I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.. -Nicholas Sparks
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"Success is usually the culmination of controlling failure" - Sylvester Stalone -
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XY135
"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
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"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
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Don't Open Your Door
There's no use and running now... I should have left as soon as I heard it. I don't know what to do and I'm typing this on my tablet with frantic motion so if I get any spelling mistakes I won't be here long enough to correct them. My door being blocked by my bed and I don't have long to type this.Here in my town there's been a strange occurrence of people going missing. A news report of more and more people disappearing gave all of us a scare and quickly became the talk of the town. It's unknown about who is kidnapping or if it's even human but people are becoming more and more paranoid around here. One day my friend texted me during the night, about 3 AM, he said that there's a strange scratching at his front door and that it wouldn't stop. It was a one-floor house so hearing things from the front door wasn't that uncommon. I said that it must be a raccoon or some sort of animal because we lived in a rural area. But then he said that the scratching his stopped until he heard slow footsteps approaching his door. Then the scratching happened again outside his bedroom. I told him to call the police but then there was no answer. I was scared out of my wits but try to reason with myself. I slept thinking that the battery just might have ran out of his phone. There was never an answer, he was gone. I didn't know what happened to him but now I do. The next day I drove to his house, the front door was wide open. His house was completely empty with not a sound. That was the 8th disappearance.I went back home thinking what the hell was this thing was it a person or something else? A few days passed by fairly normal until today. It was so random and loud I almost shit my pants. Allowed bang came from my front door followed by three more. I sat there, still as can be, not breathing. It felt like time has stopped but then resumed as soon as I heard scratching. I don't know why but my eyes started to tear up and I lunged for my phone. I called 911 but all I got was static. Something was blocking the signal. Then I heard glass shatter and then something running up the stairs. It didn't even sound heavy all I heard was a small pitter patter followed by shuffles. That sound was probably the most heart-stopping sound you could hear at 2:50 AM in the morning. My imagination was racing and zipping to different possibilities of what fate awaited me. Until I heard quick shuffling outside my door that was getting louder. There was no time to think, I quickly blocked it with my bed as it collided with the door. A few seconds passed and the scratching started again. It didn't sound like long scratches, it sounded like a cat trying to get in your room but faster.Then the scratching stopped. It's currently 3 and the scratching hasn't started again. I kind of wish it was scratching because now all I hear is the bed moving and the creaking of my door... please if anyone hears scratching or banging at your front door either get out immediately or wait for it to take you. My door is now fully open. Good bye...
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This is my first short story and I'm very new to the idea. I'm pretty sure that this isn't that original but please keep in mind that I'm new to the idea of a short creepy or scary story. I'm still learning but I am open to criticism and some tips.
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There's no use and running now... I should have left as soon as I heard it. I don't know what to do and I'm typing this on my tablet with frantic motion so if I get any spelling mistakes I won't be here long enough to correct them. My door being blocked by my bed and I don't have long to type this.Here in my town there's been a strange occurrence of people going missing. A news report of more and more people disappearing gave all of us a scare and quickly became the talk of the town. It's unknown about who is kidnapping or if it's even human but people are becoming more and more paranoid around here. One day my friend texted me during the night, about 3 AM, he said that there's a strange scratching at his front door and that it wouldn't stop. It was a one-floor house so hearing things from the front door wasn't that uncommon. I said that it must be a raccoon or some sort of animal because we lived in a rural area. But then he said that the scratching his stopped until he heard slow footsteps approaching his door. Then the scratching happened again outside his bedroom. I told him to call the police but then there was no answer. I was scared out of my wits but try to reason with myself. I slept thinking that the battery just might have ran out of his phone. There was never an answer, he was gone. I didn't know what happened to him but now I do. The next day I drove to his house, the front door was wide open. His house was completely empty with not a sound. That was the 8th disappearance.I went back home thinking what the hell was this thing was it a person or something else? A few days passed by fairly normal until today. It was so random and loud I almost shit my pants. Allowed bang came from my front door followed by three more. I sat there, still as can be, not breathing. It felt like time has stopped but then resumed as soon as I heard scratching. I don't know why but my eyes started to tear up and I lunged for my phone. I called 911 but all I got was static. Something was blocking the signal. Then I heard glass shatter and then something running up the stairs. It didn't even sound heavy all I heard was a small pitter patter followed by shuffles. That sound was probably the most heart-stopping sound you could hear at 2:50 AM in the morning. My imagination was racing and zipping to different possibilities of what fate awaited me. Until I heard quick shuffling outside my door that was getting louder. There was no time to think, I quickly blocked it with my bed as it collided with the door. A few seconds passed and the scratching started again. It didn't sound like long scratches, it sounded like a cat trying to get in your room but faster.Then the scratching stopped. It's currently 3 and the scratching hasn't started again. I kind of wish it was scratching because now all I hear is the bed moving and the creaking of my door... please if anyone hears scratching or banging at your front door either get out immediately or wait for it to take you. My door is now fully open. Good bye...
☆Author's note☆
This is my first short story and I'm very new to the idea. I'm pretty sure that this isn't that original but please keep in mind that I'm new to the idea of a short creepy or scary story. I'm still learning but I am open to criticism and some tips.
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Alone in the ocean
Floating in the ocean I'm all alone in the nights tide, deep down in the darkness a jagged mouth opens wide.. I see it growing larger pushing up under my feet, while the unknown sea monster swims for fresh meat.
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Floating in the ocean I'm all alone in the nights tide, deep down in the darkness a jagged mouth opens wide.. I see it growing larger pushing up under my feet, while the unknown sea monster swims for fresh meat.
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In need of a helping hand
Low on energy and hope, I stumbled through the trees when I spotted my salvation in the distance, a clearing full of people! But my mistake was realized in short order, when it turned out they were naught but mannequins.
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Low on energy and hope, I stumbled through the trees when I spotted my salvation in the distance, a clearing full of people! But my mistake was realized in short order, when it turned out they were naught but mannequins.
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I've never been good at standing on my head
but I found it much easier when it no longer attached to my neck
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but I found it much easier when it no longer attached to my neck
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Knowledge is like underwear. It is useful to have it, but not necessary to show it off.
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"Why am I here?"
Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
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Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
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"We have enslaved the rest of the animal creation, and have treated our distant cousins in fur and feathers so badly that beyond doubt, if they were able to formulate a religion, they would depict the Devil in human form." - William Ralph Inge
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"I'm too positive, that's my biggest weakness. I get it from my mother. My life is going to shit around me but I won't do anything about it because I'm just happy I'm here at all"
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"You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice." - Bob Marley
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