UntitledLast night I saw the Boogey-manUntitled13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
And in his chest it poured out sand
His eyes were rot with tears of blood
And with a wave, I heard a thud
Piles of teeth, of flesh, of gore
Of those of whom that were no more
Concrete , nails and razor wire
Holds together his whole attire
And now I say with great delight
That when I go to sleep tonight
I know quite well that I won’t dream
Thanks to this strange new vaccine
That reaps away my very breath
That welcomes in the leer of death
For now I hope you understand
You shall not get me Boogey-Man
Help and Notice Me SenpaiHdudhfdijfjcjfkfjcjffivjvjHelp and Notice Me Senpai16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creepy Pasta | TragicIt follows me, almost everywhere I go. I can feel it's heavy, dark, abyss presence constantly, like when the water in the shower pours onto your back heavily and feels like someone is pushing you to the cold tiled ground. I still can't recall why it was there or why it happened, but there wasn't anything I could do.Creepy Pasta | Tragic22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sketching in a notebook, as I usually do to pass the time, music playing in the background to block out the arguments of my mother and father. They always fought, and I figured they didn't realize I could hear almost every word they said if I had nothing playing. Their fights were mostly about me. The rain made little taps on my window, which also covered their screaming.
At this point, the temptation to quench my thirst was enough to get me out of my room, so I threw the book and pencil onto my bed, and went to fetch a glass of water, when I felt it. It was such a heavy presence, almost as if its breath huffed on the back of my neck. I just gritted my teeth, clenchin
Cold flesh,warm heartI'm sitting outside it warm and sunny I lay in the grass with a small wind going over my body my eyes are closed and I let the warm sun hit my body.After a few minutes I feel the heat stop and a shadow is now over me,I look up and see him,the one who loves me and I love him he sits down and grabs me holding me close to him as he lays down beside me, we lay there happy and I feel safe and loved in his arms like nothing can hurt me.....well that's what I thought now I'm like this cold blood and skin feeds off the living and have the teeth to kill,my eyes glow a deep ombre and my skin is pale,as you can guess I'm a vampire, yet he still loves me....even though I go out and kill his kind every night even though at any moment I can snap and kill him, he still stays and love me, my name is Claire len rose and I'm in love with the man who's name is connor he is human and I'm a killing machine.Cold flesh,warm heart1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dramatis Personae Part 4That put paid to that conversation, and for the remainder of the time before rehearsal, the three of them whiled away the hours. Mike Pole went over some of the lines he thought were bound to give him trouble while Sarah and Harvard alternately corrected and prompted him.Dramatis Personae Part 415 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
They discussed their favorite plays, comparing this actor to that one, swapping funny stories about their own work; how part of a set broke during Mike Pole’s performance as Mr. Linden in A Raisin in the Sun, and the way he had improvised to save the show: “Those people never laughed so hard in their lives! Even onstage, nobody could keep a straight face!”
Sarah told them of how, during the beginning of her career, she’d been cast as an understudy for the part of Nora in Ibsen’s famous play, but had only half the lines memorized since the other actress never missed a night. But then the real Nora had come down with appendicitis and Sarah had to be all but pushed onstage by the manager:
The V Word (Take 2)Somewhere far off glass broke and there was a sound like a scream.The V Word (Take 2)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Someone had hit the fire alarm, the klaxon wail echoing through long, empty corridors with no one to answer.
No one but her.
There was no fire. Susan clutched at her knees and rocked gently back and forth, back and forth. This was all just a bad dream. A stupid, awful, terrible dream. You could wake up from a dream, any time you liked. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched herself, but when she opened them again, there she was still. Under the table.
In the distance, closer than the broken glass sound, there was a laugh and a roar like thunder.
THREE HOURS AGO
Doctor Susan Armitage checked the magnetic field readout, before turning to her other instruments. She watched the tiny green dot of the oscilloscope jump and weave, she pushed up the thick rimmed glasses on her nose and tried to jot down what she was seeing.
She straightened up and looked over the banks of equipment to the window, and what lay
The man on top of the busLeo stood on top of a deserted bus in the shit part of town, the only sound that he could hear were growls and a multitude of bangs on the side of the large vehicle.leo had no food, no water,no ammo,two cans of kerosene,a zippo lighter and a spray can, he looked tired like he hadn't slept for many days. Leo took a deep breath as he looked at the blue sky above him, the groaning and growls got louder as he was even more so surrounded, he knew his chances were slim, he just knew. Leo snapped back into reality and began pouring the kerosene down on the surrounding threat but he kept a small bit for something else. Leo grabbed the lighter and spray can and he just stared at them for just a moment taking it all in bit by bit, he raised the light and the spray can, he flicked the lighter on and he pushed down on the top of the full can of cooking spray and he lit the bastards on fire and it spread quickly to the rest. Leo watched as they continued to move, they just kept fucking moving. LeoThe man on top of the bus1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This