10 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT ME1. I've drawn most of my life. I started drawing around 10-11 [Grade five-six, can't remember my exact age when, but I know my school grade of when I started].10 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT ME21 hours ago in Short Stories
2. I put a lot of TLC in to most of the artistic-based things I do. Especially Character creation, character development, and stories.
4. I like to playfully mess with people, especially [and mostly] My close friends.
3. I love it when someone plays along, especially the puns I make [Good or bad]
5. I love emeralds and the colour green, But mixed with the right colours and Shades, any colour can look really nice.
6. I love the crow because they can be hilarious and be trouble makers. They are also known to be extremely intelligent and find their way in to things. I could go on for ever bout these guys, but I'll give you the basics for this round.
7. I am picky with friends. and I don't like having many. That does not mean I hate talking to people. I'll talk, but It does not mean I
Creepypasta: Fat Over LeanCreepypasta: Fat over LeanCreepypasta: Fat Over Lean1 day ago in Short Stories
This little piggy was skin and bone
This little piggy was bloated and sick
And this little piggy had a taste to bemoan
But this little piggy I would eat in a tick!
“Y’know what’s weird about this place?” Tony asks as he warms his hands over the fire. He is the only one not roasting a marshmallow, which is a given since he threw his stick into the campfire after burning three of the gooey confections in a row. He never was much of a cook, but seriously, that took a special level of culinary incompetence.
Still, the trip is going well, all things considered. It’s good to get out of the suburbs and get back to nature once in a while. Or just goof around in the forest, it’s all good. The town (more like a hamlet, in actuality) of Kensport is the closest inhabited site, and even that place seemed appropriately sleepy. It’s a wonderful area to sever one’s
The jokes on you.The jokes on you.1 day ago in Short Stories
There was once a young woman known as April. She had orange blonde hair, green eyes and freckles all over her face. Her fellow classmates always made fun of her and pulled pranks on her laughing when she fell for them.
One night April was staring at her bedroom ceiling when a voice spoke to her. Voice; "April... April... Listen to me girl." April covered her head with a pillow and drowned the voice out thinking she had imagined it.
When she was preparing to go to school the following morning she saw a red eye reflecting off her mirror. She turned around to see nothing was there. She washed off her face and went upstairs.
School was strangely quiet for her that day. No one was laughing at her and no pranks were set up. Maybe it was the day she was no longer made fun of. She then went to her favorite class art and be
Selfish Running. It's all they've ever done. Or at least that's how it seems. She's been avoiding "it" for nearly her entire life. He's been hiding from "it" for only a few months now. Yet, the terror that shrouds them both is no different. In this isolated cabin, they continue to fearfully gaze around, hoping beyond hope, that there isn't any sign of the swarm.Selfish1 day ago in Short Stories
But she found a sign. A dead cardinal dropped straight from the sky and pelted into the earth outside. The red bird twitched once before finally resting forever. This wasn't the only one, dozens, maybe even hundreds of cardinals plummeted to the ground. They both immediately gathered their basic necessities and left the cabin hurriedly.
But as they stepped over and ran past the continuously dying red birds, the moans and cries could be heard. The horde was here. No faces, appendages bent at awkward angles, long and unseemly claws, unnatural speed. They were closing in fa
Burned Alive:iconDragonGuardian253: :iconDraconet: :iconJFCartoonacle: :iconhuman72:Burned Alive14 hours ago in Short Stories
This horror tale took place in Buenos Aires, Argentina, at the end of the XIX century and at the begining of the XX century.
The cementery of the city is one of oldest in South America and is,without any doubt, one of the most iconic ones due the monuments-like magestic tombs around there.
At that time, the cementery workers just formed an union and that got the attention of a young journalist who worked for one of the main newspaper of Argentina and,thinking about he would get an interesting story for his employers, he went to pay a visit to the union of gravediggers and the cementery keepers. The high mortality rates kept them bussy, however, there were things way nobody outside the cementery thought about.
At the begining, the union welcomed him and invited him to do a walk around the cementery looking at their everyday tasks,until they took him into the biulding of the crematorium where two e
Koji (experimental drabble)There was nothing more powerful at that moment than the stench of rot which struck the Koji’s nose almost instantly as he stepped into the small, familiar bedroom. He recoiled at the initial hit, but he was an odd boy, and this, too, was part of the familiarity of this room. As such, he was not sickened, not deterred in the slightest, even, by the odor, but rather it was simply normal to him. He wiggled his snout as he adjusted to the heavy air and a small smile crossing his flushed face under his dark fur.Koji (experimental drabble)1 day ago in Short Stories
“Mister Shadow~,” he sang, shakily, for his voice did not come easily to him, “I’m back.” No ordinary person would have felt the change in atmosphere, but his ears pricked up at the faint shift which signaled to him that his friend had heard. Mister Shadow did not, as of late, like to leave this room, and though Koji could not blame him, as outside of this place everyone simply pretended he did not exist, their separation was taxing on him and he
El anuncio - CreepypastaSon ya las cinco de la mañana. Mis ojos, rehusándose a abrirse más rápidamente, se adaptan a la blanca y vacía habitación en la que me encuentro, somnoliento, tratando de incorporarme con remarcable lentitud. Los recuerdos de ayer son difusos, veloces. Intentar recavar información acerca de aconteció ayer es una proeza en sí.El anuncio - Creepypasta1 day ago in Short Stories
Mi nombre es Phillip Evenzy, Tengo treinta y seis años, trabajo como reportero de un diario prestigioso, el más comprado por la ciudad, "El informante de Arkana". Es extraño admitirlo, pero no ha habido mucha relevancia éstos días, porque la seguridad en el lugar es demasiado eficaz, contando, aparte, con la prohibición de historias falsas, que el gobierno promulgó hace unos dos años. Nada común. lo admito. pero...
Un periódico. polvoriento, y antiquísimo, yace boca arriba en el pulcro suelo, de donde alcanzo a ver mi rostro reflejado. Al tomarlo, y sacudirlo un poc
My dolls“How are we today Elizabeth?” The nurse stepped into my room a fake smile plastered on her face. I could see the fear in her eyes and I knew she was judging me.My dolls1 day ago in Short Stories
“I’m fine.” I didn’t bother with smiling back at her because I knew it wouldn’t be genuine. I returned my attention to the project laid out before me. I heard the retreating steps of the nurse and my door silently closed. ‘Good riddance’ I thought. I hated the nurses that acted super sickly sweet. If I’d been allowed to own scissors I’d probably have stabbed her. It’s not like I had to worry about going anywhere, I was never leaving this place.
I set back to my work. People tended to think that those of us in the asylum were isolated and had no contact with the outside world. It was far from true. I received presents on a weekly basis. Now, you are probably wondering what is being sent to me. Dolls. Dolls of all shapes and sizes. Baby dolls and Barbie's. Th
Destructive The door shut behind him. The door that cost more than every beggars life he strides past everyday. The door that would normally lead into his billion dollar, corrupt business.Destructive1 day ago in Short Stories
But when he walked through, there was absolute nothing. He was afraid to even take a step for he feared plummeting deep into the nothingness engulfing him. Before he had the chance to delve into a panic attack, two dots danced around his vision. They flew around with an intense speed just before colliding into one another.
And with an unbearable flash, stars formed right in front of him. Galaxies and planets constructed themselves as he witnessed. He continued to stand on nothing solid until an industrial chain shot through his chest, locking itself with his heart.
He felt a slight tug at the chain before he was hurtled through space. Unable to even glimpse at the many wonders of space that he blasted past, before
Unlucky His eyes snapped open in the dead of night, disrupting his sleep. Before he was even given the chance to blink, his body was flung onto the ceiling. An intense and unbearable pain burst throughout his body as if his blood boiled inside him. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he wished they hadn't. Crippled and bloody bodies crawled around his bedroom floor, moaning in what could only be pure agony.Unlucky1 day ago in Short Stories
He opened his mouth to scream but something immediately filled his throat. Whatever it was crawled out and fell to the floor. A human baby, covered in blood just crawled out from inside of him. Overly disturbed and frightened, tears freely flowed. But these tears had turned to black goo as they landed on the bodies below him.
All of a sudden, his door burst open. Simultaneously, every body that wriggled on his floor snapped up into a standing position. A figure strolled into the room, only giving a glance to the mauled bodies