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The Clouds Are CryingWho am I?
What is my purpose in life?
Those are questions I've been asking myself all my life, but never found the answer. I never had the chance, nor the strength to do so. I let all my friends do it in my place, I let them carry the burden I was supposed to carry on my own, and now they're gone, never to return. I miss them..
I can still hear their voices, calling out to me. I remember those happy days, when there was nothing troubling us, the world was our own to explore, together. However that was long ago, never more will I see those days, not at least in this life.
Still raining I see, but I guess it's no surprise. Haven't seen the sun in a long time, I wonder if I'll ever see it again.. I doubt it though, at times of war you can't expect much, you're happy with whatever life has given to you.. I want to say I'm happy too, but life hasn't given me much, it has taken everything from me instead.
I could just sit here in the corner of my room forever, just let the days pass by and s
(Creepypasta) The Diver
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering who I am talking about so I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Lullaby for a KillerJeffery Blalock lied in his bed, staring continuously at the wall beside him. Every now and then, he blinked to move at least one part of his body since he was too tired to move around. Despite his unusual lack of sleep, he couldn't seem to slip away from reality into a dream. His brother, Liu, was in the next room, snoring his head off. It wasn't why he couldn't sleep. Jeff'd had to deal with his brother for pretty much his entire life by now and had gotten used to the sound even though there was entire wall separating them.
After another hour, Jeff was able to flip to his left side. His eyes began tracing the dim, yellow light from the hallway outside his door. He began back-tracking his day; waking up, getting dressed, having a bowl of cereal, going to school, chatting with some friends, and coming home. Jeff couldn't think of anything that could keep him awake.
He let out a frustrated grunt and forced himself out of bed. Jeff began sliding his aching feet across the flo
Bambi: A fox's feast part 2The fox crept towards the bunny one step at a time, her wet tongue leaking drool onto the cave floor as she anticipated the feast to come. Thumper’s thick lapin scent filled the vixen’s nose and made her sigh; she was going to enjoy eating this one maybe even more than his friend, he certainly looked more filling. The vixen stopped to savor the moment, seeing the rabbit shaking in fear and feeling the skunk still struggling inside her full stomach was sending the predatory vixen into a state of ecstasy. She wanted to tear this little rabbit apart piece by piece, but that wouldn’t nearly as fun as swallowing him whole and feeling him squirm inside her belly.
Thumper stared at her through wide eyes, his ears bent back in fear and desperation, as the vixen moved closer towards him. He could see hear the fox’s stomach gurgling with his friend still trapped inside, “Why are you doing this?” the rabbit asked tearfully, he just couldn’t understand why
betrayal leads to terrible endings :P
"sarah, come with me" vivian said, she grabbed sarah's arm and pulled sarah into the girls restroom. "what about soo ting?" sarah asked, "she's going to stay out there til im finished with you" vivian replied. all 3 girls were wearing a blue and white tank-top that was short and they all wore blue miniskirts with black boots. there bare belly's were all exposed and visible. vivian grabbed both of sarah's arms and forced them to her sides, "what the hell are you doing?" sarah asked. "im going to eat you, you look so tasty!" vivian exclaimed.
she shoved sarah's head into her mouth before sarah could even react. sarah's screams became muffled. sarah fought back as hard as she could but vivian had a strong grip on her, she slowly swallowed sarahs breast and shoulders. "MMMPHHHH NOMF!!! IM NOTF FOODF!" sarah screamed through a face full of saliva. vivian took another gulp, sarahs tasty bare stomach slowly entered her mouth. vivian sucked on sarahs bare belly for a few moments, coating it wi
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more ca
reality (pt 1)
I screamed. His blood stained my hands. It was every where. I could barley hold my self up, tears covered my face mixing into the blood. this can't be happening. No please tell me this isn't happening!
A faint grin arose from my lips, I chuckled a bit. "what's wrong? why are you crying?"
i twitched, shaking, fear filled me. the blood was everywhere. i loved it, but at the same time i wished this hadn't happened.
"he's dead" i whispered to my self. "WHY IS HE DEAD!?" i fell to my knees, ripping my nails into my head. the dark red color continued to stain more. "dad... you can't leave me... i can't live alone.... not with her"
a loud thud echoed threw my ear. i froze, it came from my mothers room. i ran into it, bursting the door open. there was no light in the room. i threw on the switch to lighten the room. i gagged as more te
Be QuietMisery: eh, another story of my creepypasta oc, Misery... I’m sorry, I kind of suck at original stories
This is Misery’s point of view~
I just wanted to talk things over, I didn’t want to do it. She just pushed me over the edge... and the knife in my hand... slipped across her neck, and continued to stab in and out of her body. She was so pretty, on the outside. On the inside she was ugly, horrid, disgusting. She was nothing but another slime ball in this disgusting world. The preppy head cheerleader, the prom queen, the disgusting fake that’s only popular because of her knowledge of everyone elses failures. Her friends hate her, it’s obvious they hate and fear her. What she knew of them I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter anymore. I did the world a favor by getting rid of this scuzzball.
Should I start from the beginning about what happened? No, I
Anna's beach surprise :P"i love my new bikini" Anna said to herself. she was a beautiful girl with brown hair and brown eyes, she had a great looking body. she rubbed her right hand across her bare stomach, she was all alone on the beach or so she thought. sloppy joe was stalking her, and he had plans to eat her. she sat all alone on her beach towel, completely unaware of the danger she was in. she decided to lay down on her stomach so she could feel the warm sun on her back. sloppy joe crept up on her, he stretched out his arms and he slowly licked his hips.
his shadow cast over her, she looked up and instantly began screaming. sloppy joe grabbed her arms and forced them to her sides, he quickly shoved her head in his mouth. her screams became muffled. she kicked her legs and wiggled her fingers frantically, she tried punching him but he had a firm grip on her arms. he held them to her sides, making it impossible for her to punch. he took another gulp, her breast and shoulders entered his mouth, "MMMPHH HEYM
Werewolf ForestI stamp down the underbrush with my boot. The dry leaves and dead plants snap sharply, like firecrackers. The moon, full, shines through the overhanging branches of the trees. Notes of the silvery light shone like pillars of silvery mist stretching into the sky. The trees, now dark and foreboding in the night, loom over as if looking down on me. My footsteps seem explosive in the dead silence, unbroken except by the sound of small creatures dashing through the grass. I feel, as if I am being watched by the shadows themselves. The sensation seems to increase, like a gentle pressure at the back of my head. I quickly whirl around to face.....nothing. Only the dark trees and darker shadows. I think I see moving figure, in the swirling darkness, seeming to be cloaked in the very dark of night. I hesitate, wondering if it is paranoia from my fear filled mind or an evil figure darker than night itself. The fear takes over, overloading my senses and controlling my limbs. I run. My
Night of the ForestI knew I shouldn't have walked in there alone.
There was no other option though, I had to prove to myself that I had the guts to do it. I didn't want anyone to call me a coward ever again.
Darkness swept slowly but surely over the forest as I walked the road. There was no one around, I guess that's no surprise though, nobody walks in the forest at this time of night.
Or so I thought..
A gentle wind breezed as I looked at my surroundings. I hadn't been in this forest since I was little, so I didn't recognize much from my childhood. There was however a big rock on the side of the road that I remembered. I used to play tag with my sister around that area, and she would always climb up that damn rock, making me unable to tag her.
Suddenly, everything went quiet.
There was no wind, no animal sounds, no nothing.
I felt a chill down my spine. Someone, or SOMETHING was watching me.
I had walked for quite a while in the forest, so it would still take some time for me to run all the way back. I
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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