Ghosts Don't Tell LiesOnce upon a time, my best friend died. It was a stupid little accident, something that could have ended with a scare and a scraped elbow, but ended in an endless string of condolences. Not so much for me, for the family. I tried to support them then, but they didn't need me. I was not sure they had even needed my friend all that much. They grieved and cried a little at the funeral, and then moved on. I know they did, because I didn't.Ghosts Don't Tell Lies1 month ago in Short Stories
I couldn't for some time, because it just hurt too damn much, and then, I couldn't for a whole other reason. You see, my friend came back to me. Not to the family, not to Sam, who had been dating him for two weeks, right before his death, but to me.
I saw him appear one night, almost translucent in the moonlight. He appeared outside my window and knocked. I did not run then. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. If I had lost my grip on reality, it was worth it for being able to talk again, smile again and make our dumb jokes that made me laugh until
Trigger MeBreathing. Intense, sharp, painful breathing. The air burned my lungs and throat as the air escaped. Then it returned over and over again. It was an involentary movement the body was use to, but it was the quickness that it came that threw everything off. In front of me a dark figure stood exuding dark clouds from the pores of its skin. I felt nothing but terrifyingly confusing emotions. I noticed the smile plastered on its face. It was clear at first but the longer I stared everything began to blur. Then there was nothing.Trigger Me4 days ago in Short Stories
"Mitch!" a light shaking woke me.
"Mitch are you alright?" My friend stood above me along with a crowd of unrecognizable people. I looked around for a moment realizing where I was then I looked back at the worried gaze of my friend.
"Henry? What happened?" He helped sit me up.
"You had a-a weird athsma attack or something and just completley passed out..."
I rubbed my head. I remebered the bell ringing and we started going to fourth period. I wanted to stop by
ZeroIn a life stuck in my own imagination being a child felt like I had lived a thousand years. Like any other kid my imagination was where I lived, where I thrived. But something that I did something I created, was different even dangerous. I assumed that I was normal, that nothing was wrong. But this was a mistake that everyone would regret, and everyone would fear.Zero4 days ago in Short Stories
"Stop it!" I screamed.
"Oh yeah, why should we?!" The girls yelled, kicking dirt into my face.
"Stop it or--or else Zero will come and get you!" I would yell, my eyes watering.
They just laughed, continuing to mock me. But then the air went silent. Nothing made a sound for several seconds, but I still refused to look up. I laid still on the dirt, covering my face until I heard the three girls yell and run away. Finally I heard a voice, a soft but sly voice.
"Hey, it's alright. You can get up now."
I rubbed my sleeve across my face, trying to wipe away the snot and tears. Looking up I saw what looked like a young woman, but so
HungryHe moved the chair a few inches across the floor.Hungry1 month ago in Short Stories
The sound of wood scraping against linoleum resonated through the house. He clenched his teeth and waited. The familiar noise of his mother's footsteps never came. He released a heavy breath and lifted a single bare foot onto the seat of the chair.
He gripped its back with a large, pudgy hand and pulled himself up. He balanced for a moment and gasped for air. His arms hung wearily at his sides and he looked up. There atop the refrigerator was his favorite cake neatly packaged in a box of Little Debbie's. His tongue wrapped around his lips like a snake slithering from its hole. He took a deep breath and lifted his arms over his head.
"Nathan Phineas Glutton!"
His mother's words dripped from her lips and filled his skull. He felt his eardrums retreat inside him to shrivel into mounds of flesh and die. Nathan turned to face her and offset his perfectly balanced body. He toppled over the back of the chair and laid sprawled across the
It Wasn't Jack: A Halloween Tale“Jack, I thought I told you to tidy your room?”It Wasn't Jack: A Halloween Tale1 month ago in Short Stories
“I’ll do it tomorrow mum. I promise.”
I look around my son’s room with visible exasperation. His bedroom floor is completely strewn with bits of lego, books, clothing and video game controllers. The dark blue carpet is barely visible beneath all the mess.
“Okay but if it’s not sparkly clean by this time tomorrow then I will cancel our trip to Disney World. Trust me.”
Jack sighs. “Finnnnne.”
“Come on now, it’s well past your bedtime. Go and brush your teeth and then get into bed honey. It’s late.”
Jack drops the pieces of lego in his hand next to the large castle he is constructing out of the multicoloured blocks. He runs out of the room toward the bathroom. I ruffle his hair as he rushes past.
I start to pick up some of the clothes he has left across the bedroom doorway. I walk across his room, fold them roughly and place them on the rocking c
GendermanGenderman1 month ago in Short Stories
I was walking through my house getting ready for Halloween. I was happy a smile across my face as I hung all the decorations with care. Hoping it'll give those kids a scare. Sin was sleeping since he had much to on Halloween the next day.
Carmela was trying on her outfit to see if it fit her right. The Writer was checking the lights. We had to make sure they werr bright. In a jolly mood I began to sing to myself.
Me; "Slenderman Slenderman, does whatever a Slenderman does. Is he there, no he's not. Oh my god there is the Slenderman!" I paused looking at the weird being in my living room. My face showed my confusion equal.
It looked like one half was the normal Slenderman with a jaw but smaller and the other half female with lipstick on. On its neck was two symbols one being male the other being female.
Me; "What are you?" The other smiled. It;
Trick-Or-Tickle: Pumpkin KidsTrick-Or-Tickle: Pumpkin Kids1 month ago in Short Stories
Katie opened the front door of her house only a crack, and glanced outside. The streets were packed with children, and their parents, as they made their way door-to-door, ringing doorbells, and saying ‘trick-or-treat’ as loud as they could. Katie smiled. The girl remembered the last time she went out on Halloween, and harassed people for candy.
“Cute, but too bad I’m too old to do that anymore,” the girl thought, closing her door. Normally Katie would have given candy out like the rest of her neighbors, but the girl had other plans that night.
Katie was a beautiful young woman. She had long brown hair that fell to the small of her back, beautiful dark brown eyes, small rounded shoulders and perky breasts. The girl was garbed in a white t-shirt, that was tucked into a pair of blue jeans, with black shoes and socks on her feet.
Making her way to the backdoor, the girl carefully opened it, and stepped outside into the night. The backyard wasn’t that big
Broken ForetellingI stared at the letter on the kitchen table, dread filling my entire being. The words all blurred together through angry tears. There was nothing I could do now, so I went through the silverware drawer until I found what I wanted. Slipping it into my pocket, I turned around and walked out of your apartment for the last time. Never again, I promised myself. Never again.Broken Foretelling1 week ago in Short Stories
Outside the wind was brisk and refreshing, drying my tears and blowing my sorrow away. All that was left was a smoldering anger, and an unbridled rage. Every person was my enemy. Every person was to blame. THEY had taken you away, and no amount of pleading or begging would bring you back. You were gone. Forever.
“Hey! Give us your money and your life!” jeered the two bulky thugs, crowding me against a building. No one stopped. No one looked. It was just me against two jerks, asking for everything. Intent on taking if I wouldn't give.
They were the enemy. It was their fault. They were to blame. If I didn
The CarnieIt started off as a dare. A stupid, foolish dare given in an attempt to rattle the boy who’d so carelessly declared mediums to be frauds.The Carnie1 month ago in Short Stories
“You don’t believe in ghosts?” his friend had shouted defensively, a scoff ripping form his throat.
“I believe they exist in the same place as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny,” the boy had stated bluntly as he scooped a large amount of ranch dip up with a chip. “In the imagination.”
“Spirits are real,” the boy’s friend argued. “My aunt’s a medium and she talks to them all the time. The dead have voices. Just because you’re deaf to their cries doesn’t mean they don’t surround us.”
“You,” the boy had pointed his chip at his friend before eating it in one bite, “need medication. And so does your aunt.”
“You know what, Abe,” the boy’s friend’s face turned redder than a fire truck, “if you
My Body has DiedWhen someone speaks about immortality, what is the first thought that comes into your mind? What are the pros? Well, naturally... living forever without fear of death. But, what does that entail?My Body has Died1 week ago in Short Stories
Naturally immortality does not mean immunity to pain. Immortality would not take away your brain's natural response to stimuli of course. But then that begs the question, what can happen to your body if you become immortal? Rephrased: to what extent can your body be damaged before immortality prevents it from being harmed any further? Well, that is not exactly how immortality works.
Immortality means safety from death. But what is death, but the escaping of oneself from their mortal shell? As humans our bodies expire. We were not built to live forever. Even if somehow the aging of our bodies were to cease, there is nothing that can keep them from being hurt in other ways. Suppose someone who is immortal starves themselves. Their body cannot continue on, as it needs food, it needs energy, in or
HairHer silky blonde curls bounced in time with the clicks of her heels. Computer chairs swiveled in her direction. Looks of burning lust pelted her back. She was elegance, confidence, radiance.Hair1 month ago in Short Stories
Evee begged herself to stumble, to let the carrier of burning coffees and warm seasonal lattes pour over her boss. Stupid bitch. She thought as she trailed behind with the rest of the assistants and entourage. I have to haul your shit and follow you like a god forsaken puppy. You're a fucking CEO, a billionaire, and probably a goddess too. Carry your own damn junk.
But as much as Evee despised her boss, she wanted to be her. Soft, tan skin. Hourglass figure. Cobalt blue eyes that made men fall in love and women flee in terror. She was the heir to one of the top five wealthiest companies in the Northern hemisphere. Once her father died, Veronica Stanford stood to be the wealthiest woman in business. As if she didn't already have everything.
"Evangelina, doll, I
Escape - Yandere!Eustass Kid x ReaderYou don't know how it happened. How your captain had developed this obsessive behavior towards you. For awhile he looked fine and acted perfectly normal, but then after someone asked you to join their crew something snapped in him. It was the first time you ever felt fear towards your captain as you watched him beat the man into a bloody pulp, almost killing him if you hadn't stopped him. Then came the touches, he constantly had to have you near him or his arm around you.Escape - Yandere!Eustass Kid x Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories
This went on for months 'til finally he just grew frustrated with the males that would approach you on every island you stopped by. First you couldn't leave the ship then finally it dwindled down to where you couldn't leave his room, you were stuck in there with him day and night. The more the days passed by, this strange behavior of his became clearer and the more afraid you became as you wanted out. This wasn't like the hotheaded man you had met so long ago that had asked you to join his crew. This man was completel
Night of the NecromancerNight of the Necromancer1 week ago in Short Stories
Somewhere in Europe, 877 A.D.
Elaina loved the night.
The road on which she walked was barely more than a goat track, trampled by the hooves of horses and the feet of men into a rough trail that led down the mountainside and into the sprawling forest below. The stars twinkled overhead, like candles waiting to be snuffed out in the dark, and if she could she would have extinguished them all, one by one, until eternal twilight descended upon the wide and ruinous world.
Her black robe and hood made her amorphous in the star-lit gloom, a living shadow, formless and impenetrable, that seemed to float along the lonely quiet path, and she moved with a spider’s eerie grace. She was beautiful, yes, but it was beauty of the most dangerous sort, like that of a poisonous flower: striking to behold but deadly to any who dare touch or taste it. Thus however dark the night became, she would always and ever be darker still.
Darkness beyond darkness.
Men feared the night. Be they hi
October Task - T.L.Running as fast as his thin legs could carry him, the battered Frenchman raced through the carnival’s crowd of customers, tripping and falling with every few steps. It was commonplace to see T.L. perform what his son had affectionately named as “T.L.’s Panic Runs” through the carnival, so even the customers weren’t very concerned with the incredibly small frame bumping and pushing its way through the seemingly never ending ocean of tourists. What they didn’t notice was that this time T.L. wasn’t crying, or even scared. He was mad. Furious even.October Task - T.L.1 month ago in Short Stories
He had already searched around the rides, the attractions and was headed towards the games when he heard his sons voice over everything else in the crowd. T.L.’s eyes flared – if there was anyone in this godforsaken carnival who knew what was going on, it was that disgusting monster in human skin he had for a son. He skidded to a stop, and changed directions for the Smash-A-Zombie at f
Halloween He met them on Halloween. It was the only time I could let him out. To let him be a normal child. Any other day would be filled with pain and abuse for him. But on Halloween he could be free. They came to the house just before we left.Halloween 1 month ago in Short Stories
"Trick or Treat?"
A trio of two boys and a girl.
The girl was dressed as an Angel.
One boy was a Bandit.
The other was a Ghost.
I gave them their treats and called my son. The three children took their time leaving. They saw him as he stepped out the door.
They day after Halloween came and so did they. And the day after that, and the day after that, and all throughout the year.
Everyday that trio came. Some times it was two, sometimes it was one, but they all came for the same reason. They wanted to see their friend. So did he. Everyday he would stare out the window and wait for his friends to come.
Soon Spring morphed into Summer. It was time for me to work at the camp. The three children were going too. I knew I had to bring him. The thought of him
Schmetterling, du boeses DingEs begab einst vor langer Zeit, eine höchst seltsame Begebenheit. Ein frommer Mann im Garten saß und ganz gemütlich Zeitung las. Sein Aug' erblickte ein gar komisch' Ding - ich schwör's, es war ein Schmetterling. Mannshoch, man glaubt es kaum. Dreist flog er über'n Gartenzaun. Was dann geschah zwischen Mann und Wesen, ist wie folgt nachzulesen:Schmetterling, du boeses Ding2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Der Mann betrachtete das Wesen, dass vor ihm stand. So etwas hatte er noch nie zuvor gesehen. Er fragte sich, was sein merkwürdiger Gast wohl von ihm wollte. Schließlich wohnte er so weit abgeschieden, dass er nie Besuch bekam. Was ihm nur recht war. So war er nicht sehr erfreut, dass nun jemand seine Ruhe störte.
Schmetterling, du fremdes Ding!
Was führt dich in meinen Garten?
Die Neugier führte mich zu dir,
in dein abgeschiedenes Domizil.
Bei diesen Worten vollführte der Fremde eine Drehung, die in einer eleganten Verbeugung endete. Die schwarz
Broken (Two-Face x Riddler w/ Dr. Arkham)“Yes, I want you to beg, I want you to plead~” Moans of pain and fear filled the small room, the air warm and smelling of sweat and sex. There was a muffled crash and a low groan before the room went silent except for the soft pants. A few minutes later a disheveled Edward Nigma was tossed into his cell, clothes stinking of sex and clearly used to clean up the mess of his sexual ‘escapade.’Broken (Two-Face x Riddler w/ Dr. Arkham)1 month ago in Short Stories
“Now now don’t look so angry~ if you’re not careful you might just get more medicine.” Nigma grit his teeth and went to change while the person on the other side of the cell watched with a blank yet sinister look about him. Jeremiah Arkham was a respected psychologist at the Asylum, naturally carrying the family’s legacy into a higher standing to atone for his great great grandfathers descent into madness, or so it seemed to the public and staff. Behind the scenes he was just as cruel and insane as the patients he dealt with, often zeroing
The Death Bells"The Death Bells"The Death Bells1 month ago in Short Stories
by Alex Sorrow
Taking a brief moment of rest from his labor, Logan leaned against his shovel and took a few deep breaths. His arms ached from digging, but the cool night air felt relaxing on his sweaty face, and he turned back to his work, to the grave. Logan worked the night shift at Mercy's End Cemetery, as a gravedigger. A cruel fact of life that he learned on the job was that while demand for graves was always low, the supply had to be high, and he now recalled this philosophy with a grin and a light chuckle. He was nearly finished with his task, the grave was almost complete. Logan was so proud of his work that he was tempted to request that he be buried here. It was a bit of dark humor, but there was a lot of that working around coffins and corpses.
Logan's shovel slid into the dirt again with a wet, sucking sound, and he grunted as his glove-clad hands lifted the dirt and tossed it out of the hole. The moonlight illuminated the h
Here's the massacre (Prologue)Here's the massacre (Prologue)2 weeks ago in Short Stories
It wasn't even 7 PM, and the two friends Dylan and Danny, were absolutely shit faced. A mere 2 hours ago, and Danny insisted that he only would stay for a few drinks, and leave. That is, until Dylan got the Valium and weed out, a terrible combination. Danny leaned on Dylan as they trotted out of the nightclub down the dark alley, both laughing at nothing in particular. Dylan had snuck a bottle of Vodka out of the club, and was chugging it, passing it onwards to Danny.
"Hoe, stop touching me!" Dylan pushed him off, snorting like a pig.
"Motherfucker, you like being touched.." he pushed himself against Dylan, muttering 'come here' a few times. He tumbled a little, and Dylan somehow caught him. "Bitch get your dumbass up." He pulled him to a standing position, leading him away. "Yo, who's this fucker?" They stopped, seeing some man simply standing in the middle of the alley towards the end. It was dark, and street lights laminated behind him. They couldn't see his face, a h
Wayward Souls“They’re coming!”Wayward Souls1 month ago in Short Stories
“I know, it sounds like they’re on the stairs. Keep an eye on them.”
“You got it!”
As Collin left the room, I shoved the old spell book into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. I tucked my blonde ponytail into my crimson jacket and patted myself down. Phone, wallet, keys? Oh, right. Stupid apocalypse. Even a month into the nightmare and I still found myself holding onto old habits. Guns, flashlight, machete? Check, check, and checkmate! That’s more like it.
I drew my .22 pistol and flicked on the flashlight under its barrel. Collin phased through the door effortlessly, but his face was tense. From the volume of the moans creeping up the stairwell, I could tell my barricades had failed. “How many are we dealing with?” I asked.
“Only five or so,” Collin replied. “But there are more where they came from.
A Trump in the Night: A Donald Trump Horror StoryIt was a dark, foggy October evening in Washington D.C., and outside of the Senate chamber within the north wing of the Capitol, a young government intern stood waiting. She was dressed fashionably in a pink business dress and heavy black overcoat, and she clutched a manila folder full of campaign posters tightly to her chest. Her name was Rosa, Rosa Reynosa, and she was a beautiful young Mexican woman with a warm, cheery smile and a heart as big as her political ambitions.A Trump in the Night: A Donald Trump Horror Story1 month ago in Short Stories
She hoped one day to achieve some sort of high office, perhaps a governorship or maybe even a seat in one of the houses of Congress if she were lucky, but that would not be for a while. She was young, and not yet well-versed in the political world. She needed to build up some experience first, which she had started doing by working an internship as an assistant to Cindy Solorio, a socialist senator from Massachusetts who had won the Democratic presidential nomination and who, Rosa hoped, would be elected to the pres
CreepyPasta #2I was about to take my fam-fam on a camping trip and I found this place for real cheap! Out in a mountain top in tennesee and it was only $25 a night! What a bargain. So we rode on up thar, feelin' good, lookin' fine. And then we came to the guy in the little hut that let us through to our campground. When we saw him he had a gorgeous red afro and he was highly intoxicated and he was like grossly old for me, he clearly had no idea what he was doing and he let us in on one condition, as long as we tied our poop in the tree so the bears wouldn't eat we would be fine. So we go in to our campsite and notice there is no one else thar! What a twist. So we set up camp just me and the fam-fam and decided to light a fire. Within the next 10 minutes a violently angry man with a knife comes over to us and he said 'zzzzzum hup knife sheath.' So I escort the fam-fam behind me get ready to draw my Smith & Wesson 500 with hollow point amunition and a naCreepyPasta #21 week ago in Short Stories
Ressa n Dennis info (under construction)Ressa n Dennis info (under construction)1 month ago in Short Stories
Meanwhile I make them proper bio, I’m dropping here their info.Still missing a lot of stuff...
Nickname: Res, Cristal monster, abomination, bastard girl.
Age: 125 real, 23-25 apparent.
Body type: Slim,
Sexual orientation: Panromantic || Heterosexual || Polyamory.
Status: Single (if interested on shipping check description)
Residence: Distort house in [blank] England. However, the entrance of the house can appear anywhere on the world apparently at random, so if you are not careful, you’ll enf up in front of their home. More in extra data.
Appearance: Has no eyes, her sockets are completely empty since birth.
Zalgoid form: Crystal body, the mouth on her back opens up while the other 5, except face mouth, grow spikes from inside out, eyes included.
Personality: Flirty || sadist || masochist || yandere
-Her favorite books are “Alice in wonderland” and “Through