Wroodle 27Wroodle 27Wroodle 2728 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held my breath, hoping beyond hope she wouldn’t find me. My heart was about to burst in my chest. Sweat trickled down my back. The stench of blood hung in the air, mixed with something sickeningly sweet.
‘Don’t think about it,’ I told myself. ‘Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.’
I began to rock back and forth to the rhythm of my thoughts. It made me feel a little better, moving back and forth, rock, rock, rock. Then I heard the happy jingle of a phone. My phone. The phone in my back pocket.
I scrambled to turn it off, but I knew it was too late. Tears blurred my vision.
“Oh, there you are!”
My blood ran cold. Fear froze me in place as the monster herself came into view. She got down on her knees in front of me, grinning horribly. There was blood all over her. Her face, her chest, her legs, her hands, her hair, all dripping with
White NoiseI felt the dark presence as I scurried into the room. A prey being stalked by a predator through the night. I was showering in the bathroom, writing all over the foggy glass panels in place of boring old shower curtains with little to no value in my eyes. Drawing pictures of smiley faces and infinity symbols, and addition, subtraction and division symbols. Multiplication is so last year.White Noise47 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked out to my room still donning a fresh towel, albeit still dripping wet. I didn't bother to dry my hair, and there was still water trickling down the side of my face as testament to that fact. Suddenly the phone ring in my room. I picked it up after drying my hands and tapped the little green icon. It's 21st Century, no one uses dial phone anymore. Take that 20th Century rejects! Anyway. My boss was on the phone, he had asked me to come into work.
I had a gig at some kind of old restaurant, on Halloween night! I was going to dress up as Sonic.EXE and scare the bajeebers out of my gir
The Trask TwinsAntony never felt alone when he was with his brother. I suppose you could say that in that way he was never really alone, then. As long as I knew him, at least, he and his brother were attached at the hip. It was pretty normal in the eyes of most adults that they dealt with when they were kids. Sure, some of them whispered behind the twins' backs, but what do you expect from a wild pack of adults dealing with little kids. The strange part was when Antony's insistence of his brother's existence continued past the age when he entered school. Then, the adults who had called them strange had a field day saying the kids weren't all right. Their whispers turned into shouts and jeers as they taunted Antony's parents more openly than they had the courage to in years prior. I would say the adults were just being mean, and that their alarm was unwarranted, but I know better than to go around saying things as foolhardy as that. The problem with the Trask twins wasn't how close they were accordingThe Trask Twins1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zombie Plague: Frog HeadsType: Frog Head (AKA: Deep Ones, Swamp Monsters, Frog Men)Zombie Plague: Frog Heads3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Description: Determining what gender one is, is nearly impossible as they all have bloated frog like bodies, strong back legs with webbed feet, and claw like webbed arm. Their heads have a thick neck *sometimes hard to tell* with a head that may or may not have external gills; however they always have a face like a combination of fish, man, and frog (variations exist in specifics on teeth, mouth size *usually large*, nose *if any*). Some have a small pointless tail, while most don’t.
These mutations lurk on swamps and typically eat fish, crustaceans, and other small prey. However they have a taste for mammalian flesh if they can get it, they will stalk and attack humans. Some survivors noted being followed by a small band of these for days while going around a wetland. They seldom venture from the safety of the water except during the night and can usually be kept at bay by bright lights and fir
Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: THAT TWIST THOUGHHas the world gone mad? Is the thought of humanity and kindness lost in mankind? These sort of thoughts were all that Kayla could come up with, as she sat on her bedroom floor with her arms locked around her knees rocking back and forth. On the wall in front of her was a picture of Kayla and HIM. He who claimed that his heart belonged to her and that they were inseparable. He who would be the shoulder that she could cry on. He who would be there…for HER. Tears began rolling down her face the more she thought about this. So heartbroken. He confessed his love to her, but when she spotted him with another girl, the one that was the drama queen at her high school; it was all clear that he was lying. Love is a fickle thing. It’s as strong as a rusty, pewter chain. It may seem strong the first time around, but it weakens rather quickly. All around Kayla’s high school, she could see couples splitting and hearts being broken. She saw these as mere annoyances, but when she perMadraz's Mansion of Macabre: THAT TWIST THOUGH3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Giggles in the Dark Neo treaded through the dark, silent forest in search of materials, wood to be exact. He had run out of branches for the fire and needed some to stay warm through the night. His emerald-green orbs scanned the area around him for sticks, having to squint because of how dark it had become.Giggles in the Dark4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neo was a lanky, seventeen year-old boy, with scruffy strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. He had run away from home the year before because of his abusive alcoholic father. Having nowhere else to go, he decided to live in the Oakwood Forest at the southern edges of the city he used to live in, Greensboro, North Carolina.
After a few minutes of wandering, he managed to gather ten sticks. He examined them for a moment before giving a hum. “I should probably get some more to stock up…” he muttered, stuffing the bunch under his left arm and continuing on.
As he searched, he thought he kept hearing strange whispers in the distance, bu
Hell-Coming(Be warned it is long)Hell-Coming4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tuesday October 20
Sorry I haven’t been able to write much. My parents wanted me to document everything that happens during my senior year of high school so that I can remember the good times. Personally, I enjoy being able to do this, but I will have enough memories as it is. I have been busy with school work and setting up for massive parties and events for Homecoming here next week so I cannot write as much as I want, and when I do, I usually play games and focus on other future projects.
Nothing has changed in Little Root, Virginia from the time I got here eight years ago. The grass is still green. The trees are still tall and the forest around us still makes this little town feel like a bowl. Homeless people still litter the streets asking for money or a place to live. Only difference is that this is my last year of high school and I can finally get out of this town and see the world outside of the forest. Nothing exciting happens here. There is the oc
PerspectivaPerspectiva....que cosa tan curiosa es, ¿cierto?, por ejemplo, este estanque: visto desde la superficie era sólo un agujero de aguas color azul pálido, calmas, misteriosas, invitaban a darse un chapuzoń....pero, desde aquí, cubierto por ellas, todo es distinto: veo borrosas las siluetas de la superficie, y las olas del espejo del agua me parecen muecas burlonas que se mecen sobre mi....y sobre todo, veo los secretos que oculta este maldito estanque; esos apéndices fríos y resbalosos que me rodean los brazos y las piernas y que jamás me dejará escapar.Perspectiva5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frio¿Sabe doctor? Tengo frío, pero no de ese provocado por vientos helados, no, este viene de adentro, como si unos dedos gélidos me aferraran el corazón y lo vaciaran.Frio5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Es una sensación que me acompaña desde mi adolescencia y que temo que un día, me mate, me termine por helar de dentro hacia afuera, quien sabe, podría ser incluso que ese día fuera hoy.
Y es que...¿sabe? Ya nada me calienta; ni las mantas, ni la bebida caliente....ni siquiera un sentimiento como la esperanza....ah, ¿me ve tiritar doctor? Sí, en realidad...vine a despedirme.
Mire, mis labios ya son morados, y mis uñas azules, no me queda más que rendirme a esta suprema frialdad, aceptar mi destino y quedarme inmóvil, dejando que este hielo interno termine al fin de matarme.
SueniosDespués de un rato de duda, finalmente habló:Suenios5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-¿Sabes? Los sueños vienen por mí- volteó a verme con el miedo reflejado en sus grandes ojos marrón.
-Será que tienes sueño más bien, ¿no?
-No....no es lo mismo, aquí los escucho....como si estuviera pensando diálogos dentro de mi cabeza y de pronto se subiera el volumen, y cuando menos me doy cuenta, ya estoy con los que hablan en mi mente...soñando; quieren que me quede con ellos.
-Estás loca, ya vete a dormir, es lo que necesitas- le solté mientras salía del cuarto sin mirar atrás...quizás porque sabía lo que pasaría a la mañana siguiente y no lo quisiera ver: la encontraría dormida, para siempre, pues los sueños habían venido por ella y se la habían llevado para jamás devolverla.
The ritualThere was a village not known to the outside world, where everything seems normal. Kids playing, woman cooking, men working, all normal. When the church bells started to ring, at first people paid no mind to it. But it was the tenth ring that got people's attention, letting them know it was time. When everyone gathered in the church, they were given robes to wear. When all the people were accounted for, the priest would pull the lever causing the altar to move, revealing a staircase underneath. At the bottom of the stairs is a catacomb with ossuary skulls lining the walls. At the very end of the ossuary is a large room with a fire pit in the middle. As the people gather, the fire pit is set ablaze and a sheet of metal was placed on top. And once the people have gathered in the room, they all start chanting in an unknown language thought to have been lost in time. During all this the center of lthe sheet of metal has turned to a bright orange color as new wood is being added to the flamThe ritual5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Patient (Happy Halloween!)A story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. I got really good feedback on it, so I decided to post it, for Halloween >:3 I hope you enjoy!The Patient (Happy Halloween!)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: BLOOD AND GORE AND A DUDE NAMED WESLEY
I sat, shaking, in the corner of the blank room. I didn’t know why the patient spared me, but he did. It was strange really. Maybe he didn’t notice me, maybe he couldn’t carry more than two bodies. He had just strutted into the room, beat the other two patients to death with a metal bat, and dragged them away. He didn’t even look at me.
I stood up feeling sick and crept toward the door, which had been forced open by the murderer.
“Where are the doctors when you need them?” I muttered to myself, as I peeked around the dirty doorframe. Deciding it was safe I stepped into the hallway of the asylum. I gulped as I walked down the corridor to f
LLUVIA NEGRA (HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)escuchar con este video de sonidos de fondo porfavorLLUVIA NEGRA (HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mientras un joven seguía su camino en auto por una carretera a altas hora de la noche, bajo la fuerte lluvia acompañada de constante truenos, el joven asustado paro en seco el auto al ver un silueta justo delante de el de un persona vestida con una capa de lluvia negra; acelero un poco y se puso a un costado de él, bajando la ventana
-hey! que haces en medio de la calle podría haberte atropellado, sube rápido la lluvia es muy fuerte-dijo el joven a aquella persona la cual tenía un rostro de piel muy pálida de pelo negro, largo y lacio; este entro silenciosamente.
El camino oscuro de la noche, el sonido de los truenos se escuchaban iluminando brevemente los rostros de aquellos que se encontraba en el interior de aquel auto, el sonidos del limpiaparabrisas se escuchaba como el de un metrónomo, su silencioso acompañante no decía ni una sola palabra mirando solamen
Fall Nights, part 1Night One: TrainsFall Nights, part 17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pain is overwhelming. It burns, and stabs, and tears her apart, and she can do nothing but lie on the hard concrete floor, desperately gasp for air and scream. She’s been lying here in agony for what feels like an eternity; one would think that her screams should have drawn somebody to her by now, but no – save for her, the platform is empty (and quiet, so unbelievably quiet). Of course, that’s what she was going for, originally. Nighttime, a subway station with comparatively little traffic even during more busy hours of the day. She tried coming here several times, she can recall, until finally she had the luck of finding herself the only person on the platform. Nobody to look at her, to see what she was doing, to grab her arm and stop her, to scream as she flung herself onto the tracks…
It seemed like a good idea at the time. She can’t quite remember why. Through the mis
Spooktober Youtubers Haunted Night Chapter 2Spooktober Youtubers Haunted Night Chapter 2Spooktober Youtubers Haunted Night Chapter 27 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Youtubers Hunted Night Feat Anime Characters,Writing By NyanAssassin
So after Team Burry completing their mission we now move onto our next team witch is Team Gamers.Lurking on this floor is Black Bullet And Angel Beats.Lets see if they can scare our gamers.
"Right here's the plan,we all split up into different places since this floor is so big and the more we're all apart the more of a chance we find the glow sticks",Said Sohinki calmly.
"All we need to remember guys is,is that Sachiko lurks round these floors and she is quit scary if I say so myself!,Anthony says in a bit of a worried voice.
"I'm sure we'll all be fine",says Justine feeling confident.
As all the youtubers talk to come up with a plan both Angel Beats and Black Bullet get into place.
"Enju,You're quite small so make sure to run round
Zombie Plague: Blue GhoulType: Blue GhoulZombie Plague: Blue Ghoul7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Description: People of either a thin or semi-athletic build; they have strikingly blue skin and icy blue somewhat faded looking eyes. They have human intelligence, full intelligence able to use tools, communicate, ect… Originally thought to be a “Neo-Myth” told by survivors passing through some back country areas and abandoned towns; most commonly found around isolated mountain towns and structures. They are almost always in bands, one case being a whole town of them in rural Canada.
Blue Ghouls however are extremely dangerous as they have a craving for human flesh, and given they will cook and consume the whole body (they do this ritualistically) nothing is left to become a new zombie. Blue Ghouls despite being intelligent are sociopaths; they will abandon and turn on each other if the situation calls for it *easiest solution first regardless of relations*. They are also prone to torture and mutilations.
Blue Ghouls are t
HalloweenHome alone. It wasn't a situation that particularly bothered Joan, despite the darkness of the other rooms and the creaks from distant corners of the house. She knew she was the only one in, and there was no such thing as ghosts. Not even on Halloween. In fact, especially on Halloween. What self-respecting ghost would come creeping on the one night of the year when no-one would take it seriously? And so, Joan sat in her room typing away at her computer, untroubled by thoughts of spectres and ghouls.Halloween8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thudding sound echoed up from downstairs. Slow, evenly-spaced bangs, like something falling repeatedly against her front door. She frowned. Hadn't she put up a sign saying “no trick-or-treating”? Deciding to ignore it, she continued with her work. Thud. Thud. Thud. After ten minutes, during which it continued without a break and kept interrupting her train of thought, she pushed herself away from the desk with a huff, and stamped downstairs to confront whatever irritating chil