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…
Syntax Glyphs
The industrial drill used for mining Archaeolith. Always wear your company issued safety goggles when using the equipment.
The Strangest Apocalypse
I saw the end of the world, and its harbinger, from the top of a mountain. It’s possible that nobody else had as good a view as I did, but…
Could Have Been a Magpie
You won’t find it.
Ready to Board
It was an hour before Edgar’s alarm was set to go off when a series of rapid thumps on the roof jolted him awake.
I Hate Mondays
Robert never came to the beach when his friends and family invited him – for a swim, for a picnic, for a party – and so they stopped…
New York City, Statue of Liberty, Dodecagon
Remember this: Behind the eyes of the Statue of Liberty in the ancient City of New York lies a dodecagon with a terrifying power -…
The Stalker Program
It was a Saturday, more precisely, the 10th of November, which I remember distinctly. It was the first day I felt the approaching winter…
The Everyman
When was the first time you saw a familiar face? No, I’m not mad – I know that sounds like a stupid thing to ask, an illogical thing to…
The Rain
I lived in New Orleans growing up, and it's usually super rainy here. The monotone pitter pattering of droplets reflecting off of…
The Mariner
There used to be water, in the unending sea.
Young Cadaver's Foxtrot
I truthfully don’t know how to start this all off. I don’t even want to sit down and write this all, for people to read and scrutinize…
When the Old Smoke Goes
The wood popped and cracked beneath the blaze, below the stars of night and whispers of the wind. The trees shifted and danced above them,…
Justice in Pain
He is so sorry. So, so, so very sorry.
My First Pizza Delivery
It was in the early afternoon of June 21st when my cellphone rang. I was in the middle of checking out a lineup of customers at my…
The Witch & The Fatso
Andrew calmly entered through the door and stepped upon the cracked and uneven linoleum floor that lined the kitchen entrance of the…
The Brooding Star
“Who is he?” my son inquired, pointing to the tall figure drawn upon the dusty, nearly crumbling page. As a reproduction of a reproduction…
The Charlatan
The headlights of the police car illuminated the scene. The man lying before her was clearly dead. The woman knelt down, examining the…
Innocent Souls
Such a dark and drippy cave on a dark and drippy night, where the deepest of dwellers never roam and the darkness is as blinding as the…
On the Bus
The streets, roads and dusty lanes of Colombia have been fertile territory for myths and legends since before the arrival of the Spaniards.…
Waking Up Grinning
Author's note: This is my entry for Cornconic's Random Title writing contest. The category I chose was 'Dreams/Sleep'.
Burgrr Entries
Originally from Burgrr.com; all credit goes to Jonathan Wojcik.
Ability
I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a…
Dogscape
Originally created by users on the Something Awful forums and 4chan as a creative writing collaboration.
The Portraits
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, found himself in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and…
East
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the Storm.
Cuil Theory
A Cuil = a level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.
Musings from the Bunker
In the year 2013, Microminiatures, the small computer company from Stone, Staffordshire responsible for the creation of ice cream chimes…