*CreepyPasta*: Water PuppetSome people call me a hero. I can't disagree with them, because it's actually kind of true. Believe it or not, I've saved a drowning man, pulled a girl from a burning building, and I even saved a dog from being swept away by a nasty flood. My friends thought I was crazy, but I thought I was just exercising my humanity. That, and I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. It was my guilty pleasure. I've been sky diving and bungee jumping on more than one occasion. I've jumped off the ledge of a huge water fall hoping that I didn't hit shallow water. I've got a couple of scars to show for my endeavors. I don't really do the adventurous things that I used to anymore. Not after what happened.*CreepyPasta*: Water Puppet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About seven years ago, me and a couple of friends were just heading out from a New Years party. It was freezing outside, and we had to walk six blocks to get back to our dorms. We all started walking, dreading the next twenty minutes or so of minus twenty degree weather.
"Hey, w - wait a minute," Jarro
When It's BlackI am cold. Even hidden tight underneath my warm covers, I am cold. Perspiration lays thick on my arms and clammy hands. My knuckles, so white, as they grip my frying pan's wooden handle. It won't be long now. Witching hour has come again, and just as he has before, he will return again. Any moment now, that tell-tale sound, that single thing, that gives him away every time...When It's Black5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shifted my body, quietly repositioning myself. My muscles were tensed, coiled, like a snake waiting to strike, I told myself. A little gardner snake, versus the mighty cobra. Not much of a fight, but the gardner snake is angry. The cobra is veiled beneath his hood, his face sharp and silent and expressionless. It makes me shiver, and bring my knees closer to my chest. Minutes have pass, and still I hear nothing. Maybe he chose not to come. Maybe, tonight, I will finally receive the rest I desire-
He's there. For a moment, my breathing is quick and shallow, but I regain control, calm myself and retu
The Black PondI remember the day we first arrived in our new home clearly. My father parked the car before the house, his gruff voice announcing our arrival. I was in the back seat, my sketch book open in my lap as I drew whatever came to mind. My younger brother Ben crawled right across my lap and pressed his face to the car window, looking out at our new home with awe. Irritated that he'd interrupted my drawing, I snapped the book shut and got out of the car, slamming the door in his face with no remorse.The Black Pond3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was scolded for my behaviour, but being sixteen years old, I didn't really care.
The house was old and worn, in dire need of repairs that my father promised to take care of. A double story building with a dark red, slanted roof and grey walls. My mother said it looked like an old Victorian mansion, especially since it was surrounded by a forest. I thought it looked like a rancid old mansion one would expect to find in a horror story, and yet somehow this observation drew me to it and I began to
Scary StoryAn old woman walked down the street, it was late at night. She had been out to the grocery store for some celery. Unfortunately they were out so she was returning home empty-handed.Scary Story9 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was unusually dark that night, clouds had rolled in blocking out the moon, and a storm was coming. She continued down the street, still quite a ways from her home. The street was empty, save for an animal that may wonder by.
As she walked, using her cane to support herself, she thought she heard steps behind her. Slowly turning around, she found that no one was behind her. Continuing on her way home, the stepping noises picked-up again, even with her bad hearing they where very obvious to her. Turning around again, more quickly, she still found nothing behind or around her. She quickened her pace as much as her old legs would let her, hoping to get home quickly.
She turned down the next street, only 3 blocks to go.
The Tapping Next DoorFor most of my life I had lived in the same apartment. It was on the third floor and overlooked the busy city. It was also directly next to another apartment, which means you could hear everything going on behind the right-hand side bedroom wall.The Tapping Next Door3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would occasionally hear faint noises coming from behind the wall. There would be scraping, which I assumed was the sound of a chair being pulled along a wooden floor. Sometimes voices could be heard. I guessed they were either from the residents living there or from a TV or radio. And then there was the banging.
The banging was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it really annoyed me. Why wouldn't it? It always seemed to happen when I was trying to sleep and considering my bed was right against the wall where it was loudest, I was usually awoken by it.
It was loud and frantic usually, like someone trying to get attention. I always thought it was a young child doing its best to piss off its parents, but I was never sure. Mostly becaus
Sickly SweetI could remember moving into this neighbourhood like it was just yesterday. Actually, when I think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Must've been about seven months ago when I first arrived. It seemed perfectly normal. I had friendly neighbours, a nice house and a fairly decent job at the gas station in the nearby town.Sickly Sweet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although all of my neighbours seemed cheerful and friendly, there was one specifically who seemed kinder than all of them. Her name was Amanda Robinson, and she lived in the house opposite mine.
She looked about twenty, the same age as me. Her long hair was a light brown colour, just like mine, and her eyes were a moss green, also like mine. We both had fair skin, although hers was slightly paler. A warm smile was always present on her face and for some reason, she always had a few peppermint sweets in her jeans pocket.
I remember first meeting her on the day I moved in. She offered me a peppermint and I gladly accepted. I noticed she didn't eat one herself, but though
The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my headThe Dearest Dark Things3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said
They leave me all alone
The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light
They never leave my side
Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek
Trust me I know nothing
Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown
Yes I am their queen
I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art
Look at my lovely dark things
They follow closer, at my heel
And before me, used to kneel
And still do if I keep the deal
But blood is deadly poison
Away we go, away we slam
Another deed for us to damn
Another slaughtered bloody lamb
The dark things, no listen to-
To late, to late
We'll never stop at this rate
Not until our marked death date
What's happening to me, why can't I move
I try to bac
VentWhen I was 6 or 7, my family has been going through hard times. We sold our house and moved to a very small flat. The apartments were cranked and tiny, and behind the wall lived another family with a kid around my age.Vent2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't very sociable, but since my parents didn't want me to stress like they did, I was introduced to the kid. He was short and always smiled cheerfully, even though their situation wasn't much better than ours. It was pretty hard not to be friends with him. We always went to "adventures" in the small backyard and visited each other very often. I became very attached to him.
Soon enough I noticed there was a small air vent on the wall next to my bed, just above the floor. It was like a small window between our apartments, and so we called it "the friendship window". If one of us wanted to talk but didn't feel like going out, he would just crouch near the vent and say "Eyes not blinking, look at me now!". It sounded weird to both families, but we just wanted something
They Stole My BodyI just want to get away. Away from the noise of this house. It's winter so outside isn't an option so I'll have to settle for the garage. It's not as frigid in there but it's still chilling so I bring a small space heater.They Stole My Body3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find an old lawn chair and set it up next to the only plug I can find. As the ancient off white heater warms up I look around. This place is so dirty. The concrete floor needs sweeping and the corners have bad at least twenty past hosts. I guess it's okay because no one ever comes out here this time of year.
Finally the heater is warmed up. So much that my shins are almost burning. I move them aside so that the rest of my body can feel the tiny sun. After I move my foot I see a quarter sized beetle. It's exoskeleton is dark but where the light hits it the blue and purple metallic undertones are revealed. I've never seen this kind of insect in person before but I know it's not native to this area. It must have been searching for an escape from the winter and found i
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
illuminate my heartSeptember falls outside his window and the two-story house feels June. Time tilts here, the days canted to the left like the apple tree their grandchildren planted sometime last winter. It hasn't grown much since then, a few leaves on dry branches but no blooming flowers when spring arrived.illuminate my heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today his fifty years seem like thirty. Sitting up in bed is easier. He doesn't feel as weak as before. The Pacific breeze touches his hair, chills his pale face and he thinks, Maybe Anna and I could drive down to the beachfront today.
He rolls to his side. She's burrowed under the covers, a blue blanketed lump, white hair poking out over dark blue pillows.
John reaches his hand out and presses down.
The lump rolls over. The lump doesn't breathe.
The lump deflates like a balloon.
The lump is blankets and no flesh.
"Mmm, good morning," Anna murmurs in his ear.
Cold lips kiss his cold cheek. John frowns.
There's nothing there--
Anna squeezes his hand, drags him out of bed. "Breakfast?"
My handwriting sucksMy handwriting sucks3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My handwriting sucks big time
but right now I gotta pee
or my bladder will explode.
As I'm no mermaid at sea.
I swear I will find a rhyme
if I do it near a tree
or while squatting on the road.
Ode to a lavatory.
Road TripRemember …Road Trip9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Remember our road trip to Grandma's house?" I whispered softly, smiling and gently stroking her golden hair. She gasped for air, gurgling loudly, as a fresh stream of glossy red flowed from her blood stained lips, swimming in perfect curves across her chin.
"Huh," I laughed, "Remember me, you and Jack were arguing? Dad was in the front, driving, getting extremely wound up?" She opened her eyes wide, intently staring at me, the beautiful emerald green disappearing.
"Suddenly there was music! Mum had turned the radio on. And," I giggled, "You began to dance, each move you made Jack and I following. Mum and dad were laughing and smiling and for those few minutes it was peaceful…" Her knuckles began to turn white, as she squeezed my knee.
"Go to that memory, Laurie." I whispered, shushing her sobs, "Go there and be peaceful. And Jack, mum, dad and I will dance with you forever!" I bent down and kissed her face, "I love you." She shuddered, her grip loosening, as she slack
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
have you ever been in love?have you ever been in love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you ever been in love?
does your heart skip a beat when they text you?
do you blush when you hear their name?
do you sigh when you hug?
do you blush at the thought of them?
does your heart beat faster when they simply peck your cheek or nose?
do you love them so much it hurts when youre away?
can you not express your love with words?
are you in love?
yes, you are
yes, i am
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
God's CreationCivilization,God's Creation9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Claim their God's creation,
When mankind's no limitations:
Deceitful and disloyal,
Destructive and black-hearted,
No image of our Father's.
Money to the rich,
Famine to the poor,
To our Holy Bible,
We have many flaws.
Where made as God's creation,
We would be nothing more,
Angel The Fox and The CupboardChapter 1Angel The Fox and The Cupboard8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a small space. Its windows …
"Wha-?! What windows?! God, some narrator! If you haven't noticed Mr. Narrator there are no windows!" Capt. Foxx spoke sarcastically and seemed flustered …
"Ohh!" Capt. Foxx put on a squeaky, irritating voice, "'Spoke sarcastically and seemed flustered!' Psh. Suddenly a psychologist are we now?! Determine when I'm sarcastic do we now?!"
It appeared Capt. Foxx had been in the small space (I suddenly speak quickly!) with-no-windows, ahem, too long and was fighting with a non existent person …
I … I can carry on?! …
No interruptions from Mr. Foxx?! …
"THAT'S CAPTAIN YOU BA-!!"
Bars did not surround this small space. It was not a cell or a toilet or a box room or a …
"Jesus chri- … My character doesn't live long, you know! Can we please speed things up?!" He exclaimed, then ranting in a mumble, "F-ing God damn writers these days. Think they can just whip up a God damn shor
What I MissI just want you to know,What I Miss8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you're my bestest friend,
We're the closest sisters,
You're my favorite everything!
So here's a little poem,
Of things I'll always miss,
The things that I remember,
As the Cassam Sisters craziness!
I miss you always meowing,
To me and cats and friends,
Of calling me a kitty,
Our full blown puppy arguments!
I miss us during school time,
Our petty little fights,
Of screaming: "SHE'S TOOK MY TURN!"
And you and your cheeky smile!
I miss those special Ding games,
When you were on a role,
Of winning every single time,
And scribbling 'I'VE WON!' in bold!
I miss when you lived close to us,
With Paul and cats and dogs,
And I would drive,
To your house,
On our joint shared quad.
You'd always make me comfortable,
And ask me how I've been,
And scream: "OI! TEA IS READY!"
When I was busy with Mystique.
But now you've had to leave me,
Those times have come and gone,
There is no school,
No games of dings,
But keep remembering,
Those good old da
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form9 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Greek Angel"Achille's" … I stared at my horse; his black, velvet summer coat glossy in Egypt's desert sun. My mind swam with emotions: fear, confusion and yet still willful. The man strode towards me and, as he did, a single salty tear fell across my cheek.Greek Angel9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I want that horse!" The tall, muscular man repeated. He was an Arab and I grew more frightened by the sight of a long, twisted knife slung across his bare shoulder. "I want it now. Or your …" He paused, eyeing me, then spitting across my face. "… Pa-the-tic foreign life will draw to an end." I dare not move. I simply held on even tighter to Achille's reins. I knew what they would do to him; the Arabs would use him as a fighting horse, a world in which Achille's life would perish or draw to a slow and miserable end. Something I could not bear to imagine. How could I decide? …
Slowly, I drifted away from Egypt and I remembered Achille's –
I was a child again, barely sixteen. I stared in awe at all of the magnificent horses, with extravagant