AshPART 1Ash3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you have to go on the cruise?" I asked my father.
"Yes, me and your mom need this, I'm sorry." He rebounded.
"But it's just gonna be me and..."
"Your brother." My mother said as she entered the room, "You and your brother are going to be fine, you're a big boy, plus what else are you going to do over your winter break?"
I crossed my arms and didn't say a word. My mother approached me and laid her hand on my shoulder, "Listen, I know you think your brother's annoying, but he looks up to you, so please, be nice to him for me."
I nodded. My father picked up their bags and I followed them to the door, "We'll be home in a few days son. Take care of your brother while we're gone."
My brother was watching them leave from the staircase. As soon as the door closed, he ran down the staircase and managed to slip. I went over to him and helped him up.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm ok, are mom and dad gone?"
"Yep, just me and you."
A large smile overtook his face, he threw h
The LegendTamara was walking home alone at night, her long black hair becoming soaked. Her eyes were so dark a shade of brown that they almost looked black. The town hadn’t seen a storm quite like this in ages! It had knocked all the power out of the entire town.The Legend7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tamara had been at her friends house. Sadly, her friend’s family’s car had been in the shop that day, and Tamara had insisted upon getting home that night. Walking home reminded Tamara about a legend the town had.
On the night when the winds are howling, darkness falls upon our little town. In this darkness, the demons come from the deepest depths of their domain searching for a girl whose soul they will steal. Their devilish charms will lure even the strongest willed girl into their web of deceit, a web which she will never return. If a young girl should wander the streets on a night such as this, a demon will find her. Lured in she will be, and never seen again. No trace. Almost as if she was never there at all
The Halloween PartyIt is Hallowe’en, 1926, and my brother and I are on our way to a fancy dress party at our auntie’s house. The weather was good when we set out, but now we are caught in a fog so thick we can barely see our own feet.The Halloween Party8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heavy drizzle has drenched my short fairy dress, and my brother’s coat and his arm around my shoulders are the only things keeping me from turning into an icicle. He is dressed in a solder’s uniform, borrowed from our cousin, who was conscripted during the war, and his coat it blissfully thick and warm, although it doesn’t do much for my cold, bare legs.
Just as I start to think it is our fate to freeze to death out here, a looming, dark figure emerges from the fog. As we walk closer, I see that it is a large, imposing manor house in dark stone, and that there is light coming from the ground floor windows.
“We must really be off track,” my brother says, staring up at the building. “I don’t remember a building like th
The ClosetMy younger sister and I shared a bedroom in a two-bedroom apartment. Our twin-sized beds were beside each other with a short dresser between us to serve as a night table. In elementary school my curiosity was sky-high and I insisted on having my bed closer to the door so I could crack it to listen to our parents talk, listen to whatever they were watching on the television, and the like. My sister liked being by the window with the curtain pulled a little from the side to allow a sliver of moonlight in lieu of a nightlight.The Closet8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In order to settle you into the right mindset I can’t avoid explaining the bedroom setup. Don’t worry; I’ll keep it as brief as possible. Picture a square room. You’re standing in the doorway. To your immediate right: the bed setup already explained. Around the corner to the next wall are the windows but nothing else there due to the baseboard heaters. On the wall directly across from the beds and the door: a dresser lined up with our beds re
Crimson Claws and Fangs 23 Litmet awakens to find Ananth still asleep to her left. When she turns she finds her other bedfellow is standing in front of the cage holding her pet snake. Litmet waltzed across the room naked as the shadows slither from the corners of the room like her willing servants and wrap themselves around her to form a form fitting dress. Litmet wraps her arm around Rick’s waste and watches his face as he focuses his attention on the animal in the cage, a green boa constrictor with small pointed ears and blinking yellow human like eyes.Crimson Claws and Fangs 2311 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rick says to Litmet, “While I was in the cocoon I could hear and see everything, I remember when you brought this animal in here and said it was to keep me company. I saw you feeding it something from a bottle…what is this thing exactly?”
Litmet smiles, “It’s called a Jaracakas. Is a reptilian vampire from Brazil. I got it to remind myself of the potential of natural vampires on this pla
Kathy Vs. The Spider 2Kathy huffed as she threw the door open, face locked into a scowl as she marched out of the house, towing a large can of rubbish. Why did she always have to take out the bins she wondered angrily. Her flat mate Emma may as well have done it as she cleaned the rest of the house.Kathy Vs. The Spider 215 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The chore wasn't a long or hard one, despite her grumbling, and she was on her way back inside when she heard a faint chattering noise. Looking to the side of her house she stood and waited for a moment, wondering what to do. After a few moments she had decided to ignore it and go in when she heard it again, louder, and from somewhere else on the roof.
Looking up she couldn't see the source of the sound, so she took a few steps back. As she did a massive sharp shape began to come into view. Understandably perturbed she decided whatever it was didn't need her attention, and she began to walk towards the door slowly. This would prove to be her last mistake however as just as she began to reach for the door knob th
Creepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game AlchemistCreepypasta: She Calls Herself the Game Alchemist17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves tumbled down from the branches as the chill of winter began to creep up on the small town I called home. Autumn was coming to a close and my classes were giving out more work as mid-term drew near. I had a research paper to do for a blow off zoology class so I took the scenic route towards the library to experience the last days of the falling leaves. That class had been so easy going since the day it started – hell, once this paper was done, the teacher was going to take us to the zoo a few towns over – those are the perks of high school, am I right? I just had to go to the library, find a book, skim a few paragraphs, half-ass the paper, and BAM! I would be done! Too bad that’s not how it went. I wish the day would have gone as planned, but unfortunately it didn’t. I should have checked where the library was located before I had gone out, but with my idiot sophomore mind didn’t think about it. I could have just checked
nid d'oiseauthe sky was milky cyan in the early evening, the sun dipping just low enough to bleach the world into a fluorescent haze. the air was warm, gentle, with a comfortable touch of humidity in the late spring, the sound of the slight breeze only interrupted by melodies of songbirds, or whispers of the long grasses. damn, the place even smelled like nature and fresh air; i nearly skipped up the winding staircase that led to the nid d’oiseau - the bird’s nest, my new home. left and right were verdant hedgerows writhing with happy, tiny birds, and the lawns were freckled with pink and white, flowers i didn't know the names of - i'd have to learn them! i'd learn the names of all the pretty flowers in the flower beds, and the wise old trees in the shady corners, and the happy, tiny birds. i'd fill my bookshelves with guides and glossaries and pamphlets from nature charities, and i'd spend my twilight years surrounded by beauty and knowledge.nid d'oiseau17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
the house was postcard-perfe
Two lost souls"Dude, you got to be kidding me." says some voice back in the abbyss of blackness.Two lost souls21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm afraid I'm not." Second, a bit deeper voice replies "We're as doomed as you think, if not more."
"But... But how? Why?"
"I don't know. I know only that I've... failed." second voice says sadly
"I'm telling you - we're going to end up badly because of that." Said a teenager with tan, blond hairs and blue eyes in blue jeans.
"We will not." Repiled another teenager, a bit more bulky, with brown hairs and green eyes " Besides, It's worth the risk."
They both were moving at some corridor of school, heading to chemical classroom.
"It's the only cause why I'm here with you." blondie guy said frowning at his friend
They stopped, hearing an unnatural noise.
Someone was following them.
"Damned, damned, damned!" Cursed blondie begining to run "I should have stayed at home!"
"Now it's too late." said bulky one running after him "Now be useful for something and open those door!" he added pointing at chemical
English Story StarterHe should have known better. Now the cops were going to find him. He shouldn’t have left the ax unattended in the barn. His farmhands would surely find it. He knew he should’ve kept it in the attic or in his bedroom, however suspicious it might’ve been. That ax should never be found, it wasn’t meant to be found. So why did he leave it? How could he have been so oblivious to where he had placed the cursed object?English Story Starter22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucas Johnson was in his early 30’s. He had no wife or kids nor a small wealth to keep himself from work. His mother died from stomach cancer when he was a teenager, and left his father and himself without another way of income or a guiding hand to help them get along. His father had died in a farming accident on the farm which Lucas now owns. His extended family ignored his father and himself for years, leaving them in complete solitude. With no friends and a small amount of farm workers, Lucas had ran the large farm since his fathers death.
The Dancer (Updated)It began about a week ago, as I slept. I was having the strangest nightmare I’ve ever had.The Dancer (Updated)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was alone, and surrounded by darkness. I couldn’t see or sense anything. I couldn’t even see my own body. Then something started.
At first it was just tapping, like the steps of a tap dancer. It was a low and quiet noise, so faint I wasn’t certain I had heard anything at all. They came through the pitch darkness from a source I could not see. They sounded hollow and distant, far too distant for such a quiet noise to travel, and echoed despite not having anything visible to make them echo.
Stranger still was the rhythm. The steps bounced and clicked like a tap dancers, but seemed to follow no pattern at all. They came in bursts of inhuman speed then paused at random intervals, following no structure or cadence.
Most unsettling of all, however, was the strange feeling I got when I heard them. The second I noticed the taps everything in me warned me of danger. Though I coul
Espacio PersonalQuerido Jhon:Espacio Personal1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lo siento. Yo realmente no pensé que esto sucedería, pero debes comprenderme… fuiste demasiado brusco, me tomaste por sorpresa. De otra manera, yo jamás hubiese reaccionado de esa forma. Después de todo, las damas somos delicadas… nunca se me hubiera ocurrido actuar así, jamás. Pero… cuando repentinamente intentaste invadir mi espacio personal… mi cuerpo actuó solo, ni siquiera pensé lo que estaba haciendo. Compréndeme, el espacio propio es muy importante. Es algo que debe ser respetado, y aunque escribo esta carta para pedirte disculpas, espero que entiendas que tú causaste esto. Si no te hubieras abalanzado a besarme tan de repente, no hubiera sucedido nada. Todo seguiría igual, seguiríamos siendo buenos amigos y nada más que eso. Si hubieras respetado mi espacio, no tendría que haberte empujado. Y debo decirte que el momento que escogiste tampoco fue el correcto. ¿Por qu&
La cortinaHay gente que necesita dejar la cortina de la ducha cerrada para no ver si hay algo detrás. Otros, deben abrirla para asegurarse de que, precisamente, no hay nada al otro lado. Y eso era lo que yo prefería hacer. Desde muy pequeña, me perseguía el miedo de que alguien se escondiera allí detrás y de que, cuando menos me lo esperara, saliera y me hiciera daño.La cortina1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Una noche, me desperté de repente, aunque no sobresaltada. Sin razón alguna, mis ojos se abrieron y mi sueño se desvaneció. Luego de esperar unos minutos, rogando que mi sueño regresara, me di cuenta de que era en vano y me levanté. Me dirigí al baño y una vez allí, me miré al espejo, tenía unas enormes ojeras. A mis espaldas, también veía la ducha. De repente, me percaté de que la cortina estaba cerrada, cosa un poco rara, ya que vivo sola y siempre la dejo abierta. Pensé que simplemente no me había dado cuenta y la h
KarmaSiempre fui una chica no deseada, incluso antes de nacer. Mi madre era una de esas mujeres a las que no les interesa nada salvo su aspecto, mientras se viera bien ella era feliz… Podrán imaginarse que el quedar embarazada de mí fue el peor castigo que pudo haberle ocurrido. Se deprimió de sobremanera al notar como su esbelta figura se iba deteriorando poco a poco, como su abdomen se hinchaba mientras yo crecía en su interior. Comenzó a creer que yo me estaba alimentando de su belleza. Cuando decidió que no le importaba lo peligroso que fuera, de cualquier manera me abortaría, ya era demasiado tarde, ya tenía demasiados meses de embarazo como para hacerlo. Pero se juró a si misma que yo pagaría por lo que le había hecho. Fue así como mi calvario comenzó antes que mi propia vida.Karma1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poco después de que nací, ella decidió que había llegado la hora de que yo pasara cada momento de sufrimiento por el que
Death's ForeplayI’ve met a Grim Reaper. At least it called itself one. There’s more than one, but there’s one that constantly haunts me. It had a knife embedded in the back of his head, and had long creepy fingers.Death's Foreplay2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The last time it appeared was yesterday before I had to go to sleep. Skeletons can’t smile, but this one seemed happy to be there. It straddled me and stared into my eyes, and then it stuck its hand into my chest. The pressure was heavy, despite his hand not being that heavy. I tried to pull his arm out, but my hands passed right through him, leaving me clutching my chest. His middle finger flicked out for a moment… before sinking into my neck. The pain rose to my head and left me unable to resist.
While all this occurred, it was scary what I felt exude from the cadaver. It wasn’t hunger or envy for my life; it was lust. It enjoyed making me feel like a trip to the emergency room was necessary. I resisted and told it I didn’t want to die and that I
Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins Across the world before fourteen individuals green glowing spheres appear; elsewhere in special locations magic windows with green boarders appear. From them a woman’s voice announces, “The Tournament of Darkness has begun!”Dark Tournament 09: The Tournament Begins2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a brief pause she continues, “This tournament a mere fourteen fighters have decided to try their hand at becoming the rulers of the supernatural world.
Violet the Heavy Metal Dullahan
El Chupacabra the Luchedore Chupacabra
Slamrock the Pro-Wrestler Leprechaun
Prof. Frad the techno Immortal
Albia the Eldritch Spawn
Hydera Dredge the Toxic Queen
Gel the bubbly blue slime
Apole the Divine Dryad
B. Mai Valentine the Hive Queen
Scale the lizard boy
Athena the Centaur Goddess
Luke the Swordsma
Found Footage(Static flashes on before showing a close up on a man's frozen, face with the wind blowing)Found Footage2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
*sniff* S-shit, not good, not good. no, no, no, no!
(the man begins to cry, and a faint laugh is heard in the distance, slowly getting closer, until it stops)
I can hear it coming, it's wicked laugh, echoing upon the wind, a sound that gives it, it's name! I-I wish I could follow what the locals advice but the rivers are all frozen over.
(A the man looks up and drops the camera and it points towards a creature, the source of laughing, long nails, pale skin, it slowly move towards him)
Oh god OH GOD NO STAY BACK, OH god NO HAHAHA STOP HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO HAHAHAHAHAH
(Camera battery flashes red and the camera turns off)
ThornThere was a girl once Christa,a fangirl ofFreddy Kruger.She had shortred hair and big green eyes, She was sach a cute girl. One day she and her best friend Maria were working onthe school project about Myths they chose celtic god of war Morrigan. When They ended and Christa was going home to the dunk father who dosn't care about her and memories of mother who was shot by a rober. She hated her life somtimes she tought that she is just a waste forspace andshe should end her life but there still was Maria her savior. But Then, there was an accident, Maria was hited by a car and mustd go to hospial. Christa was alone, again just like whenshe lost her mother. Nobody protected her from socidal toughts and reality, like it wasn't enough kids started to bully her by saying that it was her fault that Maria was inthe hospital. And then kids went to far, They tied her and thrown her in the car. She woke up in the forest suroanded by teens one of them saidThorn2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"hey look Bitch is awake" He