in flesh and bloodHe finds her unassumingly. She's just standing there, cheeks ruddy, bundled in a forest green jacket lined with fake—he thinks—fur. He finds her, hands in pockets, feet atop the grass. The light that floods the panes of her face casts dark shadows beneath her eyes and along her jaw and he thinks for a moment that she might be kind of beautiful.in flesh and blood1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why are you standing before the Eiffel Tower and looking so sad?"
Her head snaps. He counts, one, two, three, seconds, and then she turns her face upward toward the monument in front of the two. They are alone. She doesn't say anything and then she's saying something and he has to turn his attention from the angles of her face to her brown, brown, brown eyes.
"Do you think it's lonely?" Of course not, he thinks. Of course not.
But all he can utter is no as he stares up at it. When she asks him why he sputters and turns to face her again, and sh
Sister's ClearingNOTE TO CREEPYPASTA FANDOM: This actually happened, this is not a story. This actually took place. Even if there's some slight misinformation on my part. I will update this with more information as it becomes available. The dialogue here is what was actually said in the chat, just made more sense to tell a story.Sister's Clearing23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
BASED OFF AN EXPERIENCE IN DARASU CHAT
I am alias: Caden (If you want to go on there, that is.)
She warned us about her sister and her intentions on here. She told us everything, not wanting to get banned because of her sister's actions. She even gave me ideas in order to rid her sister of her wretched behavior. I was ready, I was prepared, but I already knew that I wouldn't do much to solve all of her problems with her sister.
Her alias on the chat is named CeltyCat. She's one of the nicest girls I have ev
The Ghost Dear Diary,The Ghost9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today, Lizzie made a new friend. She says I should come play with them, but I’ve seen the scratches on her arms and the smile that tells me she’s hiding her pain. Felix doesn’t like the new friend either – he hisses every time the boy comes near him.
I don’t think anyone else can see him. Just me, Lizzie and Felix. It’s almost like we’re at war – Lizzie and the boy against Felix and I. The grown-ups try and tell us that it’s good to have an imaginary friend, and that it will help us become friends with other people, but I think they’re wrong. I don’t think the pale boy who walks through walls and wears a scary grin is Lizzie’s friend. Friends don’t hurt each other – Miss Eddy said so.
Felix has gone missing. The last time anyone saw him, he was with Lizzie. I think the boy had something to do with it – the mar
East Coast Werewolf BluesThis is the second part (currently) of Finn the werewolf and Agent Paulson's story. The first part, "Midnight Swim," is linked in the author comments.East Coast Werewolf Blues13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
While the rest of Bangor swirled around him, heads down against the November drizzle and oblivious to the monster in their midst, Finn shivered in a second-hand plaid shirt and washed-out jeans a size too big, debating whether to spend the last of his bills on a bus or a cup of coffee. Or maybe just turn around and hitch back to Florida.
It'd been a long time since he'd been up north—over a year, in fact. After the night at the beach in Connecticut, and his encounter with Agent Paulson, he'd padded south alongside route one until dawn snagged him, dragging his wolf-self away in a wash of pale gold rays and leaving him naked in the backyard of a couple whose tastes in clothing were a few decades out of style. He'd hitched the remaining way to Orlando in a super-fly wide-collar polyester shirt that had somehow maintained its
House of Torment-IntroductionsSonic woke up in darkness, along with some others.House of Torment-Introductions13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sonic: Oww...*rubs head*
Tails: Sonic? Is that you?
Sonic: Yeah...what happened? Where are we?
Tails: I don't know, but my head hurts.
Sonic: Oh, you're here too.
Shadow: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M HERE TOO? Are you deaf?
Amy: Ouch! Sonic, are you there?
Sonic: Unfortunately, yes.
Amy: I can't see anything.
Shadow: Yeah no sh*t.
Knuckles: She's right though.
Sonic: Knuckles! You're here too?
Knuckles: Yeah. I don't clearly remember what happened though. I think I got hit on the head. *rubs head*
Cream: Miss Amy? Mr. Sonic? What's happening?
Amy+Sonic: Don't worry Cream.
Amy: Let's figure out a way to get out of here. *steps on something*
Amy: Oh my god sorry Sally! *sheepish smile*
Sally: Careful okay? Jeez. Anyway, can someone tell me what happened?
Sonic: Nope. But let's try to get out of here...
Anonymous voice: Hello everybody to the House of Torment! This is where we take a certain amount o
In ComingThere were sounds.In Coming7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Soft sounds, hardly more than moss or distant cloud. Yet they were sounds, and should have been heard.
Those who chattered at their glasses did not hear. Nor did those outside under the stars.
When the rains began, they were not prepared. Less so, when the rain became something other than rain.
I am Hope ArcherI am Hope ArcherI am Hope Archer10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Hope Archer. I am sixteen years old, and I am an only child. I have no parents, or family. I am a survivor.
For two years now, I have been running for my life. There use to be more of us, but they weren’t strong enough. Being alone in a Zombie Apocalypse is crazy. I have been on my own for a few months now. I’ve almost been affected quite a few times. I have not seen a single human since my last partner snuck off trying to be “the hero” and was attacked. His name was Bruce Rodger. We had been the best of friends. Ever since kindergarten we were inseparable. Then one morning, something inside of Bruce lit up. He was focused only on defeating the zombies, not on surviving. We had made a promise that no matter what happens we would protect each other till the end of time. Then he went into “Hero” mode. He tried to escape and try to defeat the zombies by hims
My EverymanHYBRID story p3(knife's POV)My EverymanHYBRID story p314 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up due to the sound of pankcakes and I watch the newest video at the beginning I saw evan in the cookies cookies and cookies aile and then the rest I will not talk about I went downstairs and sees evan and vin talking "evan I told you your brother is fine" vin said "well fuck you too" evan said back to him I look at jeff and said "wha-" he intrued me "4 hours" I made an face "O_O 4 hours?" he nodded and I went over to vince and evan and said
"hey guys" they stop and look at me and said at the same time "your okay!" I nodded at them and I said "so what are we gonna do today?" they reply saying "we're figing out the next heath tip video"
"really vince cause I was thinking more of an movie night video" vin said back to me "well the heath video comes first" I facepalm myself and look at my little brother knife and said "you'll get use to it" I see him nod I mumble to myself "he's still confuse about last night I guess"
Under The Cover Of The ThunderThey came that night, under the cover of the thunder. Using it to hide their noise and get into position. And then to unravel their plan. Clever really. It was something i caught on to. Maybe that's why i'm still alive.It was just a regular night as i relaxed. listening to music at 2 AM. I saw out of the corner of my eye i saw slight flashes through the cracks of my blinds, followed by little fumbles of thunder.Under The Cover Of The Thunder4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time passed the Lightning became more frequent. Brighter. It flashed and busted through my window. The thunder became louder and harder. Cracking and rolling. And then it happened. An explosion of light that lit up the dark as clear of day, followed by the eruption of thunder that cracked so loud and hard, it shuttered the windows, vibrated the floor and left your ears ringing. But in that two seconds of sound i heard something else. Something Not natural. Not like thunder. But with the thunder. A high, electronic vroom. I knew that wasn't right. it was so strange. Imm
Mocking Bird”Hush Little Baby, don't say a word.” The voice came from the naked girl, covered in grime and blood as she staggered through the market, blood flowing freely from the deep cuts in her wrists and legs, yet still she staggered on, a blood stained shard of glass in her hand, she stared blindly forward, with dark unseeing eyes, ”Mommy's going to bye you a mocking bird.” She sang, like a broken thing, her voice near tears. No one listened to her, as they pushed past her, as if she didn't even exist. The street was crowded, yet they all parted, giving her a way, However, other then that, they ignored her. They all knew that she was beyond help. ”And If that Mockingbird don't sing... The thing sang, her voice starting to crack, she knew what was coming, the man was coming. Her throat was raw, she had been singing for hours, yet, of it's own volition, her body still sang. ”Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.” her legMocking Bird6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
PestilenciaPestilenciaPestilencia7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wails of dread and the droning of insects could be heard throughout the desolate hallways of the hospice. The thrumming originated from the disease-ridden carcasses; vermin of all kinds had made such cadavers their breeding grounds, in order to infect and spread the contagion further. The walls, originally painted a grey with black outlining, were covered in a deep shade of crimson ichor. Among such a shade existed several patches of viscera clogged tools and machines, how they became this way is up to speculation. However, amongst the carnage consumed corridors of the hospice, there existed a room. Such a room seemed to devoid of such conflict and murderous intent; unlike the outer hall, the only thing that had been bloodied was the door, its handle smeared with vermilion fingerprints. Inside of the dimly lit room rested a man, his glazed blank eyes trained on the portal of a door. His features were ragged and dismal, his thoughts caressed by the elusive touch of ma
The Taker One stormy night at the local Saloon, a group of men were playing a game of poker until the storm had eased. It was a quiet little Western Town where nothing much happened. In the middle of the poker game, an unknown visitor had walked in and everyone fell silent. The visitor wore all black including the bandana and all you could see was his eyes. The group of men who were sitting at a table in the far corner of the Saloon had paused their game and watched the guest walk towards the bar.The Taker14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Whiskey. No ice," he told the saloon's bartender. The tone in his voice was deep and the bartender never said a word.
While the bartender was pouring his drink, the visitor in black looked around and stared at this group of men with cards in their hands. He had chugged down his drink and he started to walk towards them without paying the old bartender.
the wakeningDAY1the wakening14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
today started as any other day has i got up ate checked the skies when out started the plane warmed up the engine did the normal as i do everyday, flew to the airstrip packed away the plane got out the truck drove 10 miles from the western shore of Prudhoe bay to the drill site started my job at the refinery everything powered up as usual fixed the minor freezing of machines knocked ice of the rig and went in the office to start the day 10 hours of watching a screen day in day out but this not any usual day the weather alert came across the radio all northern alaska may revive 10-35 feet of snow and temperatures of -50f to -20f may happen in some areas advised to seek shelter wind chill will bring temperatures of -65f to -80f on the northern cost end transmission which meant shutting down everything for about a week and no way in or out of the drill site which is somewhat normal for here but this was to prove a very different storm one that has never been recorded before a s
Don't look underIt was late,the night was quiet and peaceful in the county.No city noise,no cars,clean air....that's why Eva liked it so much.The window in her room was opened just slightly so that the fresh air can get it without bringing the cold.Just outside of the wooden frame of the window Eva could see the black sky,and since the only light in her room was her phone,she could see the stars shining brightly.The house was quiet and peaceful,Eva rented it a few days ago from a nice family to live there for a few months and get away from the busy city life.She enjoyed her stay so far,not a lot of choirs to do she could just relax during the day,and read her books during the night.Books were Eva's one true passion,she started reading from a very young age,she must have read at lease a hundred books by now.The first thing she did when she arrived to the house was unpacking her books and feeling the three massive bookshelf.Now as she was lying in bed the book she started reading a few hours ago was byDon't look under15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creepypasta: Forgotten MemoryIt seemed like just another day in Merrillan, South Dakota. The sun shone brightly on the barren landscape. There were a couple of trees outside, but they looked as if they weren’t doing all too great. In the middle of the arid, but grassy plains laid a single house. The house had neighbors, but they were a good twenty to thirty feet away, which gave the homeowners the breathing room they wanted. A narrow river trickled far back in the yard, surprisingly not eaten up by the hot summer sun. Inside the house, most of the windows were open and activity was clear.Creepypasta: Forgotten Memory16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One room, however, still had the blinds closed. The room itself was pretty dark, still looking as though it lurked within the reaches of night. Other then some sunlight poking its way in through the window, the light let off by the digital clock on the stand next to the bed, and the little light flashing on and off from the computer sitting on the desk, the room was covered in darkness.
A figure rustled underneath the cover
The Disappearing Billy"So, Jason, tell us what happened to Billy." The police officer said.The Disappearing Billy21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a long story." I replied.
"We have all day." He said.
"Well," I leaned back in my chair, "It started this morning. Billy was at school being himself. He's kind of emotionally cut off so no one can ever really tell what he's thinking or whatever, but that day he seemed a little off. Actually, now that I think about it, he seemed a little off for awhile. So, I followed him. He did his usual stuff, ya know. Then, afterschool, he went to the graveyard off McKinley Road. I didn't follow him in because I thought maybe he was visiting a relative and I didn't want to interfere with someone's private time. He stayed there for quite awhile. I stayed outside for about 4 hours before I decided I was ready to go home. I don't know when he came out.
"So, the next day I followed him again. Afterschool, he went to the graveyard off Dain Avenue. This is when I thought something a little fis
Terrei Syndrome: World 1: July 29th 2014 - Tue.I jump back, holding my hands up in a defensive stance, awaiting my opponents attack.Terrei Syndrome: World 1: July 29th 2014 - Tue.2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hit me with your best shot, Yuu-kun!" I giggle. My opponent hunches over, trying to catch a breath.
"Stop...dodging..." He takes a breath and adds on , "And I would." He forces himself to stand upright and he grabs a stick nearby him and throws it at me. I bend over backwards, the stick skimming over my stomach.
"Damnit! I missed again!" Yuu-kun stomps his foot, growling. I giggle at his rage. I skip over to his side, gently tapping him.
"Yuu-kun, you'll get better at aiming." I tell him, bowing quickly. He pets my head. "Wolf-chan, thank you for the encouragement. I'll try harder next time!" He gives me a warm, gentle smile.
The bell rings and I watch the herd of students scramble over each other to get inside their classrooms.
After a few minutes, the group of students clear and Yuu-kun heads for the door. "Yuu-kun.. Where's Say-chan?" I run after him and pop a question at him. "Sayuri? She should
Ichigo's story part 01 Ichigo's PovIchigo's story part 015 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As i am driving home from the park or sould i say forest i see something flash before my car."oh my gosh what was that ? " i say continuing to drive.
"How should i know i am not a rocket scientist , maybe it is the chipacobra ." Chocolate tells me from the back seat .
"you do realize the chupacobra is not real, right? second you ran out in front of my car and demanded a ride home ." I tell him .
"Ichigo ,you could always let me drive ." He tells me .
"NOOOOOOO! you can not drive well ." Suika tells him .
"Yeah i just got this car , so i do not wannt it wrecked ." i tell him .
"strawberry why do i have to sit in the back seat while the watermelon dude gets to ride shotgun?" chocolate asks me.
"Coming from the
Contagion Chapter 5- Moving OutThe number of zombies banging the house increases. I shout, "BATTLE POSITIONS!".Half of us guard the windows, while the others gather the supplies and weapons. A few zombies come out from Inigo's window and gets the first kills. Windows start to break one after another, and bullet shells make clanking sounds as they fall down to the marble floor. Sooner or later, I became afraid that we might lose control and have to fall back. The mp3 player was matching with killing zombies, but that wasn't really important. "Why do we have to pack again?", Alex was shouting. "Contingency plan Alex.", shouting back. Alex nods. Soon after, we start to ask for more mags, as the zombie horde was starting to be uncontainable. I knew that this was going to happen some part of a zombie outbreak, that we needed to abandon shelter. Muzzles were flashing, blood splattering, bodies falling, havoc wrecking. "Keep shooting, we can't contain the situation. Team, get into the car with the supplies when zombies staContagion Chapter 5- Moving Out9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This