Short Story Central

I like to write short stories. Mostly horror but feel free to request stories you think would be a good edition to the profile!

[fabledstoryteller]

Personal thoughts 001

I don’t really understand it. I've felt a certain way for a while and I've never understood what it meant. I'm going to be headed back home for a while to deal with stuff but I just feel this unease, the same you'd feel as if you've fucked up and can't see a positive side to a one sided conversation. Am I looking for pity? No... Will I ever understand my own feelings? Maybe in time. The only thing I can do is walk down this tightrope made of twine and barbed wire. I'm hoping I won't fall but that's just going to be up to future me and how HE deals with it. With that I'm done with this rant. I wish everyone well in this time of entropy and Melancholy.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

*slithers along the ceiling rafters and drops down behind you* can i borrow a pen

[edjlord]

No! You drink all the ink, and I’ve got papers to write.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

look bitch i need something to nibble on and i don’t see u eating them now hand the liquid black pix stix over

[fabledstoryteller]

Yo gaud I can pass you a jar of ink but only if you refill the jar with a bit of your non-euclidean body mass

[fabledstoryteller]

Just gonna take a break from writing today BUT A DayLilly bloomed in my moms garden today.

Just felt like sharing.

[fabledstoryteller]

Two Sentence Horror (PG 13)

He walked around his dark home, looking for the sounds of a crying infant.

He lives alone in the woods.

[fabledstoryteller]

I had a strange dream last night (17+)

I don’t remember much. I remember being carried upstairs to my room. I was cold and tired. My father and my sisters boyfriend had me in their arms and were talking to me, yet I couldn’t hear them. I saw the top of the stairs and the door to my room. Opening the door they threw me onto my bed where I then felt a large pain in my chest. I cried out in agony for only a moment before my world went dark. When I woke I couldn’t feel anything other than a cold that enveloped me, I couldn’t see for a moment either. When my vision came back everything I saw had a slight blue hue. Though I was cold I didn’t see my breath and I could see through my hands. I looked around only to find I was outside my house. The snow beating down on it’s old barn-style exterior. I woke up later. A feeling of euphoria and calm in my heart. NOTE: This story is 100% true. I still don’t know what it means and to be honest... I don’t mind not knowing. 

[fabledstoryteller]

The Tower (17+)

I lay there, covered in snow sprawled across the pavement. My body numb and unresponsive, bleeding from my mouth and nose. I saw her walking away from me, leaving me to die in the streets. Her beautiful brown hair flowing in the wind is the last thing I saw as my vision faded into the abyss and my hearing began to only ring among the sound of car alarms and dogs barking. Cold... Ever so cold. When I awoke once again I appeared to be in a large hallway and already standing at my feet, able to feel once again I looked around my environment and was filled with utter confusion. Dust filling the air and a large red satin carpet covered the floors. It was dark. The hallway only being illuminated by small torches hung on the cold stone walls. I began to walk forward, my steps echoing as if the satin carpet wasn’t there or had just been worn down from being walked on for so long without any care. Every step felt and sounded like an old metronome banging through the hall and hurting my head, my heart beginning pound faster and faster as I walked, eventually it turned into a full sprint. I didn’t know what I was running from nor did I care I wanted out. The hallway seemed endless with repeating patterns burning into my mind. I don’t know why I decided to look behind me. I regret it even to this day. The hallway was pitch black, filling with shadows as I ran... No... Those weren’t shadows. A black fog was engulfing the hallway behind me. My heart rate, now even faster, matched the sound of the metronome as I ran. Coming ever so close I prayed I would wake up from this nightmare I’d fallen asleep to. I came across a spiral staircase before long. Without missing a beat I ran up them with the same urgency as when I began running. The fog was coming closer with every step and I knew soon I would perish. I closed my eyes as I felt the frostbitten cold touch my back as I felt the fog graze my back. Not even a second after greeting death once again I tripped, falling flat on my face. Looking up it seemed I made it to the top of the stairs. Before me sat a large stone door with writing across its edge. Looking behind me I saw that the fog had stopped just before entering the room. It was blocking me from leaving. I tried the stone door but no matter how hard I pushed it remained closed. I tried many times before giving up and just staring at it in defeat. That’s when I noticed the writing more clearly.  “Those who falter in life and stray from that path which has been given to them at birth. May not receive eternal peace, Nor eternal suffering. Both doors will remain closed forever.”