Four Sisters of the Earth "In the bleak mid-winter, all of nature groans. The world engulfed in darkness, frozen like a stone. And all of man will moan, for with Winter he must all atone," sung a girl sitting on a stump surrounded by snow. The song was like syrup in the way the words slowly rolled of the girls tongue.Four Sisters of the Earth3 days ago in Short Stories
Her hair fell to her shoulders and it was white as the powdery snow that surrounded her. Her eyes where an almost shiny coloring of clear blue, and her skin was pale. She wore brown boots and blue jeans. A thin, dark blue parka was what she wore, the hood not on though, it contrasted with her black fingerless cloves she wore. In her right hand she held a staff make of coniferous wood. As she breathed her breath didn't appear in the air, but the sound did seem to resonate.
Her peaceful singing was interrupted by a cheerful voice. "Winter, may I please have my turn now?" the voice asked excitedly.
The girl sighed as she turn
can't go back to sleepJolted awake.can't go back to sleep1 week ago in Short Stories
The Sandman smiles. "Ssssshhhhhhhh."
TftW: Hotel CaliforniaTftW: Hotel CaliforniaTftW: Hotel California4 days ago in Short Stories
Bruce Campbell TF/TG
This story is based around the classic song Hotel California and is set in the hotel from the song itself, using the supernatural elements from the song that was told by the late Glenn Frey as the tale of someone who, tired from travelling on the dark desert highway - saw a place to rest for the night, stops at the hotel only to find himself trapped in a weird world peopled by freaky characters and put in a claustrophobic situation in which he is trapped within the hotel and can never leave. Tiffany is represented as a character in the story as a gothic hostess and she's a nod to the lyric 'her mind is Tiffany twisted'.
Also the Nightman and Captain are characters in the story and serve as the two right hand-men of Tiffany herself.
Characters featured in this story:
Nathan: Doctor Nathan Forester is a monsterologist and supernatural investigator as well as a scientist, in the storylines involv
Part 11Part 111 week ago in Short Stories
Max and Angelo raced to the car and began to pry open the door. Max; "It's on quite good isn't it!?" Angelo began to bang on the door. A head came from one of the windows it belonged to a weird wolf girl thing.
Angelo; "Get the door opened Luna! Is everyone okay in there? Is Iris and Carmela safe?!" Luna nodded and Max began to feel a presence there with them. He turned to see a black coat with red on it.
Nao; "Hmmm this might be intresting! Kill him!" Max thought no I wouldn't Nao. I need to play this out correctly. Who is this guy? Angelo grabbed his forehead in pain and so did Max.
Angelo; "G-g-get the d-door o-opened. Now..." His eyes quickly became soulless black and he pulled out two hand guns. The coat was suprised and stepped back not expecting the guns.
Coat; "Whoa! Calm down there I'm just here to speak to Ma
Watched I woke up in the middle of the night, and knew I was not alone. Fear gripped me, an overwhelming trepidation. The paranoia rose, for I knew I was being watched. Quickly, like a mad dog, I looked around the room, searching for the intruder. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, it became clear that there was nothing there. I breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, I could not shake it entirely. It was no matter. Perhaps it was just a passing notion. I lay back down and tried to return to sleep.Watched6 days ago in Short Stories
But I could not. I lay there, with my eyes close, waiting for comfort to return, but it refused. Somewhere, somehow, there was something watching my slumber. It observed me for reasons unknown, and I could not discern why. Again, I opened my eyes. There was nothing but darkness around me.
I could see nothing. Refusing to let it get to me, I tried to sleep again. The night closed in around me. And the fear rose up again. There w
UntitledThe overfed tummy rested on the bed, heaving sickly. Nausea rumbled painfully in the heavy round belly, its turbulent contents threatening to rise back up. The owner of the achingly packed middle whimpered and ran her hands down the smooth bulging sides of her packed, straining stomach, trying to ease the upset tummyache bubbling nastily inside her.Untitled6 days ago in Short Stories
Suddenly her stomach lurched and she braced herself, feeling the massive amount of food in her poor tummy shift and gurgle. Her belly grumbled and burbled dangerously and for a moment or two she thought she might throw up. Soon though, the sickness subsided a little, and her belly resumed it's usual rumbly gurgly tourcher. This wasn't just a run of the mill belly ache. Her stomach was in agony, desperately churning and cramping in an attempt to deal with the onslaught of rich food forced into it.
Tears rolled silently down her face as her acidic tummy juices rolled and bubbled violently, bloating her with gas and causing her belly to grow b
And Salt the Earth I still think of the knocks at our door. I imagine they haven’t stopped. The raking and banging of knuckles dragging minutes into hours, because I knew. I could tell. I told him not to let them in.And Salt the Earth1 week ago in Short Stories
I’ve learned memory leaves spores in our wounds. Cut out your eyes, and you will still see them. Cut off your ears, and you will still hear them. Cut off your tongue—you understand. Memory has rotted me to stinking bone.
Through memory, nightmares become fits, restraints, injections, tremors, whimpers. Fluorescent lighting whispers to me with stories far older than their bulbs.
If I am sick, I am only sick with horror. No doctor can undo the Devil for me. The blood that was caked in my lifelines was dirt or ash, but I felt the spillage of my own. The pillage, plunder, ravaging of my body by the reeking hundreds. I am possessed.
I am possess
Aljui and Anime Girl's Spoopy Nightonce upon the time 2 girls named Aljui and Anime Girl were chillin in there house n they were gettin sleepies so anime girl went 2 prepare herself for the sleep, but her b-room light was on n she didnt turn it on!!!!! "creppy" said anime girl omg so she came back n was spooped but acktullay it was Aljui becuz she is rly a ghost n was gettin revenge on anime gril.Aljui and Anime Girl's Spoopy Night1 week ago in Short Stories
"it's me 4 revenge" Aljui said, "u hont me??? ur rood!" anime girl replied but aljui countered w/ "sry but u had it comin" n hurt anie girls feelings, how mean rite??
"OMG no y u sey that?? I wass nise 2 u" said anime girl sadly n was about 2 cri
"u made me bled" said aljui cuz the other day she was cleaning but hit her hed on a shelf n started bleedign n head hurt 4 few days but it was acktuallay anime girl as a ghost hauning her "i mad u blead 4 ur own good ok" anime girll sed back in defense "y??? y did i ned 2 bleed" aljui said about 2 cri 2, they weer both very emoshunal atm
"cuz.... I naver toald u but... U hav rar dizee
Not So Silent NightThe shrieks piercing the darkness of this Christmas night were inhuman, for the most part. It horrified me to realize I could tell the difference between them, and the people they slaughtered.Not So Silent Night3 days ago in Short Stories
My daughter had been so happy, waking up and seeing the blanket of snow on the ground. And even more so when the flakes continued to fall to the ground. But when we had ran, the snow was her worst enemy. Coming up to her thin ankles and tripping her. Slowing the progress. Then there was the last time. She had sunk too deep, and the snow had filled her boot. We tried to get her out but... it was no use. They gained too quickly. The snow stained red, and melting from the hot fluid.
I beg, that her mother can forgive me. For leaving our child to die. But maybe I am not to be forgiven, and I am given my judgement in the form of their hands tearing me apart.
I died that night. And so did many more. The last sound I heard, the shrieks of the dead and those who brought it upon them.
There's a monster under my bedThe monster under my bed speaks and whispers when the lights go outThere's a monster under my bed19 hours ago in Short Stories
his name is Zero and he is kind, well as kind as a monster can be.
My mother is a sickly women and father is long deceased, I myself am averagely healthy and as mother would say I have a very creative mind. I make up people like Haille and creatures like Mupp but when I tell her of Zero she points his existence to my creative imagination. Of course he isn't one of my creations because Zero unlike the others exists and can move things and give me information that I had't known previous to knowing him- such as when I was scared of the tapping at my window he whispered from the closet (his choice of location that night) "Tis only a tree branch, your bedroom is much too far up for an intruder to climb to nonetheless rap at your window!"- sensible advice, right?
One night in the month where all the leaves turn a ghastly colour and fall ever so gracefully onto the ground (I believe Zero once called this month 'October' ), I
Darkest Dream I awake staring into a blanket of stars. I feel the cold hard ground pressed firmly against my back. I stand, and I continue continue to gaze skyward from the depths of the pit that I have awoken to. How I came to be in such a place is unbeknownst to me, all that matters to me now is a desire to break free of this dark, desolate place. I reach a hand out to touch the cool surface of the wall that I would have to overcome.Darkest Dream3 days ago in Short Stories
One can only imagine the horror of it, for the wall was very nearly unscailable, and yet it was not enough to deter me from seeing the light of day again. So I began to climb the cold hard thing in front of me, clawing at the stone so as to make my ascent. And as I rose higher and higher, at a pace which invoked the greatest of madness, I endured terrible pain. Blood ran down my hands and feet, the stone left deep open wounds that I suffered from constantly as I forced myself to go ever higher.
Through the pain and the madness I climbed, my determina
Memories Are Too Strong pt.1"It was on this very day 30 years and 16 days ago on a..." James started.Memories Are Too Strong pt.14 days ago in Short Stories
"James I think you messed up the story the camp leader told us last year," butted in Rachael.
"Alright time for bed you three," James's mother said.
Devin nodded as they others said goodnight.
Devin was glad the story is over before it began. Devin is Rachael's younger brother and they both are friends with James. Devin hasn't talked much since what he calls "The Incident" which happened last year at Happy Happy Fun Camp. They all knew it sounded creepy before they left. Their parents said it was a respected facility when they went there as teenagers and that it was loads of fun. Devin and the ones who caused it, to this day, are the only ones who know what the incident really is. Just the thought of of it gave Devin nightmares that night or at least the beginning of it.
Faint quick screams.
By the time James, Rachael, and Mary were up and able to meet in the living room James was in the cor
The Temperature Dropped Like FliesAccompanied by a drop in temperature, he unexpectedly appears, yet you know he's there. Saying your disappointed by his appearance and presence would be a lie. Everyone lies when it comes to him. No one wants to admit hosting him. Such a vile creature, yet, everyone's jealous of the one who possesses him at the time. No one wants him, but comes to you In time. Those in depression are the most envious. His black cloak and gleaming scythe become enticing in times of despair. His name is death. Tell me one thing, sweetheart, did it just get colder to you?The Temperature Dropped Like Flies13 hours ago in Short Stories
Flint O'MalleyFlint O'Malley 3 days ago in Short Stories
Appearance: brownish blonde hair, blue eyes and a scar over his right eye
Story: (short version) at the age of eight him and his family moved to america fron Ireland because his father received orders to help with multiple murder cases. Flint didnt make any friends during his short time after his moving to america, but one day he met a teenage boy named Jeff, they became great friends until one night. Jeff appeared in Flint's window at the dead of night and asked to be let in. After he was let in Jeff casually walked away from Flint's room and murdered his mother and father. Flint ran to see what Jeff was doing and in a fit of rage attacked him, but to no avail. He lay on thr ground bleeding next to his parents bodies, thrn his four year old sister walked into thr room, saw what was happening and before she could speak, she was stabbed instantly killing her, Flint lay there as Jeff laughed evilly and crazily, as Flint began losing
UntitledIt's nothing against Jacksepticeye, when I see a YouTuber I love watching I will put them in a storyUntitled3 days ago in Short Stories
Jack was laying on his couch flipping through channels, a gloved hand holding a damp rag quickly cupped over his mouth. He tried to pry off the hand, but it was no use, Jack's eyes began to roll back into his head. Seconds later his hand fell limp, Jack had passed out. Figures in black had taken him out of his apartment, placed him in a truck, and they sped off.
OyukiOtra vez ahí, en aquel pueblo lleno de criaturas con poderes, asesinos, enfermos mentales, niñas abusadas y angeles terroríficos, obviamente no habían suficientes amenazas, necesitaban una nueva amenaza para los pobres e indefensos habitantes que solo buscaban la vida próspera que solían tener: Una vida llena de chicos guapos, locos años de juventud, lujos, picnics en el bosque, niños alegres jugando por los vecindarios y tranquilidad eterna, entre otras cosas mundanas.Oyuki6 days ago in Short Stories
Haru Kirishima, el nombre de la pobre chica, 15 años, sin ningún tipo de problemas, había sido una estudiante de intercambio proveniente de Japón, una linda flor de cerezo,tan bella y pura como la cristalina agua de un manantial.
No era perfecta, ni tenía un cuerpo sexy,y no tenía muchos amigos mas que el hijo de su vecina y una niña a la que no volvió a ver pero le contagiaba espíritu infantil.
Hasta aquel día….
Una chica de
Alone: AsylumMany Centuries AgoAlone: Asylum2 days ago in Short Stories
The old woman traced the symbols across the paper. Sacred symbols, passed down by the priestesses for centuries. Only they could make them, the sacred papers to purify blighted spirits.
She was ninety six now, but she never ceased her task. The shrines must always be stocked with the sacred writings, and more must be saved for the priestesses. Somewhere, her own daughter was making the papers too, and no doubt her grandchildren were putting them to good use, laying to rest those souls trapped by the dark portals.
She sorted some papers into neat stacks. Ket, to break the chains. Tekil, to dispel. Aniv, to cleanse. Koma, illumination. Yie, to Comfort.
As the woman dipped her pen back into the inkwell, the doors behind her opened. A cold gust of wind scattered the neatly stacked papers, extinguished the candles. In the center of the shrine, the Eternal Flame flickered as one of the papers flew into it.
In her youth, the old woman would have leapt to her feet. Perha
*PokePasta* Dear Shiny Hunters...My name is Eric. And, I’m a HUGE Pokemon fan… Or, atleast I was… I do this a lot. Writing on my laptop’s Notepad, just to get my thoughts out. Ya’ know, treating it like a diary of sorts. My therapist recommended it, actually… Ugh, but don’t even get me started on him… He doesn’t believe a word I say. Let alone, words I type.*PokePasta* Dear Shiny Hunters...2 days ago in Short Stories
Anyway, I, um… Well, I mentioned Pokemon for a reason… I’m what you’d consider to be a “shiny hunter”. I like chaining, and DexNaving on all of the different routes of my Omega Ruby copy, trying to find shiny Pokemon for my collection. The thrill. The anticipation. It’s a feeling that’s unmatched, and indescribable.
It all happened about two weeks ago… After a successful DexNav for a shiny Skitty, I decided to make my way into Rusturf Tunnel and do some hoarding for my next one. For those whom don’t know, the only Pokemon that can be encountered in Rus
The Jaguars end It had been a few days sense Wolfs arrival, and in that time Zen has learned a lot about the poor girl. She was brainwashed by the church to do anything they wanted. She's the same age as Bridget. She doesn't know her real name so the priests just called her Wolf because of her long white hair.The Jaguars end 1 week ago in Short Stories
"Well you've had a shit life haven't you". Says Zen sitting on a chair in the kitchen."Heh, yeah". Wolf says with an awkward smile. "Oh don't be like that Wolfie". Says Victoria holding the other vampires hand. "He was only joking". "Well okay". "So can either of you get up yet"? William asks trying to change the subject.he looks at the still bloated but nowhere near as stuffed bellies. "Well I think we've taken up enough of your time dear so I'll try". Victoria reaches out her hand for William to grab. It takes a bit longer than 30 seconds before she's finally up. "Urf I hate gravity". Says an uncomfortable looking Victoria who's rubbing her groaning abdomen. "Well your turn now Wolf". Wi
Bunny - CreepypastaI don’t remember anything. I only know that I was in a car crash while driving to my parents funeral and I was diagnosed with amnesia, I am thirteen years old and my name is Allie Stones. I’m currently living in the countryside with my aunt and uncle. My aunt told me my parents had died but she didn’t tell me how they died, which annoys me, I mean, they’re my parents! I should know how they died!Bunny - Creepypasta3 hours ago in Short Stories
The door creaks as I open it and I walk inside and walk towards my mirror on the wall. I stare at myself, My blonde, messy, unbrushed hair rests on my shoulders. Questions flood into my head, Who was I before I got amnesia? Did I do something that was unforgivable? I look away from the mirror and I lay down on the pink bed in my small room. I feel like everyone avoids me. My aunt and uncle always looked away when they saw me staring at them, like I would infect them or something if they made eye contact with me. I grabbed my stuffed bunny that was sitting next to me on
Haunted: Day 1 I pull a turtleneck sweater over the bruising on my neck, apply gauze to the cut on my wrist, and put on some foundation to cover the dark circles under my eyes.Haunted: Day 13 days ago in Short Stories
I ignore the creeping feeling of being watched when I find a box of cereal and a bowl already taken out for me in the kitchen. The thermostat is even set to a decently warm temperature, even though I hadn’t bothered to set it last night when I cam home.
“Burn it,” I mutter. “Burn it all.” Oh, what I would give for a fireplace right now. Instead, I make do with throwing it all in a trash bag and walking down three flights of stairs to dispose of it in the community dumpster.
I’m turning to head back, staying as far away from the crime scene as possible, when I spot a familiar blue sedan pull into t
Bill Kieffer's THE GOAT: Building a Perfect VictimSAMPLE PAGES OF "THE GOAT: BUILDING A PERFECT VICTIM" BY BILL KIEFFERBill Kieffer's THE GOAT: Building a Perfect Victim4 days ago in Short Stories
COMING LATER THIS YEAR FROM RED FERRET PRESS.
The improvements in Cheech were so minor as to be almost unnoticeable. There was only so much an untrained mage like Glenn could do. Towards the end of the month, Cheech began to misbehave a bit. I had to beat him a few times and, because goats are stubborn, it took awhile to correct those aberrant behaviors.
The part I had trouble accepting was that Cheech was Glenn, of course. A mage is limited to what he could do to himself safely. Glenn was afraid of getting stuck halfway and locking in a satyr form. He hated satyrs. Satyrs were too human, too naked, too smart. He wanted total annihilation of his humanity. Yet, he needed his smarts and magery to become Cheech. My beating him senseless took him the rest of the way, almost.
We were still short of what Glenn wanted.
What he needed.
I was delivering warded car parts when I realized I might be able to help him with
LonelyIt was a normal day. nothing really happening. The sun was shining, birds were singing, flowers were blooming. It was spring when it happened, looking at the news that there were strange disappearances in town each night. There was always no trace except every witness said that the ones disappearing would say "I feel so alone" or something around that quote. Now, I feel alone...I feel like everyone is leaving my life...maybe there is no life? Am I really alive...is this real? Is this all just a dream? I ponder this many times without knowing it. Why does it hurt so much? Why is my body hurting? Is there something wrong with me? Why-Lonely1 week ago in Short Stories
tras los pasos del pasado capitulo 6tras los pasos del pasado capitulo 61 hour ago in Short Stories
Las chicas al ver al chico disparar se cubren entre sí, pero la bala golpea en la pared ocasionando que el polvo de la pared segara a las chicas, y cuando este se quitó Marie noto que el chico ya no estaba…
Marie: NO PUEDE SER SOLO FUE UNA DISTRACCION*dijo la pelirroja molesta y mientras salía corriendo de su casa para buscar al chico rápidamente*
Marie corría por las calles de Danville *aun lloviendo* buscando a tairon…pero ya eran 5:30 am…y aun la pelirroja no encontraba rastro del chico…
Marie: no puede ser se escapó*se dijo así misma molesta*
La pelirroja dio la media vuelta para volver a su casa cuando…se escuchó un bote de basura caer ocasionando que Marie volteara a ver que sucedía.
Marie: tairon*dijo con un tono molesto y serio*
Tairon se levanta del suelo y se sacude, poniéndose en una posición tranquila.
Tairon: oye lindura que haces fuera de tu casa…sabes que está lloviendo, podr&