Micropasta: The CattlemanMicropasta: The CattlemanMicropasta: The Cattleman5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am the Enemy, I am not the Alpha but the Omega, the one who is late to the feast at the end of days. I am the Cattleman, sworn opponent to The Shepherd. The Shepherd! The one who herds all of humankind towards a false end that is merely an end to reason and permanency. Whether The Shepherd thinks they are a cleansing wind or is aware they are merely a tidal wave of filth and despair is beyond me, or the scope of simple logic for that matter. What I know is that I, the Cattleman, know no home in my own abode. My title is knave, my crown is disease.
I was born of the desire for solidity, for stability. Humankind is a silly brute. Your kind live your lives looking forward to an eternity of bliss, but when the end does come you wish you had more time! It is this hypocritical duality, wanting everything to go away and wanting everything to stay the same forever, that bore me to life and nursed me to the festering surface of conscious thought. I should hate you. B
the matchstick prodigy.watching my eyelashes burn, I smiled.the matchstick prodigy.5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Little JokeRecently I had three knocks at the front door. It was early Sunday morning. I opened the door and there stood an imposing figure holding, what appeared to be, a bible. Oh no! Someone from the local church, or religious group had been sent to save my soul again. They always came on Sunday morning, but it was too late. Far too late. My life had been one of extreme excesses – highly enjoyable ones I must admit – and I was in no mood to repent. I won’t go into detailsA Little Joke2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyway this guy looked a little different from the usual type of religious zealot. He stood on the doorstep, grinning inanely, no teeth and garbed in a shapeless black ensemble. He was tall, very tall – in fact I almost cricked my neck looking up at him. It was then, with horror, I noticed a badge on the front of the black robe thing he was wearing, proclaiming who he was. Well – how brazen! If I was Death I certainly wouldn’t go round advertising it in such a manner, it just invites fear a
KarmaBone and muscle stare back at me through empty sockets. What little skin that's still on it is rotting away. But wait...I'm looking into my bathroom mirror. That monster isn't me...it can't be me...Karma3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I steal a quick glance down at my hands. No, I'm not rotting away like the monster in the mirror. I look back up, thinking maybe I'm just sleep-deprived and hallucinating. No, the monster is still there.
The lights flicker, drawing my attention upwards. A black, tar-like substance is oozing from the crack in the ceiling above and behind me. It materializes into a hand, which reaches for me, clutching with cold fingers onto the back of my skull. It forces me closer, closer towards the mirror with the monster, whose decaying fingers grasp for my neck and close around my throat. As it draws me closer, I realize that I'm dead, killed by the monster of my own lies.
Jaaku 1.0 vs Zecoo: Rap BattleJaaku 1.0: Must have taken every ounce of your courage to agree to fight me here, Do you know who I am?... I'm Jaaku! I feel a baby kick, I kick it back! In the delivery room, I Spawn Camp! Get a kill, Teabag a puppet! Watch porn in the front row of class! Click, Click, Click!..... Do the math, motherfucker, I'm Insane! I do the Cinnamon Challenge with cocaine! When life gave me lemons, I stabbed it in the heart, and gave it rapid death! Ran into your girl the other day with my car - Is she okay?Jaaku 1.0 vs Zecoo: Rap Battle4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zecoo: You are the result of four Billion years of evolutionary success, fucking act like it! And my girl's fine, we just had some time together. Do the Math? Well, I forgot my pencil. Guess I'll take notes in your blood! God gave you lemons? Find a new GOD!!!!! I take the scenic route through Mordor, walk in through the front door, So much courage I do the Worm, with a dagger! You got no friends, you loner! Where's your show partners!? Even Takashi from the Backstage could kick your ass, Fuck
The Thing at the Window (Conclusion)The Thing at the WindowThe Thing at the Window (Conclusion)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rat creatures eventually gnawed the boards off the window and a pack of them mingling with the shadow things was loose upon the locale. But they did not stalk the witness immediately. Instead, they obeyed more natural instinct and sought prey generally among the neighbors.
They scurried through the lanes and back streets of the community and his in the shadows, ambushing and attacking those who passed by. However, only a handful of residents passed them. Most people were at home at that hour. Occasionally a drunkard or a panhandler went by. The creatures had a scant feast with them.
By half past 11, that night, they had finished with all passers and scurried further into the community for more prey. At that time, someone attempted to phone the town council; but nobody was on duty. They tried to find the private number instead.
Meanwhile, the witness had gone home and locked and barred his door tight. He prayed that the creatures would never find a
The hungry bed: Heather gets eaten"im glad im finally home, school sucked" Heather said to herself while she walked into her house. she shut the door behind her, then she tossed her school bag onto the couch, she headed upstairs so she could lay down on the new bed her parents had bought her. she didn't even bother to kick her shoes off. she brushed her brown hair with her fingertips while she texted on her phone. she loved the new bed her parents had bought her, and she loved the jeans she had on. she looked down at her white t-shirt for a few moments, then she smiled.The hungry bed: Heather gets eaten1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
her moment off happiness was quickly interrupted, the bed suddenly started shaking rapidly. Heather jumped off of the bed and backed away from it, the bed launched its wet tongue at her head, its tongue wrapped around her face and head, then it pulled her head into its mouth. she started screaming furiously while the bed slowly swallowed her alive, she punched the bed with her fist while the bed enjoyed her as its next meal. it slowly swallowed her shou
The Thing at the Window (Part 1)The Thing at the WindowThe Thing at the Window (Part 1)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
From Lovecraft's "The Shuttered Room" and other stories
In a remote corner of the town of Arkham, Massachusetts, there stand several houses with shuttered windows and old oak doors that must be at least 80 years old. It may be needless to say that hardly anyone, whether a resident or a visitor, ever tents them. Passers-by have reported supposedly hearing doors and floor boards creak as though someone-or something-walked through the house. Locals want to pass it off as hearsay. An investigation of the premises has been avoided for at least one year.
The last investigation, roughly three years prior, revealed that one supposedly haunted place in that locale had been rented out to an alumnus of the university1. The investigator did not discover any data about either the lessee or the university. The lessee was in fact in the Department of Psychic Research.
However, when he returned the house, he reported to his department that he dreamed of a large, grotesqu
My Mistress, the ChildI am in my cage.My Mistress, the Child1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
My captor is enraged.
I can't stop her from
I can't stop her from
throwing wine bottles
I am just a helpless,
My mistress is no older
than five hundred.
She appears as a girl of
My mistress hates me.
My mistress burns me
night and day.
I scream, as my innards
are turned outwards.
I scream, as my blood
My mistress is kind.
My mistress is loving.
My mistress is merciful,
because she has allowed
me to live.
I am here, because of my
I yelled at my parents,
"I hate you!"
They died the very next
My mistress has seen many
unruly such as I.
She scares them left and
right, digging her fingers
deeper into their skulls.
She hates their innards,
so after she kills them,
she spits everything up.
She is the only mother I know
There is no point in running.
There is no point in fighting.
She wins in the end.
UmbraUmbra1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Beginning around the first snowfall in early November, people began to find snowmen in their yards, with no idea of who exactly had made them. At the same time, everyone began to find keys in their mailboxes, in sealed, unmarked envelopes. Some of these keys came smeared with blood, which were later proved to be that from a lamb while others came attached with travel tags in various foreign languages.”
Hailey Ueland considered what she just wrote, and then stared out of her bedroom window. In the early morning stillness, a smooth sweep of newly fallen snow covered the ground, disturbed only by the hummocks of hidden bushes and the skeletal shapes of trees.
Suddenly, from behind her, there came a muffled thump— rather like the sound of a small bag of potatoes falling. She glanced behind her. A mammoth Maine Coon cat plodded on thick paws from its perch on the rocking chair at the end of the room. It sniffed disdainfully at a
The Skalter - CreepypastaThe Skalter - Creepypasta1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un día común y corriente una chica colegiala caminaba por un parque tranquilo en el cual vio otros chicos conversando sobre los espíritus, y uno de ellos le llamó mucho la atención uno que se llamaba “the skalter” y ella piensa en su mente “el acosador”, porque tendría ese nombre?. Al darle demasiada curiosidad buscó de el en internet pero en todas las paginas decía que no existía, así que ella pensó que no existía y solo era inventado, pero encontró una página a media noche, se metió y le dijo la información de cómo invocarlo aunque no se entendía muy bien pero aparecía un dibujo como era él y la única manera de invocarlo era tratar de dibujarlo a tu imaginación, ella al usar su imaginación sacó una hoja y comenzó a dibujarlo de a poco pero al hacerlo, escucha una voz diciendo “What are you drawing?
Circus of Horrors: Act II“You’re a monster!” Ronnie screamed.Circus of Horrors: Act II2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I know I am. But we do this to please Zaritin. If we fail him, He’ll wipe us off the planet. Now we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
“Yes! Then people who come to this show will actually survive! You whispered to the knife thrower to kill Joseph last and with all the knives he could throw at him!” Ronnie was once again, enraged.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Ringmaster walked back to the center of the building.
“Next up, we have the lion with no tamer,” he smirked and chuckled. “Leonardo!” he yelled and pointed to the same door that Harry came out of.
A giant lion burst out from the door. Leonardo was black-furred, his mane was a lighter black, and his eyes were a glowing purple. He let out a mighty roar.
“Now I need some more volunteers! If he likes you, you just might survive! Anyone want to pet this beast?” Ringmaster asked. Kids under