Micropasta: Merriment and Mayhem by KomradApex, literature
Literature
Micropasta: Merriment and Mayhem
“Silent night, holy night-” the King of Worms sang in a horribly off-key pitch, probably deliberately, as he and Nick sat with tumbler glasses in hand on the titanic pelvic plate of some great beast’s skeleton. Such primordial detritus was common in the third layer of Hell. On that note, the sight before them was less than evocative of Christmas.
“Oh God it’s got my leg! Help! Get it off me! Fucking Hell I’m bleeding!” one of the Worms who was apparently unfamiliar with hand-to-hand combat cried out, as the daemon he was fighting shattered his bayonet with its teeth and proceeded to subsequently tear
Mciropasta: The Reindeer of Diomedes by KomradApex, literature
Literature
Mciropasta: The Reindeer of Diomedes
Well, this is interesting. Having just run away from home, you'd expected the only surreal sight in your first few hours of homelessness to maybe be a fellow junkie, lying dead under the concrete jungle of Alpenview's main overpass.
Instead, you have come across a sleigh of sorts in the nearby suburbs. It is crudely hammered together out of sheet metal and rebar, complete with eight reindeer shackled to it. They look just a little unnatural with their red eyes, gore-slicked teeth, knotted and messy hides, and above all, their malefic and disturbingly intelligent smiles. This to say nothing of the apparent owner of the sleigh, a red-clad huma
Creepypasta: Cremation for Fireflies - Part 1 by KomradApex, literature
Literature
Creepypasta: Cremation for Fireflies - Part 1
The ancestral home was a joyless, dismal place. Stained wood panelling, electrical installations that probably belonged in a museum, and baroque old ebony-wood furniture and limestone statues that probably belonged in some crappy goth-rock music video. A host of professional staff had been brought in for the family reunion, and roughly half of them had been tasked with sprucing up the place to the point that it was at least somewhat acceptable. A thankless and nigh-impossible task, to be sure. The gardens and surrounding forest on the mountain itself were the only parts that were actually beautiful in any sense of the word, seeing as the esta
Creepypasta: Cremation for Fireflies - Prelude by KomradApex, literature
Literature
Creepypasta: Cremation for Fireflies - Prelude
I do not remember how many years passed after my death until I realized I could still see and perceive the world around me. It was strange and frightening at the start, and it's difficult to explain. But maybe the only reason I hadn't thought on much of anything until then, whether alive or dead, was because I was so damn certain that I shouldn't have been able to think at all.
The escape this offered from the filthy brine I was so used to was nonetheless a relief. Escape, just as death offered that initial respite from the cycle of laboured inbreath and exhalation as my soul was consumed and raped by their craven god of nothing. There was n
"It didn't fit with the others."
It's rarely a good sign when a child intentionally destroys one of their own toys. Christopher sat there on the floor, bits of shattered plastic scattered across the hardwood. G. I. Joe was no more, the only remaining toys in his collection being the Cobra clan.
"Christopher?..." his mother asked uncertainly, gently removing the hammer from his left hand.
"It doesn't belong. It's not like the rest. It has to go away, if it wants to be different" he said, with the cold detachment that was the little boy's customary tone when speaking to his family.
Christopher's mother had no idea that when he had said that