Hey Pandas, Create A 50-Word Story That Will Leave Us Wanting More

Way less then 50 but a complete horror story

"Wait... Where'd the spider go...?" 😱

"You knew," she whispered. "You knew he was going to die." I sat there in silence, emotions unwavering. "You told me he was safe!" She was screaming now. "You were there, when I told him not to worry, and you knew!!! I will continue to blame you, as if he died at your hand, not [the enemy's]. " I watched as the tears rolled down her face, and she started hitting me. I let her, because I had already come to terms with what I had done.

I woke up, static ringing in my ears, all radios had gone dead. I tried the phone booth but it was dead too. I couldn't see anyone here, there was no one. The One had summoned them all... nobody left. The enormity hit me as I fell on my metallic knees.
PS I'm a beginner writer so please give your rewiews and tell me what needs improvement.

Okay, this is way bigger than 50 words, but this is the prologue to a book I'm writing.

Dear Dr. Glenn Williams,

I am a historian, fascinated by old artifacts and landmarks. Recently I came across an old orphanage, reduced to stone. I read the sign in the front. "Toll Orphanage." It was built in 1795. I was getting a bad aura from it, but I was so intrigued, I searched the rubble for anything valuable. I came across an old diary made of leather. It is unclear the full name of the little girl who wrote it, but her first name was Naomi. I've written down everything written in the diary. They’re all in order in this file. Hopefully it will help your supernatural research.

Sincerely, Dr. James Walker.

And then it's just the entire girl's diary. Let's just say it's a totally normal orphanage with no supernatural or demonic or spooky biz Goin on... definitely...

This is over 50 and is going to have some words censored but oh well.

“Mummy! Look at me mummy! Look! Mummy, look!” I was hanging upside down on the monkey bars at our local playground. I liked the one daddy took to me whenever I was with him for the weekend, but when I asked mummy, she said she didn’t have enough gas and then clocked me. It didn’t hurt. It never really does anymore. It's gone numb.

“Uhhh… Lilly, please be careful, alrigh’? Don’ hurt youself, we can’ afford social…” my mum slurred her words, the sentence left hanging, like a cliffhanger. It wasn’t strange to see my mom coddling a beer, even in the afternoon.

“Alrigh’ Lilly, lez get goin’. It goin’ tu rain soon hon’.” I looked up at the sky. It was a perfect day: a warm breeze, big bright sun, not a cloud in the sky. I looked to my mom, who guzzled the rest of her beverage and made her way to the car, tripping over nothing particular.

The last time mummy was drunk and drove, Social Services had a talk with me about what mummy did and why it was bad. They said that if she was to ever do it again, to tell her off. I did that once, and mummy got very mad at me. She said if I ever talked back to her again or told her what to do she wouldn’t let me go over to daddy's house. I told daddy that by accident, and he said that would be against the rules. I asked who made them, and he just put more spaghetti on my plate, not answering me. That's when I know it's a grown up question, and not for a 5 year old like me.

Daddys girlfriend, Cheryl, is really nice. She is African American, and she has these really cool hairstyles. I asked her if I could watch her put them in her hair, and she explained what she was doing the whole time, and even let me put some cream in her hair. I told her her Bantu Knots looked cool, and how I wanted to have some in my hair, but she said she would explain why that wasn’t ok when I was grown up.

A lot of people say that. I don’t know why.

“Lilly, lisen’, please. Du ya’ wanna’ sit in da’ fron’ or tha back, hun?”

Now I had no choice. She was going to drive. I chose the back. In case mummy couldn’t hit the brakes in time, I would hopefully only get off with only a scratch. Right?

As mummy turned onto their road, I saw the last stop light. We were almost there. The tears that were threatening to spill could go back to their hidey holes. The light turned red. We were so close. So, so close.

Except, mummy didn’t stop. Instead, she sped up.

“Mummy, mummy, mum slow down please! We're going to crash! MUMMY!”

My mum turned around slowly, not looking ahead.

“Don’ worry ma’ love. Itz all part of the plan.” She grabbed the nearest water bottle and raised it, as a salute.

“Herez to see’n you ‘gain, in a ‘etter place thi’ time.”

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but…

I looked around trying to find the source of the explosion.The people in the village had regularly insisted that the goings-on in the factory were not normal but until now my superiors had ignored it. I looked around only to see that the rest of my unit were not there any more. I was alone when I saw it...
(Sorry, slightly over 50)

The room was clouded with an oppressive silence. Until it was shattered by the scraping of metal along stone, a screech so ear piercing if anyone were here they may feel their ears were about to bleed. However, no one was here. No one alive anyway. Or so it was believed.

Only 50... hmmm: "My mom found my report card." Idk im not that good at making stories

He turned around, he stared into two lantern like yellow eyes, then he saw the rest of the creature, it was a giant slimy dark green snake, it’s tail continued into the dark abyss, this was a creature of pure death.

As he peeled back the cover inch by inch from the truck, the hairs on his arms and neck stood up. A lonely bead of sweat traced its way from his forehead down to his cheek before dripping onto his shirt. Whatever was underneath the cover had him in a stone cold sweat.

The beach breeze was kissing our skin.
He whispered, 'I want you.'
I responded, 'Take me.'
The waves washed over our bodies.
He disappeared.
Is he coming back ...?

“This entire time...You knew?!” The young man yelled at the two older females.
“[His name], there's nothing we could have do-” his mother began before he snapped at her.. “NO! THERE WAS! WE COULD'VE STOPPED IT,WE COULD'VE HELPED HER! HOW ARE YOU SO CALM WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS PROBABLY DEAD?!” he continued to scream his heart out,his older sister’s blood boiling from anger.. “AND HOW DID *YOU* NEVER KNOW?! SHE'S THE CLOSEST TO YOU YET YOU NEVER FOUND OUT! *YOU’RE* THE REASON SHE RAN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!” The boy stared back at her, his eyes watering before he ran to his room.
Is he really why she's gone..?

Over 50 - apologies.....

He had never been in finer company. Perhaps because he had never owned a cat.
How refreshing to have a companion who never criticized his choice of footwear, or complained he read too much when the TV was tuned to the program "just everyone" was watching.
The cat even enjoyed an early dinner and eagerly devoured his share of the special dishes he had been cooking of late.
And therein was the problem. How to acquire the elusive ingredient they both had come to relish.
Just what we're they to do when the last of the second wife he had butchered was gone?

I awoke in a sweat. That damn owl. I looked over the clock said 3:33. I shuddered. Something is not right. Three days in a row I wake up freaked, thinking about an owl. Now I have sores. Behind my ear it looks like a divot. Aliens, demons? I’m scared.

"The magic a human uses, be they lilin, angel, demon or faery, is derived from the Void Aspect of the Gods and Goddesses. The Void Aspect was split into the ten Aspects of Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, Plant, Metal, Ice, Light and Darkness to make magic possible for humans.

Humans can possess upto three Aspects, even multiple of the same type. Having only the Primary is "Pure", upto Secondary it is "Norm", and with the Tertiary, "Zenith".

While humans have upto three Aspects, Demigods and Demigodesses have only one infused with Void Particles, making theirs manifolds stronger. The Eldritch on another hand, have Aspects even closer to the Void Aspect, like much more powerful Demideities with multiple Void Particle infused Aspects.

Not a story but a post about writing - a teacher once taught a class that a successful story had 4 things: mystery, religion, sex and the aristocracy. Now write a story. One child scribbled for a few minutes and sat back. "You've finished?" asked the teacher. "I have, yes." This is the story - "Oh, my God!" exclaimed the Duchess. "I'm pregnant. I wonder who the father is."

Inhale, exhale.
I knew it wouldn't help, because I knew everything, but I couldn't help but try.
I had the answer to every question, and endless knowledge about everything that went on in the world. Every death, birth, lie, and word that was said. It was torture.
And of everything I knew, the one thing that remained a mystery was why.

Inhale, exhale.
I knew it wouldn't help, because I knew everything, but I couldn't help but try.
I had the answer to every question, and endless knowledge about everything that went on in the world. Every death, birth, lie, and word that was said. It was torture.
And of everything I knew, the one thing that remained a mystery was why.

Inhale, exhale.
I knew it wouldn't help, because I knew everything, but I couldn't help but try.
I had the answer to every question, and endless knowledge about everything that went on in the world. Every death, birth, lie, and word that was said. It was torture.
And of everything I knew, the one thing that remained a mystery was why.

Inhale, exhale.
I knew it wouldn't help, but I tried anyway.
Because I knew everything. Every death, every birth, every answer to every question. Even every word that was said. I held the solution to every problem, every cure to every sickness.
It was a constant stream of endless knowledge.
And it was torture.
I had been born with no way to communicate. I had to watch the world collapse around me knowing I had the solutions to each problem and no way to share it.
My body was devoid of energy, it was spent absorbing the everlasting ocean of information that was trapped inside my mind. Of course, I had never seen anything past my hospital bed, but I knew exactly what if would feel like to be anywhere else.
Doctors wondered what was wrong with me. I couldn't tell them. Because the only thing I would never understand was why I was the girl who knew everything.