You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.You Said You Loved Me3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Virgin Mary's SaintVirgin Mary's Saint1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more caBEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORY5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Creepypasta) The Diver(Creepypasta) The Diver5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering what I am talking about so, I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Eclipse Part 6I woke up to the sound of rapid tapping on my window. I lifted my head to see Zach smiling in at me. I yawned and lept out of bed, stretching on my way to the window. I unlocked it and pushed the window upwards and locked it again as it was up.Eclipse Part 63 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you doing here at," I glanced at my alarm clock, " 3:30 in the morning? Are you even human?" Zach laughed and gave me one of his smiles that made my heart melt every time he smiled at me. He grabbed his backpack and unzipped a small compartment on the side.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That's for you to decide." He pulled out a small bag and shook it gently. My ears perked up at the sound of something small rattling around the bottom. Zach bowed his head and handed me the bag, smiling. "For the lady."
"You are always getting me presents," I cooed while opening the bag. Zach leaned over and likes my cheek, his smile growing. I could have swore I saw something flash in his eyes.
"I want to spoil you before I am deported. Unless you want m
Dat Ass ~Stridercest~You are now Dave Strider and you are getting tired of your brothers pranks with those damn puppets.Dat Ass ~Stridercest~3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
What's wrong with him anyways? This is the 6th time today that he has pelted you with puppet ass. You look around for any signs of your brother before making a mad dash to your room. You run out of the kitchen up the stairs, only to be drowned in fine fluffy rumps.
"Damn!" You thought. "How much smuppet ass can he possibly own?" You turn around seeing your grinning brother snapping a photo of you covered in the damn things like he does everytime. "What the hell is your problem Bro! You have been doing this all day! Don't think just cause your older doesn't mean I won't strife with you cause I swear I will kick your ass this time!" You pull out your katana.
"Dave. Calm you hotter-than-the-sun, ass down. I won't strife with you man. Even little Cal can kick your ass so why should I? If your so bothered by it why didn't you say so?
reality (pt 2)reality (pt 2)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was all the same. every day i wasted in a white room, sketching and writing. i didn't speak to anyone, the nurse's sometimes sunk pills into my water so i would take them. i never drank it, i couldn't. if i had i would lose the only thing that would even think of me as human. as a real thing. my sanity was lost, and torn apart, there was no hope for retrieving it. killing my only friend would only make me kill others, or end my own life. he was the only thing that had been with me my whole life, and never let me down. everything i did was part of his plan, i didn't question it though. i never did. he was the only thing i could trust.
a nurse walked in. i could tell she stopped before entering and slipped another drug in my water. there was no clicking sound when she entered.
"good morning joshua, how are you?" she asked with a fake smile and tone of voice, setting "food" down on the t
betrayal leads to terrible endings :Pbetrayal leads to terrible endings :P6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"sarah, come with me" vivian said, she grabbed sarah's arm and pulled sarah into the girls restroom. "what about soo ting?" sarah asked, "she's going to stay out there til im finished with you" vivian replied. all 3 girls were wearing a blue and white tank-top that was short and they all wore blue miniskirts with black boots. there bare belly's were all exposed and visible. vivian grabbed both of sarah's arms and forced them to her sides, "what the hell are you doing?" sarah asked. "im going to eat you, you look so tasty!" vivian exclaimed.
she shoved sarah's head into her mouth before sarah could even react. sarah's screams became muffled. sarah fought back as hard as she could but vivian had a strong grip on her, she slowly swallowed sarahs breast and shoulders. "MMMPHHHH NOMF!!! IM NOTF FOODF!" sarah screamed through a face full of saliva. vivian took another gulp, sarahs tasty bare stomach slowly entered her mouth. vivian sucked on sarahs bare belly for a few moments, coating it wi
reality (pt 1)reality (pt 1)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I screamed. His blood stained my hands. It was every where. I could barley hold my self up, tears covered my face mixing into the blood. this can't be happening. No please tell me this isn't happening!
A faint grin arose from my lips, I chuckled a bit. "what's wrong? why are you crying?"
i twitched, shaking, fear filled me. the blood was everywhere. i loved it, but at the same time i wished this hadn't happened.
"he's dead" i whispered to my self. "WHY IS HE DEAD!?" i fell to my knees, ripping my nails into my head. the dark red color continued to stain more. "dad... you can't leave me... i can't live alone.... not with her"
a loud thud echoed threw my ear. i froze, it came from my mothers room. i ran into it, bursting the door open. there was no light in the room. i threw on the switch to lighten the room. i gagged as more te
THE SCARLET FEARIt was a wonder that something that had existed since the dawn of time and was in fact a part of our very beings had suddenly caused a frenzy within the streets of London. Children had heard stories about the scarlet fear yet none had ever dared to find the origin of these yarns, not until Jeremy. Jeremy had no last name, though, I suppose, it didn't really matter since he would never live to tell anyone what he alone discovered. He ventured off one winter evening to find what exactly the scarlet fear was. The stories that were given to children such as Jeremy were so vague that it was hard to say what the scarlet fear was. Nevertheless though, it caused such and upsweep in the city that all children knew that whatever this scarlet fear was, that they too should be deathly afraid of it. But not Jeremy though; no there was a flame of curiosity in him that refused to burn out. So he continued on his journey throughout the streets of London to see first hand the scarlet fear. Minutes turnTHE SCARLET FEAR1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
reality (pt.3)reality (pt.3)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
i shook almost unable to open the door. what did he want. "OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!!!" i snapped at my self, i did as he asked. 'click' the door opened with a small gust of air that shadowed it. scream ran threw out my head, i fell back a few steps, clenching my eyes so tightly i felt as if they would smash threw my eye socket.
the patient slowly slipped the door open, as if afraid someone would here him "i'm not sure we have met? are you a new patient here?" he asked with a very calm, almost relaxing voice.
i barely shook my head. my arm twitched slightly, as an urge to grab my pencil and push it threw his neck ran threw me for a moment. i clenched my fist holding my self back from it.
"why are you stuck in this cell-?" he began looking over me. he knew from all the scars that stain my skin, and the blackness under my eyes, i was in this cage for a good reason
Be QuietMisery: eh, another story of my creepypasta oc, Misery... I’m sorry, I kind of suck at original storiesBe Quiet6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is Misery’s point of view~
I just wanted to talk things over, I didn’t want to do it. She just pushed me over the edge... and the knife in my hand... slipped across her neck, and continued to stab in and out of her body. She was so pretty, on the outside. On the inside she was ugly, horrid, disgusting. She was nothing but another slime ball in this disgusting world. The preppy head cheerleader, the prom queen, the disgusting fake that’s only popular because of her knowledge of everyone elses failures. Her friends hate her, it’s obvious they hate and fear her. What she knew of them I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter anymore. I did the world a favor by getting rid of this scuzzball.
Should I start from the beginning about what happened? No, I
The Lyris The following journal entries are of a young male of age 17 whom was murdered on December 4, 2013. These depict the events leading to the time of death.The Lyris2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
November 3, 2013
There's a new girl in class who transferred into my school recently. Her name's Jessica Derrickson. She's quite pretty too, she has long black hair which has the most beautiful tint of blue to it, and her eyes are a stunning golden-yellow color. She wears two bright-red ribbons on both sides of her head that compliment the pale color of her skin as well as her black hair. God, am I lucky that she sits by me. I think it's love at first sight.
November 15, 2013
Girls have been mean to Jess (that's what I call her!) lately. They have been caling her a succubus and a 'pretty faced bitch' because guys are attracted to her. I mean, what the hell? We're in a catholic school! She came crying to me after school with ruffeled hair and redened eyes, telling me that the girls yanked her by
Insanity KillsInsanity Kills3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sabrina Johnson sat boredy on her bed that the mental hospital provided, staring up at the ceiling that was white like the rest of the foul room she was stuck in the past year.
The room has very few things. A bed, a table with a chair on either side, and a five-footed floor lamp next to it. The lamp was not needed; the ceiling had a few lights.
Sabrina sighed, the boredom eating at her. The reason she was in here was because she got a thrill from kiling the innocent. She called her victims toys; her acts of murder playing. It was an obsession, something unfixable. When would they learn that? None of these daily sessions helped any, just drove her more and more insane. A few times she would loose her temper with the idiotic 'doctors' here and physically hurt one.
Sabrina heard a knock on the locked door, indicating that one of the doctors were here for her daily questioning.
"Miss Johnson, are you decent?"
Sabrina scoffed as she heard the voice of the newest doctor here; Dr. Phil