Muffins Side Story: The Secret IngredientApplebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, were walking through Ponyvill discussing how to earn their cutiemarks.Muffins Side Story: The Secret Ingredient5 days ago in Short Stories
"Well, we could try bakin' all together to earn our cutiemarks." Applebloom was saying, but then remember how well her last attempt in baking turned out.
"Nah, I don't think I want a 'sugar rump' like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon." Replied Scootaloo, receiving giggles from the other crusaders.
They soon stopped, having heard a not so kind voice.
"Hey, blank flanks!" Shouted Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon having said the last two words with Diamond Tiara.
"Oh, for the love of Celestia..." Scootaloo muttered under her breath. The fillies immediately approached the crusaders.
"What could you possibly want? We don't have time for this!" Exclaimed Sweetie Belle, who waved her hooves out at the two.
Diamond Tiara kept a smug look across her face, while Silver Spoon smiled mockingly. "We just wanted to tell Applebloom that in like, 3 or 4 months, my daddy's having a business me
Creepypasta: Daku No Kyofu (Fear of the Dark)If anyone of you have seen your share of kick-ass martial arts movies, action movies, and Japanese horror movies, you have seen Dāku No Kyōfu (English translation: Fear of the Dark). It is like a collection of every Jackie Chan, Steven Seagal, Danny Trejo, Bruce Lee, Wes Craven, and Rob Zombie horror film rolled into one. It was "Expendables" and "Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky" meets "Last House on the Left". It was a horrifically gory, kick-ass Action/Horror movie. It received rave reviews and praised by audiences, horror movie buffs, and gore hounds alike. When the movie first came to theaters in 2014, cinemas were packed to the brim. Men, women, teens, you name it. You always looked forward to many scenes of gratuitous blood shed and gore, fight scenes for the guys, strong sex scenes for couples, and many terrifying moments that adrenaline junkies always looked forward to.Creepypasta: Daku No Kyofu (Fear of the Dark)1 week ago in Short Stories
While "Fear of the Dark" was the most talked-about action/horror film there was, and even being praised
SOS - RootsDark clouds rolled overhead as KyungTae stood outside, waiting for TaeMin to get ready. Rain was coming, he could smell it. The full brunt of winter was creeping up so quickly.SOS - Roots4 days ago in Short Stories
The weather never stopped his plans before and it wasn’t about to now. KyungTae had made sure he planned ahead; he was going to hang out with TaeMin for once with no interruptions. He wasn’t about to give them up for anything.
The wind ghosted over his cheeks and he shuffled his shoulder’s up to rid the feeling of cold hands. Wait. Actual hands? His hands snapped up and grabbed the freezing fingers tightly. When he turned his head, he came face to face with his friend laughing.
“Bro, you gave me a heart attack!” KyungTae released TaeMin’s fingers with a frown, though a smile cracked through. He should have seen it coming honestly.
The small chatter started and slowly, they started moving towards TaeMin’s car; it felt like too long. It’d only been a week? Maybe two.
Suicide Mouse TheoryIt was the very fable that fired up the whole ‘lost video’ trend in terms of Creepypasta. Sometime during 1930, a cartoon starring Mickey Mouse was created. The tale goes on to say that the cartoon depicts Mickey walking down a road, not strutting his stuff or skipping around joyfully, just a calm demeanor. As the video progresses, the background becomes deformed and Mickey develops a smirk on his face, with the only audio being a tortured screaming. The viewer than requests one of his employees to view the rest of the video, which ends in the said individual approaching a guard and saying: “real suffering is not known”. The employee then proceeds to snatch the guard’s pistol and ends his own life.Suicide Mouse Theory1 week ago in Short Stories
How did that work? What caused the man to kill himself? What exactly was the purpose of that cartoon anyway? How could Walt Disney himself create such a thing? Well, I might have a speculation on the subject, but it’s just as good as anyone else’s.
the Watchmaker"Tick tock... tick tock... tick tock...", the boring hands of the old clock said.the Watchmaker6 days ago in Short Stories
"Tick... tock", slowly the smug pendulum repeated.
The watchmaker left the tweezers and turned his eyes away from the small gears on the desk, to stare some moment at the ancient, magnificent clock, and its hands said again. "Tick tock."
"Tick... tock", that cruel pendulum underlined.
"Tick tock... tick talk to me", the entranced watchmaker replied.
And curiosly, a deep dark voice from the corner where the clock stood, answered.
"Clocks don't speak to humans, this is the rule and the law, and for human you are, speaking to you we cannot. But, because of the care you put in the cure of us all, I've decided this night to grant you my interest and - most important - some words. Therefore ask your questions, and pay attention to what I say, for it will never happen that you can hear me again. For this is a secret, before I go on, close the windows, lock the door, then come closer when it's done."
Traveler (Part 4 - Thief)I woke with a start to the deafening crash of thunder echoing around my room.Traveler (Part 4 - Thief)4 days ago in Short Stories
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness surrounding me; the shadowy silhouettes of furniture lingered ominously against the walls, like they would attack me if I chose to go back to sleep, and the moonlight’s gentle glow offered little reassurance.
A sudden thought darted into my mind like a bolt of lightning.
Much to my relief, the key was still being held tightly in my hand. The metal was slightly warm from where I had been gripping it all night, but at least it was safe.
I yawned and laid the key on my pillow, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stretching. I got up and ambled lazily over to the window, rubbing my eyes and looking up at the mysterious moon above.
Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and let the moon’s light envelope me, as if its delicate embrace would protect me from all the abnormality in this other-worldly place.
I crossed my arms and clutched
Faceless Friend - Slenderman x ReaderFaceless Friend – Slenderman x ReaderFaceless Friend - Slenderman x Reader5 days ago in Short Stories
You wouldn’t call yourself a loner or a person that couldn’t make friends. You had friends, lots of them, but with how you lived out in the woods you rarely saw them. In a way you were lonely, no one wanted to come to your house, a lot of people in town were terrified of the woods seeing as it was the number one area in your town were dead bodies are found. You always locked your doors and made sure that the windows were locked as well. Sure you could move, but of course you would need the money to move, in a way you wanted one friend to hang out with in the woods.
Now, usually nothing weird ever happened to you while living in the woods, despite the dead bodies that would be found days later. But, one day when leaving to walk to town and go grocery shopping you found a dead rat lying on the porch. You brushed it off, believing the stray cat you had been feeding brought it to you as a present of gratitude. Kicking it off th
Regressive Diary: Entry 2I kept saying “but Im big..” and “I can do that myself”. But she wuldnt have any of that and just smiled. As the months pasted..I found it harder to use my big words..I went to collage dangit! I know how to do stuff..Why is she treating me dis way? I can cook..I found it harder and harder to do stuff I easily could have done before. And it seemed she was getting taller somehow too? How was dat possible? Adults dont shrink?Regressive Diary: Entry 24 days ago in Short Stories
Screech- A Scary Story Request from Ssyynn*A/N: Inspiration came from Ssyynn's "Infinite Forest" picture and my own mind.Screech- A Scary Story Request from Ssyynn3 days ago in Short Stories
It was dark out. Of course, isn't that how all scary movies start. You know, the teenager/young adult/d**ba** goes into a dark house or forest and they only have a flashlight that they just happened to find. Well, that wasn't the case this time. Sure you were in a forest and you have a flashlight, but you're not sure how you got here.
You remembered being home, having a day off, which was rare in your case. You did some chores, ran some errands, and stayed in for the night. It was getting late, but you still stayed up to do your thing. Unfortunately for you, the second you closed your eyes, you were in this forest. It stretched on and on, and the tree trunk made it hard to look further into the forest. It was almost like the trees were built to play a really bad game of hide-and-seek.
You tried desperately to remember what had happened
Magical Mayham..Magical Mayham..6 days ago in Short Stories
Terrirfying Tales From the North....
Cole opened his eye to the great of the sun shining through his window...he sat up and stretched his arms...his eyes gazed around the room before he turned around and got out of his bed..he stood up and stretched some more..he then looked up at the Simpson's alarm clock he had on his wall..his eyes widened when he saw the time...it was 12:30am.." oh no" he said. he quickly got out of his sleep pants and into some cloths and ran out of his room......
He stopped in the kitchen when were he saw his mother making coffee " well look who's finally awake,,,your breakfast is in the Microwave " she said. cole walked up to her. " mom have you any idea what time it is." he asked. " um..12:33 " she said. cole nodded. " I asked you to wake me at 11:30." he said in annoyance. " what....oh yeah I remember I'm sorry i forgtot..you been sleeping on most of the summer I just got sed to it." she said taking her coffee out of the maker.."
What Makes us Monsters (Part 1)January 17, 1948What Makes us Monsters (Part 1)17 hours ago in Short Stories
A beautiful young women, named Marie, had just gone into labour and was drivin to the hospital. She was afraid, because her baby was strangly, two months over due.
At the hospital, they began getting ready to being the process of getting the little baby girl in Marie's whom out a few minutes after getting settled in the room. For Marie, it was one of the most painful experiences of her life, not only because it was the first time she has ever givin' birth to a child, but mainly because the baby, once again, was over due by two months and was slightly larger than a normal baby.
But when the baby came out, it didn't scream, it didn't cry. It didn't breath. The baby was deathly pale and covered in large black veins.
Behaving new sorts of technology, the doctors injected various new substances said to hold the ability to bring someone or something dead, back to life. But as expected, they didn't work.
December 27, 1949
In Search of Sanctuary"In Search of Sanctuary"In Search of Sanctuary5 days ago in Short Stories
by Alex Sorrow
May 17th, 2023
Queens, New York City.
All around, the silence was overpowering. Faint echos of footsteps and moans bounced off the concrete streets and abandoned buildings. For the first time that anyone could remember, traffic in the streets was completely stopped. They had tried to evacuate the city when the outbreak first started, but their success had been minimal. For a while, looters and marauders had taken over the streets, stealing electronics and jewelry from stores and robbing anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path.
It was too late for them when they realized that they should have been stealing survival gear.
Everyone had always secretly been excited for the zombie apocalypse; shows like the Walking Dead and movies like Dawn of the Dead had tried to paint a realistic picture of what life surrounded by living corpses would be like, but nobody had ever e
Arcana Once upon a time there were two lovers. Each were completely different from the other but were in love. The young lady was called Mara and the young man was Butch. The circus was in town and the two got in for free. When leaving the circus Mara had seen something.Arcana6 days ago in Short Stories
Mara; "Butch! Look!" She pointed to an old tent that belonging to the circus. For some reason it was alone with no one around. A sigh said 'Free reading.''
Butch; "Mara... That's a scam! Let's just go this place is dull anyway." Mara smiled and said "Are you a chicken? Don't you want to see the future?"
The young man dragged her into the tent. Another young man sat there. He wore a white robe with weird symbols edged into it. His hair was bleach white and his eyes looked like they were made of glass.
Butch; "Make it fast!" The young man got up and cracked his body to get the feeling back into it. He looked at the two, no emotion was present on his face.
London, England 2017, Victorian England pt 1London, England 2017London, England 2017, Victorian England pt 11 hour ago in Short Stories
"Come on Angel, it's not that scary," Dylan Moon yells at me in the middle of the night.
I chew on my lower lip nervously, looking back at the party that was probably the safest place that I felt secure at. "I-I don't know Dylan... It seems too risky to play at night... Maybe we should do t his in the morning," I reply softly, while bringing my coat sleeves over my hands that were turning blue rather fast.
"Oh, stop being such a baby, Angel. You decided to come along and do this." Tyler replies, appearing next to Dylan as he holds up the Ouija Board into the air; rattling it carelessly as if it wasn't scary. A coy smile plays on his lips, as he slung an arm around Dylan's shoulder.
"Actually, you guys dragged me to come with you. I didn't agree to do this with you morons..." I mutter, as I make my way through the cemetery and trying my best to avoid the gravestones.
Dylan shimmies away from Tyler, his black bangs going in his eyes and he gives out a woot. "Yay! Ang
The SaintEvery day I pass trough the place. Remembering that words as the night comes in my house near the trains.The Saint1 week ago in Short Stories
My name is, to be precise, Joseph Grenner, I am a mechanic in some old, forgotten factory, whose name I dare not to speak of.
I had to cross that damned church...with its flashy towers, and smug statues. I hated the whole ordeal about it and even more that my friends went there to worship the saint, A gal called Eloise...I wanted to ask others about what was so special about her, but none answered my questions, instead telling me to worship her as well. Enraged, after a hard day, with still a lot of rage inside, I spitted on the entrance of St. Eloise's Church...flipping the bird to the mocking jerk at the posters outside. But...she never had her eyes showed. Long, orange hair covered her eyes. I didn't cared about it of course and went to my job as always. That day was so...obnoxious! The machines jamming up, too many tools lended and not being
THE SCARIEST STORY EVEROnce upon a time. Justin Bieber and Mikey Cyrus, had mated with each other. And 9 moths later. Satan was born.THE SCARIEST STORY EVER4 days ago in Short Stories
Lonely LillyLilly was a normal child. Her parents doted over their little brown-eyed angel. The only problem with Lilly was the way she clung to them. Her inability to be alone. It was very tiresome for her parents. They would sit up each night rocking her to sleep before carefully carrying her to her room. They would lay her down, gently pushing her light brown hair out of her face. They would turn and tip-toe out of her room praying that the little girl would not wake up during the night. They had not had a full nights sleep since before Lilly was born 4 years ago. Her parents walked into their room being exceptionally quiet as they dressed for bed. The dad was the first to break the silence.Lonely Lilly3 days ago in Short Stories
"Gloria, we have to do something about this." He said in a very hushed whisper. In turn Gloria only shrugged it off. She knew it was a problem but she just couldn't deny her child the love she craved. Gloria did not mind to get up in the night to cradle her child back to sleep, though she did have to
The difference between you and your reflectionThere is nothing different between you and your mirror reflection. That is obviously what you think, of course, that's logical. It's nothing more than just you reflected on a piece of glass. Well...That might be you, or someone who looks like you, or then what it really is:The time, the universe separated you and the other you.The other you, doesn't know about you and you didn't know about the other you, until I tell you. The person is much like you. The person looks and acts so much like you, that you think it is you. The person or as called "The other you" can actually have different friends, different things to do with a family, different hobbies, different pets or even a simple thing like different favorite color.The difference between you and your reflection23 hours ago in Short Stories
Your job for the person and the person's job for you is to reflect how you look.Still in rare cases the universe can go wrong and the person or you may die before the other. That means then, when the person gets buried the person or maybe you, still have to do the job, to
Confidential Time- Creepypasta “Is the… the time right, doc?” My eyes scattered fiercely over to the clock on the wooden desk, but an uneasy tension built up every second I saw it move. The hand making a slight click every time the gear moved, the sound grew more and more ominous as reality began to blur around everything, except for clock that is. It began to have the same rhythm as my heart, and my thoughts began to blur as well, it didn’t feel right, “I can’t trust it…” I muttered under my breath. It was moving in a steady pattern, but it still never felt right anymore. The thought of time was cold and seemed like a horror story. Before my mind had more time to wander, the psychologist broke the silence in my mind. “Mr. Stevenson, why can’t you trust the time anymore, was it because your watch was broken when the police found you?” I looked up at him, the thought of what they believed I did was heartbreaking, it was terrible, itConfidential Time- Creepypasta2 days ago in Short Stories
An Old TVThe TV was on again, casting an eerie glow just outside my room. The soft, static filled voice of a man could be heard, giving his usual presentation. He seems calm, despite the fact that he shouldn’t even exist.An Old TV1 week ago in Short Stories
The TV has been in this house longer than I have. It belonged to an old tenant of the shabby one-bedroom apartment I was renting, who left it behind when he moved out. The landlord noticed that on the day he moved out, he looked very anxious to leave the building. When asked about the TV, he simply muttered “keep it” and hastily drove away. It was one of those old CRT TV sets, with the wood grain case and a pair of antennas. It was a colour TV, but a low-quality one, even by CRT standards. When I moved in, the landlord said to me that the apartment came with a free TV if I wanted one. We started chatting, and he told me about how the previous occupant had left the TV behind. I opted to keep the TV, as old technology always fascinates me. After settling
Things that lead to disastersNoahThings that lead to disasters6 days ago in Short Stories
My name is Noah and I am a teenager but not really. I don’t do much. I have brown, floppy, curly hair and blue eyes. I look cute according to my mum, not so much to my fellow girl classmates.
But then maybe it’s my personality, nobody wants to be with a guy that has the best grades in our class, not to mention I’m extremely average. Despite all of the above, I have quite a few classmates I talk to and hang out with occasionally when I feel like it.
I’m thinking up ideas of what to paint since a week now. It’s Friday so I don’t have much time left considering that it is Friday. A couple of ideas for a painting strike me while I walk home. Careful planning of what I’m going to paint feels really important to me. Nobody above me knows about all of this.
I don’t paint on paper, I paint on walls. Preferably walls made of brick, walls of abandoned garages beside the road that leads to nowhere. I know, it sounds dramatic. But really, nobody
Hrea 101After three bleak weeks through the desert, they finally arrive.Hrea 1015 days ago in Short Stories
"These temples carved high into the side of a plateau are the oldest remaining spiritual grounds constructed by man." Joseph brags to Dale, pointing ahead at the crumbling towers embossed into the rocky face before them.
Dale pulls the notebook back out of his pack, and flips to the newest blank page. "What are they called?"
"I've never asked" shrugged Joseph. "Inside though, is what you came for. Follow me, this way"
They head towards the first rank of sandy steps, weaving through aisles and sanctuaries, each as hollow as the plateau itself.
Joseph suddenly turns around, standing on a fork in the path, and breaks the silence "I know you've been doing your studies, and its all very gruesome and terrible and what-have-you, but were about to come to the edge of uncertainty here. Once you see this book, doubt will no longer be available to you. You won't be able to satisfy yourself at night by thinking that maybe none of thi
Eterna la NocheCapítulo 1Eterna la Noche4 days ago in Short Stories
Yo no recuerdo cuando mi alegría era ver el sol,
No recuerdo cuando, pero no me importa ya la soledad
Y no encuentro ya la luz,
y no puedo ver el cielo azul.
Yo perdí mi mundo.
El tiempo no se detiene por nadie, y por mi no se detuvo, pasaron los días, los meses, los años, y el duende jamás salió de mis pensamientos, cada noche cuando las luces se apagaban recordaba su rostro, así tal cual era, pálido, reseco, con tantas cicatrices y heridas; pero eran sus ojos, sus ojos acabaron conmigo, esos ojos que se llenaron de lágrimas alguna vez por mi, ellos me hieren cada noche. Siempre pensaba en que debí darle la libertad, siempre esperé que volviera por mi, siempre me pregunté si estaría bien o si estaría peor, recordarlo tanto no me permitía seguir con mi vida, lloraba siempre preguntándole a la noche por él, pero no hubo una voz que me respondiera.
Necesité dos años para recuper