffin stove. Hettie slowly reached for her revolver.Echoes22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not dangerous.” Jeanne stabbed a fork into her can of stew, not bothering to look up. “Not valuable, either.”
The creature took a step closer, a pair of soft, quivering apertures flaring where its eyes should have been. Hettie could hear it breathing, a regular one-two hiss as the vents on its flank flapped open, drew closed.
“Are you sure?”
WinterWinter18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rose Winter came with the early morning fog.
It was Sunday—the Lord's Day, as her devout mother would deem it—and naturally, the eerie, foreign town of Wayford was more or less active.
The gravel beneath her walking boots crunched as she strode upon it. A suitcase swayed in her right fist. There was a pretentious sort of swing to her hips; this was accentuated by the means in which she held her chin aloft and trained her eyes sullenly. Her sorrel hair, which was cropped close to her shoulders, swished as she sauntered. Rose's free hand snaked up to adjust it.
Her mother, Anna Winter, scurried along beside her daughter. She clucked and fussed with the obstreperous folds and cinches of her daughter's (frankly,
WDSS - Monsters of the Golden StateThe sky was gray and gloomy, thunder could be heard in the distance, but there was no sign of rain… for now. It was the ideal weather for a certain holiday known as Halloween. A special day where kids dressed up to get free candy from strangers and adults dressed up to get wasted at parties. However for locomotives everywhere, it was just a normal day of hauling trains. That is, until the sun went down and everyone had gone home for the night. That was when the fun began! The afterhours was the perfect time to tell ghost stories and see who could tell the scariest story… and maybe get wasted at the roundhouse at the same time.WDSS - Monsters of the Golden State20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The current record holder belonged to the SP’s F7 Black Widows. With their eerie nature they always managed to get the roundhouse riled up with fear or at least sincere interest. But no F7 could tell a story like Leliah and her sisters as they were creepy even for a Black Widow. This year the group was bound for Dallas with a special priority tr
You're Next Setting her big plans aside for the afternoon to spend time babysitting was a far cry from what Sydney had wanted to do. There was an elaborate party going on at her friend Carol’s house, and she was missing it because she had been called by some kid’s parents she had done an interview with a few days prior. It meant money in her purse, but it also meant missing out on all the dancing, drinking, and fun with friends and her crush, Patrick.You're Next20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So despite her desire to tell the Ward family that no, she had other plans, she had accepted their invitation to watch over their twins. The family was loaded, and offered her thirty five dollars an hour compared to her usual five dollars an hour. It would be an all night job they had sternly told her, so she was in for a long evening.
Maybe she could get away with at least trying to call Carol? The idea sounded nice,
MalombraNel corso degli anni ho finito per sospettare di averla sognata, quella casa. Un sogno vivido e ricorrente, mescolato con frammenti di realtà, coltivato e ingigantito dalla mia mente di bambino fino a travestirsi da ricordo, e cresciuto distorto e deforme a causa della continua innaffiatura con pillole e alcol che ho riservato al mio cervello.Malombra21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ma, per quanto fosse un sospetto plausibile, non sono mai riuscito a convincermene fino in fondo. “Plausibile”, del resto, è una parola che per me non ha mai avuto molto senso.
Quella davanti a cui passavo ogni giorno, mentre andato e tornavo da scuola, era una di quelle case a due piani vecchie e pretenziose, dalle facciate decorate e circondate da recinto e giardinetto, che si incontrano inaspettate lungo anonime strade di città, soffocate tra due condomini che fanno del loro meglio per schiacciarle. Villette di campagna assorbite dalla periferia dilagante e sopravvissute alla mania edilizia, per ostinazione o pe
Giggles in the Dark Neo treaded through the dark, silent forest in search of materials, wood to be exact. He had run out of branches for the fire and needed some to stay warm through the night. His emerald-green orbs scanned the area around him for sticks, having to squint because of how dark it had become.Giggles in the Dark12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neo was a lanky, seventeen year-old boy, with scruffy strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. He had run away from home the year before because of his abusive alcoholic father. Having nowhere else to go, he decided to live in the Oakwood Forest at the southern edges of the city he used to live in, Greensboro, North Carolina.
After a few minutes of wandering, he managed to gather ten sticks. He examined them for a moment before giving a hum. “I should probably get some more to stock up…” he muttered, stuffing the bunch under his left arm and continuing on.
As he searched, he thought he kept hearing strange whispers in the distance, bu
LLUVIA NEGRA (HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)escuchar con este video de sonidos de fondo porfavorLLUVIA NEGRA (HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mientras un joven seguía su camino en auto por una carretera a altas hora de la noche, bajo la fuerte lluvia acompañada de constante truenos, el joven asustado paro en seco el auto al ver un silueta justo delante de el de un persona vestida con una capa de lluvia negra; acelero un poco y se puso a un costado de él, bajando la ventana
-hey! que haces en medio de la calle podría haberte atropellado, sube rápido la lluvia es muy fuerte-dijo el joven a aquella persona la cual tenía un rostro de piel muy pálida de pelo negro, largo y lacio; este entro silenciosamente.
El camino oscuro de la noche, el sonido de los truenos se escuchaban iluminando brevemente los rostros de aquellos que se encontraba en el interior de aquel auto, el sonidos del limpiaparabrisas se escuchaba como el de un metrónomo, su silencioso acompañante no decía ni una sola palabra mirando solamen
HalloweenHome alone. It wasn't a situation that particularly bothered Joan, despite the darkness of the other rooms and the creaks from distant corners of the house. She knew she was the only one in, and there was no such thing as ghosts. Not even on Halloween. In fact, especially on Halloween. What self-respecting ghost would come creeping on the one night of the year when no-one would take it seriously? And so, Joan sat in her room typing away at her computer, untroubled by thoughts of spectres and ghouls.Halloween16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thudding sound echoed up from downstairs. Slow, evenly-spaced bangs, like something falling repeatedly against her front door. She frowned. Hadn't she put up a sign saying “no trick-or-treating”? Deciding to ignore it, she continued with her work. Thud. Thud. Thud. After ten minutes, during which it continued without a break and kept interrupting her train of thought, she pushed herself away from the desk with a huff, and stamped downstairs to confront whatever irritating chil
AbyssAnderson Seismic Monitoring Facility, Hagåtña, GuamAbyss21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
15:52 GMT, 17th July
Jason Blake was sat hunched in his chair, nursing a cup of coffee to keep him awake through the long night shift. To his right, Derek gave a cry of victory – he’d probably defeated a dragon boss or something. After a celebratory swivel in his chair he returned to his game, fingers tapping out a frenzied tango on the keyboard. To Jason’s left the banks of monitors stayed resolutely uniform: the little green trace indicated that currently, the Mariana Trench was flat-lining.
Jason sighed and turned back to his computer screen, where his Facebook feed was flickering. He gave the bulky monitor a whack on its side, but that only sent a permanent black line across the middle of the screen. “Stupid 90’s piece of –” he muttered, jabbing the power button in the hope that it would erase the imperfection. It didn’t.
This was not what he’d expected when he
All Hallow's EveAll Hallow's EveAll Hallow's Eve12 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The darkness swirled around the thick forest like tar, sticking and gooping and globbing everywhere and masking everything from view in its inky midnight black. The full moon was hidden by the dense canopy of red-and-gold branches that were now bathed in a heavy coating of silver and black. Still, the moon watched everything. The only things to be seen while inside the forest were pinpricks of horrid yellow-green light from the eyes of various animals as they stared into the darkness, unblinking. Waiting. Watching. Grinning at the black surroundings that hid them like psychotic murderers. Which, on this night of the undead, they very well could become.
In the cornfield, not even the crows dared make a sound on this night of horror. The pale moon looked on silently, watching everything without a word to say. A solitary scarecrow slouched against his post, his arms tied to a stake that was shaped like a cross. Straw leaked and crawled out of his many injuri
Dark Children"My, my, I don't think I've ever had a visitor so young." The voice from the creature said in a soothing, almost sweet manner. Yet there was an undeniably wicked smile upon it's face.Dark Children3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That thing before me...it could mimic human beauty incomparably, with it's soft but firm features and mesmerising eyes. It took on a form of a male, quite possibly to appeal to me. It's face was perfectly symmetrical with doll-like features that still took on a masculine feel. While it's eyes were like glowing dark shiny orbs that made you feel as though you were drowning, yet you could never look away. However...despite this apparent beauty...there was something...something off. You see, no matter how hard the creature tried, the human subconscious could tell something was wrong. As it's kind looking smiles seem to warp into smirks, and it's soft hands sometimes looked like claws at times. But regardless, it was still stunning, allowing the thing to be both repelling and alluring.
I didn't say anything.
Mise En AbymeI am dead. I am made of light. I live in a city of ghosts and we are all made of light. We built this city ourselves. We built it on our own corpses. When I died I fashioned mortar from my bones. I made pipes from my intestines and my veins. My nerves became electrical wires and my eyes became windows. I live here now, in this empty building. I am wrapped up in concrete and windows.Mise En Abyme4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live alone in this otherwise empty tenement. We all live alone in our buildings. I used to walk the hallways, looking into the rooms, but I don’t do that anymore. I didn’t know it at the time but I had not yet realised that I was dead, and that the person I was looking for was me. Back then I still knew that I had forgotten something but as the years go by it gets easier to forget, until at last you forget that you have forgotten and the doors close behind you for the last time. When that happened I started to become afraid of walking through the building. I could sense that there was somethin
Nervous BreakdownI felt as if the world started to close around me.Nervous Breakdown5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held my hands up to my head.
The world around me started to grow blurry and fuzzy, and the only sounds I heard were the rattled beats of my heart.
Everything started to spin.
I thought it was all in my head.
I looked around.
I told myself I needed to get out of here, but when I saw what was surrounding me, I couldn't think of a way to move. But I needed to move, or else I'd grow more and more distressed.
I looked to the side and saw an opening.
The only way I could escape was to throw myself into the mass of worms that squirmed around me, hoping that they wouldn't rip me to shreds.
I hoped for the worst and went, throwing my body to the horde and shutting my eyes a final time.
Mommy?It was near midnight when she heard it. The woman awoke suddenly to the sound of light sobbing in her bedroom. She strained her eyes in the dark to see where the sound was coming from.Mommy?5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy...?" A girl's voice spoke from the bedroom doorway. The woman sat up with an alarmed look on her face and looked straight at the young girl.
"Mommy...I'm scared," cried the girl.
But the woman had no daughter.