Everything is RedNo.Everything is Red3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
How could this have happened!?
We were laughing and drinking lemonade on the front porch.
I told a joke and she started laughing loudly, her golden mane swishing in the summer air. She clutched her sides and fell back into the blue and white beach chair. I stared laughing with her because she had one of those laughs that was contagious. I don't even remember what the joke was or why it was so funny. Then she was staring at me, tears of amusement coming out the corners of her blueberry eyes. Her lips parted into a wide smile, pearly white teeth beaming at me.
But then she turned her head to look behind her.
The laughter stopped.
My eyes shifted to where her gaze was, only to see red.
I could have sworn I was looking at hell itself.
And it was coming for us.
I turned to look back at her. She was staring at me wide eyed, her once blueberry eyes now red. The tears of amusement washed away by the tears of fear that started dripping down her cheeks, falling on t
''Keep calm and just sleeping'' Creepypasta''se a desatado una serie de asesinatos, donde las victimas encontradas son personas de entre 20 y 30 años , con ademas un collar de perro''''Keep calm and just sleeping'' Creepypasta1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-¿Un collar de perro?, que raro- Yo soy Angela tengo 16 años, pronto cumpliré mis 17.Vivo con mi padres en una pequeña casa cerca del mar, era muy divertido pasear por la playa en la noche, hasta que por alguna razón comenzaron a matar gente.Por lo que veo en las noticias es gente joven a la que matan , entre 20 años mas o menos en adelante. Ahora que lo pienso todo esto comenzó a suceder una semana después de que una chica un poco menor que yo desapareciera. . .
''Raymi Labra , una chica de tan solo 13 años de edad , a desparecido en nuestra ciudad,vecinos indican que la chica era huérfana ya que nunca veían salir o entrar a nadie más que ella a su casa. Se deduce que pudo irse con alguna amiga u en el peor de lo
I Waited For You"He-Hey! Do you know what flight number thi-" They were already gone before she had even finished what she wished to say.I Waited For You1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Another group of travelers, another set that wouldn't speak to poor Cecilia. Silently, the sad girl wondered if something was wrong with her appearance, or if she spoke too quietly. Sighing, the young lady entered the bathroom again, but the mirror was still shattered.
"It's not going to just fix itself, you know.."
Were the words she always mumbled, but she was much too nervous to actually tell someone at the desk that this problem existed. She figured someone else would...eventually.
Quickly scrambling out, as not to gather the blame, she went back to where her sign was. It didn't look it, but the sign was heavy enough that the little thing could hardly move it. At least, that's what she figured.
Her mind didn't want to wrap around the truth.
So she stood by it, and continued to wait for him to come out.
Cecilia just considered herself persistent after the thi
The NewbornThe NewbornThe Newborn9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Christy Waters was only 19 years old when she learned that she was pregnant. Moreover, she could not know certainly who gave her the cells. Her mother and father felt puzzled as well. Christy was a good girl and never considered being a whore. So nobody knew whose cells had mixed with her eggs.
When the nine months passed and she was due to deliver, more people than her and her parents wondered about the fetus. Furthermore, Christy had no physical signs of pregnancy as would manifest with normal cases. Her weight and shape remained normal. But she lost much blood and felt debilitated. The hospital suggested a diet to help her recover. However, the delivery cost her and the emerging fetus was very peculiar. It had only a few basic humanoid features. It had a face, neck and shoulders of a male child but from the shoulders down to the feet, the appearance was neither human nor other primate. The abdomen sported a mass of inky tentacles and the arms were long and sinewy.
NEC 202: Black DogAidan sat alone in the necromancy building, only candlelight and a single tome to keep him company. The small handful of first years had already left, no doubt not needing to do any research in after course hours. He himself had rarely seen the other necromancy students, and wondered if they even bothered to attend. It wasn't really his business, of course, but it would have been nice to have an upperclass student to research with, as the library felt so hollow, devoid of happy feelings.NEC 202: Black Dog1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The book he'd fetched was called Sacrificed Beasts in Magic, a catalog of assorted creatures that had been used in accomplice with spells. When he'd been looking it up, he'd noticed that a copy of the book existed in the Magic Languages library as well, bringing about the thought that department used animals in sacrifice. His goal was more to find out what happened to them after they'd been sacrificed.
He flipped through the pages, and they turned with little noise. The book must hav
SnipedThe assassin stared down his scope at the politician he was about to eliminate. He wasn't sure who this man was or why the contractor wanted him killed. It didn't matter. Only the job mattered. And, of course, the payment.Sniped3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just for a moment he watched as the politician's lips moved, delivering what was no doubt a very stirring speech. Perhaps he'd have to catch a news clip of it later, or maybe some overzealous kid would have the whole thing posted on Youtube, grisly death included.
The assassin smiled at the thought. It might be a nice change to view one of his jobs from a closer angle for once. Yes, he would definitely try to find this on Youtube later, play it over a few dozen times and savor the thing.
But for now there was still the job to do. He pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Or almost nothing. Something was wrong.
The politician's head should've burst like a water balloon, or some reasonable facsimile. Instead nothing much had happened.
The politician had wince, put a han
HalfwayIn the dark of the night, Aldona used her key card to enter the building. She could hear the obsessive Master Lax in his room, listening still to Thompson's music from the Court of Love. Hours now he had been listening to the same music and it made her even more uneasy to hear it again.Halfway5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Both he and Faith had both assured her that having done a thing once, he would not repeat it, that once ha had gotten an idea out of his system that he would then move on to the next new thing. But... while she knew that his words were not lies in his mind when he said such, his behavior told another story entirely. She peeked into his room and saw him as she'd left him, making hand motions that imitated the dance steps of the Court of love production. It wasn't the behavior of a man ready to move on. She looked at his face, still lost in the same pieces of music as it had been for hours now. No, that was the face of a man STILL obsessed. Whatever it was that had moved him to stage the terrible show, it
First SightThe wolf’s expression was blank, empty of all feeling. Anything that might have made her human was absent. It should have frightened him or at the very least, reminded him that the loup garou were not the humans they had been. Etienne would have delivered the killing strike without hesitation. Augustin couldn’t, even as he gripped his knife tighter in hand. How could he kill a woman, even a wolf and still live with the memory of it afterwards?First Sight5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He cast a quick look over his shoulder, hoping for and feeling relief that his father wasn’t in the immediate vicinity. By all rights, he was justified in killing her but he couldn’t quite see the animal underneath. She looked human in spite of her bared teeth and the amber colored eyes that marked her kind. Something stopped him from following through on his father’s orders. Augustin sheathed the hunting knife at his waist and knelt, offering his hand to her. “I’m not going to hurt you. Can you…sp
Thump: Pass throughSara opened her eyes. She looked around herself. She was standing in a line of people. She was confused. All of these people looked odd to her. At first she could not figure out why. Then she did.Thump: Pass through18 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They all showed how they died.
Her eyes widened. Why was she standing among the dead? She was confused. Last thing she remembered was being alive. Being dead was not part of her plan.
She found herself standing in front of someone. This being looked at her. Turned to the being next to him who was also looking at Sara.
"Punishment," both voices intone.
Sara found herself surrounded by people. She did not like being brushed against. Soon to her own horror she realized they walked right though her. Like she was not there. "Stop it." Her voice a whisper compared to the voices around her.
They did not stop. These people kept moving. All passing though her or part of her as they went from place to place.
Sara soon realized these where people she knew. People who she ended when they annoyed he
HEY!!! "I didn't mean to kill you.HEY!!!18 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I just meant to torture and fuck you up mentally."
The HoundsThe creature approached, its eyes glistening with hatred and rage. Toxins dripped from its malformed maw. It had a single goal, a single promise to humanity, to tear away all hope from its victims, leaving them a self-loathing, quivering nothing. Bony claws clicked against the stone floor of my mind, scratching and scraping away at it. The skeletal tail of the dark creature slowly writhed in perfect rhythm with the movement of the creatures deteriorated body. Soon it was joined by another of its kind, almost identical. Darkness followed the creatures with every step they made. Their numbers grew until they were many, some shrouded by the darkness, some bringing the darkness closer with their footsteps. Those that were visible were mangled and plague-ridden. They had come for me, to take away what was rightfully mine. Yet I couldn't find the strength, the motivation to stop them. So there I sat, corroded and distraught, as the hounds circled and closed in for the kill.The Hounds6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shudder: A Quivering of Dreams XIVAn omen of dire consequence stands on a wooden balcony and observes a party which is amplified by closed security. Alone, near the fire, scratching out a plan from the dirt and ashes, stares Visible Boy.Shudder: A Quivering of Dreams XIV6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Executioner StickWarning, this story is a lot darker and edgier than most of my other stories.The Executioner Stick1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was a tiny thing, a 20-year-old woman who could so easily be mistaken for a 10-year-old. She stood four inches short of every Asian's target height: Five feet. She was a bit disappointed that she'd never reach the five-foot mark, but she'd soon get over it. She was thin, but not scrawny. Somehow, her stick-like arms could wield an axe. She had a job as an executioner. Her name was Victory Brave, and she lived up to her name. At least, she lived up to it before she became a cold-blooded executioner.
"You're a weak, small, pathetic stick," people told her as a teenager. "You'll never make anything of yourself around here." She grew up in a place where the arts were nonexistent. No painting, photography, music, dancing, or anything of that sort was practiced in her town. It was all about sports. In that town, you were either a totally popular jock, an antisocial nerd, or a complete failure. Victory ha
Black-Eyed Susan( Unfinished creepypasta long ago) Hello, my name is Susan. Some people call me Suzie, which I don't mind. I'm 11 years old, birthday at fall. When you know me well, you will know the first thing in mind. Scary stuff. I'm not joking, I'll know a lot of funny stuff. I love scary books,scary movies, and the super creepy store right beside my house. But one night, it all changed, after I listen to a creepy pasta .Black-Eyed Susan( Unfinished creepypasta long ago)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You see, I only listen to creepy pastas because it makes it more tense. But the last video I watched was called 'Jeff the Killer', read by someordinarygamers , one of my favorite Youtubers of all time. After the video, I took a piece of melatonin and went to bed. I was almost asleep when all of a sudden I heard my 17 year old brother Kyle screamed . It kind of startled me, but I just shrugged it off. I think he was trying to scare me. As I almost went to sleep,, I heard some kind of groan from my parents room. It kept getting louder. It was annoying me. So I g
ThumpThump, thump, thump Sara looks to the left and to the right. She is deep in the woods. She walks. Thump, thump, thump she gets to the spot she wants with an evil grin. Thump, splash, she watches as it disappears.Thump28 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She walks away humming to herself. She wipes the blood off her hands onto her pants. She smiles dreamily to herself. She comes up to her home. She goes inside and cleans up the blood. There was a lot. Who would of thought someone could bleed that much.
Later that night Sara sat up in bed. Thump, thump, thump. She frowned. Taking the gun out of her bedside table she made sure it was loaded. She slide out of the bed. And walked slowly to the door.
The door suddenly broke. Pieces flew hitting Sara. Her eyes widened in horror. Before she could raise her gun to fire, the horror attacked. A sickening snap is heard the horror stumbles out of the house to fall lifeless in the driveway.
Yellow tape everywhere.
One body decomposed with gunshot wounds in the driveway.