Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA]1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“… 10:49… right now, right now…”
It was a winter morning, in the groggy city of Mesa, Dobson High School had just begun session. The bell rang, as it summoned the students to their morning classes, all the while the wall clock in the bustling hallway ticked away, reading the time of 8:10 AM.
“Everyone, settle down now,” Missus Harris called out, as her class of sophomores lowered their voices, while continuing their conversations during her roll call. Missus Harris called out the students’ name, one at a time, jotting down their attendance. Afterwards, she tucked away the attendance papers in a yellow folder and begun class with another session of mathematics.
The sky outside was a grayish black, another day of rain. A student wearing a brown jacket in class was not paying attention to the lesson so much, as he was drawing a picture of a snowman and a red house behind the white figure. Christmas was just around the corner, and it e
Bambi's first meal (Vore)Collab with ph0220Bambi's first meal (Vore)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was a special day.
I wasn't just the sunlight glistening off of budding leaves, or the fact the fresh air was laced with the sweet smell of spring and new life, it was the day of a birth. A very special one at that.
All across the forests, creatures big and small ran to congratulate the mother and see the newborn son, Bambi, prince of the forest. Who just now was opening his eyes to a new world, one of colour and rebirth, and scary owls apparently.
The deer recoiled in fear as he stared at the face of friend owl, although that fear quickly dissipated when he realised the strange creature was friendly, just like all the other animals surrounding the perplexed animal. Who honked out a few confused sounds before beginning to stand up, something in the back of his young mind telling that he could do it. It was a little difficult at first but eventually, much to the amusement and then excitement of everyone there, Bambi finally learned to stand on his ow
Remember - Smile!Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Remember - Smile!1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been noteworthy that someone smiled as they walked into a room, but Thomas was the kind of man whose disposition would make flowers wilt. His lips were always turned down at the corners, his chin was always sticking out a bit further than it should, and his eyes always seemed to be narrowed. His eyebrows would frequently join together at the bridge of his nose, and more than once Serena wondered if he actually had two or if it was one long strip of hair that dipped in the middle. So when he walked into the boardroom that day with a grin on his face, she couldn't help but feel a little off balance.
Her attention was so focused on Thomas that she hadn't really looked around at her other co-workers. It wasn't until they were seated at the table and she was ready to begin
CreepyPasta OC - Gas Mask Maid ( part I )CreepyPasta OC - Gas Mask Maid ( part I )2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
October golden autumn came. All the trees were covered with golden color. Warm sun is shining brightly. Light wind blowing. On the street are wet from the morning rain. In the park was quiet. That young girl sits on a bench, holds plastic cup of hot chocolate and enjoys look at the gold leaves with dew.
This young girl named Marion Hawkins. Pretty girl with light brown hair, long braid to her back and green eyes, and wearing a light coat, warm pullover, green long skirt with cells to her knee and brown boots. She is 17 years old, but after 4 weeks will be 18 years old.
She hears someone calling her name, and she looked back at the girl with dark wavy hair and blue eyes. This is Kara, best friend of Marion.
Marion: *smiles* Hi, Kara.
Kara: Sorry for the wait, Marion. *went to sit next to her* I walked past a clothing store and noticed that there is sale... *notices that suitcase standing near Marion's legs* Huh? *then looks at her* Why do you have a suitcase? Where are yo
Life is a chess gameLife is a chess gameLife is a chess game2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's what people always say, it sounds appealing, such a beautiful metaphor. It can explain so many things, it can be a truly inspirational quote if used in the right way: for example, if I told you life resembles a chess game in such a way that there are kings, there are queens, there are towers, there are pawns...Of course I'm saying this as in how people see each other. I'm sure you've seen someone at least once in your life and thought they were so rich, or so smart, or so popular that they resembled someone from the royalty.
In the same way you may consider yourself the queen or king of your own story; or perhaps you see yourself as someone so small, so insignificant, so utterly useless and worthless that you cannot be anything more than a mere pawn.
But no matter how you look at yourself, even if you were to be the king, you have to realize that there will always be someone controlling you, after all, a game of chess can't succeed without a player, no
AftermathAftermathAftermath3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever wonder if things would have been different if I hadn’t entered that cave? If I hadn’t uncovered that secret? If I had just left the damn dare alone?
Well? Do you?
I do. I think about it all the time. In fact I sometimes like to reimagine that day and change its events so I don’t ever enter the cave but instead leave it. I go home. I see my family again. I hug them, I go to school the next day, and I live a normal life. But that’s the funny thing about life, isn’t it? It can’t ever seem to be normal. We see everyone else live it normally, but yet we don’t. I don’t. Why is that? Is it because God made it that way so only a few of us live normally but the rest of us live horribly? Or is it the other way around? I’m part of the few and you the many.
But I’m just rambling now. Allow me to get back
Just Like YouThe forest was silent and the only noise reverberating off the trees and their canopy were the branches snapping beneath my feet. I glanced passed trees. I spun several times, hoping that I would find you. My sight was veiled in darkness, for the moon was my only source of light and with trees blocking most of its rays, just bumping into you seemed impossible. I brushed my fingertips upon trunks as I tried moving through the forest, keeping balance as I ventured forward. A cold breeze swept around, sneaking into my leather jacket and raising the hairs upon my body. I shivered but still continued on.Just Like You3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was no telling why I was out here looking for you, but voices spoke a tale, where we were about to be lost forever.
Afar, I could hear twigs break. A loud crack caused me to pause, halting beside a twisted tree, and I rested my dirty hand on its trunk. I glanced over my shoulder and with my eyes searching for the location where it came from. Please don’t be coming
Owen...? What... The Living Hell.. Just Happen? I remember my friends running towards me, screaming. After that, everything went quiet and black. I Remember getting shot in the chest several times, but by whom? I got to wake up. I NEED to wake up. I Need to find my friends.Owen...?3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up instantly, where am I...? Oh yeah! I was in the middle of my school's main hall, standing in the middle, once again, I heard my friends calling me, yelling at me.. Telling me to get away from someone.. Who were those people?
Owen Raines and Austin.. Forgot his last name, and I honestly don't care, Austin was running towards me, crying, Owen was telling him to get away from me... Why?
I look down, I see several holes in my chest, and blood everywhere. So why am I not dead? Why can't I feel pain? Everything looks so fuzzy, like in a really low quality video, everyth
Zazzo the Magnificent (Part 1)Zazzo the Magnificent (Part 1)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The Circus is in town."
Peter looked up at his best friend from across the table.
"Yeah, I heard. Everyone in town is talking about it." Peter said miserably, leaning back into the cold vinyl of the diner booth. Marcus lazily drummed his fingers against the table.
"It's hiring, you know. Just a temporary job while they're in town. I was thinking about checking it out." Marcus said optimistically, trying to perk his depressed friend's interest. Peter seemed relatively unimpressed, as usual.
"That sounds great, go for it." was Peter's reply, his tone rather dull.
"Oh come on!" Marcus snapped loudly, alerting the attention of the other restaurant guests. Marcus waved in apology as the diner goers returned to their meals. His voice then dropped to a whisper. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but you have to get over it. Yeah, Emma dumped you, at prom, I know. But she's a bitch, and now you can date whoever you want, so in reality it's a win-win." Marcus said with a smile. Pe
Creepypasta: Waiting in the DarkCreepypasta: Waiting in the DarkCreepypasta: Waiting in the Dark3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
We have kept sentinel in this place. Persisting. Staying in a kind of stasis, not of our Human bodies which we forsook so long ago, but of our minds, keeping them sharp with the dual whetstones of blind hate and paranoia. Biding our time, patiently counting the millennia tick by, in preparation of our grand conquest.
“Hey, come over here” Cameron Langley said to his fellow archeologist. Cameron wasn’t one to get excited easily, but this revelation was certainly worth making a fuss about.
“What? I’m busy, can it wait?” Orlando Forbes called back.
“I suppose, but…look, just come here.”
“Alright, alright” Orlando said with a deliberate sigh as he laid down his tools and shuffled towards Cameron’s location on the other side of the hall.
The duo were lucky enough to be members of a routine dig in the Sahara which had, through some cosmic providence or maybe sheer blind luck, stumbled acr
The Thing at the Grave (page 2)The Thing at the GraveThe Thing at the Grave (page 2)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Certainly, these assumptions induced me to follow up on Priyanka Sena’s grave. I contacted the scholar, who acted as my guide, and we headed over to the cemetery together. We arrived at the gate, which was a tumbling iron structure that had fallen from its hinges so that anyone or anything could enter; and, again, the watchman was missing. We concluded that he was the only watchman on duty.
We trekked along the rows and aisles of old graves, some of which were about fifty years old, and finally found Priyanka Sena’s grave. Again, as on that night, there appeared a faint glow like a lantern over the grave. As we walked closer, the wind suddenly rose and howled hollowly. Through that noise, faintly, we heard the two voices muttering.
“The time has come at last, Madame Sena.”
“Show me the sign.”
At the moment that he was showing her, the scholar gasped loudly and stared at me in fear.
“Sir, he is goin
NeckbonesNeckbones1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was a woman named Jenny who moved into a new house with her family. Jenny washed the dishes every day and as she looked out of the window above the kitchen sink one day, she saw another woman, staring at her through a window in the neighboring house. She didn't think much of it at first, since she was new in town, she figured it was just the woman being shy. But every day from then on, Jenny would look out the window the find the woman staring back at her. The woman never moved, never looked away or even blinked, she just stared with an unnerving indifference towards her. So after about a month, Jenny decided to call the police and ask them to check up on the woman. They knocked on the door, no answer. Finally, they enter the house and find that the woman and her entire family had hanged themselves, and to Jenny's horror, the woman had not been staring, but rather hanging in front of the window, her eyes forever watching jenny. They made the proper arrangements and buried th
The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 1The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 12 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mate, I think I’ve struck gold. This place is the business—bloody stunning. I’ve always dreamed of living in a quaint English cottage, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that it would come true.
Me and Steph moved our mountain of belongings in on Saturday (mainly consisting of her clothes). The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the bright blue sky and it felt so damned good to be finally moving in together. Our new home’s number one of four identical cottages near the town of Matlock; they’re several hundred years old and unfortunately attached. I know you, I can hear what you’re thinking, what you’re worrying about—that we can’t have any house parties. But, my friend, you’re dead wrong; the walls are thicker than your beer belly, so we can be as loud as we want if you get what I mean! I need a helmet though, keep smacking my head on the low beams, d
No Face, He Had No Face!It is another dreary Monday outside of Summit View. The heavy grey clouds again shroud this dismal asylum in darkness. For Nicola Markov it has been six long years since he was sentenced to life inside the Mason Psychiatric Institute; six long years since Markov was arrested and tried for the brutal murder of two young campers on his property.No Face, He Had No Face!2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“He had no face, that damn bastard, the man of cloth, had no face,” Dr. Alexander said to his colleague George Stephens. “Those are the only words Nicola Markov has spoken in his seven years here at the hospital, and I still have no idea what they mean. He just stares at the wall repeating that statement. That is why I called you in. Your hypnotherapy experiments have shown tremendous results, and are becoming more widely accepted.”
“Thank you, John, but my studies have not been perfect, and there have been some extreme side effects that have popped up.” George replied, “Are you sure you want to attempt t
The Mountain Traveler The following passages were recovered from the journal of Roger Tharin, the man who was reported missing a few years ago. His journal was discovered on Mount Fuji though no other evidence of his whereabouts has been found at this time. However, due to the information stated within his entries, his family is requesting that we call off the search.The Mountain Traveler1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
June 5th, 2016
11:18 AM - Just set off for Japan. The plane took off with no issues, and everyone around me is settling down into their seats for the 8-hour flight.
2:21 PM - Still on the jet, running out of things to do for entertainment. Can't sleep because of the smelly dude next to me snoring louder than Godzilla himself.
8:55 PM - Finally off the plane. Looking for a cab or something to take me to my hotel. Really sucks that I can't speak Japanese.
11:11 PM - Haha, what a funny time to make an entry at! Finally got to my hotel. Found a taxi driver that spoke English, and he took me over here with no trouble.
The Spy's Failure This was the place he had been informed of. The typical place that nerdowells hang out at. Old, abandoned warehouses that use to manufacture something grand but are nothing more than home for rats and despicable human beings. Yes, this was the place, and he saw the woman mentioned in the brief amount of information he had been given by his client. His job was almost done, just figure out what she was up to and get the hell out of there, simple enough.The Spy's Failure3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slipped out from behind the dumpster and darted over to the nearest window to peek in. Conveniently enough, someone in the past had done the same as he did, for there was already a hole in the window for him to look through. He peered in curiously and found that, as expected, it was dim and dark. There wasn't really much more to expect from a mission done at night. However, there was a light that appeared to becoming from a basement of some sort.
Using his skills in silence, he snuck his w
Creepypasta: Drawer SamCreepypasta: Drawer Sam3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam sat on the floor. In front of him he had paper, pencils, and crayons.
He was gonna draw a rainbow for his mom, before she comes home. He took a pencil, and a paper. He placed the paper in front of him, and he started to draw the lines of the rainbow. When he had done that, he wanted to color it. He took the blue crayon, The rainbow was so big, that he decided to draw two times each color. When he had colored carefully the blue parts, he took purple, and then yellow, and then green, and then orange. He wanted to add many colors. But when he reached for the red crayon, he couldn't find it from the crayon box. He rose up, and walked around the whole house, he looked every corner and closet, and under everything. But the red crayon was missing. Sam got a bit upset, he sat back to the floor where he had the rainbow. He couldn't finish it without red.
After sitting for a while he remembered where he could have red. Why didn't he realize it immediately.
BlinkSurely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and undetectable that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside every shadow is a mind, and behind everything we see there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.Blink1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would happen just minutes after I walked through the door.
When I got there I walked into the kitchen for water. There, the woman met me. She turned on the lights, and the brightness along with the white walls and cabinets burned my eyes.
She started talking to me. Well, not talking. Yelling, nagging, screaming, but not talking. She was angry at me
The Lady in the Wall (Was it just a dream?)The Lady in the Wall (Was it just a dream?)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is true, but I cannot remember if it was just a dream, or if it was real. I was only 5 years old, my sister was 7, and my cousin was 6. We were visiting my grandma’s house in West Virginia. Every time we go, my mother would play country music from the movie ’O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ so everything about the trip and where we were heading just had that country home feeling. The city they lived near use to me an old steel town but has slowly grown old since the mill shut down. The house they lived in was small with only two rooms on the second floor. The one guest room I didn’t like. There was a small door that led to the attic. But a small children’s bed stood against it. that’s where I use to sleep. I always felt like something would pull me in that dark room while I was sleeping. But I guess that is how every young child is.
The thing about my grandparents house is not only an old house in a
The Thing at the Grave (page 1)The Thing at the GraveThe Thing at the Grave (page 1)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A scholar studying at the famous Santineketan University in Calcutta, West Bengal, discovers strange events at a particular grave.
Approximately twenty kilometers from the famous arts college Shantineketan University of Calcutta, West Bengal, founded by the noted writer and scholar Rabindranath Tagore, in the 1930s, there lies an old former British cemetery. When the British departed from the territory after its independence in 1947, the cemetery was delivered to inhabitants. The university was noted for teaching arts and literature, as part of Mahatma Gandhi’s program of public education in the territory.
The buried dead in this cemetery included both British and Indian citizens, since nobody had conceived of excavating graves at that time. Furthermore, like most people anywhere in the world, the Bengalis simply buried their dead and returned home. Therefore, it is mostly unknown to all except this writer an
Pt 1: Grave the Killer (Creepypasta Parody)WARNING: ProfanityPt 1: Grave the Killer (Creepypasta Parody)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grave the crazy murderer was walking alone down the sidewalk at night. The human had long, black tentacles coming out of her back. She also possesed long as fuck claws and sharp teeth from some unexplained reason. Her eyes always bleed a black but pretty goop as she always felt saddness from the memories of her tragic and sad past.
Grave the beautiful but deadly teen strode down smugly across the dimly lit sidewalk at the blackest of midnights on Friday the 13th, wearing her very so red short skirt and white but blood splattered hoodie. Why, she was no flat chested bitch but was a double D sized pair of big old tits yet she's graceful in ctombat and always wins enough though her breasts are as bouncy as a bouncy ball on drugs even with the slightest movements.
She twirled her blood covered kitchen knife, giggling at the memory of the screams of her recent victim.
Her cat ear twitched as she heard someone coming out of the bushes. Grave the killer turned around to see
The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 2The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 21 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Christ what’ve I gotten myself into? I’m scared. I can’t think or sit still or sleep. I’m not myself. Steph knows it. She asks me what’s up and I lie, I tell her nothing’s wrong, that I’m just tired. Truth is, I’m petrified and don’t want to worry her. I was going to ring you, but I had to take stock, think things over. I’m sitting in the garden under the evening sun, but talking to John has left me feeling as if I’m lost in the Arctic.
From the moment I returned home from work Annabel was whining and scratching at the door to get out. I tried to comfort her, found her toys and biscuits. Nothing worked. So I gave in. I clipped on her lead, grabbed the torch, locked the door behind me and was dragged towards the mills by a little dog that choked herself with every step. My arms ached. I shouted at her to stop pulling. She sat and looked up at me with her big brown ey
TrampenTrampen3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Der Junge kam in vollkommener Dunkelheit gehüllt zu sich. Sein ganzer Körper war feucht und klebrig. Mühsam und mit all seiner Willenskraft versuchte er sich zu bewegen, aber etwas hielt ihn in der Dunkelheit gefangen. Das Gefühl, wie eine Fliege im Spinnennetz gefangen zu sein, ließ ihn nicht los. Er glaubte eine Bewegung in der Dunkelheit auszumachen. Etwas schlängelte sich seinem Leib entlang. Es fing bei den Füßen an und hörte bei den Schultern auf. Er wollte schreien, doch aus seinem Mund kam nichts als ein leises Krätzen. Etwas fraß ihn bei lebendigem Leibe auf. Nie im Leben hätte er sich erträumt, so zu enden.
Al hielt mit einem verwegenen Lächeln den hocherhobenen Daumen an den Rand der Fahrbahn. Er trampte quer durchs Land, ohne Ziel oder Verantwortung. Er hatte einmal die Semesterferien dazu genutzt, um zu reisen. Da er aber nicht genügend Geld hatte, musste er trampen und er hatte es lieb gewonnen. Er
Mouth-- Ridiculously Short Story At exactly 7:04 in the morning, my alarm went off. But it wasn't that deafening alarm that woke me up. Instead, my deep sleep was interrupted by a gut-wrenching howl.Mouth-- Ridiculously Short Story4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ignored the cry at first. I just got dressed for school. I also brushed my teeth and did all the of the other hygienic stuff. I then asked my annoying sister, Ivy, if she heard the scream.
"Err... no. What scream, and why?" she replied, puzzled.
Was I the only one who heard it?
"The scream that happened at about 7:04. It sounded more like a howl, though," I said nervously, looking at my feet, hopefully not seeming to be crazy or insane.
"Hunter, you're weird," Ivy grinned teasingly.
"You're weirder!" I shot back.
Next, I asked my older sister Tamara, who isn't annoying at all. I was sure that she would believe me.
"Did you hear that howl that happened a few minutes ago?"