A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
The StormThe StormThe Storm23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That night the seasonal thunderstorm was earlier than recorded for that time; and it lingered longer than usual. Thunder clapped in sundry locations. Lightning flashed with a glow that was, or, to most residents of the town, seemed, untypical of such weather. The roads were not heavily flooded, but the water refused to flow and residents dreaded snakes.
Along the byways, there wears the raucous chirping of crickets and the croak of frogs; but listeners swore that they heard human or alien language. When they reported to the authority concerned, the officer on duty was skeptical. He attributed it to seasonal fear. The date was October 29, only a few nights before Halloween. Nonetheless, the citizens vowed that they heard voices.
"Go home and get some rest," the officer replied calmly.
They walked out and headed for their homes as advised. In the office, the officer and the receptionist chuckled. Then the receptionist said good night
WEREWOLF CAPITULO 2Así paso cada noche de su estadía en la clínica, cuando salió de ella Juan esteba aterrado de ver tanto muertos, le pregunta a un enfermero ¿Qué paso? Este le contesta, anoche un animal ataco a varias personas que estaban en una fiesta, matándolos a todos y dejándolos descuartizados, fuera de eso aquí en el hospital también ataco a otras personas ¿pero ya encontraron los cuerpos? No, todavía los están buscando. ¿y…. que animal hiso eso? Los que lo vieron dice que fue un lobo, enorme, con garras afiladas, ojos enormes rojos, entro destrozando todo y atacando a las personas que estaban en la fiesta.WEREWOLF CAPITULO 26 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Su esposa continua hacia la salida, mientras que Juan se queda pensando en lo que el enfermero le cuenta y se asusta y dice en su pensamiento, ¿Sera que fui yo quien hizo esos asesinatos? Pero se contesta el mismo diciendo ¡imposible yo no soy tan violento además no soy animal!. Al lle
Family We start in a small town.Family21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The buildings are in ruins, broken glass strewn willy-nilly about the sidewalks and the rotting wood from dilapidated structures falling all around at random moments. Rusting cars sit in broken drives, creating their own ecosystems inside their hollow bodies. Plants are growing wild everywhere, creating the illusion of a jungle in a small city street. Every so often, a small animal scampers by, rushing back to their nests to escape the terrors that laid waste to this once quaint little village.
Suddenly, a small body rushes from the bushes, its little legs rushing and tripping as it runs towards a house on the other end of the street. Held against its chest by thin arms and hands is a sack of what looks to be food. Its scratchy, tattered brown dress flows behind it in a desperate attempt to rip itself away and flee for its own dwindling life.
The girl slides up to the chaine
WEREWOLF CAPITULO 1La historia comienza en Berlín Alemania en el año de 2022, en una casa familiar un señor de 28 años llamado Juan, hijo único de una familia muy adinerada y propietaria de una naviera de allí, sale a caminar al bosque con una hermosa noche con luna llena ya cansado de caminar se sentó en un morrito cerca de un lago para observar la luna.WEREWOLF CAPITULO 16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
De repente sale un gran lobo blanco como la nieve y con ojos rojos y enormes, Juan distraído mirando la luna no se da cuenta del peligro si no cuando ya es muy tarde, el lobo lo muerde por el cuello y parte de su cara, dejándolo mal herido, el joven sale corriendo para la casa, con una mano se sostiene la herida y con la otra saca su teléfono para pedir una ambulancia para la familia de la empresa naviera estrella amarilla.
Cuando llega a su casa, cae en la puerta de la ambulancia que ya se encontraba allí; los paramédicos salen con él
TOKYO ZONE Volume 2 Seastruck FishIt was 9 PM, and the four girls were on patrol for the night as if they were the new night guards. They hid in the shadows, and looked out for any sign of trouble in Tokyo. Also Ivan was there with them trying to do some training with them.TOKYO ZONE Volume 2 Seastruck Fish23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Ivan, are you catching up!?" Mai exclaimed while running and leaping from building to building.
"Wait up, I can't take this anymore." Ivan panted finally catching up with the girls.
"I forgot to tell you, night patrol is up until 12:30 A.M." Mai explained to him.
Ivan then realized a noise behind him as he turned backed and look to see what was happening.
"Um girls, you should see this." Ivan told the others as he pointed to some weird mutant creature.
It had a blue Great White Sharks head, a pair of huge lobster claws, a large huge crab shell on its back, a fluke on the end of its tail, and a similar shape to Orga from Godzilla 2000.
"What the hell is that thing?" Mai questioned to the others.
"Whatever it is, I'm going to turn it into s
Literature Day #2Burning AlbumsLiterature Day #214 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Albums upon albums were set on fire, exploding embers lighting the sky. The charred books concealed precious photos of play and laughs. Inches away were the blue and red flames creeping closer to them as the plastic bubbled and squealed for relief. Everything shifted, two albums falling to their spines with a puff of sparks. The way the little buttons retreated seemed to make any heart skip one or two of their beats. It could make stomachs twist and turn as memories of the forgotten were lost in the dark blue sky of night. The moon was even turned away from the terror.
Slowly, the fire dimmed down, relieving the screams of deformed plastic sheets. Every piece of ash was coated in the glossy, foul-smelling substance of picture ink. Though the burning was tragic, there was still a rainbow film packing every shred down, ready to burst.
Birds Of The Night - Night Owl and Blue JayI walked alone. It was getting darker by the minute. I rushed to get home to my sister. We lived by ourselves in a quiet town called Ellenboro. We didn’t do much during the week other than go to work, and party all night. My sister and I had lived alone since our parents died. No one knew the cause. Autopsies said it was lack of blood flow. I say there was something more to it. A monster, an evil demon even, had to have done it. I was one to believe anything I heard. If I watched The Grudge, five days later I’m scared of mirrors. If I watched The Exorcist, then I always carry around a cross. Superstitions and the paranormal have always interested me. I never once have broken a mirror, walked under a ladder, or even spilt salt. As for the black cats that seem to always be around? I steer as far away from them as possible. I do have a cat though. I heard somewhere that animals can see spirits. I also heard that if you take a peek over top of their heads when leaning in real cBirds Of The Night - Night Owl and Blue Jay21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This