Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins Across the world before fourteen individuals green glowing spheres appear; elsewhere in special locations magic windows with green boarders appear. From them a woman’s voice announces, “The Tournament of Darkness has begun!”Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a brief pause she continues, “This tournament a mere fourteen fighters have decided to try their hand at becoming the rulers of the supernatural world.
Violet the Heavy Metal Dullahan
El Chupacabra the Luchedore Chupacabra
Slamrock the Pro-Wrestler Leprechaun
Prof. Frad the techno Immortal
Albia the Eldritch Spawn
Hydera Dredge the Toxic Queen
Gel the bubbly blue slime
Apole the Divine Dryad
B. Mai Valentine the Hive Queen
Scale the lizard boy
Athena the Centaur Goddess
Luke the Swordsma
Two lost souls"Dude, you got to be kidding me." says some voice back in the abbyss of blackness.Two lost souls6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm afraid I'm not." Second, a bit deeper voice replies "We're as doomed as you think, if not more."
"But... But how? Why?"
"I don't know. I know only that I've... failed." second voice says sadly
"I'm telling you - we're going to end up badly because of that." Said a teenager with tan, blond hairs and blue eyes in blue jeans.
"We will not." Repiled another teenager, a bit more bulky, with brown hairs and green eyes " Besides, It's worth the risk."
They both were moving at some corridor of school, heading to chemical classroom.
"It's the only cause why I'm here with you." blondie guy said frowning at his friend
They stopped, hearing an unnatural noise.
Someone was following them.
"Damned, damned, damned!" Cursed blondie begining to run "I should have stayed at home!"
"Now it's too late." said bulky one running after him "Now be useful for something and open those door!" he added pointing at chemical
La cortinaHay gente que necesita dejar la cortina de la ducha cerrada para no ver si hay algo detrás. Otros, deben abrirla para asegurarse de que, precisamente, no hay nada al otro lado. Y eso era lo que yo prefería hacer. Desde muy pequeña, me perseguía el miedo de que alguien se escondiera allí detrás y de que, cuando menos me lo esperara, saliera y me hiciera daño.La cortina19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Una noche, me desperté de repente, aunque no sobresaltada. Sin razón alguna, mis ojos se abrieron y mi sueño se desvaneció. Luego de esperar unos minutos, rogando que mi sueño regresara, me di cuenta de que era en vano y me levanté. Me dirigí al baño y una vez allí, me miré al espejo, tenía unas enormes ojeras. A mis espaldas, también veía la ducha. De repente, me percaté de que la cortina estaba cerrada, cosa un poco rara, ya que vivo sola y siempre la dejo abierta. Pensé que simplemente no me había dado cuenta y la h
nid d'oiseauthe sky was milky cyan in the early evening, the sun dipping just low enough to bleach the world into a fluorescent haze. the air was warm, gentle, with a comfortable touch of humidity in the late spring, the sound of the slight breeze only interrupted by melodies of songbirds, or whispers of the long grasses. damn, the place even smelled like nature and fresh air; i nearly skipped up the winding staircase that led to the nid d’oiseau - the bird’s nest, my new home. left and right were verdant hedgerows writhing with happy, tiny birds, and the lawns were freckled with pink and white, flowers i didn't know the names of - i'd have to learn them! i'd learn the names of all the pretty flowers in the flower beds, and the wise old trees in the shady corners, and the happy, tiny birds. i'd fill my bookshelves with guides and glossaries and pamphlets from nature charities, and i'd spend my twilight years surrounded by beauty and knowledge.nid d'oiseau2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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English Story StarterHe should have known better. Now the cops were going to find him. He shouldn’t have left the ax unattended in the barn. His farmhands would surely find it. He knew he should’ve kept it in the attic or in his bedroom, however suspicious it might’ve been. That ax should never be found, it wasn’t meant to be found. So why did he leave it? How could he have been so oblivious to where he had placed the cursed object?English Story Starter7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucas Johnson was in his early 30’s. He had no wife or kids nor a small wealth to keep himself from work. His mother died from stomach cancer when he was a teenager, and left his father and himself without another way of income or a guiding hand to help them get along. His father had died in a farming accident on the farm which Lucas now owns. His extended family ignored his father and himself for years, leaving them in complete solitude. With no friends and a small amount of farm workers, Lucas had ran the large farm since his fathers death.
The Dancer (Updated)It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest nightmare I’ve ever had.The Dancer (Updated)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was alone, and surrounded by darkness. I couldn’t see or sense anything. I couldn’t even see my own body. Then something started.
At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through the pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.
Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random intervals, following no structure or cadence.
Most unsettling of all, however, was the strange feeling I got when I heard them. The second I noticed the taps everything in me warned me of danger. Though I coul
Death's ForeplayI’ve met a Grim Reaper. At least it called itself one. There’s more than one, but there’s one that constantly haunts me. It had a knife embedded in the back of his head, and had long creepy fingers.Death's Foreplay22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The last time it appeared was yesterday before I had to go to sleep. Skeletons can’t smile, but this one seemed happy to be there. It straddled me and stared into my eyes, and then it stuck its hand into my chest. The pressure was heavy, despite his hand not being that heavy. I tried to pull his arm out, but my hands passed right through him, leaving me clutching my chest. His middle finger flicked out for a moment… before sinking into my neck. The pain rose to my head and left me unable to resist.
While all this occurred, it was scary what I felt exude from the cadaver. It wasn’t hunger or envy for my life; it was lust. It enjoyed making me feel like a trip to the emergency room was necessary. I resisted and told it I didn’t want to die and that I
Found Footage(Static flashes on before showing a close up on a man's frozen, face with the wind blowing)Found Footage1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
*sniff* S-shit, not good, not good. no, no, no, no!
(the man begins to cry, and a faint laugh is heard in the distance, slowly getting closer, until it stops)
I can hear it coming, it's wicked laugh, echoing upon the wind, a sound that gives it, it's name! I-I wish I could follow what the locals advice but the rivers are all frozen over.
(A the man looks up and drops the camera and it points towards a creature, the source of laughing, long nails, pale skin, it slowly move towards him)
Oh god OH GOD NO STAY BACK, OH god NO HAHAHA STOP HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO HAHAHAHAHAH
(Camera battery flashes red and the camera turns off)
Creepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game AlchemistLeaves tumbled down from the branches as the chill of winter began to creep up on the small town I called home. Autumn was coming to a close and my classes were giving out more work as mid-term drew near. I had a research paper to do for a blow off zoology class so I took the scenic route towards the library to experience the last days of the falling leaves. That class had been so easy going since the day it started – hell, once this paper was done, the teacher was going to take us to the zoo a few towns over – those are the perks of high school, am I right? I just had to go to the library, find a book, skim a few paragraphs, half-ass the paper, and BAM! I would be done! Too bad that’s not how it went. I wish the day would have gone as planned, but unfortunately it didn’t. I should have checked where the library was located before I had gone out, but with my idiot sophomore mind didn’t think about it. I could have just checkedCreepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game Alchemist2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Espacio PersonalQuerido Jhon:Espacio Personal19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lo siento. Yo realmente no pensé que esto sucedería, pero debes comprenderme… fuiste demasiado brusco, me tomaste por sorpresa. De otra manera, yo jamás hubiese reaccionado de esa forma. Después de todo, las damas somos delicadas… nunca se me hubiera ocurrido actuar así, jamás. Pero… cuando repentinamente intentaste invadir mi espacio personal… mi cuerpo actuó solo, ni siquiera pensé lo que estaba haciendo. Compréndeme, el espacio propio es muy importante. Es algo que debe ser respetado, y aunque escribo esta carta para pedirte disculpas, espero que entiendas que tú causaste esto. Si no te hubieras abalanzado a besarme tan de repente, no hubiera sucedido nada. Todo seguiría igual, seguiríamos siendo buenos amigos y nada más que eso. Si hubieras respetado mi espacio, no tendría que haberte empujado. Y debo decirte que el momento que escogiste tampoco fue el correcto. ¿Por qu&
KarmaSiempre fui una chica no deseada, incluso antes de nacer. Mi madre era una de esas mujeres a las que no les interesa nada salvo su aspecto, mientras se viera bien ella era feliz… Podrán imaginarse que el quedar embarazada de mí fue el peor castigo que pudo haberle ocurrido. Se deprimió de sobremanera al notar como su esbelta figura se iba deteriorando poco a poco, como su abdomen se hinchaba mientras yo crecía en su interior. Comenzó a creer que yo me estaba alimentando de su belleza. Cuando decidió que no le importaba lo peligroso que fuera, de cualquier manera me abortaría, ya era demasiado tarde, ya tenía demasiados meses de embarazo como para hacerlo. Pero se juró a si misma que yo pagaría por lo que le había hecho. Fue así como mi calvario comenzó antes que mi propia vida.Karma19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poco después de que nací, ella decidió que había llegado la hora de que yo pasara cada momento de sufrimiento por el que