Beware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TGBeware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TG1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brian walked along the river bank banging his head to the music that played in his ears. It was a pretty quiet day and Brian decided to go for a long walk by the river. Brian watched the calm tranquil waters of the river glide past the black rocks beneath the surface. Bran took seat on the grassy hill watching nature at the play. He pulled out his phone and turned down his music to the point where he could at least make out a whisper of the lyrics. He barely had any cell service but decided to try to open up his browser. He found success and after checking a few glitch weary posts he headed over to the local news sight. On the front page read the search for Michael Mater had now reached six mont-pages unavailable.
“Oh come on!” Brian said yanking his ear buds out. Suddenly there was a steady crumble of twigs in the forest behind him. Brian twisted his neck around trying to see what caused the commotion. Those were pretty big footsteps.
Brian got up peering between the
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 3Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 31 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Lullaby wears White - part 3
The pressure in his lungs kept growing as Jeff struggled against the bonds. Once again, the second time in three days, he couldn't breathe. (F/n)'s weight pressed him down, making him unable to move completely while icy cold water was leaking down his chin and neck, soaking his off-white hoodie wet. The hose was stuffed in his mouth, sending strong and violent squirts down his throat. Just as he thought the blackness will surround him completely, the water stopped and hose was pulled out of his throat.
The killer leaned forward, vomiting the water contents into his lap, emptying his lungs. As soon as his coughing fit finished, a hand grabbed handful of his raven black hair and pulled his head up. He could feel some of his saliva sliding down his chin and combining with water. His wide eyes met (e/c) infernal orbs of his tormenter.
„Steady now, my little toy“, she spoke up, giving a grin and widening her eyes. „We don't w
Vision of LoveIt was a day like any other. Soon, people would be waking from their restful sleep, ready to continue with their mundane, little lives.Vision of Love1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I gaze out of my murky window, just like so many other days past, I can still feel her watching me. There's a comfort there, a chill, and perhaps even a little excitement. Her eyes always had a way of finding my deepest recesses. Even now, detached from their usual perch, they bore right through me.
[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.[Creepypasta] We're expecting.3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
EyesEyes 9/24/14Eyes1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The eyes, watch for the eyes.
That's how you know, the only sign before hell breaks.
How did it start? Just rumors, that's all there is. Some say some invasive species from some jungle. Others say in the main cities, festering in subway cars and on public buses. No one knows for sure.
The desolate say it's the end. The hopeful say it will be solved soon. The desperate ignore the first two and only survive. The blind only follow those in charge, wasting away in quarantine for no other reason than to live maybe a minute longer.
The eyes, look into the eyes.
The only way to know.
It was quiet at first, isolated events, no connections. Then it spread. Every nation blames the other. False prophets gain their income off of the fall of the masses.
They lay dormant. Unmoving until startled. They look normal until they feed. It's only the eyes that really change.
All color dies from the iris, the pupil a dark void in a sea of black, cobwebbing, throbbing veins. A wet milky sh
XxX"Sir... Sir, we're getting hits everywhere." One programmer spoke into his phone, his voice shaking. Others around him kept an eye on the world map displayed on the huge screen in front of them. As each small, red flag popped up on screen, a new wave of panic swept the room.XxX1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sir, there's a hit in China."
Voices on the floor called out each new flag as it appeared on the screen, LEDs changing to an alarming crimson.
"Sir, the A.I, its... Its going global!"
Six months prior to going global
"They want a status update." The lead programmer remarked coldly to one of his colleagues, who quirked an eyebrow.
"They got one two days ago. Not much has changed."
"They're getting antsy. They want it done and online within the next few months." The lead programmer, Stephen, responded. "They're really starting to ride our asses. Its getting everyone on edge."
"We told them, it
VerbatimOn June seventeenth at 2:33 PM, Jacob Fantana falls off the roof and hits his head. This is the approximate time that Cory later gives him. It is a particularly nasty fall: The house they had been roofing is two stories, built on a hill. At the hospital, the doctors wreathe thick gauze around Jake's head and subject him to a series of tests. Rachel cries as Dr. Dubey explains that x-ray computed tomography has revealed a mild skull fracture and bruising on his inferior frontal gyrus. Jake stares without interest at the diagrams and fiddles with his bandages. He attempts to console Rachel, but he is embarrassed, and worried about his insurance copay.Verbatim3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
They keep him overnight for observation. As Rachel drives him home the next day, she repeatedly reaches over to touch Jake's hand on the armrest. He smiles politely and grasps her fingers in return. Through the window, he watches the bland streets of Sandusky pass by. The brakes on Rachel's Lumina whine quietly at every stoplight. Ja
Creepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don’t Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your World1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
September 27, 2014
This is Alex Pierce, reporting in his journal on the off chance that this expedition accomplishes anything it was supposed to. Personally, I think this whole thing is a snipe hunt. There’s no way someone could have survived in the Amazon for this long, but reports of a “wild man” in these parts have bolstered the Morrison’s confidence that their son might have survived that plane crash. God, how long ago would that have been? Five, six, maybe seven years? I didn’t read the report, to be honest. Not like I need to. No chance in Hell that he’s anything but a carcass. We’ll go in here, find nothing, report back as such, shatter their hopes and get the remaining half of our payment. All in a day’s work.
There is one interesting thing that bears mentioning though. As the helicopter was touching down I noticed a few contrails of smoke on the horizon, indicating a brush
The Epic Saga of the Unconscious Smexy:part2of3Flesh thief: Kneeling down next to the pale monster, she looked from him to her claws. "I wonder..." She mused quietly to herself, before pushing a single claw deep into his chest, letting it sink it all the way to her knuckle. At first, nothing happened, but then millions of tiny spikes began to push out, branching from beneath his skin, originating from the claw. Spreading through him like a voracious bacteria, tasting him and binding the being to her so that he could not teleport away if he abruptly woke.The Epic Saga of the Unconscious Smexy:part2of32 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Offenderman: *she immediately began to feel a burning sensation, like she had dipped her finger into slightly watered down battery acid, the feeling continuing as she spread out under his skin, which likewise felt softer than she had expected, like his muscles, tendons, and flesh were only barely holding themselves together enough to maintain his shape, although on the flip side, his healing seemed immensely aggressive, the spikes twisting and bending, some even snapping under the