I've never had nightmares like this before. I'm not a fan of horror, I'm not depressed, I haven't even been under any especial strain lately. I'm just a good person, and I've always had good, normal dreams. You need to understand that what happened...

The agitated wind roared outside, carrying millions of tiny snowflakes with it. I stared blankly at my computer screen reading the document my now ex-wife had left on it just before she had left me. “ Dear Blake, I’m sure this doesn’t come as a surprise to...

Author’s Note: This story was inspired, along with my fears of creepy old houses, by a very nice person by the name of ShadowScribe who posted a prompt in the prompt section, containing a creature that they thought might be cool (and frankly, YES! It...

I would often wander around the lake during the night. It was so silent there; I would just sit at the base of the water and listen to the nothingness that surrounded me. My mind would drift into peaceful thoughts those nights, and I never...

The backlog has been fully processed. If you did not receive a reply and you checked 'yes' on Crappypasta, it's likely that one of the following things occured:
  1. You entered your email address incorrectly/your email account was full when I tried to email you and let you know of your submission status. Please do a search with some text from your pasta to see if it was uploaded to either site before you resubmit. The search bar is at the top of the sidebar.
  2. Your pasta was deemed over the line and rejected entirely. To play it safe: if your story involved abuse of any kind, pornographic content, racist/homophobic/sexist themes and language, obvious trolls or attempts at targeting myself or another community member, or anything else that we cover in the FAQ as possibly overstepping the bounds of what I'm willing to consider, DO ME A GREAT FAVOR AND DO NOT RESUBMIT THAT STORY. I don't know if it was something in the water or just part and parcel with the bigger than usual submission count, but I estimate that about 300 submissions fell into this category during the last period.
  3. Your story simply didn't go through for whatever reason. If I don't actually receive the story, there's nothing that I can do.
It was pointed out to me that it was somewhat unfair to do a massive Crappypasta posting spree with all ~600 stories posted within a few days - doing so would basically ensure that some of the stories were completely overlooked by the community as they got buried in the sheer volume of posts. To get around this issue, I tried to leave a day or two in between each batch. To make amends for the longer processing time that this tactic created, I've extended the open period once again - you now have until April 30th to submit your pastas. There will be a 'rest period' of several days on Crappypasta to let people catch up on the massive number of stories looking for feedback. To read the original content of this announcement, please click the 'read more' button.

“Hey slow the hell down, would ya!?” I shouted at my friend as he sprinted past the encroaching tress that surrounded us. We’d been walking for about half an hour and I think he was starting to get impatient. He practically had to drag me...

The first sign of trouble had been the night before it started in earnest.  Sarah had been talking to Rebecca, that’s her sister, even though it had gotten rather late.  Erica was camped out in Billy’s room, and while not overly thrilled about sleeping in...

They had found the Voyager probes and decoded the messages inside. Their great silver ships filled the sky, scudding through the atmosphere like shiny storm clouds. All planes that approached them, no matter from what nation, were shot down. They called themselves the Arbiters. Their demands...

The ground shook. It pulsated. But that was what it always did and nobody paid any attention to it anymore, just as long as the sacrifices were made. The very earth beneath one’s feet would fall and he would be extinguished if not for...

"A graveyard’s cross stood before a hobo. Clouds were gathering in the skies, enveloping the moon – the last source of light in this ominous hour. Maple leaves, red and yellow as seen in the daylight, but all black in the gloom of night, were...

"What's this?" Pamela asked, running her hands over the verdant green cloth.  Whatever it covered stood a nearly a foot taller than her.  It was roughly rectangular shaped and she could feel what felt like molded metal underneath her fingers. "An old family heirloom," Shauna answered....

I grew up listening to all sorts of scary stories from my parents, and my grandparents, but I never really believed in anything supernatural firmly. This was, though, till one particular night when I was fifteen. My grandmother lived with us and it had been around...

I woke up in a room that was all too familiar. “I’m having the dream again," I thought to myself, the same dream I’d been having for weeks before that. Each time I had it it, I was filled with the same sense of terror. I was...

Then Dark thunderheads blanketed the Suffolk sky, and fat droplets of rain began to spatter the golden leaves scattered across the ground. In the distance, silver lightning streaked between the clouds above, illuminating rolling hills and terrified sheep scampering for shelter. Jack began to count the seconds...

This would be the second house tonight. He knew Cory would be angry, sure – the man was always trying to stick to his "rule book," and the first Law of Cory was to avoid same night hits – but they were running low on...

First off, submissions will re-open on March 20th and remain open until April 15th. I'll make another announcement when I've completed scheduling and replying to all the sorted submissions, as per usual. Please note that if you have chosen to hold back your parodypasta submissions until the last possible moment for whatever reason, if you want ANY chance at getting your story included in this year's April 1st Parodypasta collection, you must submit your parodypasta BEFORE the end of March. Now, on to the actual meat of this post: AS OF THE MARCH 2014 SUBMISSION PERIOD, CHECKING "YES" ON CRAPPYPASTA WILL NOT BE A GUARANTEE OF A POSTING THERE. ONLY STORIES THAT I BELIEVE HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE REWRITTEN SUCCESSFULLY WILL MAKE THE JUMP TO CRAPPYPASTA. I think that's pretty clear. However, for those of you who are curious about the reasoning for this change and don't mind an epic TL;DR situation, read on.

Chatroom log transcribed by *name expunged* on *date expunged*. Screen names presumably substituted by account holders' real names for easier reference. Whether incident described was real or fabricated cannot be determined, as transcriber has vanished without a trace. * [11:29:09 PM] - Jon has joined the chatroom [11:29:14...

Unless you wish to experience endless nights without sleep, the painful insomnia sent from the devil himself, don't look. If you're one of those lucky enough to fall asleep after such an experience as mine, then you'll realize it soon. You'll soon...

I don’t remember much about my childhood, like most people. Those memories are always vague and eventually you realise whatever you ‘remember’ is probably just a reconstructed memory. You don’t have much choice in the matter, and are usually convinced that your memory would...