[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.[Creepypasta] We're expecting.11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
Jessie Shorts VI(Obsessions of an Over Achiever)Jessie Shorts VI19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jessie sat on Mark’s desk, arms crossed and foot shaking impatiently, more like aggressively,” Dame, how long are you going to stare at that red A?” They were at school in a classroom alone, Mark had the privilege to be allowed to stay in the building after school hours while clubs are going on in other parts of the place.
Mark and Jessie have known each other for only a month. Just with that month Jessie has learned lots of things about Marks life and obsessions. Mark has a goal, it’s to be the top of every class with the word ‘Honors’ or ‘Advanced’ in its name. Chemistry honors, Algebra Honors, English Honors, and so on. He’s been going to school every day when there’s classes, even when he’s sick just so he wouldn’t miss anything important or assignments. But in the beginning of the school year he starte
ChargingOn my computer, doing computer things.Charging11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A notification pops up.
“Plug in laptop. Battery level: 7%”
I get up from my bed, go under my desk, unplug the useless charger that doesn’t charge anything, and plug in the laptop charger. Then I go back to doing computer things.
20 minutes later.
Notification pops up.
“Plug in laptop. Battery level: 7%”
I get up from my bed, go under my desk.
The useless charger is plugged in.
The laptop charger plug is on the floor.
Project S - Chapter 3Marthus walked into the room where Allen was kept down. The woman scientist had joined her colleages behind the window and was taking notes on the restrained kid's activities.Project S - Chapter 33 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did he agree to this..?" she heard one of her colleagues ask her. she knew he was referring to Marthus.
"It was his own idea. I told him to not go but.. we all know Marthus is like that. He is an eccentric soul.." she answered quietly, her eyes fixed on her notepad as if feigning indifference to look more professional.
Her colleague sighed.
"And an obsessed one.. who made him the boss of this organisation anyways?"
"Rumors are that, before him, there was a demonic creature who ruled Black Rose, but that he killed it and claimed the throne for his own."
The colleague couldn't help but laugh at the silly statement.
"Thats impossible, Mrs. Gothenburg. It's just another nonsensical rumor.."
Those words echoed through the female scientist's head menacingly. She suddenly lost her professional attitude and looke
A life after death ch 1 The bitter smell of gunshots filled the room. I don't think I can move. All the screams in the room are merging together into an echo. I can only feel the bullet in my heart and the blood falling down my head. I can't see, everything is fading to white. The edges of things are black and fuzzy. I feel so sleepy, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I tried to breathe but the air was burning my lungs. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the pain anymore. So, I just closed my eyes forever.A life after death ch 17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I kept my eyes closed, even though- wait. The pain in my head was gone and the screams were replaced by silence. I took in a deep breath, I could breathe again. I opened my eyes, seeing a white room. I stood up, this obviously wasn't my bloodstained room. This room was pure white with golden pattens painted on the walls. The floor was shiny and pale pink. I almost didn't want to speak. "Hello?" I asked looking around this heavenly
The Bloody End Chapter 15EscortThe Bloody End Chapter 1513 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blink out of my daydream by a loud, high pitched voice. I smile as politely as I can to the bouncy blonde in front of me.
"Sorry, Catherine. Just bored."
"You look like you could use some cheering up, babe. I know! Lets go for a drink after work!"
"Hm...I don't know, Cath. The Doctors told me to try and get some rest since my little episode."
"Oh come on that was ages ago!"
"It was 3 days ago."
"Still! You feel and look fine now! You're in need of a good night out! Drinks on me!"
"Alright, alright! Fine. Just a couple."
She wouldn't stop nagging, I know she wouldn't if I had said no. And she'd have whined and moaned about it the next day. Ah what the Hell? A few drinks won't hurt. Maybe she's right. Maybe I do need to just lighten up. Maybe the stress of thinking this friend has died, this one has died is all getting a head of me. If Jeff had intentions of killing any of them, especially Gary, he'd have done so by now. But Gary is
Chapter 12 (Madhouse Funhouse) FunTime Amusement ParkChapter 12 (Madhouse Funhouse)17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
June 12, 2014
As soon as I step inside the Funhouse, I immediately find myself facing rows upon rows of bent mirrors. In some I look pencil thin, in others I look twice my normal width and half my normal height, and in still others I look twisted and warped.
I push the images far from my mind and focus on the routes in the maze. There are three different directions I could go: forward, left, or right. Coloured light strips around the edges of the mirrors and doorways are the only lighting in this gloomy place, casting the reflections of my face in shadows of sickening hues. Some of the lights fizz and flicker, but that is hardly Correggio’s doing. The lights have always been faulty.
I choose to go straight. My footsteps echoed quietly aroun
Panic Rising: Ch 3"Here we are!" Crazy announced, smiling proudly. Lana looked at Jayden. "I told you this was a bad idea..." she muttered. They should have known that a clown would lead them straight to a carnival. "Mr. Clown... Are you sure there's no better place?" Jayden asked. "What are you talking about? This place is perfect, Misses!" Lana winced. "Didn't you say... That the entire carnival crew was wiped out by the zombies?" Crazy ignored her question and led them inside. "There's nothing but carnival tents. We can't hide in those, Mr. Clown." Jayden sighed. "Oh, don't you worry, Miss Jayden! I know exactly where we're going. Just follow me!" After giving sighs of defeat, the two girls followed Crazy. Odd... There weren't any zombies here, or so it seemed. After some time of walking around, he stopped abruptly. "Here we are!" They looked at him in disbelief. Another. Freaking. Tent. "Crazy! This isn't going to do us any good!" He shook his head. "N-No, of course it will, Miss Lana! S-Step insidePanic Rising: Ch 319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dear Amanda McCurdy,I heard a rumor that despite your ripe young age, you possess the sexual wisdom and prowess to make men faint. My ex-boyfriend totally seemed into what you had to offer so I was hoping for a little tutorial in how to become desperate; disregard morals, or, at the very least, the motto “treat others as you’d like to be treated”; sext, record explicit video of myself and photograph a variety of naked self-portraits just for the fun and attention I get from a man I happen to know is in a relationship; keep these antics up for a sweet sans bitter period of 4 months; knowingly make and model a handmade gift for his girlfriend and think it’s a respectable idea; overprice said gift by about 300 dollars whilst actually tricking the guy into not only paying that outrageous fee, but sending an upright gift, like an emergency pussy alarm for those lonely nites!Dear Amanda McCurdy,2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m hoping you have tips on where to buy cheap lingerie or lighting for those tricky close-ups when my fing
Love Kills Part 1Love KillsLove Kills Part 16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~: Disbelief :~
“Where are you going?” I asked as my teeth grinded together in suppressed rage. My arms were folded tightly across my chest and my hands tightened around my forearms as I focused my narrowed light brown eyes on my boyfriend.
Razor rolled his blue eye at me (the other one he lost in an accident way before he met me) as he slipped into his favorite black jacket, “I told you, I’m hanging out at a friend’s house. You know guys’ night?” he grumbled out.
Under normal circumstances, I would have taken his word for it and let him go without any lip, but after the way he had been behaving these past couple of months had left me suspicious and emotionally drained.
This all started with his phone. He kept it with him twenty four seven which normally wouldn’t have bothered me since I kept mine with me all the time as well, but whenever Razor left his phone anywhere and I just so happened to be
MENTAL. p1MENTAL.MENTAL. p113 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ok, so, about a month ago. I was in town walking home from a local bar at about 10:13pm, It was dark near the outskirts and my friends had ditched me for the popular people. Its funny the way that school and life outside of it are both equally as cruel. My feet ached and my head was pounding hard from a constant buzzing at the back of my brain wich never seemed to want to go away, it was worse when I was drunk or stressed. In the distance I could see a fuzzy yellow-ish light pooling onto the cold wet road. Did I mention that it was raining? No I didnt think so. This town was over run with psycotic farmers who claim the devil runs wild on their fields, they say that it “ate the front 'alf o my prized cow” and that it “hovers by the window, starin' right inta my eyes it does, then it god damn gone an vanished.” most people say 'your just drunk' or 'stop it with the drugs, dude, they aren't helpin you'. But I belive
them. I know you must be thinking why wou
The blood stained shack mystery: Part 2David's phone buzzed waking him up. David was a light sleeping boy that was a bit of a geek. He looked at his phone. A text from Terry had just been received. He scanned the text and cringed. The text didn't make sense except from the part that told him to meet Terry, Julian and Tilly at Middleton forest there usual meeting place. He sighed and brushed his teeth and hair putting on his most casual red top and jeans and quickly cleaning up his black glasses and red converses before eating breakfast. Bacon and egg the usual. He said goodbye to his mum and skipped happily out of the door.The blood stained shack mystery: Part 216 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He arrived at Middleton forest and to his surprise there were investigators at the scene.
"Pst David over here." He looked over to see Julian calling him to hide with them behind the tree. David quickly glanced over to the investigators one last time before walking over curiously.
"Hey guys. What's going on over there?" David asked.
"Not sure." Julian replied.
"But apparently it has something to do with
Delirium~Part 2 Well, it took a long ass time, three cups of coffee, and plenty of patience, but I'm finally in Scanton. The first person on the list is a widow, Martha Dustin. She was one of the first people to call in about this.Delirium~Part 214 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In her report, she said her son had gone crazy and brutally stabbed his father, Stewart Dustin. This happened a while ago, but I should remain cautious. It would be best to try and remain from crossing any lines.
*End of note*
Carly walks up to the door of the house. She blows a strand of black hair from her face and knocks on the door. She patiently waits for anyone to answer. A woman, with chesnut hair put into a bun opens the door.
"H-Hello?" she mumurs.
"Would this be the house of Martha Dustin?" Carly asks in return.
"Yes. That would be me."
"My name is Carly Hawthorne, Ms. Dustin." Carly presents her badge. "I'm a police dectectiv
Returning to My Love for WritingSilence.Returning to My Love for Writing4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then, a single heart beat.
It wakes up after years of a cold, dark coma...
It's body covered in dust, ash, soot.
It's form rolled onto one side and twisted, contorted.
Darkness, all around.
Complete and udder silence and nothingness surrounds it, encapsulating it with fear and sheer anxiety.
A cold hand reaches forward, making its first movement since it fell into a coma.
The hand glides along the dust and muck and debris of the ground until it is completely outstretched in one direction.
Its face raises slowly, so slowly, and looks to the sky; nothingness.
Blinks again. Still completely lost within a void.
Its body shivers and trembles to move, tingling sensations prick all the nerve endings of its appendages. The sensation of movement has not occurred to it in ages.
Its eyes snap side to side to distinguish something, anything it can see.
The body gradually struggles to pull itself off the ground.
Pounds of ash and layers of slag c