The Interviewer Oc Bio•Basic info•The Interviewer Oc Bio14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pasta name (not their actual name, what people know them as): The interviewer
Name: Johnny Burton
Currently living: Anywhere he can
Mother: Delilah Burton
Father: Terrance Burton
Brother: Only child
Sister: Only child
Height: 6 Ft 1 In
Weight: 96 Pounds
Scar(s): Giant bullet hole in skull
Other noticeable mark(s): Cracks in bones
Physical strength(s): He is rather weak, being a skeleton and all, but he can throw a punch or two... It is just too bad that they do close to no damage, most of his strength comes throw his mental strength.
Physical weakness(es): The fact that he is a skeleton sorta screws him over, he can easily be taken apart, but the moan why to take him out is to remove his skull from his body.
the impairedthe impaired 20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
i remember it was cold
a very cold and rainy night.
i was coming home from the collage and was suppose to be spending the weekend with my youngest brother Caleb.
he was suffering from depression after i left so at the time my parents thought i would be best if we could spend some time together. i think it's easy to say i was sleep deprived at the time and no energy drink was going to keep me awake for long.
the loud rain was hitting the old trucks hood was ringing in my ears witch was maddening.
the ac in the car was broken to so the cold caused goose bums to cover my skin and cause the leather that lined the steering wheel to feel like i was holding a handful of ice cubes.
i could see my breath blocking the thick woods out of my sight.
the gravel road caused pain every bump.
even with these factors i somehow found a way to start to drift into a very cold sleep.
my eyes shot open, my heart was screaming in my ear, my breathing
BookwormIt's a cool, calm and silent night; nice and peaceful, just the way you like it, alone. You've lost track of time since you where still reading the book in your hands not caring about the sleep you've lost. You had nothing to do the next day since you've done everything you had to do already, and even if you did have something you forgot what it was. Your small non noticeable smile quickly fades when you start feeling a little dizzy, you decide to ignore it thinking it was nothing, but as you where about to finish the story you start hearing the scratching again. It wasn't in your walls nor was it outside because you've checked and there was absolutely nothing there; it was all just inside your head. You forgot about being told not to stay up too late especially reading, "The Bookworm" which was one of the creepiest books to read at night.Bookworm18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You lay down on your soft warm bed yet you can't stay focused on the book and you don't know why, you only turn your head facing towards the
Mine: Chapter 1 I stared out the window of the bus, watching as the short number of cars passed by. It was normal for the town on Annex to be so lonely. After all, the population was only 235. I sat back in my seat and looked down at my hands in my lap. I locked my fingers together, my eyes slowly closing. I drifted off into sleep.Mine: Chapter 16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Screaming. I hear screaming. My eyes opened immediately, and I regretted opening them instantly. There was darkness, all around me. But there was light to this darkness. Burning light. Light that ate at my skin. No, not light. Fire. Burning fire. And screaming, it is me. It hurts... Make it stop... Make it stop, damn it..! MAKE IT STOP!
"..sir..! SIR! Wake up!" I sit up, grabbing at whoever is in front of me madly. My hand lands on their throat, instantly closing around it. I can't see! I only see flames. I feel nails digging into my arm, and I jerk my arm back letting go. My vision finally clears, and in front of me is a frightened woman. She slowl
BethHe grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter, ready to go out for the night. After he put on his coat, he slipped out the door. The man headed for his car, whistling and twirling his car keys around his index finger as he went. His phone began to ring. The loud noise stopped him in his tracks. He fished the device out of his pocket, glancing at the caller ID. He nearly dropped his phone as he stared at the phone with wide eyes. ‘Beth’ was flashing across the screen in an eerie kind of red. He pressed the hang up button, shoving his phone back into his pocket. The man looked around, eyes still wide. He quickly ran to his car and jumped in. His heart was racing and his throat started to dry out. He was finding it hard to breath.Beth8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After he had calmed down, the man buckled up his seatbelt and brought the car to life. He glimpsed into his rear view mirror. His eyes widen in shock and his heartbeat speed up again. A woman with dull black hair and lifeless green eyes sat in the
Oc's (Original Character's)[rewritten]This story was made for fun/Is based off true... Whether or not to believe it is your case...Oc's (Original Character's)[rewritten]21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monster Ownage owned/designed by me :iconmonsterownage:
Unnamed Character Designed by: :iconkatttty920:
Unnamed Character Story and Rest owned by :iconmonsterownage:
Re-wrote it/edited it.. Both versions are mine and do not re-post it anywhere with out my written permision.
Before I go into my story, I want to clarify something. This story is not for Fan based characters like for example. Sonic, My Little Pony, fan trolls (Homestuck), Harry Potter, Star trek, Star Wars, Star Gate, and everything else that you could possibly think of that is along of those lines. Or ones where your character is in a world made up from a book, Television show or elsewhere, that is not in your own mind. That is a Fan character or FC for short.
What I'm talking about is OC or Ori
Crimson Claws and Fangs 07 Peter is awakened in his cell by the light above his head. He remembered that Shadow Vixen had said it would turn on when it was day time. Peter looked forward at the plexi-glass front of his cell and out into the hall. He remembered how his cell had moved deep underground and down this hall. He vaguely remembered seeing some of his comrades from the Sacred order along the way as well as numerous other people and even monsters.Crimson Claws and Fangs 0714 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter could recall that to his left or right his next door cell had had some kind of shadow gnome, and the one in front of him held a strange pink scale covered female framed humanoid reptile.
Suddenly a small slot appears in clear front of Peter’s cell by the floor barely big enough to hit a few fingers through. Outside the cell a small flying orange disk comes down the hall and stops in front of Peter’s cell. The disk spoke in Shadow Vixen’s voice, “a transmitter so she doesn’t have to come down h
Alone... (Part I)Maybe It's my past? No, It's my future...Alone... (Part I)18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our future is bright, shaped by good thoughts, expectations, and other wonderful things. But sometimes our future can haunt us after it has become our past...
Sitting in my cell, wondering; After making that one decision. Was it really worth it?
''Mr. Anderson, please exit your cell on my command.'' ''Yes, sir.''
''You may step out with your belongings'' exclaims the warden as I slowly pace out of my cells in my orange jumpsuit and filthy shoes.
As I walk down the filthy, rusty, cold metal halls I think to myself. How did I survive here for so long? Leaving the jail ''community'' is like moving countries, moving from a country that is war-stricken, to a place that is; rather free. Free from violence, free from people who give you orders, and free from the decaying live corpses around you. Its... Being free.
Sitting in the back of that white truck brings back nostalgic memories, memories that I thought a
Beware The WendigoAs you walk through some abandoned farmland, lost, you suddenly see a sign that reads, “Beware, traveler, the Wendigo stalks these fields.” As you finish reading the sign, a sudden chill overwhelms you and you rub your shoulders, trying to get warm.Beware The Wendigo15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Without any warning, an old Native American man seemingly appears as he walks out from some bushes. Startled, you back up quickly, but the man grabs you roughly by the shoulders. He looks you over and says, “Are you alone?” Not trusting this man, you stutter and he shakes your shoulders and says, “Are you alone?!”
Intimidated, you nod quickly and stutter “Yes.” The man’s brow wrinkles with worry and he releases you, shaking his head. “It is not wise to be here alone,” He says. “The spirits are hostile in these areas. Come, you may stay the night at my home for the night.”
As you walk with the man, you eventually give in to your curiosity and ask, “What did t
Halo: bloodshed ch.11"Lori come in, I repeat, Lori come in!" I exclaimed over my intercom. "im here, whats the problem?" she asked. "an entire legion of covenant troops are headed towards the facility, to many for us to handle" I announced. "roger that, we're on our way out, we have to retreat" Lori replied. Lia, Brandyn and I watched the back entrance, the rest of the team walked out and ran towards us a few moments later. we headed back to the pelican, we boarded it, then we flew back to the marine outpost nearby.Halo: bloodshed ch.1113 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lord Hood, the enemy overran the facility, we couldn't hold them off" Lori announced over her intercom. "roger that, stand by, ill send in more marines but it'll take some time" Lord Hood replied. "roger that, Lori out" Lori said. she removed her helmet and looked at me, she signaled me to come over to her. I nodded and headed over towards her, then I removed my Rogue helmet. "have you ever kissed someone before?" she asked me, at first I was confused, but then I smiled at her.
"ive never kiss
Childhood FriendsI used to have this friend, I knew her when she was young. We played games and make believe together, her parents always said she had a grand imagination and for the most part life was good. Then she grew up; my friend stopped speaking to me until she flat out ignored my existence. When I asked her parents what was wrong they gave me the same reaction, only their girl would falter in her act and look at me over her shoulder in a scared sweat. No matter how many times I came over to apologize for whatever wrong I made her father would threaten to call the police and later he yelled at the girl to grow up, as if I were some playground bully. I was so enraged, how could they sweep me under the mat like nothing. In my absence from the house my anger only stewed, the same longing I had to be excepted again was replaced with a need for revenge.Childhood Friends13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started of small; stealing things from the house or moving things but it wasn't enough or them to acknowledge me. So I took my frustration out on
The Only Light in DarknessThe Only Light in Darkness19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The darkness is my prison, but it has also become my sanctuary, my solace, my escape, and my only protection.
These humanoid creatures that roam the dark halls of this forgotten wasteland; their eyes gouged out, their other senses stagnated, their skin as pasty grey as the slimiest lizards, their solace remains with the light.
They are drawn to it, they feed off it, and they feed off whatever passes through it.
However, they remain shrouded in darkness, which is where I make my home.
They can’t see me, and I can’t see them. We live in this shared universe where only one of us fears for our lives every day and night.
So long as I remain hidden by the very darkness that I fear, I feel I have a slightly better chance of survival.
I’ve seen what they look like, and I feel they can sense me.
So I remain in the dark, we live in stalemate. I make small steps every night to try and get away, but they’re everywhere.
They are the darkness, and they can consume whatever li
Mine (Prologue) How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? I don't know... But I can still remember. I remember like it had happened. Like it had happened right in front of me. This very second. I can still hear the gentle sobs. I can see the fresh blood. I can smell it all around me. But I can't remember who's blood I'm smelling, seeing. Who's sobs I'm hearing. Is it my daughter, Beth? Is it my wife, Victoria? Or is it myself? I can't remember... Dr. Garrison told me before he let me leave his office that it was good I didn't. I don't believe him. I should remember. It hurts me not to remember. But I have to listen to Dr. Garrison, right? I have to take my Antidepressants he gives me, right? I have to come to his stupid therapy sessions, right?Mine (Prologue)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bullshit. It's all bullshit. But I put myself through it anyway. What else can I do? Beth and Victoria are gone. Are they dead? Are they alive? I don't know. And Dr. Garrison won't tell me. I want to know if they're alright, but he won't tel