BreathingI awoke from a nightmare to hear my wife calmly breathing next to me at 1:30 in the morning, so I went back to sleep.Breathing5 days ago in Short Stories
I later found out she had died of a heart attack five minutes prior.
CreepersCreepersCreepers1 day ago in Short Stories
The unexpected return of a lost ship and its skipper
Everyone in the city limits of Perth, Australia, was certain that the ship had been lost, sank, in the storm The storm was worse than ones in previous years. So it had hit the ship when the ship was miles away from the shore and away from hopes of rescue. That year, the skipper, Matthew Carlyle, 26, a resident, had planned to wed his fiancée, Edna Walston, 22. Then, Edna heard about the storm. Her heart sank like the ship. She was certain that all aboard were lost and dead.
Edna’s mother and father did their best to console Edna. They suggested that she try to find a new boyfriend and marry him instead. Edna was at first reluctant, because she and Matthew had exchanged vows even ahead of their planned wedding. At last, she conceded and looked for a new love. Edna began with their childhood friends, due to familiarity. Many boys she and Matthew knew were very willing. Edna was a standa
TorqueoSeptember 30th, 2015Torqueo6 days ago in Short Stories
They found another last night. They think it's the same thing, Torqueo.
They have no idea where it came from, but it comes for you in the dead of night - those insomniac nights when you can't get to sleep. Apparently you can't see it but you'll know when it's there. Little things, the "classics": the feeling of being watched, creaking noises, movement in the corner of your eye. Those simple things you try to shrug off as your imagination.
It bides its time, teasing you, trying to get you as susceptible as possible. It wants your imagination to run wild, to envisage the worst things you possibly can. And when you reach that pinnacle moment, it strikes. It turns that worst thought, that worst imagining in your head into a reality. A slow, exceptionally torturous reality.
They find you the next morning. Your body frozen, trapped. But your eyes scream it all. You're still there. It still has you. Torqueo. An eternity of torment.
They haven't worked out how to esc
Halloween story #1Halloween story #12 days ago in Short Stories
Carmela; "I got the shortest so I go first! Time to beat you all of you with my best story!" She got up and pulled a book from nowhere.
Sin; "Everyone get ready to be put asleep."
One day a young man called Andrew was peacefully doing his school work. It was physics he was working on. It was late at night the moon was high. He had to get it done before five weeks.
When suddenly he felt a hard blunt object hit him aside the head. As he lost all sight he saw a little being just standing there with a wrench in his hand.
His eyes began to open to see he was in a room. It was littered with toys and peices of machinery. A prince sized bed was there in the corner of the room. He tired to get up but he was tied up.
Table For ScarletTable For ScarletTable For Scarlet2 days ago in Short Stories
I press my foot on the break and the car goes to a sudden stop. As I open the door, I try to be careful enough not to rip my dress because of what happened last year. Excited, I walk towards the restaurant and a large sign in front of the door catches my eyes reading, "La Petite Room." Guessing this is a French restaurant, I head on inside waiting for a table.
A warm looking waitress walks up to me holding some porcelain plates and their menus. With a smile, the lady says, "Welcome to La Petite Room, one of the finest restaurants in town. Can I take you to your reserved table?"
"A reserved table?" I ask confused, not remembering about any reserved table.
"Why yes. Follow me dear." She smiles, then leading me to a table far from the entrance where I came from.
Surrounding me are small tables with two chairs each. The one she takes me to has a paper letter on it reading my name, "Scarlet." That's strange, I don't remember calling for a reserved table. In fact how
A slave to my own mindA slave to my own mind4 days ago in Short Stories
A slave to my own mind
The story I'm about to tell you still gives me pause. There are many questions I ask myself, which, I fancy, may never be solved. I cannot altogether sweep away the fact that it might be the mere invention of a tired mind; still, the truth of the waking world speaks differently. The reader must judge it for himself what to make of this.
Before me lay a road paved with white stones; slithering its way amidst green fields studded with elms and fringed with firs. Where did it led? I could not say. I wasn't worried about getting to, well . . . whatever place this road would lead me to - if it led to anywhere at all - nor had I in mind from where had I came.
It was a cloudless bright day. The sky was painted in light-blue, and in the featureless and shadowy distance it faded into a soft glowing white. All was silent. Neither birds nor the wind upon the leaves were heard. I had the sense to be utterly alone, somehow forlorn and
Short Horror Story13/11/2178Short Horror Story5 days ago in Short Stories
Power has been down for 72 hours.
All attempts to restore power has resulted in failure.
Oxygen supply is at 20%.
The only surviving members of the team are Chris Parker, Jessica Smith and Ryan Walker.
22 crew members are either missing or Deceased.
78% of the facility's hull has been breached, resulting in catastrophic damage and system failures.
ETA until potential rescue: 12 days.
Chris looked at Jessica and Josh. They were the only ones left. This was it, they were stranded. Chris didn't want to die, not at first, but he was losing hope. He wasn't really sure if he even wanted to survive anymore. He was pretty sure the other two didn't wanna die, and they definitely didn't wanna die in some shit hole at the bottom of the ocean.
"What do we do?" Ryan asked, looking at the two before looking down at his feet, pacing back and fourth as Chris and Jessica sat on the floor.
"What the hell can we do? We're literally slowly suffocating and praying to god those...
I heard a Baby crying (a neverending Story)In an Autumn' Saturday, at dawn, a maid entered the forest, attracted by the cry of a baby.I heard a Baby crying (a neverending Story)1 week ago in Short Stories
The woodcutters found her at sunset, fainted : she never told what had happened, and she had become deaf and dumb, anyway.
Twelve months later, unexpectedly, she gave birth to a fawn, with the head of a baby, who immediately fled into the forest; meanwhile, she stole the knife of the midwife, and cut her own throat.
In an Autumn' Saturday, at dawn, a maid entered the forest, attracted by the cry of a baby.
Ooops (Riddler w/ Mad Hatter)While Jervis and Edward had never really gotten along sine the cocky red-head had become one of the Rogues, they hadn’t really interacted much and spent their time separated. In all honesty there was something about the blonde that unnerved Nigma, and he did his best to keep a sizable distance. That however didn’t help him when Joker decided to break out of Arkham, everyone either killing staff or making a break for it like Nigma was doing, though he didn’t make it past the front gates. A sinister giggle was his only alert before he felt a light tap on the side of his head and his muscles froze in place, everyone else running past towards freedom.Ooops (Riddler w/ Mad Hatter)19 hours ago in Short Stories
”Come now March Hare, it’s time for us to go~!” He heard Jervis giggle, though his voice had a darker tone than it had before. Nigma tried not to follow the short Brit down a tunnel into the sewers, but he had no control over his body and within moments they had successfully escaped and were well on
Writer's BlockThe whirring of the fan usually went unnoticed but today it was all he could hear. He hadn’t been able to write in days now and even when he did the result was nowhere near publishable. He’d liked to have chalked it up to pure laziness but he could still hear her whisper her sweet goodbye into his ear. He hadn’t written in days and it was her fault. He never could find the words around her.Writer's Block5 days ago in Short Stories
To even begin to describe her would be doing her beauty a disfavor.
Perhaps that’s why he had kept her head.
:Can't Get Away::Can't Get Away:3 days ago in Short Stories
The sky was dark with winter clouds, the ground coated in white particles of the cold season’s snow, the air coming out as fog as passing people exhaled. Pointed crystals draped stiff over ledges and buildings roofs. Despite the freezing temperatures, students walked the halls of the heated school with eager happiness as the last days of school neared to the end. The first semester was coming to a close, giving all of the school a two and a half week break to celebrate the Christmas holidays.
But not all the students held enthusiastic façade’s. A certain pair of friends were actually quite somber. As days past and the end of the semester came closer, they began getting all torn up.
‘I shouldn’t have let myself grown attached…’ A certain black-haired male thought as his
The Forgotten GirlShe awoke in a strange room. White tables and metal stands on wheels lined the walls of the small room. The walls looked strange, almost, abandoned. The white paint was peeling off of the walls and mold grew on the ceiling. She looked down at herself. She was laying down on one of the tables with her legs strapped down. It looked like at one point her arms had been strapped down too, but the straps had either worn or fallen off. She pushed herself up off of the bed and walked around the room, studying each crack in the walls meticulously. On the metal trays, there were some tools. She didn’t know the names of them but they looked sharp.The Forgotten Girl3 days ago in Short Stories
She doubled over in pain. Agony writhed throughout her body, making it twist in unnatural ways. She let out a piercing scream and then it stopped. Somehow, in all the confusion, she had ended up on the floor. Placing her arms on the ground, she picked herself up and dusted off her white gown. Doing this she noticed that her dress was
All eyes on usThis is Rachel. She is an ordinary person, just like you or I. She goes to sleep at least once per 24-hour cycle on average, just like you or I. She has a heart, stomach, and brain, just like you or I. She can observe and ponder on the nature of the world around her, just like you or I.All eyes on us1 day ago in Short Stories
Unfortunately, both you and she must be eliminated.
This educational --------- is here because you, in the state you're likely in, may not want to or be able to understand the staff. Rachel didn't want to understand, but we at -------------- think that you might.
It was no fault of Rachel's that landed her here, nor was it a fault of yours.
Allow us to demonstrate your mistake using Rachel.
Here is Rachel, in class. Note that the majority of the class faces her while she watches the teacher. She has done no wrong yet, and the staring is completely normal.
Here is Rachel looking to her left. Most of the students to her left have gone about their business, and all but one are not looking at Rachel.
The ProtectorsI lay in bed, my cover tucked all around me to fend off the cold. I was on the brink of sleep when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a big animal was walking around; it was a combination of heavy footsteps and the sound of claws hitting the floor. I figured it was my dog walking around and was irritated when I realized that meant I had to put him out for the night. I cursed under my breath and hoped out of bed and walked to the door, complaining about the cold floor on the way. I left my room and weaved my way into the living room to where the sound came from. On the other side of the room I could vaguely see something going through the files on the table. The figure was distorted and had clawed feet. I screamed and it turned around suddenly. When it saw me it morphed into a girl about my age and smiled. I was frozen with fear as she walked towards me, never dropping the creepy, to big smile.The Protectors4 days ago in Short Stories
“H-hi,” I muttered.
“What are you doing up
The Experiment Part TwoFearThe Experiment Part Two5 days ago in Short Stories
“You always looked more like your mother,” Doctor V said, looking over her.
He noticed her stirring. She was almost awake, but still asleep in her sterile glass prison. Her body sprawled out on the white bed, her arms clutching the white blanket, a pained expression on her face. She must be having a nightmare. Whatever her mind must be thinking of right now could not possibly be as worse as what is to come.
She awoke in a startle. Taking in her surroundings, then noticing the odd feel of her clothes. She wore a white jumpsuit with the Experiment´s insignia on both arms just above the elbow. Holding her midsection she began to feel violated. Someone had to change her clothes while she was unconscious. Someone had seen her body.
Looking around and beginning to get frantic, she wanted to leave this ice cold hell. The glass prison around her showed no signs of being able to escape. There was no way that one could commit suicide, she thought of ramming herself into the
Creepypasta x reader!I'm not so sure it's a cat anymore!Creepypasta x reader!1 day ago in Short Stories
(A.N. ok this is the sequel of WHEN LITTLE DEVILS INVADE, and don't worry! I'm currently writing another chapter of my CP fan fiction and my Avengers x reader which will comea litte later on. Enjoy! And pleaze give me some feedback!)
"DAMIT TRENDY LET ME LEG GO!" You yelled at the whimpering Trenderman. It had been a few weeks since you'd taken in the stray black kitten that somehow scared the living crap out of everyone in the household, (Slenderman included) and no matter how many times you told them that little Shadow was harmless they would freak out or run away, but the fact that Offendy was nowhere to be found made you smile in your head anyway. As the current moment you were trying to pry off Trendermans fingers from your leg as you wanted to go kill tonight but the over dramatic man refused to let you go without a fight.
"PLEASE TAKE IT WITH YOU!" He cried and tightened his grip on your already numbing leg. As his sobbing
Blood MoonBlood Moon1 day ago in Short Stories
The Blood Moon
The pain was becoming unbearable. It was as if every cell in my body was being ravaged by the fires of Hell itself. I actually wished that was the case, as the reality of my pain was much more horrifying. The change was coming, the change brought on by the blood red moon that hung in the sky, a spectacle that would have brought surprise and amazement to anyone else. To me, it was just another reminder of the tortured existence I was forced to live. I could feel my limbs stretching to lengths that they were never meant to; I could feel my body contorting, my muscles expanding and twisting in ways that no normal human being could withstand. Fangs began to fill my mouth as my face stretched outward. Fur was beginning to sprout from every pore on my body, my fingers becoming razor sharp claws, and I could feel my mind slipping away, giving way to a savage
The Perfect World “Okay, what about that one?” The girl sitting next to Sylys pointed to a passing dark blue colored car.The Perfect World2 days ago in Short Stories
“There’s a scratch…..on the…….front. The back headlights…….one is smaller than…...than the other.”
“Wow, your brother was right, you can spot every imperfection. That’s pretty cool, Sylys.”
Ah, Sylys. The one and only perfect thing her life. Her own name. Perfectly symmetrical in every way.
“Yeah…….. you can call it ‘cool’. I’ll……...I’ll call it torture. Along……...along with this……..stupid………” Sylys couldn’t choke out the rest. Her stuttering made it hard to speak, it also made her sound like a dumbass.
“Hey……. Diana……… it's getting kind of…...of late. Can we go…...inside now?”
Diana nodded. She stood up and offered Sylys
The TreeEverything was calm. It was a bit cold out and a dense mist wafted by outside the window of my home. The the moon was bright. It gave the trees long shadows that striped the ground. It seemed to almost caress the fog,making it look like the entire forest was luminous. Birds of prey and creatures of the night made rustles and calls that hardly cut the silence. Instead, all noises were absorbed the thick veil of moisture hanging in the air. It was, that is to say, like any other night.The Tree2 days ago in Short Stories
Except that it wasn't. I could smell it on the night's breath, almost as prevalently as the petrichor the mist cast up, that something was wrong. I could feel it almost as starkly as I could feel the cold on my skin as I stepped outside in my thin blue nightshirt.
Autumn had arrived in full force. No chill winds blew to banish the fog, and my pajamas were soon damp as though I had rolled in dew. I held my arms close to my body in an attempt to conserve a bit of heat. I walked into the woods on my usual pat
An Old Memory - Contest Entry for MemnalarI saw the contest for this and it reminded me of something that happened to me a few years ago, something I thought I’d completely forgotten about. I can say that I was a lot happier when I didn’t have it in my mind to think about, but now that it’s out of the vault, I suppose it’s good to talk about it.An Old Memory - Contest Entry for Memnalar4 days ago in Short Stories
I was maybe about thirteen, and was moving into a new home. Of course, I wasn’t new to this. My family has moved around quite a bit in the years. This one was my sixth move. It was a home we intended to fix up and make better, and certainly looked the part: the roof above the porch was sagging dangerously low, the windows on two sides of the place were broken and boarded up, it appeared to have scorch marks on it, and there was a gap between the bottom of the wooden porch and the ground which appeared to be all rotted. We’d thought we’d have money for this, but, sadly, we never did.
Everything was fine and dandy at first. As a matter of fact, I
Atomic City: PrologueThe turret recoiled back and forth, spent ammo clinking against the floor like a glass. Burning hot flashes soared across the dark corridor,smashing into the beasts that sought to rip apart human flesh."Ammos running low!" Fred's AK47 crackled and spat out bullets like a hurricane."Get to the ammo crate, I'll cover you!" James ordered, crouching in front of the sandbags in an attempt to lay suppressing fire against the horde of attacking Slashers. They hadn't experienced such cunning in those mutated spider-like freaks, they all managed to slip past the other security teams and deeper into the bunker. James didn't have time to figure that out, as he soon found himself coated in Fred's blood. Standing before him was some thing he hadn't ever seen, no one had seen.Atomic City: Prologue6 days ago in Short Stories
All he managed was a scream of agony before his decapitation.
Entry 10-7:26 PM, entry 10Entry 106 days ago in Short Stories
I'm writing this as fast as I can, the seconds ticking away. I can't hear anything anymore, but I know he's still around. He's always around. I've caught him looking over my shoulder, reading what I write. Seeing what I see, hearing what I hear. His presence is undeniable and I know that he means ill to me now. Could it be he has come back to life? No. He's merely the spirit left over. Ever since the fateful day he passed away, the drop being more than a human can bear. He had hit something on the way down. I heard it crush his skull and even now it still shows. I see the blood, hear it gurgle out of the cracks in his skull.
I've asked him to go away. I've begged him to, in fact, but he doesn't care. So now I sit here, still as can be, and pray he doesn't come to me. But I think it won't work. No, I know it won't work. He always comes at this time. I have 3 minutes now. The clock in here ticks so loud, as though mocking me. Telling me my time is up. My hands ar
A tickling in Moscow teaserAnastasia got home after a long day at work, it had been incredibly frustrating and exhausting but she thought that they were finally making progress on the latest case involving Ukrainian prostitutes being smuggled into Moscow. Anastasia felt personally involved in this one, for one of her friends was a former prostitute who had described the horrors of being enslaved, which made her determined to catch the monsters doing this to innocent women and girls. In the latest revelation It all seemed to connect back to a shadowy businesswoman named Natasha, though no one had been able to prove anything decisive yet, she was confident the evidence would accumulate soon enough.A tickling in Moscow teaser1 week ago in Short Stories
All of the sudden she heard a noise, though Anastasia couldn't make out what it was exactly the sound certainly put her on edge so the policewoman went in the general direction it had came from in order to investigate. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, at first, then she saw v
The Man Who Stood on the YardThere he was. A tall threatening man who’s face could not be seen under the shadow of his black hat. His coat was long, ragged and covered him all the way to his knees. He had the likeness of a mannequin with his mysterious nature. He stood on the yard of old Mrs. Kenny, an elderly woman who had been discarded from her family along time ago.The Man Who Stood on the Yard1 week ago in Short Stories
Mrs. Kenny had been living on that property for forty years and for the past five years she had been all alone, confined to her own boring thoughts. The only company she had was during the quick Christmas get togethers when her children would come home and spend the day with her. Ever since her husband died she had always wished to be with someone, anyone. But nothing like this. It was the second time the dark man had returned. Last night he had done the same as he was doing now, standing on the front yard of her two story house, silently, unmoving, and emotionless. He was the statue of death.
Mrs. Kenny looked out the window from behind her