Weathering WoodsBIG MYSTERY IN SMALL TOWNWeathering Woods2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The town of Weathering has recently witnessed some strange events, beginning with the death of Melissa Carter, a local student of Big Bridge High School, that devastated students and teachers alike. Her body was found in the woods east of town, with multiple bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her throat had been slashed and her blood drained, making concerned parents wonder, is Weathering still a safe place to call home?
Not only that, but cats and dogs seem to be disappearing from households across town. Their corpses all been found around a week after their disappearance in the same woods in which the police discovered Miss Caster’s body.
“We are still looking into this,” says police chief Allan Sanders. “Our top priority is the safety of our citizens and their children, and we will not stop until the perpetrators—
A hand slashes across the newspaper, crumpling it onto the table. The grease from my pizza seeps into the fine
Zombie infection cover-upthe Zombie infection the governments would cover-upZombie infection cover-up13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Zombie infective agent is real; and a lot more people are infected by it than the public would ever be comfortable with. When the infection "manifests" the victim loses all sense of self, loss of conscious thought or rational behavior, usually becoming very violent and territorial. They also become incredibly hungry, mainly for meat, and will go after anything that is meat; especially the face. They also lose the sensation of pain; however just because they lack that doesn't mean they can't be harmed and killed. Although "killing" may be a bit difficult for the "type 3" Zombie.
Which brings us to the good news: Although MANY people have this fluids passed highly infectious "agent" it doesn't manifest/cause "movie zombie like behavior" except for three triggers; hence the three types. The first would be the one that hit the news (and most subsequent outbreaks have been silenced from appearing in the news as the public
HandsHandsHands14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Phillip Cavenaugh was a smith for more than 10 years of his life. But since he was a boy he had learned to use his hands. He studied handicrafts in both secondary school and college and learned about smithy from his father abd uncle. At the age of 25,Phillip started his own shop in the town.
He was a lock smith. Phillip had many clients and everyone liked and appreciated him. Then, in his eighth year as a smith, he learned about Salem, Massachusetts. The town needed his skill desperately.
Phillip explained to his father and uncle, and prepared to move. His uncle was a little uneasy. However, his father approved and chided his uncle for being superstitious.
"See here, Lucas, aren't you a bit anxious about witchcraft now?"
"I should be, Wilbur. But Phillip is a strong-minded boy, and he'll be okay."
"Of course I will, father."
The next morning Phillip set off for Salem, Massachusetts. He arrived within 19 days time and searched for a good location. He found one within 48 hours afte
Beaches of Paris(Short Story Narrative for School)Alex stood in front of the front door with his wife, getting ready to leave for work. He kissed her on the cheek.Beaches of Paris(Short Story Narrative for School)21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Love you” he said, smiling, “and see you tonight”
“Be safe!” his wife responded.
He walked out the door of their small house in the woods on a gravel path out to the city streets. Halfway down the path he stopped, noticing something different. He turned his head to the right, there was another path leading to an oval-shaped dome with a huge telescope sticking out of it.
“What the?” he mumbled.
He walked down the path leaving his briefcase behind. The trees danced in the wind as Alex approached the mysterious building. He reached the door and stood there. Inside, he heard a cackle from a thing that didn’t sound human. He reached out and grabbed the latch pushing it down and opening the door. The building was bigger on the inside and Alex stood there beholdi
The Transmundane AnomalyThe trio – an archer and two swordsmen – stagger through the door, panting and wheezing. They made it. Goodness. They made it.The Transmundane Anomaly22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Close that door, Soren,” orders the leader, his voice shaky.
They can hear ghostly shrieks from beyond the door. They get closer. Somehow the trio outran them. They don’t question their feat, just accept. Soren musters whatever strength he can from his oxygen-deprived muscles and closes the colossal door. Thud – echo-echo-echo.
Soren keeps his back to the door, gasping. He looks at Ander, a beefy guy clad in steel and a mammoth of a blade in his shuddering hand, and nods his head at a stack of thick boxes. There’re no words. Ander shuffles, leans his blade against the wall and drives the stack toward the door. As Ander positions them in front, he backs off and breathes in deeply through his nose.
His nose picks up a smell. Not his sweat, though there is that, but something else. Iron. It’s profound, nose-curling,
A story of StitchThe room went dark, the silence fell over him. He stayed as still as he could. His breath steadied, but his heart beat fast. he heard scuffling in a corner of the dark room. He thought he was alone. The light flicked on, then back off. He didn't see anything but the room. Feeling relieved, he sighed and sat on the floor to wait for the lights. He didn't want to risk hurting himself getting around the room to sit on a chair. As he sat there, noises emitted from random places around the dark room. A noise, which sounded like breathing, sounded as though it was right next to him. He ignored it. "Hello." A tiny voice spoke from beside him. "Is it too dark for you?" It chuckled and scuttled away. The man sat there, not knowing what to do about the voice or the noises the creature made. He was scared. He closed his eyes for a moment, but opened them to see a creature lit by a dim light. It was small. had a mask and a cloak, but the mask was what scared him. It had a smiling face, but the teeA story of Stitch1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Play time previewPlay TimePlay time preview1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rin,What are you doing?" Mother asks me. I was caught again watching the movies my uncle gave me. "Watching movies...." I said, staring at the screen. The woman in the movie was being stabbed in the neck by her "lover", obvious fake blood running from the wound and onto the man's hand. "Well these movies aren't for you young man!" my mother says and stops the movie. I was upset; it was just getting to the good part! "Now go out and play with your brother and sister instead of being in here all day watching those horrible movies." She told me
I sighed and did as i was told, and went to my older siblings. Rita, my eldest sibling, has long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was what people called "A Twisted One". And then there's Yukio, the middle child, he was nothing like Rita, with white hair and red eyes. People calls him a "albino". He was petting a black rabbit he must of caught. Rita then yells at me, "Rinto! You missed it! Yukio caught a rabbit!" she said with a
Button, Button (Part One)Somewhere in the world… a button will be pressed. And a someone will become a fugitive.Button, Button (Part One)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I look out the car window and see more than a few houses decorated in Halloween gear, hard to believe that it’s in two weeks. I get out of my car after getting my stuff for school (a large backpack containing my lesson plans and a student textbook) and go into my house. The entire place is freezing cold; I shiver, despite the fact that my fur keeps me warm as I make a dash for the thermostat and turn the heat on. Once that’s taken care of, I sink into a chair in the living room and turn the T.V. on. Unfortunately once I do, the phone rings.
“Oh come on!” I groan as I get out of the chair to pick up the receiver “I swear if it’s another one of those parents calling about the field trip, I’ll make them call the principal.” I pick up the phone anyway and brace myself for questions from a parent.
Moonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound, a song, echoed through the night air around the old manor of Edouard Richelieu*. It was the famous piano theme Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Von Beethoven and it added to the night air. Above the Richelieu manor was a full moon.
Whoever was at the piano of Richelieu manor, nobody ever knew. There had been a silent and somber funeral about a week before that night, at the hour of 8 pm, and-it was supposed- the deceased was Edouard himself. Edouard had died on a new moon night. He had been playing his piano. Suddenly he suffered a stroke and collapsed, presumably dead. But the wise ever warn us not to assume anything.
The full moon illuminated the earth around the manor. It was thick, aged brown earth with a few sparse shrubs growing about. Throughout the day and till that hour- 11:50pm- the ground about the manor was visibly empty. Then the sonata rang through the night. As mysteriously as he died and the song emerged, there was a pack of wolf-
Forget-me-notMy best friend from childhood had been announced missing 4 years ago. I was devastated at the time, however... what can you do? We've all got our own lives, and we all have to keep living them, no matter how many leave us.Forget-me-not2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her name was Fifi.
A silly name, but I loved to sing it. WE loved to sing it. We'd sing and sing and sing that silly little name to all the tunes our childish heart's concocted. It was strange, but I always felt peaceful, jut singing her name.
Four years later. I still remember her, but not as distinctly. I remember she had such beautiful brown eyes - deep brown, almost black, and full of warmth. Like a mother. And her voice. Her voice was sugary sweet, high pitched and sing-song. She sung her name beautifully.
It only happened a few days ago, but I'm inclined to tell you this as... it's been getting worse and worse recently.
I'll start from the beginning.
I was taking the bus to school, as I do everyday. Nothing unusual.
I was sitting two rows up and to the left of
The Watcher: How It StartedThe Watcher: How It All StartedThe Watcher: How It Started2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For all you that read “The Watcher” this is going to be following it up by telling you my life of what had happened when it stalked me and what was the conclusion to it choosing me. For all you that wanted more of the story I’m sorry for not responding but recently I started to remember several stories about my childhood. It all started when I moved to a little town. I was about 5 at the time and was going to start kindergarten at a brand new school. I was excited but nervous about making new friends that I would be with for the rest of my life. I went out shopping with my mom for my backpack and all my school supplies. I got a spiderman lunch box that looked epic to me at the time and couldn’t wait to show it off. I then was getting ready for bed for the next day when I saw something go by the window. I shrugged it off and went to sleep for the next day to come.
I got up and my mom had made me waffles with blue berries and whip c