FFM 25: The Delivery BirdMom pressed her feet into the stirrups with all of her might, tears of joy and agony streaming down her face. The last push was the hardest, working out the shoulders and wings that followed the long, slender neck. After that, the rest of the stork slid out easily.FFM 25: The Delivery Bird21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mom and dad wrapped their arms around one another and looked upon it with a combination of euphoria and crippling exhaustion, eagerly waiting to see what the white sack in his beak held. But the messenger only looked back sympathetically, bowing its head in a solemn apology.
The pouch was empty.
The Mirror BladeThe mirror was smooth and cold to the touch as she ran her fingers across it. They didn't leave a mark - not a whisper of fingerprints trailing a pale grey line. It shouldn't be there; there was no record of a mirror being brought in, but here it was, completely out of place and completely intriguing. She pulled her hand away and stepped back. The mirror was huge, standing at least six foot tall and surrounded by silver gilding that formed twisted celtic patterns and drew the faces of children and faeries.The Mirror Blade22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Liz looked around as the soft sound of music drifted towards her ears. The doors were shut and she was the only one in the room. She swivelled back towards the mirror as the sound grew louder: It was coming from beyond the glass.
"What?" she whispered to herself as she took a step closer to the glass.
The music grew louder and she could pick out voices amongst the melody. She couldn't understand the voices but they were clear and pure, singing high and bright but muffled through the
Strive To Kill Chapter 2 The sun slowly rose above the trees of the dense forest in the cool November morning. Catherine was either awake first or last, but this morning she woke up quite early. She was up carving more arrows for her crossbow, the most effective weapon in their situation. The ammunition was usually reusable, it was an accurate weapon, and more importantly, it was quiet. Loud noises alert walkers immediately of your whereabouts. Catherine's hands started to cramp up after she made a third arrow so she left her supplies in her tent and left a note saying 'I'm going to scout out the area and take down any walkers near the camp.' On the outside of her tent. Taking nothing but a couple of long knives and a pistol with two extra clips, she left the camp.Strive To Kill Chapter 213 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
K woke up almost immediately after Catherine left, he stretched and yawned and crawled out of his tent and was blinded by the morning Sun. Curious, he looked to Catherine's tent, the thirteen year old had left a note. He
just waiting The girl looked into the room silently. Her gaze shifting from her feet to her screen to the area behind her. Fear kept trying to grip her attempting to entangle her mind with it's poisons. She was an easy scare but most would have gone without notice, mainly by the way she talked. Her words were filled with dark morbid thoughts dripping off the edge of insanity. But none knew her fears within her room at night. None knew her thirst for light within the dark. Darkness oh how her mind was split between it one half wanting to slip within it embracing it's silence and mysterious embrace while the other pushes it away with light fearing the creatures hiding within it. She was never abused as a child, she feared no man. That was real. Her imagination was her bane and her gift. Allowing her to create splendid and magnificent worlds, but also keeping her from remembering that reality and imagination are separate.just waiting 13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She snapped her head back her long hair slapped
MonsterMonsterMonster16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I saw in you something that was in me. Hidden, unspoken. Violence and darkness. You captivated me with your words. Your anger excited me. I played with you, like fire. Craving the rage. But you had your own game. Manipulate me. Turn me inside out until I lost my moral compass. I, who could never hurt anyone. Could never cause the pain I’ve been through. You changed me. Desperate for your light to shine on me. Your obsession with me fueled me. Now I don’t even recognize the words I’m speaking. You make me beg and plead. You’ve taken me. Depravity. Your secrets captivate me. Damage me. Who am I now? I stay; when everyday my mind screams ‘no more.’ Your darkness makes mine shine bright. You are a soulless monster. I want to leave but beg you to stay.
Ripper The crowd of well dressed, well groomed individuals stood nervously in front of a young man with an eye patch and a scar across his face. His single grey eye – pale and unnervingly focused – flickered over the assembled group with the precision of a fighter. The room was silent, filled with nothing but the steady breathing of the one-eyed man and the slightly more frantic breaths of the assembled crowd.Ripper19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Look around you,” he said, startling several of the smaller individuals. His voice was a deep growl, rough and accented with an overlay of curious lisps and grating noises. He stalked forward, and the primly dressed crowd stepped back nervously. “Tell me what you see that can be used as a weapon.”
The crowd of young adults did as he commanded, looking around the room with a collective blank stare that almost made the one-eyed man draw his weapon and sate the possessed blade’s lust for blood. Their eyes ski
Kurai (creepypasta story)Kurai (creepypasta story)18 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I woke up I was in that little white room, it was completely empty It's been months or years or centuries I do not even know why I'm here. I wonder what there is behind the white room. I could not guess I do not remember anything. I have this hatred and this madness that torments my mind. I need an answer. Suddenly, I hear a small voice. It said:
-Alphonse! Answer me! Are you here?!
Who is Alphonse? Who is this person calling? I'm sick of all these questions I want out of here! I pushed and I struck the door and I'm screaming by the rage . Suddenly I hear noises that resemble me then the voice said
-Alphonse is that you?
Someone knocked on the door and the little voice yelled:
-Alphonse answer ! Me big brother!
I was going to talk but another much more serious voice interrupts me:
-What are you doing here kid? This is not a place for childrens!
-But Sir, I was talking to my brother Alphonse!
-Your big brother is not able to ans
Brought by the Storm (page 1)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page 1)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The local meteorology office had recently predicted the storm that finally erupted, but the actual dimensions of the storm took even them001-aback. Granted nobody can know everything; but the office had predicted something like a simple summer downpour. What eventually erupted over the town limits was beyond their imaginations. But the storm itself was only one part of the strange story.
Someone, somewhere, who witnesses or is caught in this type of storm is bound to report strange sightings. So, one late afternoon, when a team of town councilors headed around in a van to look about the town, they discovered a resident literally bound to a lamp post who seemingly babbled indecipherably about something the storm had brought or awakened. Nobody knew how the townsman had hot tied to the post despite the weather. Nor could anyone understand what he babbled.
He mumbled fearfully about some gigantic thing that stalked out amidst the weather, from "god alone knows
disk 175 part 1I wish I had time, but time just is not on my side today, im Melanie by the way,disk 175 part 112 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
and I found an old macintosh computer in my fathers garage, dusty, but still
probably in good use, at least it may turn on, even if it doesent boot in the
I was moving with my sister for college, heh, the 1990's, what odd times it was,
however, after examining the computer for any damages of any kind, including
scratches, cracks in the screen, or water inside the machine, something caught
A little sticker, beside the apple logo machine, read "Beta Machine: DO NOT
REMOVE UNLESS AUTHORIZED" so I went to my father, who was working on something
in the garage, and asked him exactly what it was, he said it was restricted to
tell me, "Even in modern time?" I joked, his expression did not change though,
he seemed very serious still, "NO" was all he said, before ignoring my further
questions and returning to his work.
I asked him if I could take it, but by now he had that damn car mo
CREEPYPASTA - Oh Patrick! (Lost SpongeBob Episode)I adored SpongeBob SquarePants prior to the 2005 season. An animated cartoon on Nickelodeon, or dubbed as a Nicktoon, excuse me, that debuted on its channel on May of 1999, and still airs today, making this one of the longest running animated shows behind Family Guy, Arthur, South Park, and The Simpsons. When Stephen Hillenburg, the creator of SpongeBob, and a marine biologist, stepped down in late-2004, pretty much after the release of the movie, Paul Tibbitt, who also worked for the show, was promoted as the replacement as showrunner, and hired untalented writers, as well as writers that have their careers go as down as the acting career of Rob Schneider, making the new SpongeBob a COMPLETE and UTTER joke.CREEPYPASTA - Oh Patrick! (Lost SpongeBob Episode)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, it all started in 2008, a few years after Hillenburg called it quits. I was an intern at Nickelodeon Animation Studios, and I used work with these hairy, dirty, sadistic, untalented, egotistical writers. I was an intern so that I could live on my own while going to college
The Haunting: Part 1"I thought maybe this would be something you'd enjoy looking into--it's not like there isn't some historical value to the place."The Haunting: Part 11 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I get that, Sabrina. What I'm wondering about is why all the mystery? You act like it's some big secret." I honestly didn't know what to expect when she came to me saying she had a 'big surprise' for me. Sabrina had an odd definition of the term 'big surprise'. Sometimes it meant a new phonograph for my birthday and sometimes it meant...well, this. Looking up at the building, what had been ominously labeled 'The Corbitt House', I could understand why the mystery. If I had seen a photo of the place before hand, I probably would have passed on the whole thing.
"Besides, it's atmospheric and I hear there's some old furniture left in here that you're free to take on top of the pay."
I noticed that she wasn't really moving from the spot either. None of us had since we approached the gate leading up the dilapidated old homestead. I looked back to Albert who hadn'
Hunter: Chapter 9/ part 1: Masquerade/ pastHunter: Chapter 9/ part 1: Masquerade/ past5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Caroline,” Mrs. Dunches called upstairs, “have you finished getting dress?”
Caroline's door opened and Elizabeth came running out, giggling. She stomped down the stairs, jumping the last two while looking over her shoulder to check if she was being chased. In her hand she was clutching something pale white.
“Hold on a moment,” her mother said grabbing her daughter by the arm to stop her from running away. “What do you have there?”
Elizabeth tried to hide her hand behind her back before her mother saw it.
“Is that your sister's mask?” she asked seeing the Bauta poking over Elizabeth's shoulder.
Elizabeth giggled again as her mother took the mask from her.
“Don't run Lizzy, your father still has a headache. He doesn't need you stomping about and waking him up,” Mrs. Dunches scolded her daughter as she let go of her arm.
“Okay,” Elizabeth sighed and sat down on the bottom step but looked up as
The Bloody End Chapter 2Ironic FateThe Bloody End Chapter 220 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...And in other news, there's high concern over the disappearance of Nate Duncan. The 36 year old was last seen on a night out with friends last night and did not return home."
I munch my cereal, half heartedly watching the morning news.
"It is reported that Nate made his own way home after refusing to go in a taxi with friends. Nate was highly under the influence of alcohol so this makes his family, and the police, all the more concerned."
They show a photo up of this Nate Duncan character. Despite not being totally surprised, I do gawp, my eyes widening slightly.
"This is the most recent photograph of Nate Duncan. He was wearing a black t.shirt, black jeans and black boots when he disappeared. If anyone has any information on his whereabouts, please call this number..."
I shove my cereal bow and spoon in the kitchen sink and shove on a jacket and trainers over my pyjamas. Then, being as quiet as I can, I open the front door and step outside. I try an
Mia's Harvest- Part One“There is a legend that surrounds the scarecrow standing in the priest's cornfield and I wanna find out if it's true,” Amy smirked as we all walked towards the cornfield. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't the only one. Pete sniggered like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard and Michael just yawned, clearly bored with the idea. Everyone knew that the priest had put up the scarecrow in the cornfield to scare the crows, even if he denied it. Clearly it didn't work but with it been Harvest Festival and a suppose full moon, we decided to come here and see if we could summon the scarecrow. Well Amy did. I only agreed to come along because my boyfriend, Luke, wanted to go. He loved all his creepy stories and stuff so for him to miss out on this was unfair. Also, it was either this or taking my little sister to trick or treating. Jessica tutted and looked at me, grinning slightly. I knew what she was thinking. She wanted to play a prank on Amy. I shook my head discreetly and she pMia's Harvest- Part One23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CreepyPasta Takes Over My Life (Prologue)PrologueCreepyPasta Takes Over My Life (Prologue)23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life is hard. That’s what I know that’s actually true, compared to the junk that my parents used to tell me before they died. Don’t worry about me. That was three years ago. Just thought that you might want to know. So you wouldn’t get too curious.
And right now, my life is hanging on a piece of string. Literally. Kind of a long story that I don’t think you want to know about.
I have a lot of friends. I don’t live on the streets. I live with a friend in an apartment that’s right across from Izze’s. And yes, my parents really did die.
And again, I’m still here, dangling from the roof of the apartment that I live in and Izze, one of my numerous friends, lives in. With the crazy murderer taunting me, holding the piece of string that could send me hurtling to my death at any minute.
“C’mon, just give in. I know you’re here for the meeting,” the murderer says aloud, her eyebrows bunching together.
Bayonette's Sorrow Bayonette's SorrowBayonette's Sorrow6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Here you're safe..."
I hate her. I loathe her the very depths of my existence. She promised me safety, happiness, love. All she gave me was misery. My first few years were great. Lots of love and kindness from the girl. There were lots of other dolls too. But she loved me most of all. But then things went bad.
It was a warm autumn day in September. My girl and I were walking through the woods, when she was attacked by a vicious black dog. I heard her scream and sensed that she was in great danger.
Summoning all my willpower and though I have no nerves I threw myself in the path of the great dog.
"here you're warm..."
Forgetting the girl, the dog went after it's new prize, me. I was conscious of myself being torn limb from limb, though
disk 175 creepypasta previewDisk 175disk 175 creepypasta preview13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It could have been a dream, or, maybe a mix of dream/surreal nightmare, either way, I wasent aware this was the outcome, a bitter beginning, I was floating in water, water? no, no thats wrong, because I was still breathing air, though I seen waves as if I was in water, though all around me was stars, and the bright full moon, I was floating, though I felt cool air, then I remembered.
the code, the.....code, the progect to create a perfect world, even if it was merely digital, simulation, then, I woke up, only I wasent at my house anymore, I had went back?
I awoke...it...wasent my time, darkness felt like it was covering me, no, it was people, all around me, laying, numbers seemingly tattooed on there arms, labeled, they were in a simulated dream as well, some smiling, others just a regular face, then, a bright light filled the room, a figure looming over me, then, I was out, in the same world again...
It was it, what I had read on those disks, a secret experiment, a failed one