Truthless of Shinovar he/him Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 10 hours ago, Soulbinder said: Thanks! That means a lot to me, as I want to be a professional author. Although I think you missed one, as it was neither happy nor inspiring. Well, most of your stories at least
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 On 6/20/2020 at 10:41 AM, Quitecontrary said: Invisible It’s been three months since the research lab accident that turned her into this ... abomination. He’s working so hard to reverse the effects, but they both suspect it might very well be permanent. Mary wiped the invisible tears from her eyes. At least he can still hear and feel her. -- My name is Mary. I just had to respond. Wow, I love the direction you took the story!
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 24 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: Wow, I love the direction you took the story! It could easily have been a ghost story. But I like Hollow Girl better. If you want to continue it, please tag me. I didn't realize when I created this thread that it was so easy to take 50-word fiction to a dark place. ---- Clueless Man You couldn't have heard it. The agony of keeping my tears in check - my measured breaths. Else, screaming in my head and perhaps blood. Definitely tears. Hysterical desperate laughter. I fold my hands on top of my thighs. I stop their trembling. Silence is the sound of a heart breaking. 1
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 1 minute ago, Quitecontrary said: It could easily have been a ghost story. But I like Hollow Girl better. If you want to continue it, please tag me. I didn't realize when I created this thread that it was so easy to take 50-word fiction to a dark place. Well, if you want to invoke emotion out of your audience in 50 words, its hard not to get really dark.
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 8 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: Well, if you want to invoke emotion out of your audience in 50 words, its hard not to get really dark. That's true. It's actually quite a challenge to write something happy and bright. ---- Father's Day He’d been pacing for about a half day, but it’s really just been an hour. He was deaf to the panic and frantic atmosphere of the hospital with its bustling personnel in PPEs and the paging of doctors. The door opened. “Mr. Lawson? They both made it. It’s a boy.” 4
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Nighttime Routine It was 11 o'clock at night. When a hand laid on my shoulder, I jumped and turned quickly around. No one was there. The bathroom's locked, must have been my imagination. I sigh, relieved, and wash the sweat off my face. I look into the mirror. There's somebody behind me. 2
+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 We All Scream The van drove slowly down the deserted street, passing the tightly packed houses that looked nearly identical. He scanned the yards with overturned bigwheels, and abandoned slip-n-slides, looking for children. He knew they would come. A child of ten ran to his van, screaming "Yay, ice cream!" There's a happy one! 2
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 5 minutes ago, hoiditthroughthegrapevine said: There's a happy one! Or a really creepy one, depends on what happens next.
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 11 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: Nighttime Routine It was 11 o'clock at night. When a hand laid on my shoulder, I jumped and turned quickly around. No one was there. The bathroom's locked, must have been my imagination. I sigh, relieved, and wash the sweat off my face. I look into the mirror. There's somebody behind me. Oh Lord, it's midnight where I am and I'm alone in the house with only a lamp next to my desk turned on...and I read stuff like this? GOOSEBUMPS. 1
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Just now, Quitecontrary said: Oh Lord, it's midnight where I am and I'm alone in the house with only a lamp next to my desk turned on...and I read stuff like this? GOOSEBUMPS. You're welcome.
+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 8 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: Or a really creepy one, depends on what happens next. Hahaha, yeah it was kind of sad, the ice cream truck was out of Sponge Bob popsicles. 1
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 2 minutes ago, hoiditthroughthegrapevine said: Hahaha, yeah it was kind of sad, the ice cream truck was out of Sponge Bob popsicles. ...I'm tearing up 1
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 12 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: You're welcome. Yeah. I turned on the light in the living room and yelled "Hey Google, turn on the volume by 50%." to get Rachmaninoff playing louder. 5 minutes ago, hoiditthroughthegrapevine said: Hahaha, yeah it was kind of sad, the ice cream truck was out of Sponge Bob popsicles. The horror. 2
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Just now, Quitecontrary said: Yeah. I turned on the light in the living room and yelled "Hey Google, turn on the volume by 50%." to get Rachmaninoff playing louder. I hope that your music is.... spooky.
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Hello. I can see you reading this, my friend. I can see your curiosity spike, as you read on. You don't know quite exactly what to think or whether to be afraid. Just know this, my dear reader. Just know this: The fourth wall will not protect you. Now, turn around. 3
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 2 minutes ago, BringerOfLight said: I hope that your music is.... spooky. It's Rachmaninoff - neither spooky nor unnecessarily cheerful. Just good midnight music. ---- Not Alone She peered at the darkness of the kitchen. Should she turn on the light there, too? She thought she heard … but no - Damnation! That post really creeped her out. She went back to her desk and laughed at her silliness. It was echoed by a soft chuckle in the kitchen. 2
BringerOfLight Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Just now, Quitecontrary said: Not Alone She peered at the darkness of the kitchen. Should she turn on the light there, too? She thought she heard … but no - Damnation! That post really creeped her out. She went back to her desk and laughed at her silliness. It was echoed by a soft chuckle in the kitchen. Woah, this gave me chills. 1
Truthless of Shinovar he/him Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 (edited) What Darkness Does to the Mind I laugh at all of these posts. It’s broad daylight outside, and I’m surrounded by my family. What’s there to worry about? ... I’m still awake. 2:00 in the morning, and those cursed posts keep floating around my head... I hear something in the hallway. Footsteps, coming closer. I am terrified. Quote Hmm... that’s not very cheery, is it? I’ll have to redeem myself in a couple of posts. Edited June 21, 2020 by Truthless of Shinovar 2
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 1 minute ago, BringerOfLight said: Woah, this gave me chills. You're welcome. It's raining here right now - 12:55 AM. My office desk is near the glass balcony doors, and when the lights are off, and my imagination is on overdrive, I can almost see things reflected on the dark glass. I'm actually not scared TBH. I've been living alone for too long, that any non-human entity that decides to occupy the same space as me will find themselves biting off more than they can chew. I am merciless to things that cramp my lifestyle. Let me continue the Invisible Girl thread. ----- Hollow - part 3 Warm sunlight filtered through the white curtains as Mary woke up, turned around, and wrapped her arms around him. His eyes were closed. He learned his lesson weeks ago not to open his eyes and find nobody there with him. Thankfully he didn’t see the hurt in her eyes then.
Rushu42 she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 At this point I might as well embrace the creepy and join in. Overactive Imagination When I pass that one dark corner of the house, I always quicken my step. It's ridiculous, I know; how would the nook transform with the approach of night? Yet I'm compelled to reaffirm what I already know and check. The shape illuminated by the flashlight beam echoes my scream. 1
+Quitecontrary she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Author Posted June 21, 2020 #EmbraceTheCreepy Oh Rusts! Für Elise started playing. "Hey Google, skip this song." It's beautiful, but it's so depressing for me. ---- Like a Thief in the Night It’s been a long day. Rishi knew she shouldn’t have drunk that last cup of coffee. Now she couldn’t sleep. She did her nightly ablutions. Grabbing the moisturizer to apply it to her aging face, she thought, I could use more sleep. T’was to be her last good night’s sleep.
Hen she/her Posted June 21, 2020 Posted June 21, 2020 Man you guys like horror String I hear footsteps upstairs. Quickly now, I open the door. The forbidden room. Inside lays a sight id rather forget. Puppets line the walls, eyes of beads and buttons. The light flickers as I stifle a scream. The footsteps are behind me, I turn, and see what she’s holding. String. 2
+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him Posted June 22, 2020 Posted June 22, 2020 @Hentient, String was sooo good! Continuing in a jugular vein, prepare yourself for the gothic horror of... The Picture of Dorian Perrywinkle My footfalls echo down the moonlit corridor, I shudder involuntarily knowing that horrible picture hangs in semi darkness before me. I draw closer, it's terrifying form emerges from the shadows, lit by flickering light from my candle. A juggling clown, painted on the blackest velvet. 1
Lunamor she/her Posted June 22, 2020 Posted June 22, 2020 I can't resist the creepy! What Else I walk, slowly. What else is there to do? I breathe, slowly. What else is there to do? I fall, slowly. What else is there to do? I think, slowly. What else is there to do? I scream at dead sky. Who else is there to hear? I am alone. 1
AonEne he/him Posted June 22, 2020 Posted June 22, 2020 On 6/19/2020 at 11:30 AM, BringerOfLight said: I can see them- germs. They're all around me. For the 85th time today, I wash my hands. Oh, I'm hungry. But I can't go out, the germs will get me. I'm starving to death, but I can't leave. I look to my dog. "Fido," I call. "Come here, Fido." Is this person going to eat their dog?!
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