Puppet On His Strings (Tickler's Orgin!!)It was a cold, rainy night. People walked the streets in jackets and trench coats, holding umbrellas with all kinds of designs, trying to keep themselves warm and dry. Cars and taxies passed by on the streets, trying to reach their destinations to get out of the depressing weather.Puppet On His Strings (Tickler's Orgin!!)11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There, in the crowd, you could see a mop of natural red hair, standing in the rain, his head down, getting soaked from the rain. Charles Troy Bernstine was his name. He sniffled, and sneezed, his body shivering from the cold. He didn't care if he was going to get sick or not. He was too depressed to care about anything at all, as he remembered the events that had happened a few minutes ago:
"Charles!!" she gasped, as the boy that was hovering over her quickly rolled off of her, hiding under her cream yellow sheets. Charles continued to stand there and watch, eyes widened in horror, his brain still trying to process what he had just witnessed. The girl had quickly got up, frantically grabbing at her cloth
Reality checkRemember the time when you woke up in a dream from a dream, where you were in a dream waking up from a dream? Depressing.... So how can we know, are we are really awake?Reality check1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her touch seemed more than alive before I awoke... I opened my eyes just to find myself lost in the middle of a desert. It was raining, the drops were cold. I watched how my toes turned from wight to black. All of a sudden i felt warmth flowing down my thighs... this makes no sense – awake!
My cradle is cosy and the music box is still playing. Its a song in reverse. I'm just a scared child... Wicked shadows creep down from the ceiling, leaning towards me, closer and closer, till all i can breathe in is the pitch blackness of their being. The alpha one snaps it’s bony fingers and the piercing noise that is coming from the music box, turns in to a melody. I recognize. Its the haunting song of love, the same one, she used to sing to me when she still was... this is not real! Wake up!
I crunch my fist
Prince Of THORNSCrown me as your prince of thorns,Prince Of THORNS2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As it pierces the skin, your venom seeps into my veins.
Now the light is slowly draining from my heart,
Torn as I bear your pain, my soul is falling apart.
In metamorphosis I transition,
My body tears as ash stained wings emerge.
A Nephilim scorned, I stand here now in division,
Reborn, I still stand and fight this purge.
Seeping through the shadows into this nightmare vision,
I try to swim to shore but I'm drowning beneath the surface.
A black veil has fallen and I'm trapped amongst the living
As I wander these barren lands, will I ever find my purpose?
Awaken in a stranger plane, I found her by my side,
Even in blackest pitch of night, her radiance shun so bright.
Stuck in this realm, but she belongs to the sky.
An electric ambiance like no other,
Just a single beat surges though me and I can see light.
As I lay beside you I can view the stars for the very first time.
An angel in the darkness, I wish I could take your tears away.
You gave me back my
Pain, knifes, and birds T-Toby X Reader M/FPain, knifes, and birds T-Toby X Reader M/F2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Key: (Y/N)= your name, (L/N)= last name (F/O)= Favorite outfit (G/B)= Girl or boy
WARNING! Suicidal content, After life Content, Drug Abuse, Alcohol abuse, Self Harm, and Suicidal attempts You have been warned!
I don't want any BS about it... This is my First X Reader so RAWR! XD Enjoy!
Sirens, so faint, but I knew, They where here for me, My name's (Y/N) I'm (Age) Years old, And i'm currently sitting on top of a 20 story building. A bottle of pills, a knife, and a bottle of Jin Next to me and my feet just hanging off the edge of the building. I left a note by the door when I left the house at 2 am this morning, She was the one who called the cops, My mother.
Anyway, I've never been very good at talking to people, or being around them for that matter, I was always picked on. I turned to my so called friends for help, but they left me, My only true friend Died a few years back, Toby Rodgers, And to be honest I loved him... But he went crazy and killed hi
Happy H.A.B.D day----Happy H.A.B.D day4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I checked this (http://13wolfy13.deviantart.com/art/Creepypasta-Birthday-Scenario-Game-467257462) out... Aparently my birthday will be spent drinking some poor bastards blood with the Slenderman. On top of that my birthday is officialy Have-a-bad-day day (Just rolls off the tounge, doesn't it?) So yeah... My birthday suddenly became a story! Oh! and FANTASY NOT REALITY!!
1:00am... I can't sleep. I look at the date on my computer... Nov.19 With the date, it also says on google 'have a bad day'... I grumble and stuff my head inbetween my folded arms. "Why does it have to be my birthday?" I complian to no one in particular. I stand up and go to the window in my home. There's a slight noise in the air, like static. I look around to see the screen on my computer go buggy. "Damnit!" I start to fiddle with buttons on it. Then I notice something.
Happy birthday Is written on a piece of paper that lays on my keyboard. I pick the paper up. Just normal stati
Creepypasta Headcan0ns.• Slenderman and The 0perat0r/The Keeper/The tree man etc. are tw0 separate entities. EVIDENCE: Slenderman was can0nically stated t0 pr0tect children and has never sh0wn an interest in adults while T0 sh0ws m0stly interest in y0ung adults.Creepypasta Headcan0ns.9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
• T0 and Slenderman might be similar t0 pr0xies as in sharing a b0dy but 0perating separately. This shift may have 0ccured ar0und WWII and was caused by the c0nstant and intense threat t0wards children at the time which caused Slendy t0 g0 insane and begin stalking and hunting adults.
• Eyeless Jack can’t read 0r write since he never went t0 sch00l. He can’t speak either since he has tentacles gr0wing 0ut his m0uth, s0 he can’t really c0mmunicate alth0ugh it’s p0ssible he can understand human speech, th0ugh it’s d0ubtful.
• The “Kag0me kag0me” 0rphanage still 0perates like 0ne until s0me0ne enters it. The children w0rk, play and talk but 0ny take a turn f0r the sinister when s0me0ne en
ExhaleBroken homes won't make a whole,Exhale2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rip it out, drain the soul.
Puritans sustained on self-fulfilling greed,
Narcissistic hate filled breeds.
Brutish monsters built on carnage,
Speak lies of light in pitch black darkness.
Preaching from a pulpit of hate,
Your fucking words won't resonate.
Exhale, expel, I don't want your cancer,
A heart once so pure, I never wanted your world,
I'd bleed myself dry if only to remove your stain,
I watched your god devour you, yet this pain remains.
These bruises aren't healing, I'm not waking up.
My salvation lost, Fluid fills the lungs,
Every scream is filled with silence.
Tried to wash it all away but I fear I'm only drowning.
Encompassed by the deep blue sea, a moment's relief from her warm embrace,
Her siren song surrounds me, has she come to take me home?
After You're gone...Landyn sat on the floor of the faculty in one of his “safe” areas that The Computer and his stepfather couldn’t monitor. He used a stolen laptop and a USB drive with the data archives encryption code and used it to monitor where the Androids and Symbiotics may be at. Symbiotics are living beings with a modified DNA so the androids and The Computer could control their will and mind. The Computer is an A.I that runs the faculty and controls the robots and Androids but Hugh, Landyn’s stepdad monitors it and tweaks it so it can never overthrow him. Landyn, despite being blind uses his advanced senses to his advantage and his “friend,” he calls it John but it’s really a Robot he programmed to talk to him and keep him company so he keeps his sanity. Landyn hacks into the testing chamber’s data and sees the spark of hope he was waiting a year for. Next one for testing is Erin Vargas, Erin Vargas was the blue Dragoness that Matt is friends with aAfter You're gone...5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creepypasta: The Malevolent Birds*Note: Before anyone gets the wrong idea, let me just explain something:Creepypasta: The Malevolent Birds10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is not supposed to be personal towards the people mentioned in this story-this story had to get rather....intense at times in order to be better developed and deeper-nor soley about wanting to kill/harm anyone just because you feel bad or have false and negative thoughts on an aspect, nor to represent any personal desire to do so. This unnerving story is meant to represent how dangerous our thoughts and emotions can be sometimes, even enough to pull at our strings, making us little more than puppets to dance to whatever tune the birds may decide to sing, due to your vulnerability to their manipulation. Will you be able to fend off the malevolent birds when they arrive at the notice of your sudden mood change and depressed thoughts...? Or will you end up...JuSt LiKe Me...?
Thoughts and emotions. Emotions and thoughts. Is it better to be with or without them? No one kn
Midnight MollyPlease do not try this, but I know most of you will anyways. So I might as well tell you. First thing you need is a glass of water with 3 ice cubes in it, no more no less. Next go into your bathroom and place the glass of water in the middle of your sink. Make sure you don't spill any water. Next your need black spray paint. Then go back into your bathroom and spray paint your mirror completely black. Make sure to leave no space uncovered. The last thing you must do is turn off all the lights. Wait until your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then repeat this.Midnight Molly13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My soul is yours for the taking
I pray you find it to your liking
I shall be your servant for all of time
If I lie my heart is your to take
Show yourself to me at last
If I scream please kill me fast
Then stare deeply into the paint covered mirror. Make sure that your glass of water still has ice cubes in it. If the ice has melted Turn on the lig
CrowHi my name is Emily, Emily Fox. Like many people I was never the one to believe in ghosts, demons, angels Etc. That is until my freshman year of high school, that's when it all changed and here is my story.Crow14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
4/2/14 - 11:54 A.M.
" Hey Emily did you hear? "
My best friend Miranda sat next to me at the lunch table.
" Hear what? " I said.
" You seriously didn't here about Jacob? " said Miranda.
" I have heard nothing, " I said taking a bite of my ham and cheese sandwich " unlike you I'm not updated on every little thing. "
Miranda took out her phone and started scrambling through it. She stopped and held it up to my face. Miranda had pulled up a newspaper article from this mornings paper. That I never read.
" Jacob Tanner found dead in his home on 4/2/14. Cause of death still unknown, " said Miranda.
She exited out of the article and put her phone away, so the teachers wouldn't see.
" Holy crap are you serious? "
" Dead serious "
Did she just make a pun... With that kinda situation?!
Imaginary Friend: A short Story I know that stage where children talk to their imaginary friend. All kids go through it. I mean, I went through it. My husband did. My 6 year old daughter is. Well, actually, she started to when we moved to a new home at least. I wonder why did it take her so long to do so... but, I don't really mind though. I really haven't been minding that my child is talking to her little invisible friend. Nor have I cared that she'll tell me about her. She's only a kid. Sometimes I laugh at little Emily, only in a good way, because she tells me great things she does with her friend. And hey. I still love her. But... ever since the months passed by, I noticed something strange about Emily...Imaginary Friend: A short Story10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One morning I called her down for breakfast. She did not answer me, so I decided to go check on her. When I did, I went to her room, and saw her looking at the mirror. I smiled, for she was putting lipstick on like the little princess she is. But something made me look twice. I could h
MannequinMannequin17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What the hell is that thing?" Susan whispered as she stood frozen in the hallway.
"It looks like a doll," her husband Peter said a bit hesitantly.
The couple had awoken in the middle of the night to the sounds of something stirring downstairs. The husband had gone down to investigate, but called for his wife to join him not much later.
They stared at the large mannequin standing on the threshold of the hallway and the living room. "It's wearing Maggie's hat," the woman said softly as she pointed at the light-blue beanie resting on the blond hairs of the male mannequin. "Did we miss something? Where did she get that over-sized doll?"
The father shrugged, "I have no clue, but I don't like it. Look what I found out." He turned to the front door and pointed outside. "There's another one standing across the street."
Susan peered outside and she felt her breath stall as her heart tightened. "Are they playing some prank? I know Linda has several mannequins to help with her sewing..." L