Dark forest chapter 5.Dark forest chapter 5.1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rebecca searched all over for Sofia. Nobody seemed to know where she was. Everyone except Ernessa. But as Rebecca went to go find her, she remembered that Lucy said she was 'on a walk' yesterday when she barged into her room that night. Rebecca started running towards Ernessa's room.
"I just....Don't know why I did it... But I was just starving... For human blood... It was awful but it felt so good you know?" Lucy said.
"Death is a just part of life, Lucy. It's wonderful actually. Just think about it. Sofia moved to a better place and you helped her." Ernessa replied.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Lucy said, answering the door. "Rebecca? What're you doing here?"
"Have you guys seen Sofia? I looked everywhere." Rebecca answered.
Lucy felt her blood go cold. 'Shit. If you tell the truth, you're screwed.'
"No she hasn't been by here for quite some time. I think last we heard she was at the boys college." Ernessa answered.
But Rebecca didn't believe her. "Thanks."
Charlie Chaplin Annoys the Hell Out Of Me.It's tough being color blind.Charlie Chaplin Annoys the Hell Out Of Me.6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I got it when I was seven. My big brother decided that it would be fun to pour bleach in my eyes for snitching on him to mom and dad when I saw him mug a kid. It hurt like hell, of course. My parents ran in when I screamed long enough to the point they got annoyed and called an ambulance.
Mom was being all clingy while dad dealt with the spawn of Satan. I didn't think there would be punishment- my sicko brother never got punished for that stuff. Not even pouring bleach down my eyes or forcing me to bend over a desk or lay on my back when he was in one of his moods. I was right but when word got out to the cops, big bro was arrested.
The doctors diagnosed me with Monochromacy. Monochromacy is color blindness but in its rarest state. At first I didn't get what the big deal was until I opened my eyes for the first time after surgery.
(I was always a huge fan of Charlie Chaplin movies. The wacky humor and crazy life style. There were days when I sat as a kid b
Rusted Arms of Anguish.Rusted Arms of Anguish.1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Raven haired woman fell half aware deep through abyssal pit, a shimmering chunk of resin round her neck holding arboreal reptile locked in time. The amber glow illuminating massive hollow rusted land eagle frame, with maw agape upwards and arms out stretched as if it were awaiting for something or perhaps just welcoming any to a place of meaninglessness. The hallow ancient welcomed the fallen being into its lonely silent realm of humbling eternal starless night. Her past in a fog and unable to remember she could only see nothingness crushing down fleeting thoughts. Falling as if forever the woman drifted to the bottom unable to halt her decent into the unseen below, the strange fossil round her neck the only light in the smothering gloom. Just out of sight shadowy visages lurked in the soundless unknown, yet the woman went on unsure what lay in wait and with little form of protection save for her instincts. Even though nothing could be heard the woman felt a summon driving her to explo
Brainless My name is Lewis Anderson, and you have no idea how cautious I am. Even though I'm seventeen-years-old, I've made it a point to avoid all the "fun" that every other teenager indulges themselves with. No drugs no drinking and yes, no sex. Call me old fashioned or paranoid or whatever, I just like to stay as far away from trouble as humanly possible. But sometimes trouble likes to hide in the most inconspicuous of places. I'm not sure if what's been happening to me is real or not. I might just be insane for all I know and only imagining all of this. Either way, I just need to get this story out there. Maybe, if I am crazy, this might provide some clues to the source of it all. But, if this thing is real and actually after me, then at least someone will know what happened. That's enough beating around the bush, I guess. I should start from where I think the beginning was.Brainless2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I only live about a mile away from my high school, so I usually just walk to and f
Sang Moon mansionSang Moon mansion3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sang Moon Mansion.....
Terrifying Tales from the North....
Near the out Skirts of Quebec city...about 5 Kilometers away from the nearest residence. Were a gang of young teens walking down on old dirt road that was surrounded by thick pine forest...the wind blow through them letting out a eerie howling sound....these kids where all taking to one another a they walked..they about a normal as most kids go and where always looking for something to keep them occupied...
Well Greg was there most recent addition to the gang having moved into Quebec city a little over a moth ago. He soon found himself making friends amongst the group and everyone liked him.....but he did seem to have one rival..James strainer...He was very unsure about letting greg join the group..saying he wouldn't be able to handle doing what they do......that they were a daring kind of group and will do almost any kind of dare anf he would only slow them down.
Now everyone else dosn't seem to agree with hi
Unlucky Victim - cuff/rUnlucky Victim - cuff/r5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay children come around and let me tell you my story...... Now we have all heard of Herobrine, but what if the eyes were jet black
and with stained black streaks of tears. What if I said this other was a mix of strange colors of enticing hues, but those eyes will grip
you. Mere contact destroys chunks of your world, his corruption will become the plague of your world. With one look you will watch your
precious world of code, crumble into a glitchy essence. Yet the pain would have just begun....the begging you would resound towards him
to stop.....yet his aimless eyes give no remourse. looking into the eyes you will see his dark realm, you will feel his thoughts pick
away at your very sanity. You are the unlucky victim...........
This is the tale of how Erraturm was unleashed upon us all......
Chapter 1 - The Premise to An End
Just another normal day on Craftaplex a nice little server of around just 38 people. Things have
And It Comes AgainÉs itt van megint.And It Comes Again4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jéghideg csontujjaival a szívembe markol és nem ereszt.
Téveszmék és félreértések szikéivel műti ki az emlékeimből a fényt - érzéstelenítés nélkül.
Beláthatatlan távolságra sodor tőled, holott egy karnyújtásnyira állsz... És hiába futok teljes erőmből, semmivel sem jutok közelebb hozzád többé.
Torz tükrök kalitkájába zár, és sötét kielégüléssel nézi hasztalan vergődésemet.
Mosolyt facsar az arcomra.
És kíntól és vértől csöpögő tollal tépem a papírt megint.
And There Was No One ThereAnd There Was No One ThereAnd There Was No One There18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bramble about the ankle of this chain; that is clasped to the thorn bush & shackled within drop’s of rain; is tonight the inconsistency of the moon drifting upon the eerie wind rippling black shadow’s across the lunar reflection’s in deep & inocular puddle’s; from whence doom shall sit idly; as the man in the moon, & leviathan dream of the sun. There’s nothing barren to the landscape save the peace left after a storm. Here in the shadow’s I sit; dead & alone, the light from the sky from a half opened window & you might glimpse the shadow’s of my eye’s & the resemblance of my bone’s.
Sleep over gone wrong: part 3"hey girls, wanna go outside for a bit?" Lexi asked while she ran her fingers through her brown hair. she readjusted her black tank-top and her black short shorts, she looked around at the other girls and waited for a reply. "sure ill go outside with you, what about you Brittani?" Morgan asked. "ill stay in here, i don't feel like heading out" Brittani replied, Delaney stood up and followed Lexi and Morgan outside. Brittani smiled while she watched the girls head out, she had no idea that she was next on the menu.Sleep over gone wrong: part 32 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lexi shut the front door after the other girls joined her, leaving Brittani all alone. Brittani stood up and stretched for a few moments then she turned around and looked at the couch. "i wonder if i can hide in there, i want to prank the girls" Brittani said with a giggle. she bent down and lifted up a couch cushion, the couch made its move. it wrapped its tongue around her head and face within seconds, it swallowed her head with a loud gulp. Brittani started kicking and str
The Thing OutsideRichard awoke in a sweat.The Thing Outside6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jolted up from his dream, Richard bolted upright into a sitting position, breath accelerated. His hands were clammy and uncontrollably shivering, cool beads of perspiration dripping down the nape of his neck. He could not tell what it was that awoke him. It was still very much dark out; a glance at his window yielded nothing but a cloudless stretch of night, and a further glance at his digital clock which rested beside him on a desk left his bed told him it was still 3:38 AM. It wasn't a nightmare, as his dreams, although they were fleeing his memory in the grasp of reality, were uneventful and frightening to nobody. Everything seemed perfectly mundane.
Yet, it wasn't. Richard was still wracked with shivers of some unknowable fright. It was something. A presence. Richard could not hear, feel, see, or smell this presence, but he knew that something was there, and that it had, somehow, awoke him. Richard continued sitting upright, corpse-still, as his flu
The latest trendHi. Um. Not sure where this'll end up, I'm just hoping for some help, maybe? People seem to be acting pretty weirdly and it's scaring me. I'll start from the beginning and tell you what happened.The latest trend1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I was ... well I'm not exactly the most morally sound person. I had been clean for quite a few months, almost a year, but my dealer called me, said he had some of the good stuff. I had gotten a job, and had some spare money lying around, so, well, you can guess what happened. I live on my own, so I called in sick for work and just relaxed.
I felt so guilty about it after I had exhausted my small supply. I wouldn't go and get more. I decided that I needed punishment, so I stayed put. No TV. No computer. No talking to people unless they started it. No radio. No phone. Just reading, eating, sleeping and feeling sorry for myself. My friends kept telling me I needed to read more, so that's what I did.
I cut myself off from the world for a week as punishment for what I had done. I had told my bos
Eight White RosesWiatr wiał delikatnie kołysząc gałęziami drzew mijanych przeze mnie po drodze. Delikatny stuk pociągu uspokajał moje zszargane nerwy. Myśli kotłowały się w mojej głowie i pędziły z prędkością rozpędzonego stada koni. W ręku wciąż ściskałem list od lady Elizabeth Brown następującej treści:Eight White Roses5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wiem, że to, o co Cię poproszę, może wydać się osobliwe, jednak bardzo potrzebuję Twej pomocy. Jestem ciężko chora, przyjacielu. A Ty, Ty jesteś ostatnią osobą, która mi pozostała. Nie chcę spędzić ostatnich tygodni mego życia w kompletnej samotności, więc proszę Cię, mój drogi, byś przyjechał tu i spędził ze mną trochę czasu. Wiem, że być może proszę o zbyt wiele, ale, błagam, spe
Dramatis Personae Part 2He froze in horror as he heard that fateful word, that legend of anDramatis Personae Part 26 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
ill-starred personage. Ill-starred because he was not the focus of
the play, ill-starred because Harvard Hoover was destined to play
him, and the one thing Harvard Hoover was most certain of was that he
should not be confined to the role of under-developed,
un-enlightened, born with a silver spoon in his mouth Duncan, King of
Scotland. It was an insult.
“Who,” he hissed to himself, “dared to take the part of MacBeth away
“I beg your pardon?”
Harvard started. He had been so shocked that he had completely forgotten he
was still on the phone with the director. He had to keep calm, stay
“Who got MacBeth?” he asked, straining to keep his voice from
shaking with rage.
No one, he knew, could have possibly striven harder, performed better or
was more deserving of the part of MacBeth except for--
Are You Afraid (part 4)“Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality. But….there is, unseen by most, an underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit…a darkisde. When the lights fade and the moon rises, anything can happen. The world becomes a carnival of shocks and chills. A whirling merry-go-round that never stops, spinning faster and faster, taking you on a frightening ride. Don't fall asleep... or you might find yourself in The Nightmare Room.”Are You Afraid (part 4)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dylan sits up quick as lightning, and lets out a small scream. He is gasping for breaths, and is sweating like he’s in a sauna. He looks around the room, but only to see that something isn’t quite right. The walls and carpet were painted a blood red, and had these gold style poles an each end holding up a roof. There was all kind of old and antique looking dressers, with designs of all kind of swirls and such. And out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large window with a
A Crumbled Up Note in the JungleJuly 8th, 1894A Crumbled Up Note in the Jungle19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I write this letter, it should be noted that I have yet to escape the jungle. I feel it is only a matter of time before I am discovered by the creatures. If this note is ever found, and I pray that you speak English, please never venture into this land again. This place, beyond all reasonable doubt, has been forsaken by the gods of all religions. This is where Lucifer himself rises from the ground to manifest himself in our plane of existence.
Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be that grim, although I still stand by it. I guess I should give a bit of explanation. I am Sir Lawrence Avory of Leeds. I attended university at Oxford and earned a degree in ecology. Shortly thereafter, I was asked by the university to investigate a recently discovered portion of the African continent, and report any findings back to them. I gladly accepted the task, and was introduced to my team.
Their names were Jack, Robert, Edward, and Jonatha
Whatever Happened To Mr. Alund? Whatever happened to Mr. Alund? Nobody knows, really. He was a private man. He lived alone in his well-kept home on Third Street. He never had any company over, wasn't known to keep any pets, or had any family that anyone knew off.Whatever Happened To Mr. Alund?2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He seldom came outside, only ever doing so to get check his mail, and to run whatever errands he might had. People never saw him going to work, and when a young woman asked him what his job was, he snapped at her, and told her to mind her own business.
The neighbors thought it strange that Mr. Alund had such a hostile attitude. It wasn't like he was some grumpy old man. From what people remembered, he only seemed to be in his late twenties, or early thirties. The neighbors tried to be friendly by inviting him to block parties, or other social gatherings, but whenever they'd go knock on his door no one would answer.
They'd try looking through the p
The DrifterOnce there had been a servant, a drifter to some, who wandered the country and, using a deceptive ploy, found shelter in the homes of those who took solace in story.The Drifter4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After several hours of conversation with his hosts, always requested that the husband go out to find something that they didn’t have, requiring him to travel many miles. When the husband left, the drifter would tempt his wife, charming them with his personality and using a potion made of secret herbs and spices, could control them.
Once they were under his control, he’d ask her to bring him the riches that she and her husband owned, and with riches in hand, he left, but not after curing her of the potion. When the husband returned, he’d find his wealth taken and his wife exhausted and lethargic and would be filled with rage at his foolishness and charity.
The drifter, now in Strathmore, had taken interest in Aeskrow Keep and decided to take the wealth from its owner. The process was the same, but the owne
In her mindShe could not stand that feeling any more. As a demon, a beast prowling inside her breast, it was driving her mad. A thirst, an everlasting longing without issue, till the unmerciful depth of despair. It was driving her mad.In her mind5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was driving her mad.
A shadow playing strange things on the strings of her heart; a music coming from above, and then sinking in darkness. She couldn’t even remember when it started; she had been unconscious of his taking possession of the unguarded citadel of her soul. When she had perceived his eyes, when she had felt the perfume of his breath, she was his prisoner already. She could not escape. She didn’t want to.
Yet there was that feeling, that pain within her body and her soul, despite of all enchantments. When left alone by herself, she couldn’t avoid to feel it, that sting of solitude, that cooling of all feelings, save for the sorrow and torture, until he came back to her, relieving the body and the soul, making her feel again the musi
An Absence of lightOne Saturday evening, there were three boys arrested when an elderly person saw them enter an abandoned electric power station.An Absence of light5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
According to the three boys, Jan V., Kyle F., and Lucius N., there was a fourth boy in the group, but their friend Mark K. must have gotten lost within the power station.
They told the officer before they lost their friend Mark; he mentioned seeing a girl in a yellow hood as well in there.
After the police investigated the place, they found the gruesome mutilated body of Mark.
“He died for blood loss due to his throat being cut open,” told one officer.
“Pieces of his skin were missing, also one eye.”
Police didn't find any clues that could show who actually committed the murder,
the three teenagers are the top suspects.
Four hooded, teenager boys met in front of an old, abandoned power station. They had agreed to meeting there a day before because one of the boys, whose name was Lucius, wanted to explore. Tough for their age, they
Day 440 - The Stage is EvergrowingThe theatre felt like another world entirely and this was not necessarily a good thing.Day 440 - The Stage is Evergrowing1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
First you encounter the narrow stairs, covered in thick red velvet that smothered all sound.
Then the lobby, richly furnished at first glance and a heady mix of burgundy and gold patterns.
The person serving tickets wore an old fashioned uniform and seemed normal enough until
someone tried to talk to them about anything other than the shows.
Such conversations caused the server to crash as it were, smoke rising from the ears and blood
running from the eyes, nose and mouth - the usual signs of crashing in theatre staff.
Incidents like this were thankfully few and far between, the noticeboards helped.
From the lobby the path to the main theatre was sloped and wound down like a spiral staircase.
The thick red velvet carpet continued to muffle all sound and combined with dark burgundy walls
it gave the walk a claustrophobic feel that weeded out the weaker theatre goers.
Shows were so much more when the
I Dare You To..."I dare Oskar to go into the woods tonight."I Dare You To...17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had to be tonight. Tonight was Halloween night and all the kids at the party were ganging up on me for the dares.
"Come on, guys... I already gave away all my candy to you, what more do you want?"
"We want you to get lost!"
"Yeah, get lost. No one wants to be with some creep."
In hindsight, my appearance was a bit creepy. I was dressed as Near from Death Note, my favorite anime of all time. He has white hair, a white shirt, and pale blue pants on. His skin color, much like mine, is pale also. Near is also very smart, almost like a child prodigy. I wasn't that smart, but still smart enough. I guess that's why I don't have many friends. Because I study so hard. While they like to goof off, I've always been the teacher's pet. So they began to taunt me. They don't know where to stop.
But little did I know... tonight it would stop.
An hour later, they sent me off into the woods to spend the night with just a flashlight. The woods were dark and
The TragedyMay, 6th, 1845-The Tragedy1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A chill is the air, like some frigid creature from the deepest abyss. A fierce cold, like the steel of my father's rapier upon my Adam's apple; I haven't felt a dark, agonizing and mysterious chill like that since that dreadful day a decade ago. Two months and ten years ago since I left my family and the sleepy and ersatz existence behind the earthy and grandiose mansion, exulting its gravitas on the round hill, the bag carries a momumental and foreboding heaviness in my shoulder and my heart like a grave and mortal sin.
The wind picked up it's pace, steadily growing into an screaming banshee of a sudden bluster. My heart furiously pounds with a sense of anticipated foreboding as I enter the shadowy maw of the childhood forest I grew up with, without the sweet guidance of the rotund and glowing full moon. God, please don't let me become the Leander to my Hero! Be still, my heart, be stil! My mind is bewildered and my thoughts wander to and fro, pregnant with uneas
Mr. Funny faceHi I'm Malcolm and this is my story I've just moved to a new house and my little sister Sarah was in her room and I was coming to check on her since I was baby sitting her when I went into her room she was making faces and laughing at nothing I then asked her what was she doing she said "I'm making faces at mr. Funny face!" I asked her what face was he doing and she did a face of someone that looked like they were choking I then went to my room and searched up on my computer information about the house I found out something horrifying that a man had hung himself in that same room I let my sister sleep with me for a few days. About a week after she went back to sleeping in her room she never again made faces or laughed at nothing again like it just disappeared I asked her about mr.Funny face and she told me she didn't know what I was talking about…Mr. Funny face2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rat's NestWhen you move to a new home, do you like the new home smell? Most people don't, but I do. I used to wander through my new surroundings as a kid, searching for it. I didn't mind that I was breathing in stale, musty air. No, I never minded. To me, it was an adventure, a new experience. It's not such a bad thing. I mean, we get used to it eventually. We learn to accept it, and the smell eventually fades away. There's no harm done.Rat's Nest4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well to be honest, it never really goes away. You can sometimes find it in unexpected places like beneath sinks or in the back of closets. It's a strange surprise when you stumble upon it - a reminder of what came before you.
Do you ever wonder who else lived in your home? Unless you bought land and built your home, doesn't that mean someone lived in your home before you? What kind of people were they? Why did they move away? Financial problems? Loneliness? Death? Do you even know? Shouldn't you know?
It's not something we pa