Tag: Creepy Pasta

• July 19, 2020

  Plinth – A Night Drive Story

  He could feel every bump. Every bit of asphalt conducted via tire and frame as the rickety Honda plunged through the inky dark. He regretted the decision to take the backroads. Though in all honesty, it was more necessity than decision. The freeway required a speed he did not find reassuring. Roland sighed at the…
• September 24, 2018

  She Sells Seahells – Part IV – Solomon’s Gift (Original Story)

    “Well that there along the side…you see it…the sort of interlocking thing…yes…” I said running my finger along the edge. “That is the tree of life – the world tree…”   “Like in the Bible.”   “Somewhat..though this is a Yakut story likely given our guests origin…and the pearl atop really seals it as…
• September 14, 2018

  She Sells Seahells – Part II (Original Story)

  I was throbbing. Absolutely throbbing as a billion points of grain pressed into the exposed skin of my arm and face. Slowly the blinding light receded. It was replaced by a voice. A gruff reeking voice. “Git up…eh…you git!” I groaned. “Halstead! retch’d derelict…up wit ya!” I stirred. The sound of surf met my ears.…
• September 13, 2018

  She Sells Seahells – Part One – (Original Story)

  I was breathless. I was ecstatic. The soft sand propelled me forward with a rhythmic dampened crunch. I was a little tipsy. My friend seven years my senior lagged far behind. Not only was he older, but the call center hadn’t exactly improved his stamina. I had run track in highschool and never stopped running.…