Tallman Stories

Just a collection of Creepypastas i find online.

A story about a raunchy Hispanic-Italian woman and her brother's best friend. Filled with suspense, mystery, and of course, romance. First time writer, lmk how it is

Tatiana Aysel, daughter of a turkish noble of bengali descent, has a lack of adventure and romantic gestures in her life. one fine night at the grand gala traditional ball, as she enters, her wandering dark brown eyes set on a tall, handsome and turkish young man, whose eyes, icy cold blue, were glaring into hers as well. sparks fly when the man asks her to dance and they get lost into each other's arms. however, her life fills up with confusion, chaos, love, jealousy and comfort, after that very night. read the story to know what happens after dear tatiana's dance with dashing turkish general's son, Erman Yilmaz and after the appearance of his best friend, Osman Yavuz, who also has his eyes on Tatiana.

A children's story book that tackles real life values through unreal characters.

Learn about our tragedy and how we came to be

As you can see the title this is USSR x reader and i can say this is love story...

This really rich young man has a really hard time finding he's love,and this girl starts dating him for money. Is she gonna fall in love with him thought?

Lauren Stewart has never been a halfway kind of girl. She's all in - all heart, all soul, all spirals. At 5'2" with a camera slung over one shoulder and sunshine tucked behind her smile, she's the kind of person who texts paragraphs and means every word. From her cozy brick-aesthetic dreams to her obsession with subway trains and butter yellow tank tops, Lauren lives loudly in every tiny detail. So when a year of flirty texting and long-distance glances across screens leads to a ten-day trip with him in New York City, you better believe she plans it all out - right down to the time of their first coffee. Her heart races for window seats, skyline pictures, and the boy who calls her "Miss Lauren" like it's some inside joke between souls who haven't even stood face-to-face yet. But this city? This trip? It's about to turn pixels into presence - and maybe her camera won't be the only thing catching light. ---------------------------- Landon Summers doesn't overthink most things - except her. He's 6'7" of sarcasm, warmth, and boyish chaos who swears up and down that her smile is the best thing he's ever seen, even if she insists his wins. From his side of Virginia, she's been the girl lighting up his screen for over a year - all lowercase giggles, rambling rants, and photos that made his heart trip over itself. He's not the poetic type... until she walks in, tiny and glowing, camera bag in hand, and suddenly everything feels like a movie scene. The plan? Keep it chill. The reality? He's watching her sip iced coffee in a window seat, explaining camera settings like he's not completely losing his mind over her eyes in the sunlight. Ten days. One city. And maybe, finally, no distance left to hide behind.

Written by my best friend: Ashari Christosomo

Part 1: The Borrowed Camera The year was 1996, and my eldest brother, Rey, was about to graduate from elementary school in our hometown of Dauis, Bohol. Back then, we didn't have electricity, and gadgets like the famous Kodak camera were luxuries we could not afford. So, my mother, Elena, decided to borrow a Kodak camera from her sister, Catalina, who lived one barangay away. It was the afternoon, around 3 p.m., when my mother walked to my aunt's house to borrow the camera. As she arrived, she and my aunt caught up, talking for hours as the sun began to set. Catalina, who was a bit well-off due to her husband being a ship captain on a local shipping line between Bohol and Cebu, had more than enough to offer, and my mother appreciated her hospitality. However, as dusk approached and the light dimmed, my mother realized it was time to return home. The roads at that time were still just limestone, rough and uneven, and very few vehicles passed by. It was quiet by 6 p.m. and, to be safe, my mother carried a sharp machete with her for protection from wild animals or potential threats on the dirt trail leading back home.

The last thing I ever saw was that face. That pure white, featureless face. The last word I ever breathed, the silent cry, of no. The last thing I ever smelt, that strong stench of old blood. The last thing I ever heard, the static being carried in the wind. I died by the hand - or should I say tentacles - of the Slenderman. Though I may have died, I still live on, not as a ghost, but as, a... Servant of the Slenderman.

creepy stories that will keep you up

A crossover between mortal kombat, terrordrome rise of the boogeymen and DC Universe and i don't own them all (wish i was)

Slender Man.

The story of my life

In the summer of 1975, three best friends hit the road. School's out in San Rosario, and for Jody, Reggie, and Tommy, the world feels wide open. With a full tank of gas, a pack of smokes, and the deep growl of Jody's '71 Plymouth Cuda beneath them, they head south on California's coastal highway. Their destination? Gazzarri's on the Sunset Strip-where a new band called Van Halen is said to tear the roof off the place. It's a road trip built on friendship, freedom, and the fire of youth-a long weekend where music is loud, girls are electric, and the future seems far away. But beneath the sunshine and laughter, something lingers in the shadow of memory. Because for all its joy, this is the last summer before everything changes. Disclaimer This is a work of fan fiction inspired by Phantasm (1979), created by Don Coscarelli. All characters, settings, and concepts originally appearing in Phantasm, including Jody, Mike, Reggie, Tommy, and the Morningside Funeral Home, are the intellectual property of Don Coscarelli and the respective rights holders. This work is unofficial and unaffiliated with the creators or rights holders of the Phantasm franchise. This story also references real-life musical artists and locations, including the band Van Halen and the venue Gazzarri's on the Sunset Strip. These references are included for artistic and atmospheric purposes only. All depictions are entirely fictional, and no claim of accuracy, association, or endorsement is implied. All events portrayed in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is a non-commercial work created solely for entertainment by a fan. No monetary gain is being made from its publication or distribution. All original characters, locations, and storylines not found in the original Phantasm film are the creation of the author.

Love poem about the emotions someone feels when they are beginning to become vulnerable and let go of the 'single them'.

The Tall Man killed my friend and I'm next