I write creepypsta style horror stories. I've written about 200 of them over the years.
Do you judge me, IQfy ?
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I write creepypsta style horror stories. I've written about 200 of them over the years. Do you judge me?
Passing judgement is about all IQfy is capable of.
The quality of your work will determine your fate.
I think a handful are actually quite good, most of it is shlog though.
You should share some. Any 'lost episode' stories?
I've put most of them up on Nosleep, but never written any lost episode style stories. A lot of them are childhood horror stories of kids discovering creepy shit (I blame Stand By Me for that). Some are more Lovecraftian and others are pure weird fiction.
I can post a paragraph of a recent one if you're interested, but I went on full purple prose / overly-dramatic writing.
I'd love to see it, anon!
LIke I said, I don't think it's particularly good and overdrawn.
Oh, to be born with talent; it can be a blessing, but it can also be a curse.
There is, of course, the weight of expectations resting upon your feeble shoulders, the constant need for perfection. Yet there are other reasons, reasons I want to share with you, my dear reader, as a confession, if you will.
I was born in abject poverty, in the shanties surrounding a sparkling city comprising ivory towers of stained steel and polished glass.
My parents were quick to recognize my talent. I could scarcely walk, they said, when I showed an affinity for the fine arts, an eye for color and forms, and used my delicate hands to capture life and bind it to the canvas.
They did what little they could to nurture my talents, as did my teachers. I was soon hailed a genius, one in a generation, a God-given child born under the luckiest of stars, and long before I was of age, my works attracted the attention of those who deemed themselves connoisseurs of the fine arts.
I was showered with endless praise, and paid lavish sums to paint one thing, and one thing alone, the thing I excelled at the most: portraits.
Over the years, I worked feverishly, driven on, almost unconsciously, to perfect my craft. While others spent their adolescence in play, I studied color theory, scene composition, light, and perspective. Brushes, paints, oils, they became a part of me, an extension of me. Yet all these were mere tools, merely instruments of a craft I was far from perfecting.
Deep down, I knew I was missing something, and that I needed more to reach my art’s distant pinnacle.
For in my portraits I set out to not only capture a person’s likeness, to capture not merely who, but also what they are, their very essence; to create something more real than reality itself.
To accomplish this, I dedicated long years to the study of other fields: philosophy, psychology, anthropology and even anatomy.
Did you know, my dear reader, that the human face comprises fort-three muscles, all of which are needed to form a frown, but only seventeen to form a smile?
Yet a smile, I realized, is so much more than the contraction of muscles. It is influenced by a myriad of other factors. Genetics, of course, but also oral hygiene, the size and form of the jaw, the width of cheekbones, the color and structure of one’s teeth, but more than anything, a person’s character, their mentality and their feelings.
This is pretty good, anon. Thanks for sharing. I like this kind of style.
Thanks guys! Glad you enjoy it. Here's a continuation.
mentality and their feelings.
Every part of a human’s face and every part of a human’s mind come together to create a smile.
I lived a hermit’s life, secluded myself from society, and locked in my study. I analyzed the interplay of all these factors, the effect they have upon one another, all to bring forth the most perfect of smiles.
The works following these years of contemplation, those showcasing this perfect smile, are not found in any gallery or exhibition. For they are valued as treasures of unprecedented nature, sold only to the highest bidder whose vanity forces them to hide them away from any and all prying eyes.
Before long, my works comprised solely of commissions from the most elitist of circles who sought me out to bind a perfect representation of themselves to the canvas.
Yet unbeknownst to me, and unbeknownst to my patrons, my works began having a certain effect. You see, my dear reader, they comprised a perfect smile, a perfect version of a human face, an expression that wasn’t real, could never be. For it was a version of their face which would only have been possible if they’d grown up under perfect circumstances. An impossibility of its very own.
At first, my works were celebrated, awed over and praised, but slowly, ever so slowly, this would change. I learned they plunged people into a state of inadequacy, making them feel imperfect, depressed even for they knew what could’ve been yet never was. They’d realize the perfect temple their bodies might have been had become flawed, ruined.
Many of my patrons had chosen money and power over health and beauty. These decisions, either made by themselves or forced upon them, would spawn resentment, resentment of the vilest kind for both themselves and others: parents, friends, lovers and even their children.
These tragedies, however, only ever played out years after a work’s completion, and were, I thought, entirely unrelated to them.
Yet as I heard and recognized more and more of my patrons’ names, as I learned of the tragedies that befell them and the ghastly deeds they committed, I realized it was my art and nothing but my art, my perfection which was the cause.
For my talent, my craft, dear reader, it’s a curse, a curse upon those who partake in it. And yet, over the years, I’d painted feverishly, as if delirious, creating hundreds if not thousands of people’s portraits, not knowing I’d doomed them all.
awesome work
Sounds like ChatGPT.
It's not. But I can see where you're coming from.
I had it create me a 500 word story based on Thomas Ligotti once, and the style was very reminiscent of him.
Shit's fricking weird, not gonna lie.
That was hardly scary at all
Oh it was still only part of the story. I can share the rest if you're interested. Tbh I don't think it's a terrifying story per se, more of a stylistic experience, going very hard on purple prose and over-the-top narration later on.
Better than me. I write mostly essays about history, philosophy, and folklore. Haven't in awhile due to work but plan on getting back into it.
That sounds much more interesting than what I do tbh. I've written some nonfiction analysis, but it's more about media I enjoyed, so nothing serious.
Really like all those topics, and want to get more into them for my writing though.
I'd love to see them. Would you be kind enough to show to or offer a sneak peak?
I could share my website, it has pretty much all my stories on it.
yesssssss, please!
Just go to rehnwriter dot com and you find everything. Front page is advertising my book, but you can find all stories if you go to 'stories.'
Truth be told, if you ever think of self-publishing, smut probably fairs better than creepypasta.
Overall, if you want to write creepypasta or horror in general, I'd say go to popular creepypasta websites and read some of the popular ones, or hit Nosleep on reddit.
I think a good idea / approach is to think of something mundane and normal and turn it into horror. It's been done to death with lost episodes and video game creepypasta (which are often terrible), but can be done with other stuff too.
I once wrote a very weird horror story about postcards for example.
What I often do is just sit down for 30 minutes or an hour and brainstorm ideas, and write down anything that comes to mind. Most is shit, but there are usually a few ideas that aren't too bad and worth following through.
I'd like to read them anon
IQfy is a very pretentious board. As long as you enjoy what you write you're doing fine; anonymous strangers shouldn't concern you
You judge yourself, or there would be no need to ask. Only though fire and spectacle will you be cleansed. Cast your works on the pyre of IQfy
Eh, I guess you're right. Written a lot of shlog, most of it to keep writing. So instead of trying to dive deeper and try to write something more advanced, I stuck to tried tropes
It's way easier to write a horror story about kids / teenagers discovering a monster in the cornfields than to write some philosophical horror piece about determinism vs. nondeterminism.
Going there, working on myself, though.
Not really, just don't write stupid coom stuff.
I love creepypastas!
All I write is smut, any tips for writing creepypastas?
You write more than anyone else here so that’s good for starters. Borrasca is probably one of the best creepy pastas I’ve ever read. If you wrote that then hats off to you
Hah, wish I'd written that one, but nope. Took inspiration from it for my novel though which is soon going to be finished (final round of editing.