Four Months In, Four Months WithoutTwo Weeks Without:Four Months In, Four Months Without1 month ago in Short Stories
The funeral was this Wednesday. His mother was there, and his sister cried the whole time. They ignored me, and it was like I wasn’t even there. I don’t think they wanted me there, they never did. They may have loved their son but they have never loved me. The truth is, I’m scared to go back home, his ghost still waits for me and I want him back but not like this. I miss him, or really someone that could actually stand being around me.
I even miss the arguing. I remember just how annoying it was. He always thought he knew what was right for me, for us. Sometimes I said things just to see if he really cared, and sometimes I believed the things I said. It was comforting to hear those reassurances, and now that’s just something I can no longer count on. I realize there’s a lot I can no longer count on, and I can’t believe he’s gone.
The room seems colder now, and the darkness is overbearing. I keep waking up in the middle of the
Ancient ConstrictorAncient Constrictor1 month ago in Short Stories
It was a gorgeously hot day in the Guyana lowlands, the river running majestically through the clearing. The sound of splashing water against sharp rocks was soothing, the various squarks and wails of the rainforest filling the air. It was a humongous rainforest, surrounded by an escapade of razor sharp rocks, stretching higher than the clouds themselves. In the early hours of the morning, the dim rays of weak sunlight contrasted against the canopy, the green shading filtering down onto the forest floor. Army ants raced through the pathways, consuming all in their path, remorselessly killing wherever they went. A melanistic clouded leopard rested atop a branch as it yawned, readying itself for a day of ambush hunting. In the valley, new species were hidden for thousands of years, untouched by mankind. However, there was one human who visited the area, sitting down beside the flowing river, washing her thick hair, brighter than t
Man In The Woods (TeenAvengersXReader) OneShotMan In The Woods (TeenAvengersXReader) OneShot1 month ago in Short Stories
"This tale begins on the cold evening of Halloween when four teenagers were sitting around in the middle of the woods, just like we a-"
"God dammit no one wants to hear your shitty stories Clint!" Tony, the eldest of the group, shouted drunk. True they had only been sitting around the fire for a mere hour but he had decided to start the party off hard. "I wanna hear something (F/N)'s got up her hot ass." Bucky stared coldly at Tony for this comment but went no further knowing there was no point to it.
"Alright," (F/N) stood up and walked to the middle of the circle, surrounding her was; Tony Stark, Clint Barton, and her older brother 'Bucky' Barns. Quickly deciding which story she would tell (F/N) smirked knowing the boys would be cowering by the end. It was a tale her and her brother had been told as kids when growing up in Germany, one that could make grown men curl in a ball of paranoia for days. Maybe she was cruel to tel
A Coward's TransformationNew York, 1777A Coward's Transformation3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Behind him, the chaos and clamor of war continued unabated. The ripping sound of musket volleys, the roar of cannon fire and the clash of steel, and the screams of men made for the most hellish of symphonies. He didn’t need to imagine the carnage that was ensuing, since Edwin had—until just a moment ago—been in the thick of it himself. The visceral nature of combat had been seared into his brain like a branding iron. He remembered the thick, heavy resistance he felt as he plunged a bayonet into a man’s belly, or the way a pistol shot blew out the back of a man’s head. The way bones sounded like green sticks snapping when they broke under the impact of a musket’s stock, or how wounded men always screamed for their mothers, or how the dying ones always shit themselves right before they gave up their ghosts. He remembered the whistling shriek of cannon shot, and the earth-shattering roar as the shells exploded.
And the s
Creepypasta: Bosque De Los MuertosBosque De Los Muertos (translated to "Forest of the Dead") was once a local national forest in the United States. Known for its lush green plantation and cedar oak trees that filled the air with the sweet fragrance, to its crystal clean brooks and waterfalls. Reason why it was nicknamed "The Forest of the Dead" is because the forest produces windy whispers through the trees, giving the illusion of spirits communicating with the living. The forest is secluded on a small island on the Pacific Ocean. On boat, tourists would stop by for a break and walk the beautiful nature trail. Basically, to get away from it all. Now, under federal law, the site is closed to the general public and people cannot go there anymore.Creepypasta: Bosque De Los Muertos3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Many claim that an unidentifiable pathogen ravaged the island, and by orders of the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, people are not allowed to venture into the territory unless you are a scientist or with the military.
But the real truth is, the spirit of one of the pa
The Disillusion MagicianThe Disillusion Magician1 month ago in Short Stories
“Now my dear! Throw the cards into the air!” the magician instructs, the audience watching closely, all are silent. He waits for his queue, heart beating fast in his chest. With great speed, his hand reaches under his cloak, spinning on his heel; three daggers launch from his extended arm. All hit with a loud *thud*, a card pinned to one of the dagger’s blade.
The silent room explodes into a roar of applause and cheers. The audience, who were on the edge of their seats; all stood up with amazement. Stunned on how he was able to get the right card pinned to the sharp dagger. The trick was perfect, he took a bow; a wide grin on his face at the standing ovation.
A gurgle, her desperate gasps for air. This is all she heard, watching the mad magician bow to a still rotting audience as they cheered for him in his mind. A dagger piecing her leg, one missing her eye by a mere sliver of a fraction, a card stabbed by the card. The last however buried deep into her throat. Blood
All in your mindBeware the puppet man.All in your mind1 week ago in Short Stories
His music keeps him calm,
the flashlight's gone.
If the music stops,
Your heart drops.
if you take too long,
the night will prolong.
Beware the puppet man, child.
His long fingers reach out,
please do not pout,
He'll make it quick,
He feasts on your screams,
even your dreams,
Try to run,
If he doesnt catch you.
the bun will.
If the bun doesnt catch you,
the fox sure can.
If the fox doesnt,
the bear will.
So, sit down, take a pill.
It's all in your mind.
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.Breathing4 days ago in Short Stories
I later found out she had died of a heart attack five minutes prior.
Sickness (void deaths)EmmaSickness (void deaths)3 weeks ago in Short Stories
"No no, I'm fine," Emma insisted shakily, not wanting to make her girlfriend worry. Her usually tan body had drained to a sickly pale. She had been sick for a few days, but it hit her hard, having a low immune system. Her girlfriend Mitzy smiled before reluctantly leaving to go to her own home, like Emma had insisted. She was left alone, shaking from cold beneath multiple layers of blankets, and occasionally dry heaving. She could feel that she wasn't going to recover, and started writing a note. Her note was written in Spanish since she never learnt to write in English, and her handwriting was sloppy due to the writhing pain. About halfway into the note she had to stop, her body not letting in any oxygen. she grasped for air, but nothing came.
It was early morning in project void, when a scream ripped through the air. Jia started screaming for help on the sight. Christo's pale body slumped against a tree by the lake, dried blood running down his nose. Jia started to drag
Creepypasta (?) : Something StupidCreepypasta (?): Something StupidCreepypasta (?) : Something Stupid1 week ago in Short Stories
Late September. Too early for the leaves to change, too early to justify wearing a heavy coat. And for Jeff the Killer, it was also too early in the morning for this shit.
“For the love of danged Dagon will you stop yelling into your headset!” the teenage serial killer shrieked as he battered his pale fists against BEN’s bedroom door. The Slendermansion was rarely a place known for being tranquil or even tolerable, but this morning the flurry of blue-tinged language emanating from BEN’s dorm was intense enough to boil water.
And Jeff had a very low boiling point. He had already pounded the door enough to leave indentations on the wooden frame, and apparently BEN either didn’t hear him or more likely didn’t care. If it hadn’t been for that door, Jeff would have gladly shattered BEN’s spine an hour ago. Speaking of BEN, the next thing Jeff heard was the obsessive gamer’s voice through the obstr
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
Beautiful Heart - Yandere!Law x ReaderThump...ThumpBeautiful Heart - Yandere!Law x Reader3 weeks ago in Short Stories
The sound of your heart was loud in your ears as you pressed yourself further into the closet, peeking out through the single crack to look inside the empty room. The sounds of your crew mates crying and screaming were loud in clear in your ears, causing you to tightly shut your eyes. All you asked for was an alliance, but who knew that would turn out to be your biggest mistake...
-Six Months Ago-
You and your crew mates had stopped at a small island, you weren't well known pirates but you did have a plentiful bounty on your head. It was around that time you had met him, you knew him very well with his wanted poster plaster in the papers. He was known as Trafalgar Law the 'Surgeon of Death'. His bounty was at least two hundred million, a good choice for protection in your book. With how many crew members you were losing each week from countless battles with enemy ships and the Navy, you knew you would have to form an alliance sometime down the road.
With an air of confide
ShadowsYou wake up in the middle of the night. You can't move any part of your body no matter what you do and it's dark while the only light shines from the Moon outside the window in your room. You think it's odd that you're awake and yet you can't move. Suddenly, you see something that's opening the door to your room. It looks like a black hand, then a black arm, and then a full pitch black body and the blackness of the figure is darker than night. It looks humanoid, but it has no facial features. It just keeps getting closer to you, and barely made a sound as it walked. You've never been scared like this in your entire life since this hasn't happened to you before. As it walks toward you, you start whimpering. As it gets closer to you, you pray to whatever God you believe in, but you have this feeling that it isn't going to be answered anyway. The shadowy being is right next to you, and he put his hands around your neck and starts to strangle you. You begin to choke and wonder what you'veShadows3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Illure Lire Lovora Morgue Part IIllure Lire Lovora Morgue Part IIllure Lire Lovora Morgue Part I3 weeks ago in Short Stories
In the ominous clouds within the somber sky lay total blackness in the world of the heavens above, yet to no avail it seemed that the heavens had no conceivable way of permeating through the murky gloom that contaminated it. It was very common for one to see the sky so filled with darkness over the island of Ikashi, for the island is famously known as the, “Island of Death” because the residents of the island are all undead despite the fact that the island is filled with forestation and the island itself appears to look altogether healthy,fertile and in much better condition than the Gigento plains. And even the ocean that surrounds the island was filled with terrors in the deep abysmal reaches of the crevices of the ocean bottom, and the water itself was darker than black making it impossible to see any thing in the water. The air was silent, still and somewhat stifling to those who continue to cling to the vestiges of depression.
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
What Hides In These Woods? I jerked awake, I found myself in a small clearing, surrouned by trees. My head ached, I couldn't remember...anything. Who am I..? Where am I..? While I pondered on those thoughts, a few memories came back to me. I remember...I remember being at a party...with a few friends...What Hides In These Woods?1 month ago in Short Stories
"Come on, Devyn. Don't be such a fraidy-cat." The girl beside me had laughed, and looked at me..there was a drink in her hand..it was red. "I don't know...the woods sound dangerous.." I responded, my words were slurred. 'Was I drinking..?' I thought. "Oh come on, all three of us will go. You, Kylie, and me." A guy chuckled next to us. 'So my name is Devyn...her name is Kylie...and his name..?' "Okay, Josh." Kylie said. "Now will you go?" She asked me. "No way, Kylie. There's a ton of lore on those woods. Who knows if they're true or not?" I asked. "Exactly. So lets go, and we could find out!" Kylie said. "Urgh...fine." I groaned.
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.
Introduction to: The Painter WorldIntroduction to: The Painter World1 week ago in Short Stories
It was later in the evening, right at the time of closing, as a young man carrying a large portfolio hurries up the white steps of the gallery. He's greeted vigorously by the head at the door, nodding and forcing a smile on his face. He was glad they took up his offer to let him work after hours, more or less because he was desperate to find that spark again; that which he'd lost months ago.
"So glad to see you. I'm a big fan of your work! Please come in." The man spoke as he ushered him inside.
"I have to thank you for letting me do this. You can have whatever piece I complete before the sun rises." The painter replied emptily. That is if he completed anything...
The owner beamed and began to lead him through the gallery. His eyes scanned the work of the college students, his jaw shifting as his sight came over a select few of them. Most felt static, void of meaning, though the ones he did take interest in had a life which he had yet to grasp
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
The ExperimentRunning.The Experiment2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Running from the thing that most terrifies her, even in her sleep. Her house was getting closer, she knew that she may or may not make curfew. The sun was setting and she knew her chances were slim to none, her single mother always locked the door when the sun set. As she looked back she saw the all black figure catching up to her, not even tiring. The adrenaline pumping in her blood, her heartbeat pounding in her head.
Terror does something to people. It heightens their awareness, the senses, the muscles, but more importantly the emotions. As she rounded the corner she tried to open the door, it was locked. She shook the handle and pounded on the door, screaming for help. She did not want to become another one of the Experiments. Not very many people lived, but the ones that did had terrible, inhuman, godlike powers and twisted minds for the controlling of Dr. V.
The all black figure wore the insignia of the Experiments on his chest, a bright blue dragon baring his teeth
the Ivory Stake"Two beasts, or not two beasts, that is the question !"the Ivory Stake1 month ago in Short Stories
He declaimed with deep, theatrical voice; hence put back the strange skull on the desk, carved with bizarre geometries, and sank into the comfortable armchair.
"You think you're entertaining, don't you ?"
She reproachfully replied, while a veil of pure suffering obscured her eyes.
Then the attention of both was caught by the noise of approaching steps, so heavy to let the dust fall from the many useless tapestries of the redundantly furnished, decadent room.
The couple awaited in silence, more curious than fearful, the few minutes needed by the invaders to approach them, and when the sturdy door was knocked down, they smiled.
Doctor Manle, an old acquaintance, was facing them again, after dozens of attempts of killing the couple, obviously gone wrong. Behind him stood, not less than thirty villagers, all come to kill the 'demons'.
"The night is not far to come, my dear, and it hasn't been pretty nice of you to bring all this lives
Pawn Shop Painting I always loved pawn shops, thrift shops, and anywhere else I could get a few cheap knick knacks for a cheap price. I was a hoarder, and I was proud to admit it. Though it wasn't always junk that I bought, some of the stuff I purchased seemed pretty cool, or at least in my opinion.Pawn Shop Painting2 weeks ago in Short Stories
There was one item in particular thought that made me question just lousily buying unknown objects from random stores. This was a painting of a dog and his woodsman-looking owner. A taller man wearing a plaid shirt and brown cargo jacket matching his loose cargo pants., holding a rifle over his shoulder. I didn't give much care to what the picture was, but the realism of the painting is what caught my attention. It was almost like a photograph instead of a painted piece on a paper canvas. I quickly purchased the painting out of amazement in how great the quality was, and brought it back home with me.
The rest of the walls in my house were covered in ot
Grand ol BallStudents walked around the abandoned green house chatting loudly with excitement. They went around in groups, some smaller, bigger, others just in pairs or plainly alone.Grand ol Ball2 weeks ago in Short Stories
And him, well, he was one of the kind that walked in pairs, a probably big surprise to everyone around.
Somehow he had managed to ask the Guidance counselor to the ball, hard to tell which one of them both were more astonished about it, Gunner for being asked by the stoic and antisocial hunter or Messenger for actually gathering the courage to do so, it was no secret he sucked at being social.
But hell, the blond even felt a bit… flustered… when he went to pick her up from her dorm room and the brunette opened the door wearing a beautiful dress that left him with no words because he didn’t knew what to say. Yes, he was bad at his. Worst was that… well he hadn’t put a lot of effort into his attire.
Wine red dress shirt, black jeans, the small rusted winged badge and of course, the always p