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     There was something living in Danny’s parent’s bedroom.     He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there, even if it never gave away its presence to his parents. Every weekday, Danny would get home from elementary school at 2:45, sometimes three o clock, never any later than that. His parents didn’t usually get home from work until around five, so he would have the house to himself for about two hours every day. Most parents would hire a babysitter, but Danny’s parents didn’t have too much money. Besides, they thought to themselves, he’s very mature for a fifth grader, he can handle himself fin

I don't know if anyone at all is actually interested. But I will do commissions for short stories and such. Will not do: Slashfic Anything focusing entirely around two characters having sex for 5-6 pages. Porn, ok. I'm not going to write porn. Will do: Anything else, really. I'll do fanfiction, original work based off an idea you had, original work using your OC's, fanfiction using your OC's, whatever you want, in whatever genre. I, personally, am most comfortable writing creepy, psychological things, and also comedy, though I don't post that here, but I will give my best shot at writing anything, even poetry, though if you want me to writ

     If you’ve ever been alone in a room, and suddenly experienced an overwhelming sense of sadness, or a feeling of anxiety in your stomach, as if you’re being watched, you’re probably in the presence of a Nobody.     Nobodys are sad creatures, born from despair, and loneliness. When one spends most one’s time by themselves, depressed, brooding in their own thoughts, a certain feeling builds up in them. It is a sense of being abandoned, utterly alone, with the assumption that there is not a single person on Earth who cares about oneself.      This feeling can snowball, and escalate until it is first the predominan

  Jeremy was convinced something was living in his apartment.     He figured it had been about a week since…whatever it was had to decided to invade his home. Jeremy had found no physical proof, but he knew it was there. Sometimes he was sure he saw something darting out of a room. Once, entering his bedroom, he noticed the bottom of his blanket slowly falling to the floor, as if something had flipped it up while diving under his bed.     Twice, at night, he had woken up and was utterly convinced that something was lying in bed next to him. By the time he had gathered enough courage to turn, however, the feeling had passed, and wha

     Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…     Jessie stood at the border of her backyard and the forest, covering her eyes. Her unwrapped presents and a few slices of cake sat on the tables behind her along with the other remnants of her eighth birthday party. She kept her hands over her eyes as she counted, giving her friends a head start to hide amongst the trees.     Five…four…three…two…one…     “Ready or not, here I come!” She called out as she uncovered her eyes. Tossing an oversized pebble behind her to mark the home base, she skipped off into the forest, eager

 Light has been proven to exist. Science has defined it as visible electromagnetic radiation; it is something that, albeit intangible, is unquestionably real, and it can be explained. Darkness, however, has only been defined by science as "the lack of light", as if it is not as real as light, as if it is not something that exists, only a thing that fills the void left by something else. How is this possible? Darkness is the only thing in the universe that comes into existence as a direct result of something else ceasing to exist; yet one cannot capture  light as they can darkness, one cannot manipulate it, one cannot refract it into different

     I dreamt of trees.     I came to life in the middle of a dark forest. Trees rose up around me, seemingly infinite in all directions, rays of moonlight piercing the gaps in the canopy they created overhead. I walked through the forest, taking in the complete silence around me. There were no animal sounds, and there was no wind; it was as if it was as if time had stopped all around me, leaving the forest perfectly still and quiet. I maneuvered through the trees, no real destination in mind, my feet creating no sounds as they fell on the grass carpet of the forest. Faintly, from the silence, I began to hear an indiscernible whispering, I

     Eric knelt underneath his sink, eyes moving back and forth. He quickly spotted what he was searching for, a container of rat poison, and grabbed it. He backed away from the cabinet, closed the door, and stood up. He grabbed an empty bottle off the counter, undid the cap, and filled it with the poison. After twisting the cap back on, he held the bottle in his hand and took a long moment to look at it, thinking.     With a sense of finality, he opened his work bag and tossed the bottle in. Anxiety gnawed at his stomach as he shouldered the bag. He stepped out his front door and paused for a moment to enjoy how quiet his rural neighborhoo

I’ve been seeing strange things recently. About a week ago I noticed that sometimes my shadow seems to move in a different direction that I am, and occasionally it looks like my reflection moves a split second after I do. Then, later my shadow disappeared completely, and when I was brushing my teeth, I saw my reflection blink. My shadow still hasn’t come back. This morning when I bent down to do something in the bathroom, my reflection didn’t move. When I looked at it, it was just staring at me with hate in its eyes. It's kind of disturbing. I’ll have to ask my brothers if they’ve ever had any problems like

What if we were slowly being invaded, but no one realized it. What if no one realized it because the invaders were able to devour a person and then take on every aspect of their appearance and the ability to perfectly mimic their personality for other humans. What if this has been going on for years, and they’ve been slowly integrating themselves into society, becoming the world leaders, the rich, the big names. What if they’re taking over the average people too? Your friends, your spouse, your family, your neighbors, the waitress who took your order yesterday? What if you’re the last human left?