Didn't your mommy tell you TV was bad for you?Didn't your mommy tell you TV was bad for you?6 days ago in Short Stories
One night Caden was watching his favorite TV show. It was the greatest thing he had ever watched. He starred at the TV for hours watching the show over an over again, he fully knew the lore and story like the back of his hand.
His mother entered the room and turned off the TV looking at her son. Mother; "Caden too much TV is bad for you! Go to bed! School is tomorrow!" Caden began to protest against his mother rambling about how he would miss the newest episode and his friends would spoil it the next day.
Mother; "I don't care young man! Go upstairs now!!!" Caden obeyed his mother and went up to his bedroom. His mother soon entered and kissed him on the forehead and went to her room to sleep.
An hour passed and Caden quietly snuck downstairs to watch his show. He had to mute it to avoid waking his mother up and activated the subtitles. The main hero w
StumpyStumpy4 days ago in Short Stories
What's black, hairy, six-legged, and adorned with quills along its back? That's what I asked myself the first time I saw it. It's big, too, almost as tall as my two-story log cabin. It's been visiting ever since I first built on the property and moved in. I live by myself in the countryside, the nearest town a half-hour drive at least.
I might sound oddly casual about it, but I've just gotten used to the thing coming around. The first time I saw it was when I was napping in my rocking chair on my back porch. I stirred and looked out across the yard, and there it was, gazing back at me. At first, I didn't realize what I was looking at. It was standing such that it appeared as a tall stump, the only deceiving quality being its bright green eyes glowing even in broad daylight. When the creature noticed it had been spotted, it turned and lumbered away into the depths of the forest behind my property. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I would have called the police, but I don't have a la
Threat - Yandere!Light Yagami x ReaderYou and Light had been dating for a while; in fact you both had been dating for about three months. At first everything was going fine; then she appeared. Misa, you knew her as that famous model that appeared in magazine. It happened the day you were at Light’s house studying when she barged into the room. It frighten you when she threw the door open and spoke Light’s name in a high pitch voice.Threat - Yandere!Light Yagami x Reader3 days ago in Short Stories
At first you were quite confused as to why the model would know where Light lived. But the confusion was quickly replaced with heartbreak as the blonde revealed a lot of things with a smile on her face. How Light and her were a couple and that to hide it the brunette just chose to date some random girl at school. Among the blonde’s speech you could hear the brunette trying his best to speak over her, yet you didn’t process his words. With anger you left in a huff, not acknowledging the male’s futile attempts in calling your name.
As the days went by, you ended up h
A Father's RecollectionI can't remember when it all started, but I remember that my wife had been ill for a long time. She had to stay in the hospital while I took care of our little girl, Sarah.A Father's Recollection2 days ago in Short Stories
Sarah had never seen her mom since she was four. I didn't want her to see what she'd become. Her mother was practically a corpse. Her once vibrant skin had turned a sickening white. Her happy eyes were now closed to the world as she lay there in a coma, never to wake up, never to eat dinner with her family again. Now she ate through a tube that fed god knows what into her stomach. It was revolting to look at.
I'd wanted to pull the plug and put her out of her misery, but I couldn't. There was still the odd chance that she could wake up and get better. Besides, I didn't want to leave my now seven year old daughter more without a mom then she already was.
One day, Sarah came up to me with a drawing she had done. She was always a little artist and, unlike most parents, I always put my daughter's drawings on the fridge
The Glasses (Creepypasta)They all say I’m crazy, demented, insane. “Just see for yourself, put the glasses on!”The Glasses (Creepypasta)1 day ago in Short Stories
“What’s to see?”
“Can’t you see it?”
“See what? That you’re insane. Cuz’ if that’s what you wanted me to see, then I see it alright.”
“Can’t you see it!”
At this point you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, right? Well then why don’t I start at the beginning. It all started 1 year ago.
I was 14, life wasn’t that easy so I was happy when my birthday rolled around. I didn’t have a lot of friends so it was great to see that the ones that I did have showed up to my party. They all got me presents too! Even though what they gave weren’t dreams come true they meant a lot because they were from the heart.
I got some cool stuff but the most interesting thing I got were a pair of fake hipster glasses.
The box didn't say who they were from and there was no card o
Under the BedShe decided to sleep with her hand over the side of her bed. She felt a hand gently grab it and a voice whisper, "I love you."Under the Bed1 week ago in Short Stories
Goodnight To Me, IndiGoodnight To Me, Indi5 days ago in Short Stories
I am Indi! I know who I am, I know who She is.
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Just your own reflection? Just a view of yourself from a slightly different angle? I envy you. I see Her, Violet. She steals my face to disguise herself as me, but I’m the one who gets held to account for Her actions.
Call her whatever you want, my Alter Ego, my Id, my Doppelganger, my Second Self, my Darker Side... Whatever, She is NOT ME. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t do the kinds of things she enjoys doing.
When I stand still and stare into her glassy face she moves, she smiles at me like a shark about to attack. I’d close my eyes and wish her away, but I know in the darkest depths of my soul that she would still be stood there mocking me.
Peter Pan thought he was having trouble trying to catch his shadow; he should have
The BeepThe BeepThe Beep2 days ago in Short Stories
I just rented this new apartment , since I got my promotion . I thought since now I got good income , now i can live my life . It was all good for a week , I had my house set , my new job was awesome , I now only cherished my life . But not for long . It all had been hell after that day . It was after a week or so , i started hearing a beep . you know the kinda that comes from an oven when its done cooking . it was all fine . nothing unusual . but the thing which was unusual was that it was continous and stayed there for a week . I tried calling the security to check it out . As we went to third floor , I noticed it was uninhabited . No one lived there . "Sir , no one lives here... " the security guy said . "And I here no beep sir , I guess it's all in your head , Sir" He said . Okay , i did not complain and I decided to go back to my new awesomely perfect life . no beep is going to ruin it . I went back to my room . I decided to take some chips , when i heard that all too fam
Vore Prompt #1 (De-Vore): A Normal Day My alarm went off, I layed in my bed and surfed the internet for a while before getting ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, ate breakfast, packed my backpack, and hopped into the car. It was slightly raining outside. We listened to the radio as my mom drove me to school. It was mostly 80's song, and the morning talk show.Vore Prompt #1 (De-Vore): A Normal Day1 week ago in Short Stories
I looked out my window at the trees racing by my window, watching the rain fall on the window. I saw a deer or two while we drove, and we even had to wait for one to cross the road before continuing down it. As we drove, I noticed something in the trees moving. Large, dark. But I couldn't make it out. I only saw it for a quick second and decided to brush it off as nothing, just a trick of the shadows and rain.
My mom dropped me off behind the school. I walked down the sidewalk and into the brick building before sitting down on the ground and pulling out my iPad, waiting for my friends to arrive.
A little girls laughter CP....first try. Don´t expect too much. For all of you who still want to read, ENJOY.A little girls laughter CP1 week ago in Short Stories
Please note that there is a lil bit of gore so don´t read it if you cant handle this.
I always liked our appartment. The other persons living with us where nice and always calm. We threw partys on every holliday and nearly everybody came. Nearly. There was this one apartment that was always locked. If you ringed no one would answer you and if you knocked there would be an unpleasent silence. My familly lived under that appartment and though everyone said it was just some boxroom someone rich must´ve buyed, when I sometimes couldn´t sleep and layed awake for long enough I did hear sounds.
Now I´ve never seen anyone specifically going in or coming out of there but I know that there IS someone. Why? Because I can here theyr voice. There must be four or five of them. One laughing a lot and on
The Stranger in the NightThe light pitter-patter of raindrops sounded on the cold, compressed, concrete-like ground. The moon shone brightly, breaking the still, night sky. It was here, where it all happened. On a night much like this.The Stranger in the Night4 days ago in Short Stories
I was walking along this path, my hand entwined in Mason’s, and my other held up my little, red umbrella sheltering us from the falling rain. As we walked along this long and winding path we heard footsteps behind us. I thought nothing of it at the time. I did not care, when I had him by my side. He made me feel safe.
We heard the footsteps quicken, louder and louder. I could hear heavy panting.
My heart beat faster. I turned to see this stranger, this hooded figure, coming toward us.
Before we could react the stranger was upon us. Screaming and struggling he took hold of me. He pulled me away from Mason, wrapping one arm around my neck, as the other fell into his pocket. He withdrew his hand, and out came a gun.
I gasped with terror.
Mason tried talking to this stranger c
Bunny WolfBunny Wolf1 day ago in Short Stories
Nina again, today mother told me I'll get a pet, any I decide!
This is totally great!
Just thinking of it, taking care of a living animal is really great, can't wait for it.
Nina again, little upset at mom, she told me. I could get what I wanted.
Mother and I headed to the pet shop, she took control of the whole thing and picked out a bunny, I really don't mind, just want a puppy.
Most of the day she just sits in the cage, eating, drinking all day long.
It's so boring watching her, mother told me I couldn't even take her out of the cage alone.
I opened the cage anyway, the bunny jumped out of the cage, almost threw me on the ground.
I headed back inside, feeling mad at her. Kind of feel bad now that I didn't find her.
After dinner, mother started yelling. All her clothes have bite marks.
She headed to the cage and started yelling at me about it, I acted clueless.
I'm glad she left and destroyed her clothes, tomorrow we get a puppy!
TactileTactileTactile3 days ago in Short Stories
READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE YOU READ PLEASE
It had nestled under the crook of her ear while she slept. Small, like a delicate piece of jewelry, it clung to the warmth of her cartilage. While its mind lay dormant, its body was ever active, legs twitching as it ran from some imagined predator.
It fled the blankets when she stirred, nestling itself in the dimple of her left shoulder. It dodged a bra strap, soap, steam, and scrub, running into that nest of sweet-smelling blonde hair on her head. Wrapped in downy softness, it felt accepted and comfortably compressed.
After days, no, years of fleeing, being thrown aside, hearing the shrill screams of its companions, it wasn’t in favor of letting its guard down.
Many surfaces had been traversed, many fluids and foods had been tasted. Time and seed had been wasted. On the verge of collapse, as it tumbled from a brownstone window, a single leg had caught on a sill a few stories below. Terror seized up its joints, and, with urgency
My Sister's in a Coma, but She's Staring at MeI would like to inform you of what's been happening to me lately and seek help, you see, because my sister, who's supposedly in a coma, visits my room at night and stares at me.My Sister's in a Coma, but She's Staring at Me2 days ago in Short Stories
Two years ago, my dad and sister were in a car accident, killing my father and putting my twelve-year-old sister in a coma. At first, she started saying things to me when no one was around, usually accusing me or blaming me for what happened, which was odd, because I thought she'd never blame me for what happened, but I guess I'd blame me too. Then she'd open her eyes only around me, staring at me as if I was the worst thing she'd ever seen, which is quite frightening, may I add.
Now, she stands over my bed, screaming accusations, staring at me with malice. I haven't slept in many nights, and I would like to seek help for my sister, who need to either be in a coma and leave me alone, or not be.
Still avoiding wri
Cahier perdu7e jours 1er luneCahier perdu2 days ago in Short Stories
J'aimerais une explicitation.
10e jours 1er lune
Les jours de mauvais temps
Ils se retrouvaient
Sous le grand saule.
16e jours 1er lune
Ils ne sont plus sous le grand saule.
24e jours 1er lune
Ils se sont cachés dans ma chambre.
Ils chantent comme des anges.
Mais leurs chants sont si tristes.
25e jours 1er lune
"Poum Poum Pou doum
Pa Dida Dida"
Toute la journée je l'ai fredonné.
1er jour 2e lune
Jour de pluie j'ai très peur,
Ils crient du plus profond de leur âme.
Ils disent que je leur fais peur.
Ils ne savent rien de moi, et à la foi ils savent tout
De ce que je vis.
4e jour 2e Lune
Le sol de la maison colle à mes pieds
Et il est d’une si belle couleur
Ce soir je dors sous le grand saule.
11e jour 2e
Il n’y a plus de vie…
This is Your FaultNightmares; why do we have them? what are their purpose? it's been so very long since my last, yet it still seems very new when i have one.This is Your Fault1 week ago in Short Stories
As the dream begins, i'm in a fog, waking next to an elder man who is in wheelchair. To me he seems quite pleasant so i spark up a conversation. Nothing out of the ordinary just talking about the past, present, and future. standing next to this stranger in a wheelchair he begins to talk about 'the old days' back when he could walk, back when he had a friend.
It was a halloween evening for him. as i listen to this tale, it feels as if i am actually there, in the same location, yet i am not him. i see the visuals, i feel the wind and smell the sweet sent of an auburn autumn. As i am there with him, i see a child wearing a blue box for a costume, kind of weird if you ask me. but as i approach this child i notice something quite strange. somehow the box is hollow, as though he has no innards, no guts nor internal organs. to be completely honest, it did
Dragon KinAnd there it stood. In awe, I stare at the massive stone of grace and dignity; a weeping dragon, the size of a mountain holding the child of a human. A look of sadness lingers in its stone eyes, transfixed on the broken body in its palm. I remember this place, but it had felt different. He had been a young statue then, recently made, full of flame and anger; anger at the humans for what they did to his race. But now, the dragon weeps, a single tear filled with the sadness of a dead culture, at the horror of what it’s done. A human child; kin, taken in recompense for abolition; a species’ last vengeance; a cost, a reminder.Dragon Kin1 week ago in Short Stories
Its wings - one outspread, the other tucked by its side - are graceful, slim and contoured, now forming a protective shield around the human kin. I step forward, longing to once again touch the stone, feel it’s warmth, it’s fire. But it’s cold, and then, a burning within me - a burning cold, the
BONES VOL 1 ------------20150:56 monday morning march 21st 1943BONES VOL 1 ------------20151 week ago in Short Stories
Waking up from one of my daily nightmares (AGAIN.) Screaming,squirming and shouting. I was kicking about in by bed whilst being locked down by a white straitjacket.
The nurses rush in to try and soothe me by giving me ... flat coca-cola.
When I finally calmed down the nurses asked me what the dream was about.
But they only got growls in return.
UNTIL I felt an injection asleep and before I knew it I was asleep.
BUT THE NIGHTMARE CONTINUED...
8:02 monday morning march 21st 1941
"I dont remember much from the night mare." I exclaimed to one of my faveourite nurses called sharah.
Sharah is a rather smart nurse with shimmering blonde hair ; sharah is on of those woman you are expected to see in a shampoo commercial. :/
"Dont worry the nightmares arent real!" She said whilst I make worried smile back at her.
12:00 Monday 21st march 1941
This afternoon my private tutor came to teach me about RE! Ive never really liked RE
Pokemon X NuzlockeProloguePokemon X Nuzlocke6 days ago in Short Stories
“Today is a big day in Sandgem town, first time trainers are said to be getting their starter pokemon today!..,” blurts my alarm clock. Slowly, I roll out of bed, stifling a yawn and look at the time.
“Oh, shit, I’m gonna be late!” The clock read 10:30am. I throw on a random shirt and a pair of faded jeans and I’m halfway through pulling my gray converse on when someone bursts through my door.
“Shit, Destiny, you’re going to be late!” the someone says.
“Well that means you’re going to be late, too,” I mumble as I successfully pull on my last converse. Then, another person peeks through my doorway, around the first person.
“You guys ready yet? We’re all going to be late.”
“Yes, Sam, Alex, sorry I woke up late!” I huff out, while pulling on my orange beanie. “Ready to go whenever you guys are.
The Phantom MakerGarage sales are so stupid. I mean, why are you even giving your crap to other people? Also, who in their right mind would buy their used shit?The Phantom Maker16 hours ago in Short Stories
Well, that was what Ace Beckham thought only seconds before his friends Catrine and Chance urged him towards the house. A middle aged woman stood on her lawn, clothes and blankets neatly folded on the grass. The group of teens looked at the things which were neatly placed in rows, the elder watching with pleasure.
Ace found himself crossing his arms, stubbornly looking away from the woman.
"Why, you look like a nice young boy," The woman holding the garage sale sent a smile towards him, her voice sweet. Once Ace looked at her he found himself immediately looking away. "I don't plan on buying anything," He explained rather embarrassed, "I just came with my friends. That's all." The lady gave him a disappointed expression, causing Ace to mentally slap himself. "Well," She sighed, "Carry on."
After that encounter, Ace didn't particularly care abou
''I Told You I Was A Good Actor~''''I Told You I Was A Good Actor~''2 days ago in Short Stories
On the night of August 31, 1998, a pair of twins were born, Alexander and Alistair. The twins, both boys, were identical in all ways. Whether from eye color, to weight, height and even skin tone... all traits were the same. This stunned the doctors for they had never seen this before, but they weren’t concerned. As the twins grew up, their appearances stayed the same: completely identical. They found amusement in confusing their parents, playing a game they liked to call “Which one is Alex and Alist game”, which was basically someone had to figure out which twin was Alexander and which was Alistair. They often played this trickery game with people they knew, but people only ‘won the game’ by pure luck, never being able to tell the tricky twins apart. Both twins also asked to take classes in acting when they got older, so their ‘trickster abilities’ could get even better.
In the teenage years, Alexander was a more socia
RipperThere was a soft tapping at the backdoor.Ripper3 days ago in Short Stories
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My ears perked up a little. The sound was reminiscent of something long gone from this world. My pet cat Ripper used to tap at the pack door to be let in, but he had passed from this world years ago.
When a man has no friends, he relies mostly on the animals he surrounds himself with. An ethereal bond forms, and nothing can really come between it. It’s the way a deaf person associates themselves with their surrounds: a silent, painfully long process that can end in either a painful letdown, or eternal and impartible gratification.
So that’s what I had done with my life, my lonely, lonely life; I had saved animals and sheltered them. Unfortunately, they had all been taken from me. But many years ago on a fateful trip, I had found my true soul-mate, this beautiful, beautiful cat. We lived out our lives until he, of course, passed. Now here I am, alone and sickly, trying to understand
The Taxi RideIt was in late October, specifically on Halloween, when I was riding with my uncle in his taxi and something extraordinary and bone chilling happened.The Taxi Ride3 days ago in Short Stories
There was a Halloween carnival at school for all the little kids. I remember going to that carnival when I was younger. It has lots of amusement park rides that were shipped over from Gradibbe about a week prior. They also brought over face painting kits, delicious food, pumpkins, and many other things that I don’t have the time to write here. I was in Uncle’s taxi because I had a day off and chose not to attend the festivities at the carnival.
Uncle is the only family I have left besides a Yorkshire terrier I own named Neville. I’m not really sure he counts as family to you, but he does to me. I mean why wouldn’t you treat a cute dog with the same love and attention that you treat the rest of your family? My parents both died in a car accident when I was four and my older sister died from a heroin overdose. She n
Day 570 - Her Case, Unclosed"There's always something more to it," she thought bitterly as she closed her latest case. The killer had been the dullest all of the others before him - the usual crime of passion shtick they pulled when they had nothing else to give, when she had them cornered with enough material to put them behind bars for a good while.Day 570 - Her Case, Unclosed4 days ago in Short Stories
There was always something more to it, always some other victim they'd kept hidden for years and years or someone who was next on their list. Something else, anything else but this drab one-off-and-never-before-or-since deal this guy was trying to pull. She wasn't falling for it, never had before and look where it had landed her - top of the department, of her field.
Everything about this guy set her on edge in the same way the others had. There was something about that guileless look they carried that never seemed to suit them, like they'd borrowed it from someone they'd seen on TV and didn't quite know what to do with it. This one had to be hiding something and sh