House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween story1 month 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
NumbFamily, everybody has one. Some people may have a small, close-knit family. Others may not even know theirs. Mine was large enough to run a circus. See, my mom was one of five sisters, and her mother was one of nine siblings. Yes, nine. Despite two of her brothers dying in WWII, the remaining six had between two to four children each. Including my mom and aunts, the grand total came to a whopping twenty-four. And they had children giving me a total cousin count of eighty-seven, a number that seems to grow by the year. And that’s just my mom’s side of the family. There are so many of us we have to have a family reunion every year just so we won’t forget whom everyone is.Numb1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, not all of them come to the reunion, but the crowd that does show up is still enough to start our own civilization, and certainly large enough to make my Great-Uncle John’s farm feel like the size of a tennis court. The event felt more like a festival than a family gathering. In fact, there
CREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Cowboy and the ChildCREEPYPASTA SHORT: The Cowboy and the Child1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small child looked upon her reflection in a pool of water, her red and white eyes blind around the area than the two feet of her reflection before her. She was dressed in a tattered light blue dress, covered in dried blood as she coughed and wheezed, her long tangled black hair covering her fragile burned features. She was about ten, her arms, legs and body covered in either bleeding wounds, pink and red burns from chemical she was tortured with in life or markings of ropes which were located on her ankles and wrists.
The girl was also barefoot, and blood came down from her eyes due to the subconjunctival hemorrhage from the chemical "treatments" she gotten as a punishment from her vile parents before her early death. She lets out a sob. What did she do wrong? It was a question she asked each day as she leans down to get a better look at her sad and worried expression mirrored by the reflection.
The girl then notices
Clip ClopThe train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.Clip Clop1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel begins to play. The only sounds I can hear outside of my earphones are the noises of impatient traffic, my shoes hitting the pavement and the rhythmic movement of my crisp suit swishing as I walk.
The autumnal air is unpleasant against the nakedness of my face and brings a chill to my spine. I skip the song on my ipod, in need of a song m
DollyMother always told me to be careful with dolls, in case I hurt one. She had her collection which grew every year. But her favourite, her pride-of-place, was Alice.Dolly1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew older, she grew to love Alice more and more. She'd spend hours brushing that golden hair. She called it “my littlest daughter”. She loved that damn thing more than me. I think she would've liked it at her funeral.
The reading of the will was a formality. Dad had long ago upped and left, with a much younger man. Everything was left to me – including, at the end a post script for me to look after “my littlest sister”. I would have laughed if I hadn't wanted to throw up, to retch at my mother's obsession twisting beyond the grave.
The house stunk of her. The lingering perfume seeped out of the walls, wrinkling my nose as I wasted a day cleaning. Dusting and hoovering had been done already. It was a matter of removing the few clothes from her wardrobe, retrieving photos, books and
Bone collectorHe digs and digs, looking for the bones. And he sings along the way. It's his job, his pleasure. To dig and to find the bones of the dead. Nobody knows, it's a secret. And he's not weird about the place. It can be a graveyard, an ancient battlefield or a still warm corpse. It doesn't matter, the objective is to add to his collection. An impressive collection, labeled and organized, in contrast to his dirty clothes and messy home. And whenever he looks at it, he smiles. That's the work of a lifetime, his legacy to the world. And someday his own bones will be a part of his collection. A thought that makes him the happiest man alive...Bone collector18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Micropasta: There's Something in the WaterMicropasta: There’s something in the WaterMicropasta: There's Something in the Water3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s just the rain, it’s just the rain-“
The young woman repeated the mantra over and over as she ran homewards, as if it could ward her from the evil around her. The town of Alpenview was pitch-black, the opaque clouds overhead incessantly weeping that cursed liquid ever since she had made that wish. That damned wish.
She had wished the rain would come and wash this ugly little town away. All her family, her “friends”, her memories, her scars. She had just wanted nothing more than for pure, cleansing waters to take the place of all the pain in her life that day at the old well. Oh God, how she should have remembered what the elder citizens spoke of that old well! There were those who upheld that something unspeakable and unnameable lived at the bottom, stillborn within an eternal sleep, dreaming forbidden things that would raze a human mind.
Why, why did she have to do what she did and
MonsterI stepped in my daughter's bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. It was hard being a single mother, but I always tried my best to give my little angel everything she needed. I stroked her cheek before I said goodnight. However, when I kissed her forehead she whimpered quietly "Mommy... The-there's a monster in my closet." I smiled at her once more before standing up, making her old bed creak as I lifted my weight from it. "There are no such things as monsters, sweetheart." I turned back to her before opening the door. "Check it out, pretty please." She begged to me still lying under the sheets. I smiled with doubt, but made my way over to her closet. However I wasn't prepared to what I saw inside... There was my daughter hugging her knees and sobbing "Mommy, there is a monster in my bed..." As she said that, I could hear that familiar creak her old bed gives when something gets out of it.Monster2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka"We're in so much trouble!"Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"shut up, Dave."
"Man, we shouldn't have done that, my mum'll freak when she finds out what we did!"
"Dave will you shut the hell up! No ones going to find out, there's no evidence."
"what do you mean, no evidence, there's a huge bowl of punch we dumped a buttload of LSD into!"
Shaun pointed to the huge glass punch bowl, his freddy Krueger glove serving to underscore the gesture.
"What... Where's it gone?"
The werewolf follows his friends knife fingered hand as it traces the muddy footprints leading from the punch bowl, passed the pumpkin carving, into the Halloween fun time corn maze.
"Oh shit." They both whisper.
Little Billy was lost.
He had taken a wrong turning somewhere, he knew it, but in his haste he'd got himself all turned around. The problem with corn mazes was that once you were in them, everything looked the same.
It didn't help that he could see almost nothing through his ghost costume. He'd cut the eye holes in the wrong place.
Echoes The air of the Alterworld was cool and moist. Hettie had to remind herself that it wasn’t nighttime. That this was simply the nature of the place. That the sun was never going to rise, though just at that moment a faint glow filtered through the misty air at the crest of a pathetic hill. A bulging creature with spindly legs, body faintly luminescent, paused to point its boneless head towards the heat and light of the paraffin stove. Hettie slowly reached for her revolver.Echoes1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not dangerous.” Jeanne stabbed a fork into her can of stew, not bothering to look up. “Not valuable, either.”
The creature took a step closer, a pair of soft, quivering apertures flaring where its eyes should have been. Hettie could hear it breathing, a regular one-two hiss as the vents on its flank flapped open, drew closed.
“Are you sure?”