The Engineer sat quietly in his chair, hands folded in his lap, staring at the blank walls of his office. It was almost time to press the button. That was his job. Every hour on the hour from nine to five he would press the...

That infernal sound wakes me once again. At first I can’t place it as I ascend from the murky depths of sleep. Then I hear it again as the fog is clearing - the familiar honking of a car horn. β€œNot again,” I murmur and turn...

The following stories were recently uploaded to Crappypasta: The Town of Onawa The Headchopper Sickness The Sightless Goddess of Love Of Cursed Minds and Shadow Unblinding Light When You Think You're Alone Also, just as a reminder (or heads up for anyone who wasn't aware): Crappypasta...

I rested my arms behind my head, skim-reading the credits of a movie I'd just watched. After seeing them through about half way, I lifted myself from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, stretching my arms out above me. I opened the fridge door...

I awoke in a dark room on a cold, hard floor. It's difficult to tell how long I've been laying here, but the creaks in my bones and aches in my muscles tell me that it has been a while. My mind feels empty, blank,...

Thomas Hughes was a boy of few words. Few people knew more than the obvious about Thomas’s life-- he was a lonely child, and he had never known his parents. The story goes that they were killed when he was still very young, and he...

Fabled Oaks Elementary School - 1998 The bell rang out through the corridors and classrooms of Fabled Oaks Elementary School, signalling the end of another day for the children and teachers within. ...

His eyes opened to the sound of his Alice’s bedroom door squealing open. Sleep tugged at him, but his parental sense demanded that he get her back into bed. He heard her bare feet slap on the naked floor boards as he rolled out of the...

First things first, what you've all been waiting for - submissions are open again! This submission period will run from today, August 16th 2016, until September 15th, 2016. This post means that all submissions from the prior open period have been processed. Those of you queued for...

A gentle breeze pushed through the screen and tickled my short black hair against my forehead. All the windows were open, but I knew I would have to close them soon, it seemed like a down pour would start momentarily. The waves pushed and crashed...