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 Failure2 hours 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
Die Geschichte eines Selbstmordes"Au, hör auf.", sie winselte und weinte als das Mädchen mit dem bleichen Gesicht sie an den hellblonden Haaren zog. "Lass mich doch endlich gehen."Die Geschichte eines Selbstmordes4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sie krümmte sich, versuchte sich dem Griff des anderen Mädchens zu entziehen, doch ihre Peinigerin grinste nur spöttisch auf sie herab. Es war nicht das erste Mal, dass sie so misshandelt wurde. Durch tränenverschleierte Augen blickte sie hoch zu dem Mädchen. Sie sah ihr wie aus dem Gesicht geschnitten aus, jedoch auf eine erschauerliche Weise anders. Das lange Haar war im Gegensatz zu ihrem rabenschwarz. Ihre dunklen, fast schon schwarzen Augen funkelten sie boshaft aus dem kalkweißen Gesicht an.
Die zu einem Grinsen verzogenen Lippen entblößten eine Reihe scharfer, spitzer Zähne, die schon im nächsten Augenblick auf sie herabsausten.
Sie hatte ihre Arme gerade noch in abwehrender Haltung hochgestreckt, so waren jene im nächsten Moment das Ziel. Die Nadelspitzen Zähne bo
Turn to the DarkSo long in the dark… there was, was there ever anything, anything else? I am the darkness, the blood… NO, I am not them, I am… I am… My name, I can’t remember, my name… Who am I? WHO AM I? My hands, sticky… blood. More of it, all over, staining me, my soul, my mind. It will consume me, there is no fighting it. NO! These thoughts, they aren’t mine! I will not give in, the darkness… the darkness is not me! But it could be, becoming one with the shadows, one with the stains and the night. STOP IT, you aren’t me, but how do you know? Its not so wrong, to do what you enjoy. This doesn’t feel wrong, admit it, we’re pretending. They deserved what we gave them, what I gave them! … Admit it… I could be so much more if I would JUST ADMIT I’M RIGHT. Yes… I see… you-you’re right… this is fun, actually. That was fun, can we, can I do it again? Of course, because Mother doesn’t minTurn to the Dark7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poison Lips(WARNING! This text contains foul language and scenes some people may dislike. It isn't too descriptive, but if you dislike blood, internal bleeding, or general creepiness or horror themed scenes, do not read this unless you so choose. If you would like me to put a mature content sticker on this text please ask me and I shall do so, otherwise, you have been warned. Otherwise,enjoy.)Poison Lips9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scott woke up in the middle of the night hot, sweaty, breathing hard as his lungs tried desperately to heave in more oxygen. He’d had a nightmare. He hadn't had a nightmare since he was fifteen so he didn't understand why he was having one now. He leaned forward and rest his head in his hands sitting on his bed. He scrunched his eyes shut only to open them a second later, he saw her again, the woman from his nightmare. At first she was a beautiful blonde haired woman with red lips and dark blue eyes. But Slowly as the seconds passed she changed, she started to become distorted, her mouth s
Death and the MaidenMegveszekedett elmék tombolása ez...Death and the Maiden11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Az Élet vagy maga, ezt szerettem meg benned... Megszerettelek, s meg akarlak tartani örökké... De te birodalmamba távozol, ahol nem érhetlek el többé... Önként elveted szerelmemet azzal, hogy megtartani igyekszel... Ne tedd! Élj! S árnyékom, mint egy rossz álom, elmúlik rólad.
Bocsásd meg, Uram, amit most teszek. Terved még számomra sem világos, s útjaid kifürkészhetetlenek. De elleneszegülök, mert létem adta hatalmam egyszer megengedi. Csak egyszer.
Élj, szerelmem. Élj és hordozd tovább a fényt, amelyet elérni vágyom s amit soha meg nem kaphatok.
Fnaf: The deathsChildren stuffed their faces with pizza and soda, listening to their friends, Freddy, Chicka, and Bonnie. They were mechanical animals. The birthday boy, Steve, stood up. "I'll be right back, guys!" He said to his guests. "Okay!" They responded.Fnaf: The deaths11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve happily walked to the restroom, and on his way, he encountered and yellow bear. More like a gold color, really. It reminded him of Freddy. "Hi there, kid!" It said. He keeled down. "How are you?" Steve smiled. "Good!" He responded. This bear must've be allowed to interact with kids personally, while the others just sung and talk to everyone rather than one person.
"Hey," the bear said, looking around. "there is a special room back there." He pointed to the back area, where nobody was allowed to go besides the staff. "Only the birthday kids and their friends can play there." Steve smiled. "How about, you round up four of your friends, and meet me back here. Okay?" The bear said. Steve nodded, and ran back to the stage.
Love Night slinks in like an ambush predator claiming its prey. The darkness clocks me in its smooth solid fabric slipping around my body to completely hide it from view. Dark shadows waver around me highlighting the daunting task resting just ahead of me. The world around me lays just as hidden as I do and I must use the faintest memory of the new structure from daylight in order to guide myself.Love13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thick steps ran over with fine false colored fibers, the streaks of glimmering wood just peaking out of the side. I rise slowly upon each one not pausing or looking back at the lurking terrain behind me. I don't make a noise as I pull my weapon closer and perch myself atop the very last step.
The hall bathes more in shadow than the floor bellow. Images line the walls but all are too well hidden to be seen, but I don`t need light to imagine the large false smiles claiming a tired face and the smug grin of a wicked monster. The moonlight fills in through th
You're Off Key - Phantom (Creepypasta)You're Off Key - Phantom (Creepypasta)16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Persephone was nervous. No, that isn't right. She was terrified for the upcoming recital on Friday. In one day, she would preform a piece from Phantom of the Opera on piano in front of the entire school. She had practiced day and night for several weeks now, and was growing increasingly uneasy with each passing moment. All of her spare time was spent in the band room of the high school practicing for the recital.
Persephone Shale was a short and very skinny 17 year old girl and Junior in High School. She had short, curly black hair, bright emerald green eyes, and light(almost pale) skin. She was shy and was most certainly not popular, but she did have a few friends. Other then the occasional bullying from a guy named Lucas in her grade, she had a fairly decent life.
She grew up as an only child with her mom Jackie and her dad Timothy. They treated Persephone well for the most part, although they both worked
Nice NightguardNice Nightguard16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My friends and I just got done attending our sixth grade’s Reunion Party somewhere out of town; it’s about 3 or 4 miles from where I live and 2 from where they live. That leaves us with no choice but to stay the night at the local city’s hotel. We got a room for four, costing us quite an amount which all of us contributed to. Judy unlocked the door, we entered the accurately neat room and threw our bags in.
I was getting ready to sleep when one of my friends, Leah called everyone forward to a pillow fort she had just made. We sat in a circle and asked her what the big idea is. She said that we could tell scary stories like we used to before going to sleep. Agreeing to her stupid idea, I stood up and turned the light off before sitting back down with only the small ray of light from my phone to guide me. Lysa told the first story, a cliché one about a Japanese girl with long hair that haunts a bathroom. I was next, I told a story I found on the internet, about a w
Burning Koal (Creepypasta)Burning Koal (Creepypasta)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shinning sun was high in the sky, yet its warming glow did not reach a young boy, whom sat in his parent’s car. The boy shivered, having just been pulled out of a lake by his throat, and then dragged into his family’s car with no towel, or anything to heat him up. The water droplets still fell from his face as he looked out of the window, watching the trees race by while his sister, Katherine, complained in the background. His brother, Jonah, just glared down at his feet.
They drove for hours, and if it weren’t for the dark gleam in his parent’s eyes and the dried tears on the boy’s face they might have seemed like a family whom was coming back from a fun vacation. Well, nothing was fun about this, and they sure weren’t a family. It was never fun, not even when he had been born.
On the day of his birth, his mother died after giving him her only gift, the name, Koal Hearth. His father took care of him until he was 6 years old, bef
FutilityLast night you fought bravely against the abyssals, race of grim, and deadly fleets from the bottom of the sea, bragging your success with the others, even if they had been there, helping in the battle too, fact you ingore, trying to steal the victory from their hands.Futility1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Days go on and on, the battles become easy to handle.
You become prideful, and start yelling to the four winds that no one can battle you and win.
Of course, things begin to not go as according to the plan, you break bonds with non-hostile abbyssals, negating them the food and resources they require to survive, encouraging others to do it, and treat them as lowly beings. Popularity and a raise come to your hands.
Nothing can go wrong, and you don't care even f it did, but...
A bleak friday, as the abyssals won the fight, the admiral calls you out, enraged, mentioning all the wrong things you had commited. It wasn't your fault right? It was theirs, huh?
Unfortunately, you get expelled, navigating a grey, lifeless ocean.
Little Miss No Name...Thunder sounded through the night. It was late. Too late to walk alone...Little Miss No Name...1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at my watch. I had to get home soon. More thunder. Something wasn't right. Something felt off.
As I walked through the empty street I felt myself shiver. It was cold.
I could hear foot steps behind me.
I turned and to my relief it was just a little girl.
I looked at her. "Are you lost?" I asked her. She looked sad and pale and thin. She had blonde hair and her brown eyes had this somewhat sunken look to them. She nodded. I looked at her for a minute then realized, "you're hurt!" I exclaimed picking her up.
I took her home and tended to her wounds. She didn't have a name so I just called her doll. I listened as she sang a song. It was cute but the words were sad.
"I need some one to love me,
I want to learn to play,
Please take me home with you,
And brush my tear away."
I smiled slight
The Stone Breaker Children, the seeds of the futer. Its funny how your child hood Shapes your mind like clay before it hardens to stone, and remains an almost unbreakable fortess of logic and Reason. No simpl shadows will break througth the stone shell of an a adult mind, but yet shadows seep thorught the cracks. What formed thease cracks, that minor shadows seem to seap thorought? The shadows of a child remain the Imperfections of an adult mind, cause fear Small insize will always find a way.The Stone Breaker1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A man in an ally way cleans a switch blade of a red iron rich fluid, freshely harvested from an inocent woman. Another day another drunken impulse, yet no one would ever know nore care for this Human life Riped Ripely form the Earth. He atempts to light a Paper wraped herb, to put his mind at ease, he clicked the ligther but to no avail. It was as if the malevolent air refused to let him rest in chemical Ecstecy. Unabel to Rest his mind, He turned to a cheep tin flask, as he raised it t
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 Story1 day 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?"
Zach Nicholls: Look at What You've Turned Me Into A tall, thin boy of sixteen walked out of a building that was nearly shaking from the blaring music that was coming from inside. In his hands was a blue and white guitar with a somewhat abstract skull design on it. Someone came up behind him and gave him a hearty slap on the back.Zach Nicholls: Look at What You've Turned Me Into1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! Great show you put on tonight Zach!" The boy said with a laugh.
"Yeah, and no one spiked the drinks for once." Zach replied with a smile as he brushed his black bangs out of his blue eyes. The other boy laughed again as he fished around in his pockets.
"I know, right? Anyway, here's your cut. Now I better get back inside before somebody really does spike the drinks." He said as he handed Zach a roll of five dollar bills before going back inside the building.
Zachariah, or "Zach" as he was mostly known as, was the local punk of Tacoma, Washington. He could go anywhere he wanted to go, whenever he want
Blink AlternateSurely 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 insensible that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside shadow is a mind, and behind everything we do there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.Blink Alternate2 days 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 moments after I walked through the door.
If you asked me now I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I had no reason too- none! Nothing they ever did would have harmed me. I had nothing to gain from it. But I did.
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 wit