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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
Voice Box.I was tired, but i had to keep walking. My feet hurt and they felt as if they were bleeding, and they probably were.
With each step, i felt as if i was another world away. I looked ahead, the streets glowed from the overhead shine of streetlights.
"Where was I?" I began to ask myself, but i quickly realized i didn't care.
Anything was better than the alternative.
My revolving questions became "What street am I on?", as i looked around, i saw no indication of a sign, but i trudged on anyway.
I ran away from home, most kids say they will do it, but they always chicken out.
I was surprised i did it.
It was tempting to go back, but i didn't. Its been 3 days, i have been living off the $15 i stole from my mothers purse, and it's been far too late for me to walk home and try to pretend nothing happened.
Its hard to imagine, 3 straight days of walking, (except for the 3-4 hours i slept a night).
I could already imagine "The have you seen me" poster
It would say my name in bold print, Ph
Into The NightmareInto The Nightmare
InuXKag one shot
"You never know what you have till you've lost it," -Alyson Noel
It was a perfect day. The air was clear and fresh, the sun was shining bright with no clouds in sight, and the birds and bees were flying around with no threat. All in all the day was exactly what Inuyasha needed; that and his wife, Kagome.
She had come back just six months prior and made his life absolutely complete. He had made every day count; loving her, being with her, spending almost every second with her. Something he had failed to do three years ago. She was his best friend and forever his.
However, today he would have to spend some time away from her slaying a demon a few miles east. It had been terrorizing neighboring villages and disrupting crops. The villagers weren't too happy and wanted it to stop. That was when Inuyasha and Miroku agreed to help.
He kissed her goodbye this morning staying that he would make it up to her tonight. This was resulted from a long 'awe' fro
Creepypasta: The Greatest Show on Earth!
If your listening to this, warning: you have a choice to make. Continue on listening and learn the way of the circus or stop..and let it all be a mystery...if you choose to listen on..you'll be charged if you make it to the end...something awaits for you.
Come all to the greatest show on Earth!
The Ringmaster says day after day, Monday through Friday. He's sick and tired of saying that phrase over and over again. Who blames him?
Dare Devil's await their turn to bring the crowd up on their feet. Did you know that the "safety net" really isn't there? Hehe...it's all an illusion. If they fall....oh to bad. Do you believe me...you shouldn't believe a puppet or the puppeteer.
The Hairy Lady is next in line, what a beautiful soul she is. Many ask where does all that hair come from? I'll tell you...from others. The people who did not pay their way into the circus, the Bearded Lady rips all their hair out and t
Based on personal hallucinations.
How cliche to be sitting here in the study of my Tuscan inspired home, alone and listening to the tapping of heavy rains against the glass windows. It was reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, only, I have no chamber door or the gentle rapping of a raven to distract my reading. Only the rain and the crackling of the warm fire in my hearth. A cold and wet winter’s night; it was unusual Arizona weather and even more so unusual to light a fire in addition to regular heating.
I turned the page of my book and adjusted accordingly in my chair so the light would illuminate every inch of the page and spare me the strain of reading in the dark. I don’t know why I read this way, with only a bar lamp on the coffee table nearby and a fire. I suppose the environment is calming, maybe too calming…
The roar of thunder does not phase me and the lightning flickering across the black skies adds mere seconds of additional lighting to
Sunny (english)The couple was still in the room, in which the woman had brought their common child to the world. Right away, gave me the midwife that newborn child. I looked at it more closely. It was a girl. Bright skin, eyes still closed and she was still warmly, and in a healthy condition. She was perfect.
“They'll be surprised, when I doesn't show them the child”, said the midwife unsurely.
“Shall not disturb us further”, I though, and turned my back to her.
“Oh, ok then. What should I do?”, she asked me still with an uncertain voice.
“Go away! And let nobody come in here, no matter what you hear! You’ll stay also outside”, I reply.
I put the newborn now in the hands of the midwife, and took care that she didn’t go to the couple.
I took the scalpel, and hidden it behind my back. So I went to the apparently happy couple.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t we able to see our child?”, the man asked me easily outraged, whi
Strange dreamThis morning when I woke up, I had only been asleep for a few hours, I was still very tired, so I went back to sleep...and had quite a strange lucid dream...
My dream started with me standing in the middle of some town, in an estate filled with houses. I was standing in the middle of the road, some cars were parked outside a few of the houses but the whole place was quiet...too quiet. I looked around, it looked like it was evening time, the sky was dim, and the sun would be setting soon. None of the houses had their lights on. This town was completely empty. Not a single man, woman or child in sight. So I just stood there for a minute and looked ahead of me. Where the lines of houses ended, there was a small grassy patch, surrounded by trees. I took a few steps closer, and stood on the grass. Looking down I saw a square of dirt with no grass growing on it, and a large cardboard box with crude crayon drawings of sad looking children all over them, each one seemingly hol
(TF2) He's a Monster"Kill him," that voice mumbled inside the BLU's messed up and static filled head. "kill him and make me proud."
'Hey, Scout, what 'appened in-... ...S-son, what are you doin' with that there knife...?' The BLU Engineer carefully spoke, watching as his team-mate approached him with a blank and emotionless stare, his eyes reading nothing but hate and a loathing to kill, and even a tint of red sparkled in them. The Texas man had made the great mistake in investigating the bone-chilling screams of their Solider and Demoman from the kitchen area, only to find the boy standing over them, clutching tightly at the butcher's knife with blood splattered all over the place. As soon as they met eye contact, Scout had slowly started to stalk him, the knife remaining at his side.
'...' He tilted his head as he stared at him, as if trying to think his words through. His eyes remained slightly red, but he clutched the bloodied knife tighter. "Do the same to him as you did to Solider a
His MollThe woman standing in front of the Don was small and unassuming. Her dark hair pinned back into a tight bun at the nape of her, and her thin, pale fingers grasper tightly at the edge of her blazer, an obvious nervous tick.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your busy schedule Sir, but I was in need of telling someone who might be able to help me." she said quietly, her voice soft, sweet and frightened.
"No need to apologize sweetheart,I'm always obliged to help a member of the family. So tell me, what's going on Louise?"
The woman, Louise, took a deep breath, a hand twitching up towards where her thick, black bangs hung over one of her eyes.
"I uh...I don't know how to say it..." she pushed her fringe out of her face to reveal a dark purpled bruise circled her pale blue eye, so swollen her eye itself was nearly swollen completely shut.
"Louise...What? What happened?" the Don's voice was angry, though not at Lou.
"I-I was late with supper, it wasn't quite finished when he came home and he got real
Horror: Through the Looking Glass(WARNING: Strong themes involving death)
I had to say goodbye to her again today. I had to. It's been just like every other time so far. I watch the pain cross her features. I want to reach for her so badly but nothing seems to get through. It used to be really scary to watch her like this. I guess you get used to everything after a while no matter how painful it is.
I watch her make a slip knot and check it carefully. Her touch over the fabric is disturbingly gentle and warm. I want desperately to say something to her but I can't. All I can do is watch as she places the soft silk around her neck again. I want to scream at her but I know it won't do any good. She won't be able to hear me even if I do. It won't change anything at all.
I feel the cold air rush over me again as she opens the closet door and starts gathering clothing. It's like this every time but why can't I stop it! I feel sick and can taste bile rising into the back of my throat as she starts to carefully place the item
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
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