Introductory Antimemetics
Junior Researcher Kim's been working for the Foundation for all of four hours and he feels pulverised, as if an anvil were dropped on his head in that first introductory lecture. It's lunchtime, and…
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RMS: Rotting Man Syndrome
Our lost, loitering kind paced in infinite death spirals within the confines of our grotty, ghetto pens. Enrichment was sorely that, as…
A New Kind of Year
To the writers of Retlaw and Drummond’s Almanac,
Floater
It's hard to know how long I've been drifting—bobbing, ebbing, flowing with the mostly gentle current. The fact that I know anything at all…
The Critic
Author's note: This is my first true attempt at writing and publishing a creepypasta. I would like some feedback, so if you have any…
Showersick
He wasn’t quite sure how to describe the smell. It wasn’t so rank as to warrant his full attention, but at the same time, it always…
Corpse, to the Power
Now, a few things are slightly amiss here.
Don't Eat the Sandwiches
This story has been officially published in a literary collection. The story appears on page 5. Feel free to check out my author's page or…
When Gods Blink
On the 25th March, at 14:57GMT, the world stopped for 27 minutes and 54 seconds. No one noticed at first. Those that eventually did were…
Out in the Woods
Hey, /x/. Just thought that I'd share a couple of spooky stories from my childhood, to get everyone all hyped for Halloween.
Sombrero Wearing Dinosaur
Billy woke up in the middle of the night, awakened by one of his usual nightmares. But this time they were worse, instead of seeing them…
Without
What do you do when the clock is irrevocably wrong?
The Puppetmaster's Regime
A reproduction of the playbill, used most recently at the 16th annual Seminational Theatrical Libretto Meeting in 2010.
Normal Porn for Normal People
Admin's notice: Due to Fandom's Terms of Use, we have removed a sentence from this story that referred to animal cruelty and abuse.
12 Minutes
In the fall of 1987, local news channel WSB-TV 2 of Atlanta, Georgia was attempting to fill a scheduling gap in their Sunday morning…
NoEnd House
Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin.
Doors
I was adopted. I never knew my real mother; rather, I knew her at one time, but left her side when I was too little to be able to remember.…
I Need You to Understand
Ben was dead.
The Intro
The roof has lifted another 2, maybe 3 centimetres, she said to herself staring out of the window at the building right across from her…