the corpse-warning. all who are not comfortable with death and decay, do not read. thank you. Even though this is written like a short story, I must inform you that all of these events are true. I'm just telling you what I saw, and my actions because of it. -the corpse1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it all started a month ago, more or less. You see, I normally go for walks when the weather is nice, and I was walking along the road by my house when i smelt this horrid oder of something rotting. I didn't think much of it then. I just figured that something got hit by a car close by. Typical road kill and all. I figured that whatever it is would be gathered up at the side of the road and disposed of soon, so I kept walking. Well, weeks went by, and the smell never went away. It actually seemed to get stronger as time flew. Finally, just a few days ago, my curiosity got the best of me. I thought that it was rather odd that whatever it was wasn't gotten rid of yet, especially since the stench was so close to the road. So, I decided to follo
The Wolf's PromiseWhere should I begin?The Wolf's Promise3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Something snappy, right? Something cute, something funny?
Bitterly, I looked around my trashed room. Whether I couldn’t focus due to simple writer’s block or from this messed room, I couldn’t tell. Maybe both.
You shouldn’t be working on this. It’s nine. Are we going to let another night waste?
I clenched my teeth and closed out of the document. My pointer almost immediately found its way to my inbox, then my deviantArt, then my YouTube.
What about homework?
I’m staying up tonight. I’ll have time.
Again, night after night, it’s this routine. I need to stop.
I need to change.
Yet, as I say those dried up words, I felt no volition in them. They were mechanical, empty and copied words that repeated around me again and again and again.
I hated them.
They are a reminder of the choices, the mistakes I’ve made. This person I’m beco
Inseguridad—Entonces ¿Qué fue lo que viste exactamente? —decía el oficial que me interrogaba.Inseguridad21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
—No sabría explicarlo, todo fue… tan rápido —mis manos temblaban y sudaban al mismo tiempo de que mis recuerdos me dejaran aun más nervioso—. Era una noche normal para mí, ya era tarde y tenía ganas de dormir pero había una fiesta en los apartamentos de enfrente, intente ignorar el ruido, incluso pensé tapar mis oídos con una almohada pero eso no era suficiente. Creo que eran las dos de la madrugada cuando todo pasó, abrí una cortina para ver si ya estaba por terminar su evento.
Aun sentía la sensación del miedo y la desesperación de lo que sucedió en la madrugada, los nervios me consumen y el temor me carcome pues me he trasformado en un testigo de un hecho atroz.
—Continué —decía el oficial mientras sacaba un
Straws I used to play with straws when I was a kid.Straws22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Despite our family's obvious comfortable financial status, my siblings and I, some reason,lacked in toys. While others just replayed whatever toys they may have over and over again, I, for some really odd reason, became fixated with straws.
It's a hobby I shared with no one, since it was odd for children my age to become fixated with straws, when they have their Hot Wheels and Jenga and UNOs, or if they're really lucky, a computer to play with.
Straws, were in a way, my own toys to play with, something to indulge in my fleeting childhood interest in architecture and structures.
The real reason I chose straws, however, is its cheapness and accessibility. You can get straws almost anywhere. The moment I finished my Slurpee, I'd wash the straw and keep it in a box. If I finished drinking a box of milk, the straw will be washed and stored in the same b
Dear FriendDear Friend,Dear Friend1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Life is weird, huh? I'm at that point where I have to start making decisions, that are going to affect my future. And that can be really scary, sometimes. But, it's nice to know that I'm not alone. And some days, it's hard to look past all of that. I just try to take a breath, and move on. Focus on what I know I want to get out of life.
Like, I want to be able to smile. I want to be able to look back in twenty years, and feel like I didn't waste a day. I want to be not afraid to take chances, and try something new, even if it scares me. I want to be able to laugh. Feel good about myself, and others. Accept people for who they are, and accept myself. Push past my fears, and enjoy life. After all, isn't that the reason we're here?
My new year's resolution was to make every day count, and I'm really trying. Even though some day's I feel like hiding from the world, it makes me to feel better to know that I'm not alone. Just take everything one step at a time. Don't
Some Random Story With Some Random Things: Preview I looked at the computer screen, and I quickly changed the code. It was my first hack, and it was tiring looking at all of those zeros and ones. Brenna looked at me, instructing me how to do it. Why did I need to hack this stupid game anyway? Couldn't she do it herself? I didn't want to get myself in trouble, but I guess it was just peer pressure. She wants me to learn, but why? I have no idea. But now I was here, and I wanted an excuse to be out so badly it wasn't even funny. Glancing at Brenna, I told her that I scheduled a meeting at the mall with my friends. What is a high school like me going to do on the thing anyway? Unlike other people my age (17), I don't really like computers that much. I mean, they can be fun, but I love the outdoors a lot more. As I walked past the woods that are right next to my house, I saw an inchworm struggling to climb up the tree. Picking him up, I placed him on a higher branch, and I told him to not get into any trouble whiSome Random Story With Some Random Things: Preview1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
VERTHARION Chapters One and TwoJourney To The End Of The Horizon: Just As They Had ComeVERTHARION Chapters One and Two1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Journey To The End Of The Horizon: Just As They Had Come
A Tale Of Two Idiots
Just As They Had Come...
Bobby and Puphf's story is a vigorous tale about two brothers who embark on a journey which plaques two worlds and holds them at the fate of the wrath of evil. Both Bobby and Puphf have the ability to do right to anyone, and touch the hearts of all they encounter, changing people with a powerful purity that resides within both of their spirits. They may have no brains, but they sure have big hearts... Upon arrival to Earth, in order to monitor their exploits and sustain security over them for the protection of society, the U.S. Government has ordered selected members of Bobby and Puphf's con2dents to continuously provide excerpts for the Washington News Paper so the people can be involved in the precautions taken by the Government, and the Government can oversee tranquility among our planet by tracking the lives of
A passing this nightThis evening, as the light started to fade from the clear sky I shook off the dust of the day and headed off across the fields along a well trodden path towards the woods which beckoned in the distance. With each step the lights of the village grew brighter as night approached and the evening lengthened. The sound of occasional cars on the nearby road temporarily disturbed the silence of the cooling evening. There was a slight breeze which carried the aromas of cooked meat in the air to my nostrils.A passing this night1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Following the line of a hedge, the way ahead was clear as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkening surroundings. The light of the village now dimmed as the distance between myself and the village increased with each step, and with each step my forward momentum appeared to me to warp time itself. The energy and motion brought the distant silhouettes closer. As darkness fell, distance increased and time was no longer of relevance. The focus was movement, and the immediate purpose was to cover
How To Stop Obsessive Thinking Without...It’s 11:43 on a Tuesday night and my Google search history lists articles like, “15 Ways To Stop Obsessing,” “It Must Be Cancer: How I Came To Terms With Hypochondria,” and the particularly helpful, “Internet Makes Hypochondria Worse.” In other words, it’s just another Tuesday night.How To Stop Obsessive Thinking Without...2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My heart is beating ferociously in my chest and I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not dying.
Four months ago, just after New Year’s, I noticed something rather alarming – I had forgotten how to breathe. For those of you who go day in, day out, never spending a passing thought on this autonomic function, it seems a ridiculous notion. How do you forget how to breathe? Are you some fucking moron? Just take a chill pill, shut your eyes and inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, look you’re good as new.
I thought it was ridiculous, too. A million other responses, logical responses, circulated in my mind. Bronchitis. Asthma.
Creepypasta - She is realA dream I didn’t wake up from was one that terrified me. There was a time before then that made matters worse.Creepypasta - She is real2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I kept dreaming of this little girl and maybe she was a part of me. Or she was my guardian angel. She scared me sometimes. Sometimes she would follow me around and play a prank or two. She’s a ghost of the past and I know that for sure. One night I had fallen asleep and started dreaming about this house, this mansion abandoned. I walked through the front doors to find the place lit up, but full of cobwebs and paintings. A high ceiling brought comfort to me to know that someone would not be above me on the second floor walking around and then frightening me to know I was not alone. There were a few candles on the tables and light fixtures along the walls that were lit up. That comforted me to know that it was not dark. In the center and set back were a somewhat of a grand staircase that eventually led up to go either way. There were a lot of paintings and some
scarsThe girl sat on the swing set, looking gloomy in the rainy weather. She pulled a stray rusty nail out of the wood and dragged it across her skin, like a college freshman digging his dirty fingernails over a drunk girl’s back. It didn’t pierce through. I was not impressed.scars2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Nicole, what are you doing?”
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Her expression was hard, bitter.
“I’m really depressed. You wouldn’t understand. You don’t get self harm like I do.”
A part of me was amused that she hadn’t seen the bandages. Another part was annoyed that she couldn’t be bothered to hide her own self destruction. My empathy had long run out, and mostly I tried to keep Nicole from having a nervous breakdown on my lawn.
What could I say, really? “Don’t hurt yourself”? I would be a hypocrite. And I knew she was not going to listen. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to give her some emotional validation, to save he
The saddest of allThis isn't fiction, it's true, sad reality one of my relatives and I had to go through. I want to send a signal out into the darkness with this, open some eyes.The saddest of all2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was a little child, only 4 years old, back then in 1990. I don’t remember much, I’ve suppressed it all somewhere deep down in my mind. My parents just told me that my legs were hurting to that time and they took me to the doctor to find out what’s wrong. He then found the swollen lymph nodes and diagnosed me having leukaemia.
A hard time started from then on. They took me to the hospital where I would swallow poisonous pills and undergo radiation treatments in purpose to kill the blood cancer. I lost all of my hair, the cortisone made my face look like a balloon. I demanded food in the middle of the night, became aggressive. But they went through it. My mom stayed with me at the hospital. Sometimes my grandmother too. My father got up very early in the morning every day, finished work in the cowshed, c
Steve and Herobrine's Back Story (for my blog)In a world of nothing a god named, Notch, saw pure darkness that could become light. He soon made a large world appear. But it was barren and lifeless. He pondered for a moment.Steve and Herobrine's Back Story (for my blog)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Something is missing from this world of mine... but what?"
He soon realized what as missing. He made things grow lush and green, full of life. He then pondered again.
"Who would take care of this land of mine?"
He then took some of his own flesh and modeled it into two young teens. Twins. But there was a difference between the two. They both had a cyan shirt on and blue pants. They both had dark brown scruffy hair. Their skin a light shade of tan. They opened their eyes slowly. One had blueish purple yes the other had brown eyes.
Notch looked at the two and smiled. "You are to make this world your own and thrive, once you maintain it, then and only then, I shall let more humans join you."
The two men nodded and smiled. Notch granted them the ability to speak to one another and to their "father". He then realiz
THE THING THEORY ComparisonDISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN 'THE THING' (ORIGINALS AND PREQUELS)THE THING THEORY Comparison2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hello my fellow readers. I like to point out that this is the first theory I'm posting about 'The Thing'. So all opinions are welcome and I'll be happy to hear on what you think.
Before I start, I like to make a little comparison.
In the beginning John Carpenter made a movie called "The Thing" in 1982. Then 29 years later, came the prequel that explained everything on how it started. It was direct by Matthijs van Heijningen Jr. and written by Eric Heisserer. But what you may or may not know is that before the prequel and John Carpenter, came a 1951 (which is the actual original one) version called "The Thing From Another World". It was directed by Christian Nyby and Howard Hawks.
Here are the similarities and differences on all 3 films:
1) A base in Antartica
2) Sled dogs
3) Snow storms
4) Military and scientists
5) Thing creatures
6) Buried and destroyed UFOs
7) Frozen alien
1) In the 1951 and preq
THE THING THEORY Ch.1DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN 'THE THING' (ORIGINALS AND PREQUELS)THE THING THEORY Ch.12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In this second chapter, I'm gonna tell you in my own words how everyone got infected. Like I said in the previous chapter, I'll be happy to hear any opinions.
I'll be starting at the prequel which makes sense.
When the Norwegians and Americans were celebrating their discovery, Carter asked Griggs to bring more beers. At the same time Derek went to use the restroom. Then out of nowhere, Lar's dog sensed something bad coming so it tried to escape.
After Derek checked the alien in ice and almost having a heart attack when Peder spooked him, the alien escaped. Both Griggs and the dog heard the thing's roar. The dog was the first victim then Griggs (Thats what I believe). Henrik was next, unfortunately he didn't make it and neither did the 'Thing' when eveyone burned it. They all think it was over but looks can be deceiving.
After the scientists did their autospy, Juliette, feeling saddened for Henrik's demise, left. While crying,
THE THING THEORY Ch.2DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN 'THE THING' (ORIGINALS AND PREQUELS)THE THING THEORY Ch.22 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This second chapter was inspired by a guy name Rob Ager who posted a video on youtube showing a film analysis which was titled, "Was Childs Infected?". And seeing this made me go back to watching the movie and I found some interesting clues.
Again, all opinions are welcome here.
When MacReady and Copper head over to assisst the Norwegians (without knowing what happen to them), the imitatiom of Lar's dog starts roaming around the American until it enters a random bedroom with somebody already in it. At first I thought it was Norris but it was actually Palmer.
After Clark put the dog imitation in the kennel with the other dogs, they all sensed that something was off to their new company then it showed its true colors. Clark came back to check on what was the commotion then out of know of nowhere two dogs, that barely made out alive, got out. Clark managed to closed the gate before it got out. If you look closely on the fl
I AmI AmI Am2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don’t tell me what to be;
You cannot decide for me.
Don’t act like you know what’s best;
It’s all a lie; you’re a lie.
Don’t tell me to be a lady
When I am not.
Call me whatever you want,
Because you have no idea what I really am.
Whatever the hell God made me.
He made me into his image, correct?
He made me into this very emotional,
Conflicted human being
Who shouldn’t have survived this long.
Trust me, I’m as puzzled as you.
I am a human.
That means I have emotions.
I may not show them,
But I have some.
I am a weirdo.
Words said by none other than myself.
I have my fears, some stupid, some reasonable.
At least I’m not boasting about having no fears like some of you.
I have lost the meaning of hope
It no longer exists where I am
But that is fine.
I lock up my feelings,
So you’ll never know what I really mean.
I am a fearful, weak, shallow corpse of a human being. I follow the book and I only
GavinWe splashed all afternoon in the baby pool. Little did I know that roley poley bugs don’t require an Olympic swimming regimen, but then again I was only six and I wanted them to grow up and be strong swimmers in case there was ever a flood. With a calm yet childish outlook on life there were only amazing creatures to discover and woodland adventures to be had day after day in the bright Virginia sun. I was just old enough to know the red ants hurt when they bite but just young enough to believe they have full scale, underground war with the black ants. Old enough that I knew the birds where talking to each other as they sang but young enough to think they were telling secret jokes about old Myrtle next door and the way she tried to mimic the birds songs but couldn’t whistle right due to her lack of teeth. I was young enough to somehow find contentment in nature and dirty critters but old enough to have my heart broken. My mother, Lydia, was inside typing furiously on her deGavin2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mindless Musings #7: Sad Realizations“Hey.”Mindless Musings #7: Sad Realizations2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Uhm...” I looked up at the girl who approached me, “hi.”
“Why are you so hard to get?”
I pause for a second before answering her, “What do you mean?”
“I mean why are you so hard to understand; no one can figure you out.”
“Well,” I look away for a second to choose my words carefully, “I don't like being understood. Once that happens, people seem to think that they know what's best for me and in the end, only end up screwing me and my life over.”
“Oh,” she looked away for a second before turning back to me with a smile, “I guess that makes sense! I don't know why you'd want that though, I love when people understand me. I don't feel so alone when they do.”
“Excuse me,” I quickly stand up and start walking across the gym to the bathrooms, I felt a breakdown coming on...
“Alina! You're back in the game! Come on, we need our medic!” I sna
Our Little ApartmentI remember I used to stay up a couple of days every once in a while, back when I was a teenager. It was mostly due to playing several MMORPGs and StarCraft: Brood War. At times, my step-brother would stay up with me and we’d play Diablo together. Those were great times.Our Little Apartment2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There was one day when my step-dad went to visit his aunt and cousins, so it was just me and my two younger step-siblings in our little apartment in south California. My mother was working late that night, so I had to cook dinner. Our parents came home and my step-dad began telling us how his visit went. Being the man who enjoyed exaggerating tales, he told us that his aunt was a psychic and was communicating with the dead when he got there.
She told him that there was an evil spirit latching onto him, so she performed some ritual to get the spirit off him. He then said, after a moment of chanting in Latin, his aunt was push backwards in her chair. Everyone present said they saw a red orb shoot from my step-dad an