A Two Sentence Horror StoryIn a land of clouds and purity, the executioner says, "See you in hell," and the serial killer breathes his last.A Two Sentence Horror Story1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Down on Earth, a baby is born; the doctor whispers, "Welcome home."
The Last Letter | Message in a BottleBooooooooooom.The Last Letter | Message in a Bottle3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is going to be a bad one, I mused to myself.
I gazed out at the gray expanse before me. The sky was dark with storm clouds ready to release their deluge. The ocean waves 25 feet below me were already beginning to look choppy, even though the storm was still many miles away from the coast. The wind was picking up already too, threatening to blow my skinny 13-year-old body backwards against the rocks. But I planted my feet and held my ground against the onslaught.
"Wouldn't want to be sailing in this," Andrew voiced aloud. Although he was the same age as me, he was already stockier, and had no trouble standing, as if it were only a gentle sea breeze buffeting him.
"You aren't kidding," I said. There was a flash of lightning in the distance, followed by a long pause and another low rumbling of thunder. Definitely a bad one.
I gazed at the choppy waters, mesmerized by their ebb and flow. Suddenly, a glint caught my eye, lit by another flash in the d
Personal Psychiatrist - BLANK OC Interview MemeGetting the lowdown:Personal Psychiatrist - BLANK OC Interview Meme3 years ago in Memes More Like This
Your OC went to sleep one night, only to wake up in a square room with nothing but a semi-comfortable bed attached to the wall and a man sitting on a chair in front of them. Bright light/complete darkness momentarily blinds them, and that's when they realize they're in deep.
As it turns out, the man is a psychiatric doctor and you, their creator, sent them to him in the hopes that their restless minds can finally find some peace.
If your OC has any companions, same species or otherwise, that never leave their side, this meeting has broken that rule and your OC is alone, except for the man.
There are no cameras, no notes, no actual record of the conversation will be made. Just your OC having a good heart to heart with a perfect stranger who sees many people each day but treats everyone with the same equality he believes they deserve. Whether they be mutant, animal, human, anything.
If it helps, you can be the interviewer. If not, then he's a man with looks left enti
A Guide to (Useful) Character Reference SheetsThis guide won't give you a character sheet to fill out, but will walk you through the key features of character reference sheets (CRS), why pre-designed ones are useless, and give you tips on creating one that will be far more useful than any pre-existing questionnaires. Let’s get started.A Guide to (Useful) Character Reference Sheets2 years ago in Writing More Like This
§1. What’s the point of a CRS?
A character reference sheet, as the name indicates, is the reference document containing salient information that makes up your character. It is merely a tool. It is not for publication and your readers don’t need to see it. It exists to give you, the writer, a fixed point of reference. The information on a CRS is a package of traits your character brings with them into every chapter, and the point of having it written down is to give you 1) a firmly established understanding of your character and how they should act in every given situation; 2) something to come back to in case you’re uncertain of how to write a cha
Haiku: Imminent MenacePromise - long forgotHaiku: Imminent Menace2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her anger - thy hath begot
Thrive - this love shall not
Sunset of Betrayal :: Chapter ICHAPTER ISunset of Betrayal :: Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gatsby, I'll kill you, you son of a―!"
The slamming of the door cut Myrtle Knightley off before she could get out the last word. Then the black Rolls-Royce peeled off eastward, leaving her alone in the chilly night air. She stood on the middle of Williamsburg Bridge.
It was currently the longest suspension bridge in the world, joining Manhattan to Long Island. It was also nearly 150 feet above the East River; a fact that made Myrtle's stomach churn when she looked south over the side. She immediately turned back around and closed her eyes, gripping the cold metal behind her. The breeze picked up, forcing her to let go and fold her bare arms to keep herself warm. The coat Tom Wilson had given her before he died about an hour ago was still lying on the back seat of Gatsby's gilded getaway vehicle. She cursed aloud, for it had been a good coat.
Out on the Manhattan side, two motorcycles and a dark roofless automobile sped onto the bridge. At the sound of the engines appro
The BeginnerMina was lying in front of the tv, just surfingThe Beginner2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
through the channels, bored out of her mind.
"Gabe said he's going to call," she huffed.
"Really, sometimes I wonder why do I bother
with him. Sure, I've been taking care of him
ever since I bailed him out. I really should
force him to move in. That way, I could.."
she ranted on, before she heard the phone ring.
Grabbing it anxiously, she was about to start
in a flirtatious tone, but changed to her normal
tone when she realized who the other person was.
"Hey, Luther. What's up?" she began.
"Can you do me a favor?" he asked.
"What is it?" she sighed.
"Well, you see," he started, "there's this guy
new in town, and he just turned into a vampire
for three months now.."
"..so he needs someone to show him the ropes,"
"Where would I meet him?"
Luther provided her with the address, and informed
her to meet him around 10 pm.
She got dressed, sent Gabe a message telling him
she would be unavailable, and headed out