#Weird story

[misseviehyde]

BITS AND PIECES

Molly was beginning to regret entering the cursed dolls house with her friend Emma. True they'd been running away from their bitchy bully Madison and her clique and the strange abandoned house on the edge of town had seemed a safe refuge - but some feeling had told her at the time that they were putting themselves in terrible danger.

As they'd entered the old house, its evil magic had taken effect. The girls had groaned as their bodies changed. Plastic skin gleamed as joints became articulated and in a matter of minutes they'd been transformed into living animate dolls. Emma and Molly now looked like toys... but toys that could walk and talk.

They tried to leave, but the mansion also appeared to be bigger on the inside than the outside and now they were trapped clopping around in the impossible maze-like dimensions of the house.

"Oh my goodness," gasped Emma in horror at her new plastic body. "This... this can't be possible!" She reached over to touch her own arm and screamed as she accidentally detached it from the articulated joint with a pop. Then she calmed, realising it didn't hurt and there was no blood.

Molly looked at her friend in shock. "Looks like we have detachable parts now. Just like a real doll," mused Emma - and before Molly could stop her, she had yanked Molly's arm till it came out with a pop.

Molly watched in sick fascination as Emma popped Molly's arm into her socket and pushed her orignal arm into Molly.

Emma giggled, she now had Molly's sleeve of tattoos and she wiggled her new arm with fascination.

"Looks like we can swap body parts now. I wonder if we get out of the house, would this become permanent?"

"Hey! Give me my arm back!"

"Mmmmh. Later. This feels kinda good..."

Ignoring Molly'd protests, the two of them began looking around and finding a staircase they climbed up it hoping to possibly find a window or something on the upper floor.

They found nothing, so wandering around for a few minutes they returned to the staircase - only to find Madison flanked by her bitchy lieutenants waiting.

She and her cohorts were also now plastic dolls. Madison looked like a demented Barbie.

"I don't know how you nerds turned us into these dolls, but you'll pay for this," screamed the plastic bully as she waved her jointed arms around in rage.

But before she could do anything all three girls began to scream as Emma suddenly rushed at them and pushed them down the stairs.

They tumbled and fell backwards, their plastic bodies breaking and falling into pieces as they fell down the stairs. Their heads rolled away from their torsos and other bits broke off as they landed in a heap of bits and pieces.

Molly looked at her friend in horror. "You... you killed them."

"No, they aren't dead. The magic seems to make us invulnerable. We can put them back together again later. But before we do..."

A wicked grin came over Emma's plastic face. Walking down the stairs she picked up one of Madison's legs. It was long and sexy, smoother and shapelier than her own. Popping her own leg off she attached Madison's instead and then grabbing the other one did the same.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck that feels good."

Giggling Emma stood up. She was now taller and her legs looked amazing. "Oh fuckkkk. I feel so much more powerful and dominant. Soooo confident. Mmmmh these body parts come with feels and I LIKE it. Taking your arm felt good, but this is even better."

Admiring her legs, Emma began looking around with a hungry look on her face. There was a wild gleam in her eyes.

"Wh... what are you doing?" gasped Molly in sick fascination.

"Just making a few other improvements," smirked Emma. "After all if we have changeable parts now... why not?"

She grinned as she found what she was looking for. Lucy, Madison's minion, had the biggest tits at school. They were huge and round - massive fucking milkers that jiggled and wobbled enticingly. Now those tits lay ready to be used.

Lifting them up, Emma detached her own small breasts and with a click, pushed Lucy's onto her chest. "Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels good," she groaned in pleasure as they attached. "I feel like such a... such a fucking bitch. I need MORE."

Turning round she laughed. She now towered over Molly and her massive tits dominated the room.

Emma mashed her plastic tits with glee. "These are gonna feel so fucking good when I become a real girl again, but they are already making me feel so powerful. Mmmmmh I think I'd like to be a bully. Being pathetic boring Emma is so dull."

"Emma, this is crazy. You can't do this. It's wrong."

"You're right," giggled Emma. "It is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Besides I won't be Emma for long. I'm sick of being so weak and pathetic. My body is in control now and it needs a new head. This body deserves to be bitchy. I can take it all. I can become the bully."

Picking up Madison's lifeless looking blonde head from the floor, Emma laughed madly as she reached up and to Molly's shock casually ripped off her own head.

Her body simply tossed her old head aside like it didn't need it, then with a groan of pleasure pushed Madison's slutty blonde head into the neck socket till it clicked.

Evil eyes fluttered open and the new super bitch stretched happily. "Mmmmh yummy, feels so good to have a new personality in the driving seat. I AM Madison now."

"E.... Emma?"

"In a manner of speaking loser. There's bits of her inside my perfect new body - but I'm like totes the best parts of all you sluts now. Haha, now let's rebuild my minions and then I can leave and start my new hot life as a super bitch. Lucy will just have to cope with smaller tits. Think I'll help myself to a better ass and a tighter pussy too whilst we are at it. Hey... you're a virgin right loser? Bet your pussy is super tight..."

Molly whimpered as her new bully approached with a mad gleam in her cruel eyes and she screamed as the new Madison began to tear her apart...

****

Madison groaned as she exited the house and plastic became flesh again. She loved the sensation as all of her new body parts finally merged and turned her into the slutty bimbo bitch she deserved to be. She was now a mix of all the best parts of the girls and rubbing her massive tits she could feel her new superior pussy start to tingle.

Her two minions exited behind her, now looking smaller and weaker without the assets she had taken.

"What about that loser Molly, you aren't gonna leave her like that are you Madison?" asked Lucy sulking at her now small tits.

"What loser?" laughed Madison as she strode away. "I don't remember any loser. What a shame, imagine being trapped in that house forever."

And deep inside the cursed mansion, a plastic mouth screamed from amongst a discarded pile of bits and pieces...

THE END

[devildomwriter]

Just found out one of my ancestors was murdered on a steamboat in Georgia for his gold. Anyone else have a crazy ancestor story???

[thepalecrawlers]

Large wolf-like being, south of Dallas

[unadulteratedpiratepizza]

So, after the big apocalypse thing happened, and we were all left suffering and starving, I thought to myself, "Now would be a great time to become a Post-Apocalyptic Raider." And you know how much I've always wanted to be a Post-Apocalyptic Raider, right?

So I go on down to the local Post-Apocalyptic Raider camp and I find their leader, Grognak The Breaker, and I say to them "Hey Grognak The Breaker, I know you already have plenty of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders, but this has always been a dream of mine, so could I please pledge my life to your cause and become a Post-Apocalyptic Raider?"

And you want to know what they said to me? They said they were only looking for experienced Post-Apocalyptic Raiders, and that all applicants need to have at least five years of experience. Can you believe that!? Five fucking years!? The Post-Apocalypse has only going on for three! How did all of their raiders already have experience? What was I supposed to be doing, raiding while society was in decline but before the total collapse? Of course, I don't say any of that, I just thank Grognak The Breaker for their time and see myself out, and that's basically where I'm at now.

Anyways, so how was your day?

[textbook-dinner]

times i should have known i was aromantic: when i was like 8 and tried to fake having a crush, but i didn't know what having one actually felt like so i just drew hearts in my diary

[judiths-sequence]

Who wants to hear about the time my grandpa microwaved my headphones

[strickenspirit]

[the-adventures-of-random]

597.

Random sat down and then stood up again. He did that a few more times, then he stood up and walked out of the room. We went into the waiting room and looked around for people. He didn’t see any, so he sat down by himself in the corner. He waited for a few moments then started to read through the magazine that was resting on the table. Random made a paper sculpture out of a page and then he made another one and another one, then he had built a whole city out of paper. Then the wind blew, and the city collapsed.

[writings-of-a-madman]

Paintings by Whales

TRIGGER WARNING - discussions of murder and mutilation of people, depictions of animal torture, depictions of animal death, a whale explodes

I will always remember that day so vividly. Holding my mother's hand in mine, looking back I can almost see how small my hand used to be, surrounded by hers. I remember how soft and warm the wind was, it felt as though it was embracing me. I remember the sun beginning to set, it made the filth look almost palatable. Almost.  

I always knew, even as a child, how disgusting my city was. Crawling with filth.  

Filth? 

Filth. So much of it. In every corner, every street, everywhere. Not even the people could escape its poisoning touch, turning them to monsters. Some places almost escaped; the beach was so close to beautiful. So close. But the people walked across its smooth sand, turning it black beneath their feet. But it became beautiful, so, so beautiful. 

How? 

The whale of course. When I first saw it lying there, wrapped in the soft sand, I thought it was a monster, but I realised it wasn’t. How could I ever accuse such a beautiful creature of being a monster.  

I had never seen one before, it felt like I was seeing an angel. My mother told me not to be scared, it was simply a beached whale, eventually people would go to help it. I hoped no one would. It didn’t need help. It sat there comfortably asleep. I asked if it would move again, if it would wake up. I remember the look in my mother's eyes as she told me no, she looked so sad. I didn’t understand why. I was glad it wouldn’t wake up. Forever peaceful. Forever beautiful. 

My mother should have probably realised that maybe it was a bit too round, its belly a bit too full. She didn’t. She didn’t expect it. Neither did I. It was peaceful, and then suddenly. 

Boom. 

I know my mother tried to shield me from the view, told me not to look, pushed my face against her own stomach to try to protect me. I think she was scared I was ‘traumatised’. 

Weren't you? 

Why would I ever be scared after witnessing such a blessing?  

A blessing?

A true blessing. I saw an angel and it saw me, and it blessed me with beauty. It rid my home of filth. The beach once so close to beautiful now was. It was beautiful at last. It made it beautiful. It made it all beautiful and I was a witness to it.  

I wanted to make the whole world beautiful, to share the beauty, is that such a crime? Wishing to share the wonder I was so lucky to behold. I wish I could have saw it again, just once more. 

You didn’t? 

No. People came. They took the beauty from its slumber. Dragged it away back to the sea. How lucky the sea must be. They covered the beauty it gave back with filth. Back to the blackened sand. How did no one else see what a miracle we had been blessed with? Why couldn’t they see? Were they blind to the beauty? To the gold it laid in front of us? I had to bring the beauty back, I had to. 

How? 

Recreation of course. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, so they say.  

How did you do it? 

Small at first. I wasn’t going to disrespect this miracle before perfecting it. I would never commit such an atrocity. 

I convinced my mother to get me fish from the local pet shop. I think she thought that was how I was coping with the event. I don’t know why I would need to cope; I experienced beauty for the first time. I tried to lay them out, wrapping them in warmth. They never gave beauty. Just more filth. 

Filth. Filth. Filth. 

I tried birds next. The way they flew, as though swimming through air, maybe they would bring beauty. They didn’t. 

All they brought was filth.  

So what? 

I tried harder. I used a pump, attempting to get the eruption of beauty I witnessed.  

It never came. 

I used rocks, hammers, books. Everything. It was all filth. 

Then I used my hand. I broke them. Wing by wing, foot by foot. Each feather fell off its body. It was no longer filth. It was beauty, a beauty I controlled. A beauty I painted across the floor, the walls, myself.  

It wasn’t the same. This time I was a God, controlling the beauty my angels gave. 

My mother pretended she never knew; that she didn’t see, but I did. I saw it all. Saw her scared face, the green tint to her flesh when she cleaned the beauty off my walls. I saw all, my ever-present eyes witnessing her betrayal of the miracle I blessed into our home. 

As I grew, my angels did to. I no longer found them swimming through the sky or sea, now I found them swimming through oceans of people, following waves of music.  

I found them swimming so alone and forgotten. But I could see how clean they were. How beautiful. The few that weren't covered in filth. 

And I shared their beauty. 

I made my miracles; I shared these miracles. Shared these beauty's no one else appeared to appreciate. 

Why? 

Because I was a kind God. 

You seem to think of me as a monster, I can see in your eyes, the questions. ‘How could I do it. All those women, children, men, how could you’, I'll tell you how I could; because the world deserved beauty. I was giving beauty to the world, and you have decided that was evil. You have decided I was the monster, that I was the one who brought filth to the world but that was you. All you. You are the filth; you embody the filth. You should be on your knees, thanking me for the miracles I have blessed you with. 

I brought you beauty, yet you sit here, judgemental and filthy, deciding I am the monster.

[cold-kiwi-kingdom]

The Old Lady

There was a very old lady at my job today, she was in an electronic rollator and was a bit smelly.

It was something that we are used to already at my place of work and that doesn't really bother me anymore.

I could already see that she had a problem with our store, so my co-worker helped her get her stuff.

Once she was at the front with me (the cashier) I had to ask her about the customer card, (seeing as it was the store policy) and she screamed at me for asking her if she had one.

She talked about her two pet budgies and that the second one was a younger and that they got her in the time of the coronavirus. On top of that, they also got along once they met.

She kept talking and talking abut her birds, whilst she tried to put her money away in a bag in front of her.

She kept on having her pullover be grabbed by the joy-stick that was her control over the electronic rollator, and be driven to a few steps forward. That didn't just happen once or twice, it happened so often that she started screaming that someone was pushing her all the time.

We were alone at the cash register. There was nobody that could have done that to her.

After she promised me that she would come back to show me some pictures of her birds, she started to leave the store whilst she talked to herself rather loudly that the immigrants were at fault for everything and that everything was going to shit because of them.

Author's note: I do not have the same opinion as her.

[tangledrootsparanormal]

Family trees have twists and turns, branches that bend and break, but it is in the complexity of their growth that the true beauty and resilience of a family's story is revealed.

[elliepassmore]

Cabbage review

3.5 stars Recommended if you like: weird stories, eco horror

Big thanks to Albatross Books, Netgalley, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

This is....not horror. I would dare say it isn't even creepy. It is weird, I'll give it that, but I spent the whole novella bracing for something that never came. The last chapter arrived and I was kind of left sitting there like "that's it?". While I'm sure the events of the story were unsettling for the characters, I didn't find any of it all that worrisome.

Rosemary isn't that likeable of a character, and I don't think she's supposed to be, but other than at the very beginning, there's little to endear her to readers the way she seems to have endeared herself to Thomas. Thomas is remarkably devoted to her, even when she's awful to him, and it's clear he loves her and doesn't know how to help her, but at the same time...there's a distance between all those feelings and how I felt toward her. Similarly, while Thomas is the main actor in the story, he's also just kind of there. His horror at the garden's 'curse' is hollow and even the high point of his terror at the very end felt meh.

I think the problem with this book is that the setup is so fantastic, and I've been treated to fantastic takes of similar stories, that distant characters and a distinct lack of true horror makes this story fall flat. T. Kingfisher has a number of eco-horror novellas that are short but manage to pack both emotion and horror into them. Likewise, I've read some eco-horror YA novels that manage to convey the simmering, low-level terror characters get when something natural is just a little bit Off. I wanted this book to be like those. I wanted to feel unnerved and wanted to see the terror the garden could unleash, and instead things just fell kind of flat.

[thepalecrawlers]

Little crawlers

[textbook-dinner]

my irl friend said nightcore sounds like a six year old singing💀

[the-friendliest-freak]

You know how The Narrator can have different dialogue depending on how many times you enter a room?

You know how those alternate pieces of dialogue only trigger after several loops?

You know how they get ‘reset’ every time you turn off and turn on the game, same with the buttons for the Heaven Ending?

Yeah

I walked into the boss’ office on my second loop.

And The Narrator went “Well we all know the drill by now-“ and opened the door.

He should not have been able to do that.

Furthermore, it happened on the one playthrough in which I wanted to prove a theory of mine (I had a theory about how his memory works and wanted to test it…this instance might’ve just proved my theory wrong, but it’s the first time this happened).

Also when I went to the boss’ office after that, I went to the receptionist desk to double check on wether I could activate the heaven ending - and the screen went black, and then flickered a few times.

So yeah I’m a little weirded out

[ladyvader23]

I was reminded of that one time my friend broke off her engagement with her fiance. Apparently, her throwing the ring at his face as she left wasn't enough of a clue to him that it was over, and he was determined to get her back. He knew she was really into The Legend of Zelda, and he decided that if he forged her the Master Sword, that would surely win her back. But like...he didn't actually know how to forge anything, so he found this shitty sword-shaped metal and would go into his back yard to "work on it". He'd go out there shirtless and would take pictures of himself beating this shitty metal with a regular-ass hammer over a normal camp fire, and when he was done he'd take more pics of himself covered in soot that he definitely intentionally placed on his face and chest and would send her the pics like "just got finished working on your Master Sword, it's sooooo hot, wish you were here! Can't wait to show it to you!"

He did this for like. Weeks before moving onto far more concerning tactics to get her back. But sometimes I think about that grown man's logic and I just. Can't believe I got to witness that disaster.