can't go back to sleepJolted awake.can't go back to sleep2 days ago in Short Stories
The Sandman smiles. "Ssssshhhhhhhh."
Part I: His Kingdom ComesPart I: His Kingdom Comes3 days ago in Short Stories
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
The harsh chimes of the village’s alarm bell broke over the island, and an instant later, everyone in town exploded into motion. Dr. Yamane glanced up from the footprints to see dozens of people racing tither and yon, snatching up pitchforks, shovels, fishing spears, and at least one rusted, greasy rifle that looked like its glory days had ended around the turn of the century. He glanced about for Emiko, fearful for her in this mad stampede. She was a few feet away, saying something very quickly to Ogata. The doctor stepped towards her, but in an instant, the crowd closed, bunched, parted, and both of them were gone.
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
“He’s on the other side of the hill!”
Less than a minute later, the winding path to the island’s summit was darkened with dozens of pounding feet. Yelling, growling, waving pronged and bladed fishing and farming implements in the air, the massive beast that was once a peac
Part 11Part 112 days ago in Short Stories
Max and Angelo raced to the car and began to pry open the door. Max; "It's on quite good isn't it!?" Angelo began to bang on the door. A head came from one of the windows it belonged to a weird wolf girl thing.
Angelo; "Get the door opened Luna! Is everyone okay in there? Is Iris and Carmela safe?!" Luna nodded and Max began to feel a presence there with them. He turned to see a black coat with red on it.
Nao; "Hmmm this might be intresting! Kill him!" Max thought no I wouldn't Nao. I need to play this out correctly. Who is this guy? Angelo grabbed his forehead in pain and so did Max.
Angelo; "G-g-get the d-door o-opened. Now..." His eyes quickly became soulless black and he pulled out two hand guns. The coat was suprised and stepped back not expecting the guns.
Coat; "Whoa! Calm down there I'm just here to speak to Ma
Aljui and Anime Girl's Spoopy Nightonce upon the time 2 girls named Aljui and Anime Girl were chillin in there house n they were gettin sleepies so anime girl went 2 prepare herself for the sleep, but her b-room light was on n she didnt turn it on!!!!! "creppy" said anime girl omg so she came back n was spooped but acktullay it was Aljui becuz she is rly a ghost n was gettin revenge on anime gril.Aljui and Anime Girl's Spoopy Night2 days ago in Short Stories
"it's me 4 revenge" Aljui said, "u hont me??? ur rood!" anime girl replied but aljui countered w/ "sry but u had it comin" n hurt anie girls feelings, how mean rite??
"OMG no y u sey that?? I wass nise 2 u" said anime girl sadly n was about 2 cri
"u made me bled" said aljui cuz the other day she was cleaning but hit her hed on a shelf n started bleedign n head hurt 4 few days but it was acktuallay anime girl as a ghost hauning her "i mad u blead 4 ur own good ok" anime girll sed back in defense "y??? y did i ned 2 bleed" aljui said about 2 cri 2, they weer both very emoshunal atm
"cuz.... I naver toald u but... U hav rar dizee
OyukiOtra vez ahí, en aquel pueblo lleno de criaturas con poderes, asesinos, enfermos mentales, niñas abusadas y angeles terroríficos, obviamente no habían suficientes amenazas, necesitaban una nueva amenaza para los pobres e indefensos habitantes que solo buscaban la vida próspera que solían tener: Una vida llena de chicos guapos, locos años de juventud, lujos, picnics en el bosque, niños alegres jugando por los vecindarios y tranquilidad eterna, entre otras cosas mundanas.Oyuki1 day ago in Short Stories
Haru Kirishima, el nombre de la pobre chica, 15 años, sin ningún tipo de problemas, había sido una estudiante de intercambio proveniente de Japón, una linda flor de cerezo,tan bella y pura como la cristalina agua de un manantial.
No era perfecta, ni tenía un cuerpo sexy,y no tenía muchos amigos mas que el hijo de su vecina y una niña a la que no volvió a ver pero le contagiaba espíritu infantil.
Hasta aquel día….
Una chica de
The Jaguars end It had been a few days sense Wolfs arrival, and in that time Zen has learned a lot about the poor girl. She was brainwashed by the church to do anything they wanted. She's the same age as Bridget. She doesn't know her real name so the priests just called her Wolf because of her long white hair.The Jaguars end 2 days ago in Short Stories
"Well you've had a shit life haven't you". Says Zen sitting on a chair in the kitchen."Heh, yeah". Wolf says with an awkward smile. "Oh don't be like that Wolfie". Says Victoria holding the other vampires hand. "He was only joking". "Well okay". "So can either of you get up yet"? William asks trying to change the subject.he looks at the still bloated but nowhere near as stuffed bellies. "Well I think we've taken up enough of your time dear so I'll try". Victoria reaches out her hand for William to grab. It takes a bit longer than 30 seconds before she's finally up. "Urf I hate gravity". Says an uncomfortable looking Victoria who's rubbing her groaning abdomen. "Well your turn now Wolf". Wi
LonelyIt was a normal day. nothing really happening. The sun was shining, birds were singing, flowers were blooming. It was spring when it happened, looking at the news that there were strange disappearances in town each night. There was always no trace except every witness said that the ones disappearing would say "I feel so alone" or something around that quote. Now, I feel alone...I feel like everyone is leaving my life...maybe there is no life? Am I really alive...is this real? Is this all just a dream? I ponder this many times without knowing it. Why does it hurt so much? Why is my body hurting? Is there something wrong with me? Why-Lonely2 days ago in Short Stories
UntitledThe overfed tummy rested on the bed, heaving sickly. Nausea rumbled painfully in the heavy round belly, its turbulent contents threatening to rise back up. The owner of the achingly packed middle whimpered and ran her hands down the smooth bulging sides of her packed, straining stomach, trying to ease the upset tummyache bubbling nastily inside her.Untitled1 day ago in Short Stories
Suddenly her stomach lurched and she braced herself, feeling the massive amount of food in her poor tummy shift and gurgle. Her belly grumbled and burbled dangerously and for a moment or two she thought she might throw up. Soon though, the sickness subsided a little, and her belly resumed it's usual rumbly gurgly tourcher. This wasn't just a run of the mill belly ache. Her stomach was in agony, desperately churning and cramping in an attempt to deal with the onslaught of rich food forced into it.
Tears rolled silently down her face as her acidic tummy juices rolled and bubbled violently, bloating her with gas and causing her belly to grow b
Watched I woke up in the middle of the night, and knew I was not alone. Fear gripped me, an overwhelming trepidation. The paranoia rose, for I knew I was being watched. Quickly, like a mad dog, I looked around the room, searching for the intruder. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, it became clear that there was nothing there. I breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, I could not shake it entirely. It was no matter. Perhaps it was just a passing notion. I lay back down and tried to return to sleep.Watched1 day ago in Short Stories
But I could not. I lay there, with my eyes close, waiting for comfort to return, but it refused. Somewhere, somehow, there was something watching my slumber. It observed me for reasons unknown, and I could not discern why. Again, I opened my eyes. There was nothing but darkness around me.
I could see nothing. Refusing to let it get to me, I tried to sleep again. The night closed in around me. And the fear rose up again. There w
And Salt the Earth I still think of the knocks at our door. I imagine they haven’t stopped. The raking and banging of knuckles dragging minutes into hours, because I knew. I could tell. I told him not to let them in.And Salt the Earth2 days ago in Short Stories
I’ve learned memory leaves spores in our wounds. Cut out your eyes, and you will still see them. Cut off your ears, and you will still hear them. Cut off your tongue—you understand. Memory has rotted me to stinking bone.
Through memory, nightmares become fits, restraints, injections, tremors, whimpers. Fluorescent lighting whispers to me with stories far older than their bulbs.
If I am sick, I am only sick with horror. No doctor can undo the Devil for me. The blood that was caked in my lifelines was dirt or ash, but I felt the spillage of my own. The pillage, plunder, ravaging of my body by the reeking hundreds. I am possessed.
I am possess
Alone and UnheardI was attending class as usual, but didn't know where I was going. The hall I was in was very narrow, with yellow walls and blue rims alongside the bottom. The tiles were off-white and dirty, and all the doors were shut. Nobody was around, and if they were, they didn't notice me. I thought this building had a bad feeling to it. I was afraid to even be here, in a building where I had no friends, when nobody payed the slightest attention to me. If something were to happen to me, I would have to save myself and experience the never ending trauma alone. I kept to myself then, and tried pushing back the trembling worries I have.Alone and Unheard2 days ago in Short Stories
Before I knew it, something did happen to me. Before a second thought of what in the world was going on, I was being pulled and dragged down the small hallway and into some dark room. The monster dragging me down was in a grey mascot suit, or something mechanical. He must have been in an animal-type of mascot outfit for the school. But he was really scary, looking l