If OnlyIf OnlyIf Only1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
by Siegfried Danzinger
The entire room rotated. Rolled forward. The door was now on the ceiling, and it swung violently open. So violently that one of the hinges failed, and it hanged there as if by a thread. He had tumbled backwards when it happened, and his fall had been broken by a table whose foremost legs gave way. Pain. Momentary immobility and confusion. Then something far worse: clarity.
The remaining hinge groaned one last groan, and the door broke free of its feeble tether. A thick, glistening liquid dripped out from the doorway; settling on what was now the floor in a steamy, quivering pool.
And then the tongue came through.
Massive. Flexible, but bloated. Pimpled and some ugly shade of purple. The thing squeezed through the opening and twisted this way and that; as though reaching for something nearby. Exploring. The walls surrounding the door frame yielded nothing of worth, so the tongue
Howl of the Heavens 03On the dark unlit road from Pine Ridge to Brooksville a single green pick up truck speeds along with but a single person inside it. He is Mike, a man who has dedicated his life to eliminating evil in this world. Due to the mountains nothing could be heard but static on the radio and nothing to see in the dark but what lay in the headlights; however his training had taught him to be aware of what was in the darkness beyond the light. All around him are Trees, shrubs, tall grasses, and the occasional raccoon nothing more for him to think about leaving his mind to wander.Howl of the Heavens 033 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He thinks back to what had brought him here to the middle of no where in the first place. He had finally arrived home in Phoenix Arizona after weeks of hunting skin walkers and a rogue Chupacabra, only to find a message from his old partner Rick on his answering machine informing him of a possible werewolf in the Rocky Mountains of northern California. Rick's message told him about a man named Jeff Jones; giving him the
Howl of the Heavens 02The last time he had traveled to Versa in this manner was back when no Europeans had set foot on the continent, now so much time has passed since those days that not only are there people here, they have developed an advanced culture further than anything he would have thought humans could produce; a random thought he has been prone to through out his life, or at least over the last century or two. He had meant to come to her in the year 1890 when her estrus began but upon arriving to this world after a few centuries of being absent he found the nuances of New York, and the industrial age far too distracting, then came the wars that would even draw him across the Atlantic in the opposite direction.Howl of the Heavens 0211 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He has no time to linger on such thoughts now as he is in California and has chosen the most direct path he could find to where he sensed his mate. He was surprised to find the road paved out here in what seemed to be the middle of no where. He stops before a sign that reads "30 miles to Pin
The SunflowersThe moderately-aged green minivan pulled up to the dilapidated farmhouse. The fading colors on both were given an additional washing by the early summer sun. The sales agent was waiting on the porch. From the way she rose from the swinging bench she had been there awhile, although her smile was still mostly fresh.The Sunflowers11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Got lost, did you?” she asked, her professional smile merely a smidge different from the one locals reserved for tourists.
The young couple walking up the dirt driveway certainly looked like tourists; the husband in his ‘so worn it’s vintage’ plaid shirt and the wife with her knit hat and large glasses. Both were slight and slender; the type to subsist on coffee and cigarettes rather than food.
Michael Bouchard grinned, “That’s some drive! I can’t believe how those fields stretch! This is going to be perfect!”
Estelle smiled, a touch less warm. The sales agent noticed but counted
Circus of Horrors: Act I“Show starts in two minutes! Two minutes ‘till the show starts!” the ringmaster said. He looked like any other ringmaster: white shirt, black pants, red overcoat, black boots, white gloves, red bow tie, and black top hat with a red ribbon around the base. Ronnie, in her opinion, thought that he was kinda cute.Circus of Horrors: Act I13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She elbowed Joseph, her boyfriend, and said, “Hey, Joe, will you get us some popcorn and some cotton candy for the show?”
“Do you know how much that is? It’s seven bucks for a small popcorn, and five bucks for one of those tiny buckets of cotton candy!” Ronnie crossed her arms.
“Fine.” She let out a sigh. “This is still going to be a fun night. Thanks for bringing me here. I’ve always wanted to go to a circus!”
“You’re welcome. Let’s find our seats.” Joseph said, pointing to the area where their seats were supposed to be. They found them quickly and sat down. As soon as they sat,
When night falls upon the parck...What am I doing here ?...When night falls upon the parck...13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where am i actually?
A ... Light upon my head...
... Shadows ... Grass ...
I must be in a park.
These clothes are all stain With...
... somthing yellow/Brown ...
And that smell very bad.
But for some reasons,
I'm fine with it...
Why am I stuck here ?
I know I must move but...
I just can't...
I'm scared ?
'bout what ?
That moving leaves on the floar...
It's not just some leaves...
... Somthing ? ...
... Some...One ? ...
It was just my imagination.
Take a deep breath...
Here we go !
The first step.
Why not the second ?
'cause I've heard something
A ... second footstep ...
Just take a damn look beheind !
... Nothing ...
Just keep moving !
Not too fast.
Not Too slow.
See ! That ain't hard.
I've always had my phobia.
It's stick like a nickname.
To this day, I gess, I'll never know...
Only her will Lead this dance.
It's not somewhere I should go...
This will be a sweet sentance..
Life-ChangingThe day started with you waking up shivering. You were hanging on the edge of your bed. You looked outside the window and saw the dark clouds gathering. You sighed and went with your morning routine until you reached your school. You came to school early today. You sat down somewhere comfortable until a few people came around and the classes begin. You sat down to your first class of the day.Life-Changing20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cool winds that gush through the open windows makes you really sleepy, despite the fact that you had slept deeply last night. You made yourself focus on one thing that will keep you awake: your blank piece of paper on your hand. You did not remember grabbing any paper. You ponder on how in the world did the paper came to your hands.
The day was just a blur. Everything was like everyday, except for the piece of paper on your hand that you just could not throw away. The piece of paper stays on your hand. You did not let it go. You stare at the paper again for the twentieth time today. And slowly
DreamsI saw her, the hooded figure floating there in front of me. She was white cloaked and it swayed in the wind as her large angel like wings curled to the side of her body. She stood tall before me as everything about her seemed graceful.Dreams22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept my stare fixed on her face as I noticed her red rosy lips glisten from the beating sun. I tried searching for the other half of her face, I tried to look for her eyes, for eye contact. But there was nothing, only darkness when you looked under the hood she wore so heavily over the half of her facial features. She also had Rich gold hair that reflected sunlight and flowed like water out of that mysterious hood. That hood, it hides everything. Curiosity almost makes you attempt to discover what secrets she lies behind, to pull the hood down. But something made me hold back from trying.
All of a sudden, she started turning away, turning her back to me as her large feathered wings followed her as they began spreading out and
Thanks for What?Thanks for What?Thanks for What?1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theodore had been driving along the road since November 23. There seemed no place in sight to stop and rest for the night for the past 80 kilometers since he had left home. He was tired and dazed and hungry. Then he saw the exit sign about twelve kilometers ahead. Then the time was almost 11 pm. Thanksgiving day was the next morning. Theodore knew that he would be truly thankful if he could rest before then. He headed for the exit and left the main road.
Ahead about ten kilometers more, there seemed to be the outline of a small town. As he drove nearer, he discovered that it had no name. In any event, he needed to rest. So he entered town limits and searched for a place to park his car. All around him, the houses and structures were antiquated and deserted. Some seemed to be built with stone or material that he neither knew nor saw before. They were dark and some had only one window. Theodore swallowed and tried to ignore them.
There was a small hotel off the Main Stre
Creepypasta- DecemberI can't decide if it was beautiful or frightening. It was too cold to think, but the snowy forest felt like a fairy land, just like all of the songs.Creepypasta- December1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mommy once told me to not judge people by what they look like, but she was so ugly. I wanted to run.
Why does she seem so pretty now?
My eyes water as the swirly winter wind stings them. Even under my thick jacket, I shiver uncontrollably. Daddy walks very fast and it's difficult to keep up with him. About an hour ago, we left the house and he took me for a walk in the snowy woods. It's getting dark and I really want to go home, but I think Daddy still has plans. I'm not sure what he plans on doing in the woods on a winter night. He doesn't talk much.
"Daddy?" I ask timidly as I struggle to keep up with his pace.
"Yes?" He replies. His voice is muffled by his fuzzy scarf which is pulled up over his mouth.
"It's getting dark out." I tell him. "Can we go back soon?"
He doesn't talk back for a while. I patiently wait for his answer as we
Kanniballistic KatieI first saw her, Katie, so I’ve heard, while taking a walk around town in a dark alley. At first glance, she was very beautiful. Blonde hair, a nice aqua green jacket with pink strings and a pink zipper, black converse, and two different colored eyes: one blue, one green. She motioned for me to come to her, so I did.Kanniballistic Katie1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Come here, come. I’ll give you what you want. Come,” she said.
How does she know what I want? I thought to myself. It didn’t matter. Being twenty, I didn’t really care. She looked only about eighteen. She can’t hurt me, she looks younger than me, and she doesn’t look that strong, so if she did attack me, I could take her down. I assured myself.
I followed her deeper into the alley, and she took me to an opening. I had never seen this part of town before. It was actually quite pleasant there. It was all concrete, but it had a warm feeling to it.
The opening was about 10 by 10 foot wide. The only exit was the path we took. I l
Howl of the Heavens 01Pine Ridge is a town nestled deep in the Rocky Mountains of Northern California; it had been founded by a combination of people looking for the riches of gold and the riches of fur trapping around the year 1846. Since then it has grown; although one wouldn't think this by simply passing through as they would only see the main shop which doubled as a gas station and the old church upon the hill. What they wouldn't see was the spaced out houses and the rather nice sized town with more stores down an unpaved road.Howl of the Heavens 011 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The locals had decided they didn't want tourists in their town long ago so they didn't want a paved road in which strangers could use to come into the main town. It didn't matter much to the current residents as they liked their privacy and the town stores used trucks to get supplies from the gas station where the owner ordered supplies brought there for the shops in town. Out of necessity just about everyone in town owned a truck to come and go, some of the younger generations
THE cRoOkEd MANTHE cRoOkEd MAN1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE cRoOkEd MAN
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked six-pence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat which caught crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
He met a crooked woman and he found a crooked preach,
They had a crooked marriage on a crooked little beach,
They had some crooked children and they lived a crooked life;
The crooked man, the cat, the mouse, the children and the wife.
They were happy for a number of crookedly long years,
Lived a life of crooked happiness,
Until the crooked wife upset the crooked man,
He yelled a crooked yell and hit her and ran.
The crooked man came again at the stroke of twelve,
And that was when there life became a living Hell,
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
And killed his wife and kids and he smiled his crooked smile…
Creepypasta Birthday ScenariosMonthCreepypasta Birthday Scenarios1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
January- You're killed by X
February- You hug X
March- You stalk X
April- You have a party with X
May- You go huntin with X
June- You kick X
July- You get married to X
August- Trapped forever with X
September- Switch bodies with X
October- Rule the world with X
November- You kiss X
December- You get asked out by X
1. Jeff the Killer
3. Glitchy Red
4. Homicidal Liu
5. Lost Silver
6. Smile Dog (human)
7. Jane the Killer
8. Grinny Cat (human)
9. BRVR (human)
10. Laughing Jack
11. Eyeless Jack
12. BEN Drowned
13. Mr. Widemouth
14. Slenderbro (Sexual Offenderman)
15. Skin Taker
16. Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)
20. The Rake
23. The Observer
26. Ticci Toby
27. Charlie (Sally's bear)
28. Pinkamena Diane Pie
31. SCP- 173
Favorite Disney Movie
Lion King- Because you felt like it
FearHis voice trembled as he tried to explain to the lady what had been following him previous to him bursting through the doors of the shop she worked at. She thought he was crazy. She went to get a drink for him, or so she said. Instead, she called the police to take him away. She was scared of him, though he showed no threat toward her. She did come back out with a glass of water for him. He thanked her and drank it. He seemed normal enough then. The lady then thought calling the police may have been the wrong approach. She shrugged this thought off. It was too late anyway.Fear1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Police sirens sounded outside. They came in and took the man away. He went without struggle, but when they got outside, the other officer screamed from the other side of the police car. The man stopped in his tracks, knowing what was happening. The police officer that was escorting him un-clipped the gun pouch and raised his gun with his right hand. He walked around the police car to find his partner ripped in half,
Emine (2011)Emine (2011)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a small music store downtown that I've always been interested in going to, but I haven't really had the time. The building was beaten up, and had a somewhat crooked sign. I went in the store, and what I saw was quite plain. There was a rack of T-shirts for bands I have never heard of, and a CD rack up near the front counter. I leafed through the CDs until something caught my attention. I saw an Eminem CD that I have never heard of. While I am a pretty big fan of Eminem's earlier work, I think his newer stuff is less than decent. Anyways, the cover for the album was just the standard Eminem logo over a plain white backdrop. Only the "M" at the end of Eminem was almost scratched out, making it appear to read "Emine".
The back of the CD was completely blank, no track listings or anything. Obviously I was intrigued by what I found. I went to the guy at the counter, who I asked if he has heard of this album. He gave me a funny look as if he didn't even remember putting this album o
SommernachtstraumWarm und rosaviolett fiel das letzte Licht des Tages durch die großen, weit geöffneten Fenster, und eine frische Brise stob durch das ansonsten stickig heiße Zimmer. Der Abend brachte kühlere Luft mit, und langsam wurde der Sommertag erträglich. Sie drehte den kleinen Tischventilator auf die höchste Stufe, zum wohl zehnten Male, aber die Luft, die er in ihr Gesicht blies und im Raum verwirbelte, blieb unangenehm. Es würde noch Stunden dauern, bis die Luft im Zimmer soweit abgekühlt war, dass man hätte schlafen können. Sie fuhr sich durch das noch leicht feuchte Haar, drehte ein paar Strähnen um ihre Finger und warf sich dann mit einem Ächzen auf die kleine rote Couch. Der Ventilator drehte seinen rotierenden Kopf langsam von links nach rechts und zurück, während sie sich klar zu machen versuchte, dass an Schlaf so oder so nicht zu denken war. Vermutlich wäre sie auch zu nervös gewesen, um ein kurzes NickercSommernachtstraum1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This