Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap MomMom's Favorite1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two Sentence Horror StoriesMy brother and I are joined at the hip. The flies started gathering after his death.Two Sentence Horror Stories1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
My dog came home with an arm. Great, another body to hide.
My father fell down the well. I wasn't worried until I heard sounds of crunching bones down below.
Last night, I was awakened to a child's crying. I went downstairs and stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"Your imaginary friend isn't real," When you agreed, I started to disappear.
Last night I had a dream that I murdered a woman. I was okay until I realize I was holding her head.
As I went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut. I thought it was the wind until I heard someone coming down stairs.
My students love me with all their hearts. I just wish they wouldn’t leave a mess.
I grabbed her, flung on the bed, and started removing my pants. She rose up, opened her mouth, and revealed three rows of teeth.
She wears her heart on her sleeve. But her brains are splattered all over the wall.
“There are no monsters under bed!
Beware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TGBeware the Lady in the Trees-Caption-MTF-FTM-TG3 weeks 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
House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween story3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Josh with his parents and brother Adam eating breakfast. Boys were very excited because of this day, after school they going to end making their creepy costumes and in the evening they going for candies. Their parents was happy that they planned have fun because they was new in city and they worried that boys will think too much about new school and only worry about it. They hoped they will go with some others kids and will make friends.
After breakfast boys go fast at the bus stop. They don't wanted miss their bus to school. They was in same age, they were 9 years old. At the bus stop was some kids and Josh started talking to one with which was in class. Adam was more shy and he just stood next to his brother. Boy noticed it and smiled to him
-hi, I'm Mike, you are Josh' s brother right?
Adam looked up at boy and smiled a little. He doesn't expected that someone will want talk with him.
-yes. I'm Adam.
Mike smiled more.
-you guys are cool, you wanna go with m
The Spider Queen's Door For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field.The Spider Queen's Door2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else.
They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home.
We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n
Halloween specialWARNING: The following contains gore and character death. Reader discretion advised.Halloween special2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam ran through the building, his footsteps echoing across the dark corridor His best friend Ty followed close behind. They were the only ones left, The rest were long gone and falling victim to this sick attraction.
"Come on, the exit is this way!" He panted, grabbing a wall corner to make a sharp turn, Ty following in pursuit.
They were college kids on the night of halloween, searching for a bit of fun. A new attraction had opened up, and the whole town was in on it. He had urged his friend to go. How did he know it would come to this, trapped and running through building after building away from horrors that awaited them?
They rounded another corner. A loud bang echoed through the room. Someone was trying to get through another wall. Ty jumped with a yelp, causing him to speed up.
They never saw it coming.
Adam made it to the door. The last of the power was on. They co
When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.When the blood moon calls1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.
We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
A freakHe was cleaning his white face after his "job". His white hands went through his black thick hair, it fell on his shoulders.A freak1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night was just starting and he committed his first crime.
His green eyes were staring at that reflection in the mirror, he took his shirt off and he dipped his neck while he looked at his body. He was awkwardly tall and thin, his chest was half white and half pale. He sighed, and he stared again at the mirror.
He was pretty much a monster. His face was disfigured a long time ago and that man wasn't over with it.
His self esteem wasn't the best one, but he tried his best to hide it.
A lot of memories were acrossing his mind. His childhood, some memories from high school. And it's because it didn't seem to be so far..
He chuckled. He blinked a few times and it irritated him because of his artificial eyelids.
The scars that the man had in his cheeks were making him smile even if he wasn't happy. He still remembered that day...
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:part2of31 month 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
Creepypasta - RealPhotos.comThis will be incredibly hard to type, but I have no choice in the matter. I am not insinuating that I am in any immediate danger, nor am I saying that any of you are. However, this is a cautionary tale about what MIGHT happen if you venture too far into the rabbit hole that is the Internet.Creepypasta - RealPhotos.com5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, here’s the thing: do not – I repeat – DO NOT go to a website called RealPhotos.com; it might sound innocent, but it is a trap. The site DOES feature photos, but the catch is quite unbelievable.
I first heard of the link from a friend of mine. He knew I was interested in photography, and he also knew I had an affection for clever websites. He figured: “put the two together”, you know?
I visited the site, and a pitch-black screen immediately greeted me. At first I was confused by it, because nothing happened for a good five minutes (yes, I did take the time); there was no interface, no graphics, no menu, not even any photos. Then, as I was about to exit, a white text
InsatiableThere's a legend in the upper North.Insatiable2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know, the type some call an 'Old Wives' Tale'; but the wives here won't speak of it. It circulates mostly among the children, but even then very little. A young one will sit by the fire with the fable on its lips and witch the others into wide and glassy-eyed terror. Then the mothers come and threaten to beat the young one 'within an inch of their lives' if they don't stop speaking nonsense. The threat usually works but the tale is still there, and it won't go away. It wouldn't matter if the whole village forgot it. A babe would be born with the legend writ in their mind; waiting only for the day when speech comes knocking to bring it forth again. In any case, it goes something like this:
Over the mountains and into the glaciers lie two standing stones fallen. Some say they were righted, but they are horribly wrong. In earlier years, the people used to climb the peaks to pay homage to the Gods, but tradition