BirdSomething

*Mark BirdSomething after his three hour afternoon nap* do dodo dodo *checks Deviantart for first time in a blue moon* do dodo dodo--do? *sees a giant pear has taken over Deviantart* "A pear? A giant pear with man teeth?" ...well okay *checks the pear's description. ...And gasps--and almost chokes on his birdseed and blueberry fries* "that eats birds?" Wait what? ...WAIT WHAT *reads sanctimonious description again. Left eye starts glowing Topaz orange* WAIT WHAT?! HOW DARE THEY?! *takes up an imagery sword and shield. Left eye fully aglow now--right too, which is an angry shade of purple-blue. A mashup of Megalomania and Battle Against a True

It was the day of Christmas in the old gothic mansion. Lana and Selena were curled up around an open fireplace in the lounge room. Lana was sitting right up close to the warm and inviting flame while Selena sat in an armchair reading a novel, sipping from a glass of Pinot Noir chardonnay. They were quite comfortable, and quite calm on the evening, although something was itching away at Lana's mind. She was biting her nails, while staring into the fire longingly, almost like she was missing something. Eventually the sound of nails being munched upon caught Selena's ear, and her eyes darted over to Lana. She sighed, smiled, and closed her book

It was night. A night perfect for creepypastas you might say. A neat organised room in an otherwise cluttered house was cast in almost complete and utter darkness. There were no lights, only a blue screen. A blue screen of a buggy computer. And a skinny adolescent. He was perched at his desk, his eyes drifting between his bed, his closet, and his malfunctioning/stalling laptop. His face drooped with boredom and a side of frustration, as his quest for his mother’s email server had still proven fruitless...after three hours. His mind deliberated over whether or not he should just give it up and go to sleep. He adjusted his glasses over

It was day 4591, term 29.9 of the System’s regime. Day 4591, of a monstrous, bleak, and gray city, which stood far and wide, encapsulated by a seemingly infinite electrifying barrier. Gray buildings towered into the polluted skies, where hovering monochrome ships and freight trains flew past, single-mindedly travelling into the far horizon as if controlled by a far-off power. Down on the ground one may had been able to find packs upon packs of people strolling by, talking casually, fumbling on primitive cellular devices they naively called ‘smartphones’ as they journeyed towards something fun…or some menial office job.

Smoggy winds wafted about, singed with the stench of a thousand deaths. Withered paper strands billowed in the smoky air, pirouetting and loop-the-looping in a sort of cryptic and fantastical dance. Faded ink headlines barely legible enough to discern from the shrivelled up paper yet alone make out also danced along. Trees were scattered around in the outlines of what once seemed to be a bustling suburban town, one of the few reminders of the past, the time before the unspeakable occurred. However, even these reminders of the grip Mother Earth had on her once fertile land could not escape the tragedy and the bloodshed that had befallen the Ea

Monochrome, monochrome, monochrome. Monochrome. That was the scientist’s word of the day. The word of the century in fact. And the word plastered all over his papers, all over his results like a disgusting leech. That was all he was getting. Every single day. Every single week. Every single eternity. And it was driving him batty. He looked around in his respectable laboratory, his labyrinth of gray, and couldn’t help but smile. All around him remnants of his exploits, his endeavours, his history, the very core of his existence, scattered. Some on the walls. Some on his racks. Some on his bookshelves, which offered a sense of ord

It was pitch-black. Save for the odd wall-light brightening select corners of the hallway. And an unusually purplish light emanating from the study. In this little study, almost enveloped in the same darkness as almost everywhere else, a faint light shone, illuminating a wide wooden desk, and Selena. She was bent down in a leather chair towards the desk, working during the ungodly part of the night where everyone else would be asleep, or at the very least trying to fall asleep. Slender hands worked away at paper, their celestial owner poising her tongue as her pencils doodled randomness. And randomness. And more and more randomness. As time w

Lana was entirely absorbed in her phone. She stood against the wall, middle of the hallway, a rosewood table perched right next to her, eyes focused entirely on its illuminating screen. She twiddled away at her phone, thumbs flicking across the plastic, screen flashing as the trademark Pokemon Go tune reverberated in the air. A clefairy was on the screen, flip-flopping into the air, just DARING her to catch her. She threw a pokeball. Her lips tensed. Clefairy got out. She threw another one. Clefairy got out again, taunting her with her adorable grin and “innocent” eyes. So adorable she was actually kind of annoying her. She thr

‘I want to fight.’ Selena stopped eating, and just stared at Lana. Why? Just why? It was bright morning. Sunlight shone through stain-glass windows. They were in the kitchen, seated on high stools, about to finish off yesterday’s leftovers…what was left of them anyway. And up to that point, they were without sound, just eating away, silent yet comfortable. Like a family. And Lana just had to go and say those magic words. …Selena flinched at the very mention of it. And dropped her silver fork. ‘…Beg pardon?’ Almost as if she was “begging” to hear those words, Lana shot into her e