The Town Of Blanche
| Published on Creepypasta.com | September 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 343 words · about 2 minutes to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 2.6/10 from 3,894 votes |
| Category | Locations and Sites |
If you visit France’s Cote d’Azur in your lifetime, do everything you can to avoid a small town called “Blanche”. I was in the country once with my parents, around 8 years ago (I was 12 at that time; we were on a family vacation), and we found ourselves looking for a place to get some rest and enjoy some of the local color. We were getting really hungry on the road, so it was with some luck that a town, unmarked on our map, rose unexpectedly on the horizon. This was the town of Blanche.
Immediately after we entered Blanche, we noticed that the colors of the houses were darker than anything I had seen in my entire life – it’s not like they were black or grey, they were normal colors for walls – they just look… not right. It’s hard to explain; almost like it was a color that we don’t even have a word for because it’s so dark and strange.
A few minutes after driving around the town, we all began to notice the fishy stench – like a Friday market, except for the fact that no fish were being sold. The people in the town also had a really weird skin tone, almost frostbitten and tinged a deep blue – if I recall correctly, my father said something like “These guys sure look like the sea.” We had originally planned to stay in the town for a while, but my mother and my sister were so disturbed by the creepy atmosphere and the town’s denizens that they insisted that we keep driving and find a different town to stay the night.
When we arrived in the next town, it was like we all gave a gigantic sigh of relief at once – we felt that we were back in normal civilization. However, the people who ran the inn that we stayed at in the second town did tell us some very freaky stories about Blanche – stories that made us really glad that we didn’t stay there…
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Um, it definitely seems unfinished. I mean you appear to have a good writing style but nothing really happens in the story. Maybe go into a little more detail about exactly what types of stories the character has heard about the town.
It would be better if you told us what the f’ck happened at the town of blanch
It would be better if you told us what the fuck happened at the town of blanch
Ummmm……. L.A.M.E. That’s all I have to say on this pasta.
Honestly does sound like Lovecraft…
The…fuck…
The problem here? the story! It’s not a creepypasta, it’s kind of just a start of one… I mean, the creepypasta itself should’ve been the stories the man told. Would’ve made it better.
Silly duck, you did your Lovecraft wrong.
Good attempt though, but next time include some element of creepiness, horror, omgwtfisthat,etc. Saying ”We drove through a spooky town and it was spooks cause colours” isn’t enough. Not saying that you have to include blood and guts and babies crawling up walls, just something to chill the blood a little.
Years ago, our town was destroyed by a horrible storm, and everyone perished. To this day, those who decided to remain behind wait there, seeking out the WarmOnes for food and the frostbitten look comes from those who either drowned, or froze. Does anyone have a pound of flesh to give? Our food supplies are running low, and we may migrate to other places….Such as the U.S.A…
Ohhhhhh that scared the living daylights outta me.
I’ll be sure to never visit Blanche now.
FUCKING CRAP!!!!!!!!!!
I agree with Mr welldone AND he’s AWSOME(mr welldone not this crap pasta)
What troubles me is it had so much potential. The first paragraph actually had me intrigued.
Post the stories instead of this crap -.-
Let me paraphrase this: Yeah, family trip to the french cost. Surprise, a town that’s not on the map. The town is a little bit strange. Yeah, another town. The last town was very spooky and people told us why…
c’mon… rly? This isn’t a creepypasta!
lol and then his w
This was actually a decent pasta. It was short, but at the end, I was expecting that the people at the inn would say that Blanche was removed from the map because the entire town was killed in a blizzard or something like that…
You got the point… everyone expects some fucked-up explanation and at least the stories they were told, but absolutly nothing happend.
A few minutes after driving around the town, we all began to notice the fishy stench – like a Friday market, except for the fact that no fish were being sold.
If I recall correctly, my father said something like “Woo, good morning ladies.”
That was so sacry. I would have shit my pants if I went through a town filled with french smurfs. with emo houses.
This one made me laugh! Best comment^^
And the award for best comment goes to Immanuel Stalkinger.
It honestly wasn’t that bad you just need to give more detail and tell us the skin crawling stories the hotel people told the main character :)
This sounds like: Actually this isn’t a bad story, beside the fact that you didn’t take the chance to make it a good one.
I love you.
heh yup!
Wait a second… How did this even get onto Creepypasta in the first place?
This wasn’t a story. A story needs to have a beginning, a middle and an end. And some point to it. Utter drivel – how come it’s on here and not on crappypasta?
The town is pretty obviously a French version of Innsmouth, which doesn’t automatically mean that it’s going to be bad. That said, though, there’s really no “kick” to this story. It isn’t really poorly written, even if it isn’t a work of literary genius. The father’s dialogue (saying that the people “look like the sea”) is unrealistically poetic, and the darkly colored walls seem like a poor playing of a creepypasta trope. Other than that, though, it really just needs to be more exciting.
My last name is French.
And it seems like you are from germany^^
terrible. Just terrible.
Anticlimactic pasta is anticlimactic.
so what’s the point? what happened? 0.o
I thought it was a good concept but extreamly poorly executed :~(
terrible ending