And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.
No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.
And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
Journal of the Last Person on EarthThe barren landscape did not hint of an invitation to anyone or anything. Grass had long ago given way to dusty dirt. The remnants of a forest bordered the bare ground. The air would blow teasingly around, but not enough to be called a breeze, or really stir anything.Journal of the Last Person on Earth7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sole person walked across the plateau. He was of medium height and slight build; the latter most likely could be attributed to a meager diet. He wore a tattered overcoat over his t-shirt and jeans, as protection from the sun. A wide brimmed hat protected his head. A shepherd mix dog walked beside him.
He approached the forest, but in the middle of the sandy range, he knelt. The dog stopped, and sat beside him, as he scooped up some dirt.
“Dry sand,” he muttered, as he opened his hand and watched the fistful he took pour smoothly back to the ground. The few larger grains that remained in his hand were held by his own skin's moisture. Frowning, he stood and dusted his weathered hands.
The dog followed him to t
Whispered Words in the DarkI am the eater of ghosts,Whispered Words in the Dark7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angels declare my name a blasphemy to be spoken aloud
Demons speak of me only in hushed whispers as a myth of fear
those that lurk in darkness, those that feed upon the flesh of man; they are not but my prey; or else of no greater consequence than man himself
I am beyond the immortal,
I am beyond the eternal,
I am what the gods of the gods pray to,
and what they pray for,
is my silence, my sleep to be uninterrupted,
they pray that I am not,
unfortunately for them and all of their ilk
I am, and no sleep, even with the grandest dreams last forever.
Peter PanWhen Kaiden was small, his bed was next to his window. he was woken up a lot during the night time, considering he lived right across the street from the local school. On nights when he couldn't sleep, he would sit up in bed and watch the shadows of kids under the big orange lamp in the school's park. One night, Kaiden woke up to the sound of wind and a darkened room, he sat up in bed and looked for the lamp outside but there was only darkness. Thinking the light must have burnt out, he laid back down and pulled his covers close to his chin, the hissing of the wind scared him and he imagined things creeping out from under his bed. he closed his eyes tight and tried to focus on getting back to sleep. he had counted 7 sheep when he heard the sound of singing from outside. he thought it must be a kid across the way, messing around in the park. It made him feel slightly better knowing someone was outside even though he could not see them. He listened hard and thought also that the voice muPeter Pan19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Know You're in There Somewhere Fight with a HydeIn the middle of the night at 10 PM at Halloween night, a young paranormal detective named John Watson is in for a fight in his life. He is investigating a case regarding a monster known as a Hyde. As he searched and searched and searched, he came across an old friend named Mina Jefferson. Eventually, he found out Mina is the Hyde, the monster that he’s searching for and he’s in for a confrontation at her home by the living room.I Know You're in There Somewhere Fight with a Hyde21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mina…” John prepares to put up a fight.
“There is no Mina. Only Emma Hyde,” said the sinister monster with blue skin, long black hair, black eyes with red irises, and sharp claws and teeth. Not to mention her clothes are ripped due to her different stature.
Before, she’s wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and black dress shoes. As of now, her transformation reduced on her white shirt still fitting while her jeans are left with a few rips and her shoes are destroyed, leaving her with white socks that reveal her b
2020 A Space Oddyssey2020 A Space Oddyssey2020 A Space Oddyssey22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the year 2018, the world order had been reformed and led to Eastern Europe aligning with their Western counterparts instead of Russia, due to Russian complications on Ukraine in 2014.
United States joined them since the government exiled the opposition to Alaska in 2017. The Tea Party was asked to resign. Sarah Palin went to the North Pole. She would be safely out of action there.
In 2018, the New European confederation mentioned above accepted United States as a signatory.
In 2019, Russian and American space scientists warned of a new "black monolith"* to be erected near the border between Russia and Bulgaria. But it was not the one prophesied by Kubrick.
Contrarily, it was a giant black stone and a strange Unidentified cult danced around it. It had strange hieroglyphics and symbols on it; and atop this stone was a gigantic black toad-like creature**. The cult danced and prayed around these things amounting to sudden severe changes of weather including
Miremine tagMiremine tag is a ritual about summoning a vengeful spirit. What you get from winning most of the time is information. First thing you need to know is Miremine's story, as she will not appear if you don't know it.Miremine tag17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miremine is only the name given to the ghost, as her real name is unknown. The story begins with a woman who is envious of her brothers wife. The wife was a beautiful, kind woman, well the woman was hideous, envious, and an overall monster. during the night, the woman kidnapped the wife, and proceeded to remove her eyelids and slitting her throat. The last words the wife heard was "your not pretty anymore".
a brief warning before I begin playing the game
you cannot try to leave the area of the game. for the entirety, you must stay in your house no matter what. Leaving the house will result in the spirit, Miremine, escaping and being free to roam the world. If this happens, she will target beauty, removing the best part of her victims bodies. in the case th
UntitledI found a spider under my table and it scurried back behind my entertainment stand before I could serve it a proper 'eviction notice.' Now I hear shuffling and shifting of things and sounds that a thumb sized spider should not make. What should I do? I have a can of hair spray at the ready, but I fear it is not enough and I do not own holy water, nor do I know anyone authorized to bless water from my tap. Please hurry, the sounds are getting louder.Untitled55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eldritch Abominations: ElementalType: Elemental ManifestationEldritch Abominations: Elemental4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Description: These are formless beings that for one reason or another either can’t or won’t manifest as a biological entity. They either have to or prefer to manifest through materials, earth, fire, water, various specific metals and even chemicals. Their nature is either tuned to that element and have to form bodies out of it; in which case destroying the body simply robs them of their medium; but they aren’t gone; or they have chosen this material for an aesthetic choice/they have determined it strong enough or worthy of being their medium.
These tend to have more basic elementals serving them, and may even be able to transform others into elementals. Now oddly enough they don’t typically behave in the same manner as the “Nebular” type or the “Darkness” type; or manifest in the same ways; although the elementals will also speak through their element; with the exception of water they don’t tend
Excerpt from The Covenant and OthersPREFACEExcerpt from The Covenant and Others5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was at pains to decide on what to post here as an excerpt. I certainly didn't want to offend anyone on DeviantART and I didn't want to defraud anyone either. And, although the cover gives the impression that the stories all take place in a Lovecraftian landscape, many do not and they almost all tend to be on the far side of Jacqueline Susan and Harold Robbins in terms of steam power.
Unfortunately, "A Pattern of Time" is not representative of the majority of my work, it is pleasantly unoffensive. Most of the others in the book are unashamedly graphic in terms of violence, language, sexual situations, sexual acts, and that sex is most often man-on-man, so most people won't enjoy the bulk of my work and I understood that from day one. That's why I posted the announcement/warning on facebook on 16 October:
"You do NOT want to read this book. You do NOT want to own this book. I tell you, as your friend, if you are unlucky enough to find a copy in yo
I ran...Running was pointless... days after days I ran. Why? For the sake that a man dressed in a navy blue Victorian tail coat, tan vest, creamy button up shirt, pinstripe navy blue slacks, black and white spat shoes, a tall black top hat, and finished off with a long black cape that flowed out like an umbrella as he ran behind me. At first when I saw him nothing came to mind that he was a bother... But that was a week ago which felt so long ago since I ran everywhere I went like a lunatic. But this time I had that deep dark sinking feeling that this "game" if that is what this can be called will only end too soon. I remember my mother telling me there is a punishment for singing at the dinner table while eating. If only I could tell her now that she was right. As my feet pounded on the cement in front of me all I wanted to do was run, run away from the man behind me. My lungs were on fire as the cold night air froze around me as the man got closer. I ran down block after block looking for aI ran...6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The last order.His dark purple eyes seemed to shine in the moon light. I layed having a hard time breathing. I pulled my arm to my chest and pushed down. I felt the pain rush through me. I began to cry. I turned my head to look at him. I looked at my feet and seen the blood falling off the dock into the clean fresh water. I looked to my left and seen them picking up Jill’s lifeless body. I only began to cry more. I looked to my left and seen that he moved closer. He was sitting crisscrossed next to my head. I looked up at the beautiful full white moon.The last order.8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man- “are you in pain Kitten”
Kitten- “Of course I’m in pain”
The man- “Well the slash across your chest in pretty deep, and your bleeding a lot.”
Kitten- “I want to ask you something.”
The man- “You can ask my anything Kitten.”
Kitten- “Is there a way I can live through this?”
The man- “There is but I’m not going to do it because it’s very cruel.&
The Last Vampire: Epilogue 1, The American WriterThis story can be read on its own, but is takes place after Frankenstein: The Illuminatus Complex, and Nemo: the Power of the Coming Race. For more information check www.hardcoalstudios.comThe Last Vampire: Epilogue 1, The American Writer10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Last Vampire: Prologue 1, the American Writer.
The halls of the Nautilus were haunted by a painful melody. With each keystroke Captain Nemo attempted to bury his misery, but the sounds were not enough to sooth his aging heart. In the mess hall several corridors away two older men sat over a drink. They were members of the skeletal crew still committed to Nemo’s life beneath the oceans.
“I can’t bear to see him like this.” said William, an American member of the crew.
Dr. Kovak replied, “The price of high adventure I’m afraid.”
Pointing aimlessly in the air William answered, “Well he’s not the only who pays.”
“But he is our Captain. He bears the burden of all the lives on this ship.”
Looking groggily at the Dr., William conti
GalletaLa respiración se detuvo, el cuerpo descansó al fin de los ataques, el paro cardiaco como una santa redención, no se extraña uno que tanta gente crea en esta santa redención.Galleta12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Y en eso creyó desde que sucedió el accidente, o así fue como lo llamaron, el occiso ya era un hombre viejo, un pintor, con antecedentes de cardiopatías, sentimentales y fisiológicas. Naturalmente no se llevaron a cabo muchas pesquizas, a nadie le importaba, aún su única gran amiga de hacía años atrás, llorando dijo que se veía venir.
Murió solo, algunos dicen que fue la distancia de ella, Eli.
El de Eli era el único rostro fuera de los fallecidos padres del occiso que se apareció en los cuadros y fotografías del artista durante sus últimos años, su hermoso rostro parecía traerle algo de vida al pobre viejo de dientes ahora más roídos, y de dedos aún más amarillos.
I heard it throu
Eldritch Abominations: AnimalisticType: AnimalisticEldritch Abominations: Animalistic4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Description: Usually “lesser” Eldritch Abominations, hybrids born between monsters and higher Eldritch Abomination, created by them, or are simply the chosen form of something that would otherwise have no form based on its own preferences and aesthetic tastes. In a nut-shell these either resemble an animal or a combination of animal traits, these can be grouped based on the animal type (Aquatic, Amphibious, Mammalian, Reptilian, Saurian, Avian, Chimera, ect…) the “Aquatic” group stands out as unlike any other they are almost always a Chimera combination of various aquatic creatures; however unlike the “Chimera” group these aren’t always (functional) and recognizable as a believable life form; some Aquatic types are more a mass of cephalopod tentacles, or legs and claws and such and may look closer to a “Defiled” flesh type only made of aquatic creatures; although some real aquatic animals are kind of like tha
The EntityI moved a few miles outside of town two weeks ago into a cabin swallowed by a forest. The forest had an eerie atmosphere to it but that may have been due to it being the middle of fall. The fog passing through gave it an ominous glow to it. It was surprisingly calm today not a creature moved. I think I should walk through it tomorrow morning since I would have a day off of work.The Entity12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gotten up at 6 in the morning, had my morning coffee while observing my Norman Rockwell collection I was ready to walk for however long it will take to reach the end of the forest. I headed out the back door into the morning breeze and headed off into a path I discovered the other day. I walked for some time seeing foxes and rabbits and all of the assorted animals you’ll see in a forest. I soon realized that the farther I walked the fewer animals I saw. Even the atmosphere became disconcerting further in.
Almost an hour in I became paranoid. I was ready to turn back for the sake of my sanity. Until
Date from HellPart 1: What’s Your Name?Date from Hell12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Hey, have you seen what Mr. Almstedt has on today?
-One of those trendy belts and side-switched pants! And he has this black beanie…
-Wait, what the heck is side-switched pants?!
The blonde wasn’t even listening to her friend’s question:
-Ahh, he looks just like a student! You know what,...,she continued in enthusiasm.
I knew what side-switched pants were. They were the latest fashion pants every cool kid recently tried wearing but almost no one looked good in them. Except for Almstedt, the perfect teacher, apparently. He was very tall and had great physique. He probably pulled it off as always.
-Oh! Here he comes!, the blonde literally screamed. Girls were giggling in a naughty way. I frowned because it was an embarrassment for the class. But I wasn’t gonna let Mr. Trendy Teacher see my frown. Girls of a private school support each other, after all...I tried to smile. And soon I was cursing that I did. Because
GLASS1st marchGLASS18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He drops a glass at his feet. He watches as its shards splinter and scatter across the wood. He looks as the mirror-dust glitters on the floor, framed by a pile of dirty clothes, dust and a radiator. He sweeps it up carefully, minding his fingers, and leaves.
He undresses. As he pulls off his jacket, he notices small, shallow scratches across his arms. He thinks nothing of it. As he pulls of his shirt, he notices deeper cuts on his sides, and he frowns. He wipes up the blood, bandages them over, and he leaves.
He thinks about the glass. Why was this happening? He was tired, and worried and difficult to get along with, now. Was this karma? It was not a special glass. The wounds on his body are not healing. He does not leave, he’s unable to find the energy.
He stares at his eyes in the mirror. They are hollow and sunken and the ugliest thing he has ever seen. Blackness now dribbles out of the cuts on his body, emptying him slowly as if
Haunted houseIt could've been worse, I guess. Maybe. Not by much, but it could've been worse. At least there weren't any pineapples; why do those weird California faux-Victorians always have pineapples carved everywhere? It was purple. Not a God-awful purple, but it was still purple. Ugly columns on the porch, painted white to highlight the stupid blocky detailing. Dark inside, except the kitchen. The kitchen was great, even I'll admit that one. Gorgeous floors, old, old hardwood. Cherry, I think. Yellow walls, and windows, thank God. The rest of the house suffered from a severe lack of windows, combined wit dark wood-paneled walls, but the kitchen was airy, with glorious, graceful, arching windows that made it seem like you were in a greenhouse.Haunted house19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But yeah, the rest of the house was dark and drafty and dusty and I didn't like it. We put our furniture in, but the fact remained that the kitchen was the only room in the whole damn house that liked us. My room was the best of the bedrooms, but it was st
Spooktober Youtubers Haunted Night Chapter 1 SpooktoberSpooktober Youtubers Haunted Night Chapter 120 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Youtubers Hunted Night Feat Anime Characters,Writing By NyanAssassin
All the youtubers have arrived to this Hunted house, ready to ghost walk.They will all split up into Three teams (With Five Members) since there are Three floors.Team one is Team Burry!
In Team Burry Are
1)Meghan AKA Strawburry 17/LifeBurry
2)David AKA Dayviideo
3)Ness AKA inthemindofness
4)Karla AKA WhatWouldKarlaSay
5)Oscar AKA Oscar Gracey