As I lay in my sick bed with my mind muddled, I find it quite impossible to find motivation to continue on and lack the focus to return to my work. Ever since a fantastic yet terrible event I have bordered on mania. Now I...

They wore white. Actually, they were white. White skin. White hair. White eyes. Nothing about their appearance had color. They looked like an empty outline in a coloring book. I started noticing their presence slowly, over time. I remember the first time I saw one. I was...

The Moon. Quite a spectacle if you ask me. It never ceases to enthrall my nocturnal, star-gazing eyes. I look at it each and every night with a very large sense of wonder, mixed with just a pinch of awestricken euphoria. It captivates and compels...

β€œDon’t look at the lights for too long.” This was something I have heard my whole life, regarding the northern lights, or Aurora Borealis. The warnings always popped up when winter was approaching in Northern Canada. Sometimes it was a joke. We have a cafΓ© here...

It all started on the fourteenth night of March, the night of my parents’ 20th wedding anniversary. It was a wonderful, sunny day, if memory serves. Surprisingly warm for before the beginning of spring. The beautiful weather was perfect for the atmosphere of the day –...

I’ve always been fascinated with the unknown, particularly creatures of the unknown. I don’t know when this obsession of mine started. It probably started when I was a young kid and would watch documentary series on aliens, Bigfoot, Yeti, unknown sea monsters, and the like. My...

It’s already difficult to think…. But what is left to do? I am going to be erased; am being erased. I can feel my thoughts slipping away from me like sand between fingers. I can grasp at them, but the harder I try, the more...

The following stories wereΒ uploaded to Crappypasta today: It Watches Me Back On a Street Called Lapis Lazuli Resurrection The Cursed Forest of Georgia. Home of Project SX67. Meeting My Father The Pale Thing My Long Lost Friend Comments on the roundups will be closed – if you have feedback on any of the...

Frank was strapped into his seat; he was one of the lucky ones. The trip was a way out, a way off this planet, out of the country that had abandoned him. Everything from the past was going to be forgotten, which was good for...

Today is the last day of Crappypasta Week! Starting tomorrow, normal posting will resume for the main site. However, Β since I do like the increased attention that the round-ups have been generating for Crappypasta, I will continue making Crappypasta round-up posts in addition to the...