Creepypasta: Fat Over LeanCreepypasta: Fat over LeanCreepypasta: Fat Over Lean23 hours 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
Nightmare.These characters belong to me so you don't have the right to take. Also this was what I wrote when I felt bad for hurting a friend.Nightmare.1 day ago in Short Stories
It was half past midnight in Amanda's home and everyone where in their beds except for the young teenager who was at her computer typing another story. Everything was silent in the small house except for the dogs barking outside and the puppies whimpering every now and then that would cause her grandmother to complain in the morning hours. Outside a dark figure crept along the walls every once in awhile stopping as it looked down its long coat and blew a gust of warm air down to soothe whatever it had. The dogs would have barked at it and cause a huge ruckus but they silently nodded and went about their buissness knowing full well of what the figure could do to them. It finally went to the window and vanished in a gust of pure black smoke and reappeared behind Amanda who was almost finished with her story. "What's up kid? Why are you not in bed?" B
The jokes on you.The jokes on you.13 hours 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.Selfish22 hours 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
Don't Text and DriveAll they did was watch. I don’t know what I expected—maybe someone to break from the social norms and take action? Well, no one was there on that particular day. I was alone when my brother took his eyes off the road to reply to a text, and drove us right off the bridge into the watery depths below. I knew he was dead the moment the car touched the bottom of the river. They told me later it was a heart attack, and that would make sense. I suppose you would have a heart attack if you realized it was your fault that your car was in the water, and your brother had to suffer the consequences. I managed to get my seat belt free, and I waited for the car to fill up with water. I remembered watching a Myth Busters episode where they tested this theory. All you had to do was wait for the pressure to be equal with that of the water outside. I took one final breath as the car filled up. I then pushed open the door as hard asDon't Text and Drive1 day ago in Short Stories
VAMPIROS EN LA NIEVE~CAP2-Quédate quieto-dice una voz autoritaria en dirección a mí.VAMPIROS EN LA NIEVE~CAP21 day ago in Short Stories
Es...una persona. Su aspecto a la luz de la luna intimida un poco. Su camiseta de tirantes blanca está cubierta por lo que creo que es sangre. Sus pantalones negros están llenos de tierra. Y el detalle de que no lleva zapatos también me sorprende. Pero sus colmillos afilados blancos y brillantes destacan. Su pelo negro y ojos verdes se acercan lentamente a mi cara.
-No quieras saber que te pasará si abres esos labios. Te sangra la mano.
Asiento. Coge un pañuelo de su bolsillo y se agacha. Coge mi mano con brusquedad. Enrolla la tela alrededor de la herida. Lo observo más detenidamente. Su piel es igual de pálida que la mía. Unas pecas recorren el rostro del chico por debajo de los ojos.
-¿Por que estás aquí?-pregunto curiosamente. Me lanza una mirada asesina.
-Te dije que no hablases.
-¿Por que no puedo?
-No soy el único de aquí al que le gust
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 ME10 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
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)22 hours 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
HeHe is 16,he lives in an ordinary house,on an ordinary street,with ordinary people, but he himself is quite EXTRA-ordinary, he sees things, strange, concerning, evil, things, these things dont usually bother him, much, except at night, at night well lets say they become more... active? They hide behind doors and in cupboards, they distort his reflection and mess with his mind, they brush themselves against him as he sleeps, as he walks down the hall way, then when he least expects it, they move in and attack! He tries to run...to hide but there is nowhere to run, to hide when you trapped inside your own mind and the demons have the key...He1 day ago in Short Stories
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 - Creepypasta20 hours 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 dolls22 hours 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
The DollmakerI grew up in a small town in the middle of the rural countryside. There wasn’t a whole lot there, although it was largely known for one thing – Mr Whittaker’s Dollhouse. It was a shop on the very edge of the town, owned and run by a kindly old gentleman who was famous among the locals for the skill he possessed in making dolls. It was said that they were so lifelike that they could fetch prices up to hundreds of pounds, and could even be mistaken for being real live people.The Dollmaker1 day ago in Short Stories
One day, my younger sister didn’t come home. Earlier in the day she had said she had gone to Mr Whittaker’s shop in order to take a look – this was something she did often as she loved to play with dolls, so I had thought nothing of it. However, she was always back at the house by four o‘clock. It was now approaching six. Since the shop itself shut at five, this had me a little concerned for her.
I decided to go and visit Mr Whittaker. Personally I found dolls to be rather c
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.Destructive19 hours 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.Unlucky21 hours 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