Creepypasta: Out of Space, Out of TimeCreepypasta: Out of Space, Out of TimeCreepypasta: Out of Space, Out of Time1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)
It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)
It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)
I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)
All work and no play makes me a dull boy
- Mudvayne, “Dull Boy”
The fledgling man had no recollection of any sort of prior life before this endless grey void he was floating in, but he had the instinctive feeling this was nevertheless not right. No, it wasn’t right at all. One minute he had been…sleeping? Was sleeping the word he was looking for? At any rate he had not been conscious, but he had certainly been dreaming. Those dreams were different from this, though. He had known his dreams to be fiction, whereas this place was unmistakeably factual.
A voice addressed him from the abyss, and the young man briefly wondered if it was not an unseen observer b
ShirokuroBorn the June 13th in Japan. she was rarely happy. Her smile and her laughter were often absent. She was not very friendly or nice. Even nobody and even her parents did not know much about her. She never spoke about her problems or feelings with them. Her name was : Shirokuro. Shiro as white and Kuro as black. Her parents gave her that name because they noticed she had preferences for monochrome objects.Shirokuro2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the age of 11, her mother bought a small black and white box that containing dust silver, she had told her to not to touch it because she might get sick. The same day her parents, her brother and sister as been absent for a few hours from thier home leaving Shirokuro and and her 3 years old little brother, only the older sister was supposed to kept them but she fled from the house for other projects. Shirokuro hates her little brother, even more if she's has to take care of and hear him crying and brayed for a yes or a no. She hate company and sounds. She grabbed t
Inhuman We hadn't been humans since they took us from our homes, dragging us across a bullet soaked main street to the sound of government issued combat boots and savage cries.Inhuman56 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For three weeks we were held in a glorified basement, fed sunlight through a small window high upon the filthy wall. Women wept over hollow children bathed in flickering electric lights and fat, buzzing flies.
But then the Doctor came and people started draining off the cracks on the floor. Suddenly, we were only ten and began developing a pavlovian response to the click of the door latch. I was the last to be taken, my stomach sewn onto my back and my stomach crusted over layers of dead skin and miscellaneous fluids, M14s hurrying my shaky steps.
I was finally delivered into a dark room and strapped onto a padded chair. The harsh lights were turned on when he arrived, forcing wonky shapes to writhe beneath my eyelids. My eyes swam in boiling tides
Hallucinatory DreamsHallucinatory DreamsHallucinatory Dreams5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who would have thought that simply light dinner and wine would have such an effect?
I took a dinner of roast chicken with white wine and sat back in my recliner to relax with a poppy cigarette as was my habit. I left all thoughts of my work and my education behind me. Slowly I breathed deeply and closed my eyes as though to sleep. When I dreamed I could not know; but I knew that I was dreaming.
The first thing I saw was a rustic building such as I had heard about in Arkham, Massachusetts. I slowly saw the edifices of some buildings. Then I saw one I vaguely recognized and began to drift inward.
Within seconds, I was in some room and I heard the sounds of scurrying in the walls*. I endeavored to shift my focus and escape. Moments later, I was outdoors again and I headed along the path I took at the start. I believed that it was the only way out to the real, waking world and remained calm. A moment later, I was in my flat and I woke u
Rescue at a House Fire"Y'okay?"Rescue at a House Fire3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly, something exploded.
Sympathizing with Appliances. You open the fridge knowing there is nothing even close to edible inside. Still your muscles reach forward and your fingers grip the greasy handle. You lift the eggshell lid, revealing that all-too-familiar fluorescent hum.Sympathizing with Appliances.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And it strikes you. Like hunger, like envy churning in your gullet. And I realize it, such a strange sentiment. Such a strange concept that the fridge and I had something in common.
Request: The Trouble With Fright NightPeter Vincent continued to pack his clothes and other attire in a suitcase on his bed, despite the time on the clock reading minutes to 1 in the morning. Of course, as a former actor, he was used to staying up late nights, even at his age of 57; in fact, most of the fans of “Fright Night” did exactly that most evenings when it aired.Request: The Trouble With Fright Night5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Peter Vincent, vampire killer,” he muttered to himself. He tried to catch himself in time before he could finish the phrase, but he failed for about the seventh or eighth time. He caught himself staring at a small and worn promotional photograph for the show, with the slogan that read “There are very good reasons to be afraid of the dark”. The main text: FRIGHT NIGHT, seemed to jump out from the image, followed by the name of the host and time in smaller caption. The photo didn’t seem like something worth taking seriously though, which probably explained the programs poor rating, which ultimately lead to his inevi
Chosen.I couldn't tell if my mind actually began working or not but I heard a voice call out, "Hey! Look over here, you!"Chosen.5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I tried to to look around and find the person but everything was dark. I kept looking when I heard the person call out again, "Not trying hard enough, boy." That's when it flashed into view right in front of me, flashing like a flickering light bulb.
A spotlight shines directly down on a table with this being on the otherside.
I'm at a loss what to call this thing. It has an unnatural human body. No gender defining details at all. Whenever it spoke I became audibly disoriented, each word it spoke it changed everything, tone, accent, pitch... made it hard to pick up on what was being said and the meaning behind what was said.
"Look closely." It said. It held one hand pointing upward, fingers spread out, perfectly flat and vertical so I could see it's palm.
"Chosen?" It asked. It flexed it's fingers, hand, wrist as I looked on mesmerized.
It raised it's hand up as high as it
Why Rupert KillsI kill because the world could shine a bit brighterWhy Rupert Kills7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I kill because I'm broken and this is how I vent
I kill because what else do I really have to live for? It's not like I have a family or a job.
I kill because I want come across me mum and dad.
I kill to explore different types of people.
I kill because who the fuck cares what I do with myself?
I kill because I feel good when I do.
And more importantly...
I kill because it is FUN.
UntitledYou wake up and glance at your clock *11:43pm* Shit, you mumble. You put on your security outfit and head to your car. As your driving down the road you think about last night. How Freddy,, he was just staring right at you. By now you'd gotten used to Bonnie and Chica roaming around and Foxy running at your door. But Freddy was the one who sent chills down your spine. As you drive up to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria you shiver a little. You admit that this place scared the living hell out of you. As you enter through the door you check your watch *11:57pm* fuck they'll be active any minute now. You race to your room just as they start to move. After about an hour of nothing Bonnie finally shows up at your door. Right as you go to close the door you feel something wrapping tightly around your neck. In the darkness you make out Bonnie, He'd gotten a hold of you. Oh fuck no, you just repeat it ovr and over in your mind thinking of what to do. You manage to push the button and the door closesUntitled1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Resurrect Us Separated at birth. It was some doctor's botched attempt at giving us happy lives. We should have never been plural.Resurrect Us4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The needle gleams. Flesh is pierced.
Soon, we'll fit together like a reset bone.
You and I will become us. Let's be someone Samneric would envy.
A Visit To A CircusSo Ok, here it is,Block B and F(x) Victoria storyA Visit To A Circus5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I already posted half of it on Asianfanfics but I'm going to re-write ending before putting rest in there.
A Visit To A Circus.
POV : Victoria
“Victoria.” I can hear my mother's voice clearly but still opening my eyes and fully waking up sounds like too much for me.
“Song Victoria wake up already. I promised you that we will go somewhere together, so get dressed because circus is in our town and you were the one begging me to take you to a real circus” - And there went my precious sleep.
“Mom, i don't think that you realised that i'm not five anymore.And to be honest weren't you the one wanting to see the tightrope walkers.”- She laughed and said that for her i'll always be five.After that everything went quickly.It felt like it was just a few blinks of my eyes as we were at the
QUOTANo no no! I do not appear in any way like a stranger - yet the offices harken to the terrors of yore! Not that the house was empty ------ no! The body was there but it had bled into the shower yet the room was clean and --- pale! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! The paleness of the corpse would betray it to the villains of the world! Why o why o why o why o why must this dreadful horror happen to me! Why would you throw away, no, bury such an exquisite corpse as the one in the house! it Is utter Madness! I CANNOT fathom WhY one wwwoooud doo such... I have a headache. Hoo is that at the door! I shall return shortly.QUOTA3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This