Dramatis Personae Part 4That put paid to that conversation, and for the remainder of the time before rehearsal, the three of them whiled away the hours. Mike Pole went over some of the lines he thought were bound to give him trouble while Sarah and Harvard alternately corrected and prompted him.Dramatis Personae Part 421 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
They discussed their favorite plays, comparing this actor to that one, swapping funny stories about their own work; how part of a set broke during Mike Pole’s performance as Mr. Linden in A Raisin in the Sun, and the way he had improvised to save the show: “Those people never laughed so hard in their lives! Even onstage, nobody could keep a straight face!”
Sarah told them of how, during the beginning of her career, she’d been cast as an understudy for the part of Nora in Ibsen’s famous play, but had only half the lines memorized since the other actress never missed a night. But then the real Nora had come down with appendicitis and Sarah had to be all but pushed onstage by the manager:
Help and Notice Me SenpaiHdudhfdijfjcjfkfjcjffivjvjHelp and Notice Me Senpai2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creepy Pasta | TragicIt follows me, almost everywhere I go. I can feel it's heavy, dark, abyss presence constantly, like when the water in the shower pours onto your back heavily and feels like someone is pushing you to the cold tiled ground. I still can't recall why it was there or why it happened, but there wasn't anything I could do.Creepy Pasta | Tragic7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sketching in a notebook, as I usually do to pass the time, music playing in the background to block out the arguments of my mother and father. They always fought, and I figured they didn't realize I could hear almost every word they said if I had nothing playing. Their fights were mostly about me. The rain made little taps on my window, which also covered their screaming.
At this point, the temptation to quench my thirst was enough to get me out of my room, so I threw the book and pencil onto my bed, and went to fetch a glass of water, when I felt it. It was such a heavy presence, almost as if its breath huffed on the back of my neck. I just gritted my teeth, clenchin
The man on top of the busLeo stood on top of a deserted bus in the shit part of town, the only sound that he could hear were growls and a multitude of bangs on the side of the large vehicle.leo had no food, no water,no ammo,two cans of kerosene,a zippo lighter and a spray can, he looked tired like he hadn't slept for many days. Leo took a deep breath as he looked at the blue sky above him, the groaning and growls got louder as he was even more so surrounded, he knew his chances were slim, he just knew. Leo snapped back into reality and began pouring the kerosene down on the surrounding threat but he kept a small bit for something else. Leo grabbed the lighter and spray can and he just stared at them for just a moment taking it all in bit by bit, he raised the light and the spray can, he flicked the lighter on and he pushed down on the top of the full can of cooking spray and he lit the bastards on fire and it spread quickly to the rest. Leo watched as they continued to move, they just kept fucking moving. LeoThe man on top of the bus14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold flesh,warm heartI'm sitting outside it warm and sunny I lay in the grass with a small wind going over my body my eyes are closed and I let the warm sun hit my body.After a few minutes I feel the heat stop and a shadow is now over me,I look up and see him,the one who loves me and I love him he sits down and grabs me holding me close to him as he lays down beside me, we lay there happy and I feel safe and loved in his arms like nothing can hurt me.....well that's what I thought now I'm like this cold blood and skin feeds off the living and have the teeth to kill,my eyes glow a deep ombre and my skin is pale,as you can guess I'm a vampire, yet he still loves me....even though I go out and kill his kind every night even though at any moment I can snap and kill him, he still stays and love me, my name is Claire len rose and I'm in love with the man who's name is connor he is human and I'm a killing machine.Cold flesh,warm heart15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time To DieTIME TO DIETime To Die20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The once sparkling snow, stained with blood. A man lying face buried in the bloody snow. Miss Ann had killed him; she killed the lying cheating man.
“I never wanted you wanted to be like this love, but you didn’t drink enough to say you love me.” Ann whispered as she slowly took the ring off her finger and though it to the ground. Ann had found out that he was in love with another woman and only wanted her from her family’s fortune. Dropping the bloody ax she walked over to her car. Ann was gone and wanted more, wanted to spill more blood. The feeling killing her husband gave her was intoxicating.
She drove into a town and stopped at a diner. He eyes scanned everyone. Who was next? She licked her lips.
“Ann? Is that you?” Her cousin sat down in front of her with a big smile.
“Cody, it’s been awhile.” Ann smiled.
“It has, how have you been?”
“Better. My husband just died and…” Fake tear
The Voice I shot up from my bed scared, panicked, and crying. I had waken up from yet another nightmare about a mysterious voice, haunting me wherever I went, asking me what I was afraid of. At first I ignored it, but then it started to alter reality into a twisted illusion about whatever fear it mentioned. My own imagination became my enemy and everything tried to kill me.The Voice23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat in my bed and hugged my pillow tightly. Soon I stopped crying and let go of the pillow. But just as I thought everything was ok, I was caught off guard by a soft yet dark, "Hello." Upon hearing it, I froze with fear, my face pale and eyes wide.
"What is it that you're afraid of?" the voice asked, deep and ominous.
"Is it something simple, like the dark?" My bedroom's light began to flicker until it turned off, and though it shouldn't have been possible, everything went black. I couldn't see a thing. "Or," the voice continued, "are you afraid of
Elliot FellElliot fellElliot Fell1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elliot broke his arm
Elliot blamed john
john's mom killed him
Elliot was happy
Story 1: Fair Grounds Do you think that even though a place, park, or building is abandoned, it could still contain life without anyone knowing?Story 1: Fair Grounds1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Amber, hurry up! We don't have all night."
It was very late in the evening, around eleven at night. Amber and Kane, a young pair of siblings, had snuck out to trespass into the old fair grounds.
Kane had been climbing over the fence surrounding the grounds, waiting for his sister to begin her climb.
"I don't think this is a good idea. We're not supposed to be here! Can we just go home?"
"Are you kidding? We just got here! Look, we're just gonna look around and explore a little. We're not hurting anyone!"
Feeling uneasy, Amber stuck her foot into the fence and began climbing.
"Besides, no one even goes near this place anymore! They're not gonna catch us."
Catching her breath, Amber looked at her brother who was eager to start looking around.
She followed him around the grounds, stopping to
Timeless NeverlandMy name is Peter Pan.Timeless Neverland1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Neverland, I am the king! Every day is perfect in Neverland, believe me!
Whether it's playing with mermaids, running with the Indians, hunting wild beasts, or battling the wicked, greedy pirates, there's something for everyone in Neverland, I guarantee! Day after day, there are amazing and wonderful things to do! And the best part? You never grow up! The people of the real world are stupid and cruel! They lie, cheat, swindle and fight without a second thought, and it's because they all became greedy, ugly adults! Here in Neverland, there's none of that. You can stay a child for eternity and never worry about horrible grown-ups, especially the kind who forget all about you when they're gone! The boring world outside doesn't matter when you're in Neverland!
All you need is a happy thought and some pixie dust. My friend Tinker Bell can help with that!
The Lost Boys are fun too! They all wear animal skins and live under tree stumps! Some of them get too big
GoatsuckerIt was a week like no other in the jungles of Puerto Rico. On the first day of what would come to be known as “The Massacre”, a disappearance of small animals occurred, which was later followed by strange, blood-curdling howls and the cries of dying and panicked animals echoing from the depths of the lush jungle. On the second day, all the livestock from the nearby farmland were mutilated and drained of blood and other bodily fluids. On the third day, a foolish man who went into the jungle unarmed chasing after one of his pigs came back to his village with claw marks on his arms and was babbling on about 'silver demons'. On the fourth day, the man was killed in his sleep at the local hospital, his throat apparently slashed open by a sharp object with great force. A rumour quickly spread that there was a tribe of angry natives that wanted these 'settlers' to leave their sacred grounds. Another rumour was that an escaped psychopath from a mental ward had taken up residence inGoatsucker1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just Count to FiveOne your seat was pulled back and you squint your eyes at the blinding lights above.Just Count to Five1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two you see him move in and out of your vision, preparation is being made.
Three he inserts a needle into your skin and injects you with who knows what.
Four his cheeks raise, into what you assume is a smile. You watch with half-lidded, blurry eyes. “You won’t feel a thing.”
Five everything goes pitch black. You hear a small chuckle, “At least….not until you wake up.”
You hear the static of an old broken tv lightly hum in the back of your mind and it startles you. You open your eyes and glance about the room, still dazed from whatever he injected you with. Your mouth being pulled open with four hooks at every corner, up top and down at the bottom, you try to raise your hand to your head and remember that guy strapped you down. You began to feel frantic again, you ball your fists and aggressively shake around, trying to rip the straps holding them down, or knock them
TftW: Walken Infection.TftW: Walken Infection.TftW: Walken Infection.2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme.
There was no denying it, Nathan was falling more and more under the spell of Christopher Walken, each time he fell asleep - he dreamed he was with Walken, but it was more than that...he was also dreaming that he was turning into him, it was slowly but surely taking over him as the transformations happened. And the more they happened...the less human he felt...in fact each time it happened, the more he began to view humans as 'prey' or 'potential victims' to be turned...and the more he felt that he didn't belong with them...the power Walken had over him increasing with each passing night, and by the time he would even consider doing something about it...it was already too late to do anything about it...for this was only the beginning.
Like a virus, Walken is infectious and once it starts spreading around, the