I Write Dark Stories

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    The Accidental Assassination Of The Future Killer

    Once, there was a young man, who was simple and good in nature. He went to a night club and had found a slutty young lady; she’s in her early 20s and was seen wearing a slutty V-neck shirt. He went to her and offered her a drink. They’ve danced to the dance floor and she felt...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    May 3, 2013

    A Recent Trend

    Lately, I have come to notice that my stories have become much more darker and complex in nature as time goes on. Naturally, this would make sense in a horror story, but it does seem to pop-up in my science-fiction works as well. Ever since I was a kid, dark themes did frequent...
    TheNobody TheNobody
    16-17, F
    Dec 15, 2011

    The Ballet Teacher

    *Notice: This isn't a criticism of ballet. Really. Ballet is awesome. The dancers continued to do their pliés, like they did every Monday at four o'clock. It was their usual ballet routine, before their teacher, Miss Luduski, called out her daughter to demonstrate a step for...
    oliveostrovsky oliveostrovsky
    18-21
    Feb 11, 2013

    Darker Me

    alone. cold and alone. i open my eyes. its not mych brighter here than it is inside my eyelids. i blink and step forward. the ground is descriptionless, just something to exist on. i see a green light, dim, wavering, and step towards it. a figure steps from the shadows. her red...
    ticanaru ticanaru
    13-15, F
    Jan 5, 2012

    ArimatÉia

    “Tempos críticos, difíceis de manejar”. O velho Arimatéia sentou-se. Lembrou já ter ouvido essa sentença em algum lugar. Eram exatamente esses tempos que ele estava vivendo agora. Difíceis de manejar. Estava cansado, exausto, perplexo. Já completara 75 anos, mas não...
    nwdsilva nwdsilva
    46-50, M
    Feb 25, 2013

    Friday Night *Fiction*

    It is Friday again, and I am so alone once again. I hate living alone, and being alone all the time. It seems like it will never end. I think to myself, why can't my life be how it was a year ago, my mother was still alive, my daughter was still alive, and I was dating someone...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 24, 2013

    Days Without A Sun

    I sleep in a room without windows. I am wrapped further in a cocoon of depression.  I'm trying to get through these days without the sun.  In the winter, I leave for work just before the sun comes up.  I work with my back to a window under the artificial light.  Then I go...
    holloway64 holloway64
    46-50, M
    Dec 26, 2012

    Satanic Sister........

    My sister has always been a bit on the dark side.......The year was 1989 and we all lived together........We ate together, joked about together and, well you get the picture.......In late December of that year she began to date a guy that would change our loving home into the...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    3 Responses Jun 24, 2012

    The Night Of Visitations.......

    My sister Nikki and her daughter Kim were always fighting about this and that until Kim decided to leave for good.......My nephew Rees had had more than enough of their constant arguments and decided to have a much needed break so he and his friend went to bar to relax a little...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Jun 24, 2012

    Re-posessed.......

    The year was 2004 and i decided to get my hair dyed blonde because i was obsessed with Spike from the tv show Buffy The Vampire Slayer.......Walking home with my new golden locks i decided to take a short cut through a very dangerous area.......As i began to walk across the Road...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Jun 24, 2012

    The Black Witch

    My nephew was your typical teenager ie. going out with his friends, drinking and playing the field........At the age of 17 he met a girls named Samantha and fell deeply in love.......They would go to bars, visit night clubs and sometimes stay in and have a night romance...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Jun 24, 2012

    Freak

    The freak knew who I was. He knew my name. But I didn't know him. I just knew from the note. The freakish note that said, "I know who you are, Henry. And I know where you live. So you better watch out." Ever since then, I've been watching my back. It's been a few...
    ASGPwriter ASGPwriter
    18-21
    1 Response Feb 2, 2009

    The Death Operation

    On that day of the secret special death surgery to steal away the most expensive crucifix from the young lady’s neck, their attempts keep failing as it was stuck on the young lady’s neck. The mission from the mafia was to deliver the necklace, still unbroken. The mafia boss...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Jan 25, 2013

    Fun!

    I love horror and I loved writing horror since age 15. But in my adult years, my writing has turned more from horror, to dark fiction. It's more psychological, than bloody. I enjoy writing stories like this and just leaving my readers with just a little chill.
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    3 Responses Jul 25, 2008

    I'm Baaaaaack~!

    That's right ladies and gentlemen, after a long awaited return, i am BACK and FULLY RELOADED! So, what im planning on doing? Yah, these poems are nice. Hate me, please do. Meh, heres a story. But now/... ... I AM GOING INTO COMMENTATING! Note, that i may not be online all of the...
    PoetwithaPen PoetwithaPen
    18-21, M
    1 Response Jul 17, 2013

    The Dark Angel

    The dark defines the light, gives it shape and substance. For every sun, there is a dark space that paints its boarders, and that will one day swallow it whole.  For every angel of light, there is a dark angel to overrule them.  I stand before you with my sword, my real than...
    holloway64 holloway64
    46-50, M
    Dec 27, 2012

    The Box

         The night was dark. Nothing stirred but the wind. In a dark alleyway, in the city of Los Angeles, among the noise of sirens and cars, stood a man, alone. He held a box. He knew that the thing inside the box was very powerful. He also knew that the thing was...
    ASGPwriter ASGPwriter
    18-21
    Feb 25, 2009

    A Red Haze

    A Red Haze I nervously sat in the confessional, waiting on the priest. I had not been to confession since I was twelve, nearly six years ago. It's not that I ever had anything against the church or confession, I was just... uncomfortable... I don't know why. I think I was a bit...
    VincentValentine VincentValentine
    31-35, M
    4 Responses Dec 3, 2011

    The Shadows (Attempt At Creepy Pasta)

    Ah, hello. I'm glad your reading this, it means so much to me you pulled this out form all the stories out there... I know them all, you know... I watched everyone make them. How do you ask? Why, I am EVERYWHERE! I'm with you, too. I'm on you.... Around you... outside when the...
    PoetwithaPen PoetwithaPen
    18-21, M
    Jun 8, 2013
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