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OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT!
Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?
Can I make love to your voice? <3
He couldn’t take any more of this.
Ryan shut down his computer, sitting and staring at the blank screen long after the desktop had said its programmed goodbyes. There was an eerie silence about the house as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He didn’t even know who he was anymore.
It had gotten so bad that he had stopped reacting to the sound of his real name. His sister had called him multiple times the other day before he even registered that he was talking to her. Finally, after he had answered, she giggled and said, “Sorry, Cry…guess I should call you what your fans call you.”
His web life had a life of its own.
Sighing and standing from his computer desk, Ryan moved slowly through the near-empty house, his sister and her lover gone for the evening.
The Forgotten One, Part VIIIStephano was shocked into silence as Kaluwa kissed him. He eventually smiled, snaking his arms around her and deepening the kiss. He had been so wrapped up in his jealousy, that he had failed to see the wonderful reality in front of him: Kaluwa liked him.
After a few more moments, the two broke apart, gasping for air and blushing deeply. “Um…listen, Kaluwa. I’m sorry for the things that I said before,” Stephano apologized nervously. “It shouldn’t be in my power to say who you can and can’t talk to. I don’t know what came over m-” He was silenced with another, passionate kiss.
“It’s all right, Stephano,” Kaluwa giggled. “I forgive you. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything for you, madame,” he said smoothly.
“Say that you and I will stay like this forever.”
Stephano smiled and planted a gentle kiss on Kaluwa’s forehead. “I swear it will,” he purred, and K
New Beginnings (A Cryaotic One Shot)I looked outside my new bedroom window. “Mommy, I don’t like it here. I wanna go home,” I whimpered.
My mom kneeled to my level and patted my head. “This is our home now, Karina. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” she assured me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“But…I miss my school and my friends…” I cried into her shoulder, my eyes welling over with tears.
Sighing tiredly, my mom gently wiped my eyes. “Honey, I know you do. But you’ll make new friends at your new school! Please, just give it a try, okay?” she asked kindly.
O-okay, Mommy,” I whispered, hanging my head.
“Good. Now, why don’t you play outside for a while? I still have some things to unpack,” she suggested, and I merely nodded, sulking out of the house. I sat in my new yard, something that we didn’t have at our old apartment in New York. Florida was already too different for me. Sighing, I rested on my back
Death's Scythe isn't an Idle PlaythingYou hear the words that scream out loud, they're begging inside your head;
Yet you continue on in this delusion, not hearing a word that anyone said;
They're ripping at your flesh and tearing at your soul, yet there's silence to be found;
And though you have no memory, you seem to be spotting seams of blood upon the ground.
You don't remember all the faces of those lives you gladly took;
You don't remember all the names of the people you forsook;
The only memory that you have, is a haunting one at best;
It's a daunting memory of the lives that you possessed.
And in your bloodied, mangled hand, is the doll of that little girl;
Whose life you stole and claimed your own, and cast out of this world;
She was innocent, she was pure, yet your nature knows no bounds;
You are cruel and cold and heartless, and your killer instinct resounds.
You resonate with death, because the voices tell you what to do;
They won't leave your head, so the killer now is you;
Your wavelength is astounding, it beck
AfterlifeThere was nothing.
"Where is the tunnel?"
She asked herself.
Whatever this was, the silence was crushing.
"Where are the people? The hustle?"
It was a void in itself.
"Why am I here? What have I done?"
Am I dead,or am I still alive?
If so, is there an after world?
As the silent questions on her mind spun,
She awaited Satan, or perhaps an unlikely Jesus to arrive
Her heavy conscious turned and whirled
She recalled why she'd arrived at such place,
Now recalling her unspoken good-bye she'd left behind
as she hung herself from the rafters
How her misery had worn down her face
Looking down, the same guilty scars would always remind
Her of the depression that finished her book's final chapters
What would her mother find when she searched the room?
Would she care? "No."
The firmness of the word echoed through whatever dimension she abode
How would they find her, would they have a clue?
Would they know?
They'd have to. Now, she felt more than ever alone.
Would tear be shed? Doubtful, in this c
His flowing wings will sting and they will be knowing
The sweetness of your skin in his embrace
As he sucks you dry of all your vital energy
And leaves your body scarred without a trace
His lips will press against your mouth as he holds you
Like a butterfly pinned against some board
If you could read his thoughts they would inflame you
Leave your body lying in ashes of discord
No wind could ever come along to cool you
In the urn fashioned from the heat of his rage
But his eyes they will encircle you with caring
Like a bird trapped inside a wire cage
And every time you move his skin will touch you
Like a fire licking paper as it burns
And yet you won’t be able to resist him
You’ll wait there eagerly till he returns
There’s nothing you can do that will dissuade him
His emotions are not of a human kind
If ever he can see you he will make you
His puppet as he snares and steals your mind
It’s useless to resist his knowing fingers
As they poke and pri
An Attack on My SpiritDemons surround my bed every night
I tell them to leave but they always stay
Singing their dark songs just out of my sight
I've let this happen, I can't turn away
I've told them they aren't aloud in my room
A gift I don't like, I wish they would leave
But still they are here causing thoughts to bloom
Forcing them out I can not yet achieve
I may complain but I'm never lonely
An inherited fate I can't deny
Although my dear guests are rather homely
To push them away, I think that I'd die
For I've grown to love those dark dark creatures
I'm used to all of their dark dark features
Nightmares Go Away Nightmares.Nightmares Go Away Nightmares.
Fast in a deep sleep, my brain simulates the future.
Which is dark, toxic, and always ends with human extinction.
Extracted from historical events of the past, the present.
Constructing a re-occurance, from updates of the present.
It warps and changes in minor details, but mainly constant.
When I wake up, I gasp in relief that it is not real.
Hoping that it’s the last nightmare of the future.
Nightmares Go Away Nightmares
From political monsters to religious zombies,
Human Capital and Human Farming , Slaves, Working Prisons,
People are not beings but capital livestock, the nightmarish truth.
Microchipping people, imprisoning, executions and inquisitions
Radiation, Pollution, Wars, Famine, Deaths and Austerity
Religio-political Elites scavenging off the brains of the intellect,
Sadistic rituals and schizophrenic beliefs, eating people.
Euthanizing, instead of medical help for budget cuts.
Wonder Technology that could save the world is used as w
Haunted Tetris [Creepypasta attempt]Jeez, I don't write stories.
This is most likely a terrible story, but hey, I don't care.
I thought this one up not too long ago.
The story of the Haunted Tetris
I don't know where else to turn...or what should I do.
I am scared out of my mind.
I was playing Tetris the other night on my GameBoy, chillin', having some fun. I got a tetris combo and scored a massive 3000 points. I was happy, until I failed at one part, resulting in a game over.
So I reset the GameBoy, but for some reason...the game didn't start...I took the cartridge out for a second and blew in to it, maybe there was some dust inside it (after all, the cartridge IS over 20 years old). After I put the cartridge back in, the game launched, hooray! But there was something off...There were only a few letters on the screen...D E A L E X 1987. Horrifyingly, it spelled "Dead 1987 Alex".
-The hell is this?! - I spoke to myself,
I was so confused, but then I pressed start anyway. More eerie
The Crazy Girl in the chairIt's that time of day
Just to go "Behold"
Good bye lump of clay
For another story is to be told
'Once upon a time
A girl all alone--'
Yes, it'll all Rhyme
It seems I'm on a roll
'She kept walking
In a dark meadow
No one saw her falling
She was born a shadow'
'No one could see her
Turn left or right--'
Ohh! My Carpet is filled with fur!
'Wait, She's no where in sight'
'In the tall grass
Filled with Scarlet red
Sprinkled with broken glass
Frightened, everyone else fled'
'Don't try to fend
Everything did fade
In her coated hand
Was a deadly blade'
Oh! I have a blade to clean
There the tale is done
Better go before your seen
I'll give you time to run
I gave you time to run
But now your time is done
The Fright Before ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas,
there was a distress.
Because at 1428 Elm street,
it was nothing but a mess.
Christmas is ruined,
because Santa is dead.
Who can you blame for this,
no one but good old Fred.
A family moved into his house,
and filled it with Christmas cheer.
They didn't expect him,
to fill their dreams with fear.
Dad was the first,
to die of mishap.
While he watched Christmas movies,
with popcorn in his lap.
While trying to adjust the signal,
the T.V fell and crushed his brain.
As the television short circuited,
you could hear him die in pain.
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
Say that you’ll stay with me.
For I’m your rotting lover, now
And for eternity!
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