CursedThe clock of the city hall struck ten. People who were still at work hurried up to be done with their tasks, a few cars were going from a side to another and there was no people walking down the street. Everyone was sleeping in their warms beds, having a pleasant rest. It was the perfect moment to strike, and she knew it. The teenager stood up, rubbed her hands and walked out of the power station. She usually didn’t care about the time when she thought of looking for prisoners, but she had to admit that night made things much easier, and quite fun. Not making any noise, she walked towards the city nearby, down a hill. Wind took some sce
Deathlong PromiseI remember that day as if it had been yesterday. It was a winter night, and I was going to a power station, walking under a sky with no stars or clouds. A while later, I was charging my machine, a bit bored as the process was very slow. Meanwhile, I thought about the next place I would visit. A town? No, I had been at one recently. A village? No, that wasn’t a good idea either. A city? Yeah, why not? There was a city nearby, and I missed the neon lights on the signs over the pubs, the casinos and that stuff that people loved. I sighed: I missed so many things that I never did, but that wouldn’t ever be able to… but it was g
Ride the lightning (Creepypasta OC's story)…W… op- y…… ke up. Sigh…Th… er… When w… up? Hope it doe- tak… ong. Hate waiting. Hm? Oh, you finally woke up… How long did it take you? Ten minutes, I think… Yes, ten minutes. Welcome to the real world, sleeping beauty. How are you? No, don’t try to shout, it’ll be useless… We’re alone. You’re the only one alive in this house; your neighbors can’t help you either. Anyway, if they could they wouldn’t hear your screams, as I’ve gagged you… Ha, ha, ha! Don’t try to move, dear; you’re tied up as we
Always WatchesI'm… Oh, my god, I'm so… so… I'm so nervous, sweaty and… I can't even talk correctly. No, think, I'm just talking to myself, and that's not ta- WHATEVER! I know it… I know it's real… I've seen it, it's real…I know it since that day in the mountain. I can't remember when it happened, but I wasn't alone. Or was I? No, I wasn't… Yeah, that's it. I was camping with some friends and… What? Ah, yes, I went to the lake, hidden in a wood, to look at the animals and take some photographs with my new camera. It was my birthday, my friends and I went to that beautiful place to enjoy the ev
Jeff The Killer The Movie part 8[Max is walking towards Nelle's house. He runs into a friend of his named Mark.]Mark: Hey Max.Max: Mark, haven't seen you in a while.Mark: That's because I was out of town looking into the woods. Guess what I found. [Shows Max a bag of marijuana leaves.]Max: What the fuck dude! You can't let anyone see this. You could go to jail.Mark: [Puts the marijuana bad in his left pocket] Right. Well, when I got back into town I heard Jeff The Killer is in town offing people. Is that true?Max: Ya, Nelle's job is now all about the guy and what he does in town.Mark: Who?Max: Oh right, Nelle is a girl I met a month ago. We're goi
ForeverI stand there, blood pattering to the floor. It is coming from my knuckles that a laved with scars. I look up, my grand mirror is shattered. Pieces of it are strewn on the floor around me. There is a sharp pang in my hand, and instinctively I wrap it into the hem of my skirt. But, immediately regret it as I feel small fragments of glass dig into the skin. I look at the fragments on the floor, each one reflecting a different image back at me. 'why is everything broken' 'what happened to me' I think bitterly...then I hear a light and airy chuckle, so I whip around. But, no one is there, intact nothing is there. The mirror is surrounded by nothi
TranceLook into my eyesFall into sweet blissRelease all your worries As you hear my silent hissMy eyes you cannot escapeYou are trapped yet you are freeStop trying to gain control Come to meCome to me my dearI mean you great harmBut still you must not resistAs I hold out a welcomed armFall into my worldA world where you can sleepForever you shall be apartAs long as your soul rests with meLet me look at youBelieve in what I sayMy lies you cannot denyThey shall guide you along the wayLet me take care of youMy eyes you shall not fleePlease, take one more stepAnd you shall soon belong to meI can see that
Your StalkerWhy hello there. No need to tell me your name...I already know, in fact I know quite a bit about you. I like to follow you...all day and all night. I'm always behind you, but you can't see me. Everyday I see you wondering around your house, I also like to follow you in your room. I watch you sleep every night, and watch you walk about everyday.I really like you.I like you a lot, I would love to know you more. Although I already know everything about you, I'd like to actually talk to you for once. That's why I created this text, so I could chat with you...I'm watching you read it right now. You look somewhat confused, and I think I saw loo
Frost Bitten CloudsTo the frost bitten oceanWhere the water still manages to move Despite its frozen surface. Pulsing and flowing beneathThe dense ice, the water can pretend to be The heart the ocean needs. But can it skip a beat whenA gentle sun shines down in warm kisses? Or does it prefer a violent Dance with the unpredictableStorm that the clouds bring in its whirling Embrace of chaotic wind? To the frost bitten seaWhere its icy surface thrashed with Storm clouds in me.
The Mythology Of UnderstandingA skeleton pictureOf a butcher's imaginationWith the hands of an architect.Soft hands torn apart by a serratedMind forgot what its like to feelWithout splintered skin,Still remembers how to traceThe lines of your body.Satin skin, a myth, likeHealing hands.
OxymororaphyGleaming grimeMy favoriteShiny slime.Lemony limeTastes mightyFine.Oh won't you beMine.My only valentine.Saltshaker band aids,Pine cone cotton swabs,Honest devil, the softestMetal.Can't you see you and me couldWrite an oxymorography.Cooling heat, burning iceBaby you and me were meant to beJust like Christians and pornography.Can't you see that you and me couldWrite an oxymororaphy.
Gunpowder Taste BudsYour bullet wound wordsCrack my teeth leavingThe taste of rottingFlesh in my mouth.So don't ask me why there's nothing thereIt's blank like your hypnotic stare.Trigger fingers leave gunpowderSmears across my mind.Creating a new kind of starsFor clouded eyes.I watched gunshot minds Explode the inky night skyInto a red stained dawnInfected by gun smoke clouds.And now I'll tell you why there's nothing thereBecause I saw your blank, hypnotic stare.
Sexual SheepSexual sheep herding themselvesInto personal gates of pleasure.Slaves to the euphoric Bites from rabidSheepdogs.Spreading the madness into theirTranslucent brains. A lovelyGame they got use toPlaying. Loser takesIt all.A sick demented show set up forDeformed lust. What a sick Fuck. Creating warpedPictures of loveFor us to gazeWith sheltered eyes.Such translucent brains.
arachnophobia.the spiders are the only ones who listen to me anymore. they make beautiful patterns across the nape of my neck and down the curve of my back, their delicate legs making my skin shiver. they weave words over my teeth and down into the opening of my esophagus, and i have to learn how to breathe without destroying them.they want to protect me, they say.but it feels like there's an eyelash in my eye and they're intent on ignoring my pleas to go, go get it outas they continue their aerobics up and down my sloping vertebrae. and there's a splinter under my nail,digging deeper and deeper under my flesh and i can't move to
Monday's ChildMonday's child is fair of face,Demure Lolita dressed in laceBut blameless smiles and pearly teethBely the demon underneath.Tuesday's child is full of grace,The glory of the trophy caseAs footloose dancer, scarlet-lipped,Decays to housewife nondescript.Wednesday's child is full of woe,Her grief too precious to forgoBut one in love with miseryJust can't resist his trickery.Thursday's child has far to go,And, bathed in ultra-violet glow,She eyes the skinny, airbrushed girlsWith pleading bones and golden curls.Friday's child is loving and giving,Trusting, eager and forgivingPrey for those who walk the night
An Everyday HeroRodney Green was an ugly man, he would make no bones about that. He had gone blind in his left eye, which gave it a ghostly look. It didn't help that he hadn't changed his shirt, which read "NO FAT CHICKS" in bold white letters, since yesterday, and that it smelled constantly of gasoline even when he did wash it.For twenty-three years, the State Line Gas Station and Repairs had stood under his adroit stewardship.Sitting on a rusty lawn chair out front, Rodney watched the cars come and go, stop and start, leave and drive by. He liked to play a game called "could I?" with himself, where he looked at the drivers and guessed whether he could
Acid In Your VeinsTears of acid streamed down your cheekCorroding the skin beneathTurning into a bloody, grey massOf dead skin.I gaze at the shredded sight beforeMe, this is what I created.I pumped acid intoYour veins.You stare at me with clouded eyes."Is this what you wanted me to be"I still stare at youWordless.I turn to walk away, "No" I said overMy shoulder. I left her to wonderThe world, blinded by herOwn acid tears.Disappointed I know I will roamUntil some one can take allThe acid I pump intoTheir veins.
Blood Like WaterPumping water into my veinsI try to wash the genetic poisonThat's been bred into my D.N.AProgramming every trait into…A flexible rubber band But there's always a snap…Made to use,Waste, waste all you can. I do… But I don't want to..No choice. No escape.
The Fourth Wishi.She's an ocean-eyed dreamer who could fit the skies of a thousand worlds into her mayfly heart. She's got an angel face and a nasty little smile, and she knows all the secrets in her world. All she wants is to carry on dreaming, so she wishes for dragonfly wings and bottled summer nights – and sleep that doesn't have to end. That insidious smile lingers, and she won't surrender her dreams even when her life support stumbles and dies.ii.He's a romantic with an acoustic soul and steel string scars on his fingertips. He's saving his lovesongs for a perfect girl with summer rolling off her skin and winter in her eyes, and he's never
Sea's Weary PassengerDrifting slowly in the seaTossed around between its highs And lows.At night frost creeps over my bodyEngulfing me in a coffin of ice.Morning comes to resurrect meWarming my chilled bonesRescuing me from my frozen grave.Barbwire wrapped in cottonThe sun's precious rays that savedMe from the cold burns my salted fleshPicked and bashed apart by the bi-polar wavesI'm not graced with the option of death.My salty flaked skin is peeledBy the passing birds. Only toReturn again. Skin and birds. A danceOf fool and foodNo land has opened arms to me toGive me rest.The ocean's violent arms caress meLeaving bonds o
Your Only DollYou dug your fingers into mySkin. Forcing your way deep into An empty shell full of disintegrated ashesSewing broken pieces together.You didn't care if they fit.Your favorite toy.Lighting fires toKeep you warm fromThe frozen wasteland youHid inside your burning body.Look at your disfigured masterpiece.Tell me do you like what you see?A smile will creep from under yourSplintered lips unveiling fractured teethYou don't like what you see.You laugh as you burn my insidesTo ashes. Tomorrow we'll play againSometimes I wish I wasn't yourOnly doll.
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