Pain Manipulation 1Deva Path of Pain walked over the rubble and stones, eyes fixed on the Konoha shinobi who had proven to be a very competent enemy. The best thing about competent enemies is that they can be turned into competent allies.Pain Manipulation 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
He didn't know the man's name. Was it Kashi? Ka- something. ... Kakashi, that's right. Hatake Kakashi. The shinobi with a thousand ninjutsus. The nail Deva had thrown at him - that was sure to kill him - had ceased to exist with the power of this man. The missiles Asura Path had aimed at the shinobi running away had too ceased to exist. Combine these skills with the genius mind Hatake Kakashi had proven to own; Deva would hav
The Thing in the AquariumI have always enjoyed aquariums. There are few things more relaxing than looking at brightly coloured fish as they move gracefully through their tanks. There is so much beauty in the depths of the oceans. Yet it was in an aquarium that I saw the most terrifying and disturbing sight of my life, a sight that revealed to me the madness that lies so close to the world we inhabit.The Thing in the Aquarium1 year ago in Horror More Like This
I was on holiday in a town on the south coast, not far from Brighton. Though it was summer, the weather was atrocious and spending any time outdoors was imprudent. Of course our English seaside towns cater well for all weather patterns and there were plenty of things to
Equestrian Skies Chapter OneEquestrian Skies Chapter One4 months ago in Horror More Like This
Twilight stared blankly at a cup of coffee she had poured herself. Steam rolled off of the liquid casting the sent across the kitchen. The lavender mare’s eyes were horribly blood shot, with clearly visible bags under each.
“Still having those nightmares?”
Having been startled by the new voice, Twilight quickly turned around. It was her friend Spike. Her rush of adrenalin was soon replaced with a glimmer of joy upon seeing his smiling face.
She shot him a quick smile before replying. “Yeah, same as before.”
The young dragon gave her a compassionate look. “Hey, if you want I could st
My Life With The Alien Sex KultI belong to the Church of Love. It is my life. I know the Imperium would tell me I have joined a heretical cult. But we believe in the same values as the Imperium. We believe in loyalty, duty and obedience. Most importantly of all, we believe in cherishing the young and respecting the old.My Life With The Alien Sex Kult2 days ago in Horror More Like This
Before I joined the Church, my life was empty. I used to spend all my time hanging out with losers, drinking beer and smoking sturfroot. Sure, my parents made me go the mission chapel when I was younger, but I gave up on all that Imperial stuff when I got older. What do I care about their corpse-emperor rotting away on distant Terra? What has the Imperium
Share and Share AlikePles sat at his desk. The stench of alcohol was heavy in the enclosed room. He had tried to open the windows, but they were locked with padlocks, to which all of them had one key. The problem was, it wasn't he who had the key.Share and Share Alike2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The times when he had black outs... He couldn't remember anything... First it was only for a few moments when he found himself outside when the last thing he remembered was being inside.
Now it could be as bad as a few days of blackness, echoing empty in his skull. It had cost him his job, his friends, his future.
Why was this happening to him?
He wanted to see the doctor, he had really tried to! But as he made up h
Choose DeathIt's cold.Choose Death1 year ago in Horror More Like This
They're coming after you, the creeps, and there's only one way out.
Or is there?
(It's dark in there. IT'S DARK IN THERE!)
You're all alone, trapped - lost in the darkness, to the darkness.
To the madness.
(There are 40 complex lifeforms aboard the ship
1 is human.)
You don't even know what they look like.
You don't ever want to know.
Another step. Come on. (Left, right. Left, right.) The sound of it is horrifying loud. Surely they can hear you, smell you, taste your fear?
You're so close. And yet so very, very far.
Engines failing, everything pitch-black. You can't see anything.
You wonder if you
Emily's Ghosts PrologueEmily's Ghosts Prologue2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Let's imagine a girl named Emily Kent. She was the daughter of Mayor Kent, the mayor of a small town called Normal Valley. Per its name, it was a nice quiet town without too much going on.
That is, until he came to town.
When Emily was about 14, a young black, curly-haired man appeared in town. He was about 17 years old. He charmed most of the children, including Emily herself, though she never admitted to it. However, one night, the man, whose name was Michael Jackson, accidentally scared the living daylights out of one of the young boys, whose name was Remy. Remy ran to his mother in fright, and the adults of the village converged and dec
Pain Manipulation chapter 12Dirctly when Gai set eyes on Danzo's bow, he darted down the roof he was standing on and rushed to the entrance to the Hokages building. "Kakashi What's exactly going on?"Pain Manipulation chapter 123 years ago in Horror More Like This
The door opened and Kakashi strolled out, passing Gai without any notice of him.
"Kakashi! Hold on!"
Kakashi stopped. "What is it Gai?" He asked boredly.
"Nothing, nothing at all! I just want to catch up, we haven't spoken in a long time."
Kakashi looked at him, his eyeborw quirked in a questioning way. "So?"
Gai blinked. "It's worse than I thought! His inner balance is off!" "Oh, come on! You can't say you haven't missed our challenges! It's 132 wins to me, tha
YouKnowWhatElseChildrenDon'tKnowIt was a normal, everyday kind of day in Belleville. Another guy got killed in the park down the street so the young Frank Iero was spending his time at his friend Mikey Way's house to be babysat by Mikey's older brother Gerard while their parents were at workYouKnowWhatElseChildrenDon'tKnow2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Gerard wasn't the type of teenager to be called 'sociable'. 'Hermit' was a better description of the kid, long black hair disguising his hazel eyes with their greased midnight strands, only seen by Frank once or twice when he came up to forage for food in the cupboard dressed in an Iron Maiden tee-shirt, carrying his petrified bat paperweight under one arm and a paintbrush tucked behi
Again"Again. Again, again, again, over and over and over."Again2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The disturbed muttering repeated itself, becoming almost like a chant.
"Again and again and again, over and over, over and over again."
They didn't even sound like words anymore. To the young man saying the words, they simply sounded like nonsense and code. His breathing was sharp and quick, and he rocked gently back and forth. The chant changed.
"Death and blood and screaming and I have to do it all again. And it repeats. It goes over and over and it never stops!"
The man screamed the last few words, hitting out violently at the white, red-splattered wall. He let out a broken sob and