Random Scenes Novels & Stories

“Samuel, who’s inside the fucking room?” “No one...” Scott replied. Then, he added, “I watch porn!” “Dude,” Scott amused. “Would it be possible to watch it together? “Fuck off!” Samuel said with irritation and I heard footsteps disappear after a moment. There would be no one to save me. *********

I mumble and continue cleaning as I grab the last plate. "Lippy! Come back!" The voice echoes as if in a cave. I felt a breeze grazing by my neck as I felt a tickle. I touch the back of my neck and look behind me to see that ripple effect. It was glowing and static. "Lippy!" I put the plate down and approach the unusual mysterious thing in the middle of the kitchen. Then the ripple, like a tv, suddenly pops a scene of a forest. A forest I know. "Go away, Nick!" A little girl screamed, and the ripple screen became high-quality.

Rather a black screen was shown as the girl cried for help. "John." Another cried out. A masculine voice this time. A swoosh sound was heard and everywhere came silent. The light came on and it was seen one more time. The scene was retold but first was seen as a vision through this lady who is yet unknown. Empty whispers were heard behind John in a new scene which reinstated his surroundings. Around him was a red environment, red clouds, a vast empty land and the presence of dead people with blood spilling from one or more parts of their bodies.

He felt bad to leave her out like that, especially after already upsetting her so far. He took a deep breath. "Rose, do you wanna watch?" He asked. "Eh?" She surely was shocked. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked…' "Umm… Sure." Rose moved to sit close to Matthew. Matthew moved over a bit to give her some room. Then his eyes were locked on the screen. The logo of the company working on the game showed up on the television that was connected. CRIMSON GAMES A scene of mountains, deserts, snow, ocean, forests, spooky grave yards played on the television in one smooth flow of the camera zooming it until it stopped at an open field of grass. Then a young woman in a suit showed up from the corner of the

Richard I took my first step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. I can't breathe as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes get much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I watch the chaos and destruction that have consumed the once-peaceful room. The eerie silence amplifies the sense of dread, making it difficult to comprehend the unimaginable events that have transpired.

“What kind of environment do you want?” She squinted in the darkness, trying to see him. His eyes were deep and unreadable, waiting for her answer. “Environment… like scene simulation?” “Something like that.” “Are there options?” He smiled. “Desert, forest, beach… snow mountains, grasslands.” “I want the forest.” “Alright. Close your eyes.” Scott stroked her face like a magician, guiding her eyes shut. “No peeking until I say so,” the magician warned. Julissa nodded eagerly. “Got it. Hurry up, Mr. Nichols!”

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

She ducked behind a large tree trunk, peeking around its edge to get a better look. In the clearing, two women stood with their backs to her. The scene felt surreal, as if it were plucked from a dream. The clearing itself didn’t resemble the forest anymore. The ground was pristine white, shimmering faintly like freshly fallen snow. The air around the women shimmered, giving the illusion they were floating in the sky among clouds.

And without another glance, she turns on her heel and walks away, her posture rigid and disciplined. Dante shoots me a look, and we both stifle a laugh. “Bet her wolf’s more Chihuahua than wolf,” he mutters as he scoots closer to the screen. He taps at the keyboard, enters Redmoon, and waits for the system. A moment later, a small queue of recorded footage floods onto the monitor. Dante clicks through folders, dates, times, until he lands on today’s recordings. He begins rewinding the feed. “Can you make this any slower?” I ask, squinting at the poor resolution. The camera’s grainy, figures are smudged shadows; faces unrecognizable.

Did I make any sense? "Tell me you missed me!" Scarlet half stands and half bends towards me and hands me a flower that she had plucked from a shrub nearby. We were in the middle of nowhere. We had thought we would just go for a ride. As we were driving, Scarlet had one huge bottle of an energy drink and now she was sugar high. I had told her to stay with our normal route but she wanted to "explore", which ended up being quite an exploration. Now we were stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no gas in the car and an over-excited sugar high kid. But one good thing about this outcome was the scenery. Right in front of us was a massive meadow. It looked untouched by humans other than one stray b