Hey Pandas, Tell Us A Story (Closed)

Here is johnny! Johnny refuses to wear a mask. Uh oh! Johnny is dead now.

Thanks to 2 sentence horror stories for blessing me with these wonderful stories

1) I've been kicked, beaten, beaten and unwanted ever since i can remember,

But, whenever i see a human I still wag my tail out of hope.

2) As death came for you, your life flashed before your eyes

You remembered everything, your birth, his trip home and the blank look on your mothers face as she dunked you under the bath water...

3) I can hear 1 year into the future

This year the noise stopped...

4) My sister says that Mommy killed her

Mommy says i don't have a sister....

5) "If you get scared at night don't close your eyes for to long" He told me,

"There's a reason why you're scared and now you can't see it approaching..."

6) My daughter won't stop crying and screaming during the night...

I visit her grave to ask her to stop but it never seems to work.......

Alright i'm done

a few weeks ago I woke up at around 3 am but physically couldn't move. My first sleep paralysis ever. Even tho I couldn't open my eyes I was sure I wasn't alone. I felt like someone was staring at me with big, empty eyes. I didn't hear anything. My breathing got faster and heavier and as soon as I started hyperventilating I felt something (or someone) pressing on my ribcage. I was so in shock, the paralysis stopped and I sat up and looked around my dark and empty room. Just a split second later my dog started barking downstaires but I was to scared to go down to see what he was barking at.

In an old hotel, far away from all life, lived a group of gods. If you could have traveled there and asked them, they'd have no notion of what you were talking about. These gods lived the same day over and over. Tiny changes every day, but ultimately the same day. The same fights, the same fears, the same loves, the same routine, day after day. They did not know that they were immortal. They did not know it was always the same day. It had always been today, and it always would be.

They lived the same day, entirely unaware that their every gesture, inflection, tone, argument, shaped lives and the world over. Minute changes in daily routines and attitudes rippled out across the earth. So it would go on until the day and the earth fell to dust and faded to oblivion.

Jendra sat on the bench staring at her 5 billionth sunrise. A milestone with no acknowledgement or witness. As always, she hung on just a moment longer than she intended. She would be late to breakfast but she didn't mind. He would be there. Bitter crawled up her throat throttling any hunger she had just been feeling. Still, it was the one time of day when virtually everyone from the motel would be present. An excelent time for observing interactions. She found the other guests fascinating. Their ability to house both the banality of existence and capriciousness of character made for a fascinating read.

A story? I don't have one, instead I'll speak about three folklore creatures.

A brownie is a household spirit that is said to come out at night and do various chores and farm work. And sometimes mischievously disarrange rooms.

The Wulver wasn't a human then turned as most people say. It has the body of a man and head of a wolf. He will occasionally leave fish on the windowsills of the poor to ensure that people don't starve.

A Trow are quite fond of music and share the common fairy allergy of iron. On rare occasion a Trow may bestow a magical fairy talent or monetary wealth upon a human. And because of "their ugliness" are mostly the result of running away.

One day a kid named Bob went swimming. Bob drowned. Bob then killed the big buff guy that drowned him. The end.

one day, a human karen walked into a store and refused to wear a mask. this humans name is donald trump.

Once upon a time, I wrote a story. The End

Two sentence horror story!!

My parents always told me not to open the basement door, but today, I got curious. What is that ball in the sky and why does it hurt my eyes?

Here is what I got so far-
He woke. He couldn't tell where he was and he was too exhausted to sit up. All he could hear was a slight sound of a machine of some sort. When he finally opened his eyes, he immediately noticed the light in the room that was a dim ugly yellow. He was laying in a hospital bed, but it didn't look like the regular hospital. Everything looked grungy and old, what was once blue wallpaper was peeling off, there was visible dust on everything, and the only thing in the room was the bed he was on and the machines that he was hooked up to. The man was disoriented and probably on some type of medication, which was weird because his last memory was eating dinner with his children. He couldn't seem to understand where he was, why he was there, and how long he'd been there. When he looked down at his arm he could see the tubes in him, his entire body looked like nothing but skin and bone.

I don't have a story, but I have the outline to make one. Here is what I would put as the lines in the book trailer, if it were real.

Eva Skyfall.
The girl that ran away.
The girl that threatened her family with a knife.
The girl that led a protest against the government.
And the girl that doesn’t remember anything.

Who should Eva believe? The government? Her family? Or a boy she just met?

Find out in Under the Lies and Deception

Coming soon

Thoughts?