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I Promised HerI woke up this morning;
A week old;
Dried on my hands;
I killed her;
My sweet angel from God;
I killed her;
I stabbed her with the broken pieces of my heart;
And she died laughing at me;
Fallen from Grace;
I had once loved God's most beautiful angel;
But I stabbed her with the broken shards;
The shards of my heart;
I Promise Myself;
I'd die for her;
Taking the blood covered knife;
I brutally stab myself;
The blood anew;
Flowing like fierce hot lava down my chest;
I Promise Myself;
That I'd die for her;
Her naked body;
Decaying before my bleeding eyes;
Her soft breast stained with her blood;
Her lips blue from the explosure of winter;
I killed her;
And I felt remorse;
For she killed me;
I stabbed her heart;
Like she had mine;
She killed me;
Like I killed her;
I Promise Myself;
I'd die for her;
And I am;
Her soft breast;
Stained now with my blood;
I LOVED YOU!;
AND YOU BETRAYED ME.
The Pale MoonI am a shadow, lost among the rays of the moon.
I am a lost child, and the moon is my guild, my lamp in my soul.
I lose my way, and the moon is by my side.
I am forever in it's dept.
I am forever, lost in it's pale light.
It is my night, it is my day.
The Pale Moon.
I am forever lost in it's pale light.
I am small compared to it's massive size.
I am like a dying star, compared to it's radiance.
I look at it in awe, I reach out a hand, and I hold it in my palm
Yet, it is so far from my reach, and I can't really touch it.
I am a moon lilly, lost in it's cool pale rays.
I am forever lost in
The Pale Moon.
There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting. I told my mom I'm going to go play with some kids from school. Then, finally, get off the steps and down onto the sidewalk.
The vacant house is only half a bl
[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
Inhuman We hadn't been humans since they took us from our homes, dragging us across a bullet soaked main street to the sound of government issued combat boots and savage cries.
For three weeks we were held in a glorified basement, fed sunlight through a small window high upon the filthy wall. Women wept over hollow children bathed in flickering electric lights and fat, buzzing flies.
But then the Doctor came and people started draining off the cracks on the floor. Suddenly, we were only ten and began developing a pavlovian response to the click of the door latch. I was the last to be taken, my stomach sewn onto my back and my stomach crusted over layers of dead skin and miscellaneous fluids, M14s hurrying my shaky steps.
I was finally delivered into a dark room and strapped onto a padded chair. The harsh lights were turned on when he arrived, forcing wonky shapes to writhe beneath my eyelids. My eyes swam in boiling tides
Creepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don’t Want to be Part of Your World
September 27, 2014
This is Alex Pierce, reporting in his journal on the off chance that this expedition accomplishes anything it was supposed to. Personally, I think this whole thing is a snipe hunt. There’s no way someone could have survived in the Amazon for this long, but reports of a “wild man” in these parts have bolstered the Morrison’s confidence that their son might have survived that plane crash. God, how long ago would that have been? Five, six, maybe seven years? I didn’t read the report, to be honest. Not like I need to. No chance in Hell that he’s anything but a carcass. We’ll go in here, find nothing, report back as such, shatter their hopes and get the remaining half of our payment. All in a day’s work.
There is one interesting thing that bears mentioning though. As the helicopter was touching down I noticed a few contrails of smoke on the horizon, indicating a brush
The Haunted Mansion: Dracula WG - CH.3Chapter 3
It was the second night in the Hellsing Manor. There was a small coming room situated next to the dining room. Dracula retired in that room, and it had a cozy redwood coffin for his convenience. But the vampire had to struggle to fit in the casket because his bulging gut was almost too large to fit. He finally managed to squeeze in and went to sleep.
The vampire woke up around midnight. He stumbled out of the casket and exited the door. Something caught his eyes. On the floor, a plate of warm muffins next to his feet. Dracula wasted no time at munching on the muffins. A wonderful smell wafted in the hallway and it found a way to his nose, signaling breakfast time.
Dracula stepped into the dining room with the familiar site of bountiful food on the table. Almost every dish was present: scrambled eggs, hickory smoked bacon, buttered toast, pancakes & waffles flavored buttermilk, chocolate, blueberry, and banana. More on the list was omelets, smoked sausages, French toast, a
The eyes, watch for the eyes.
That's how you know, the only sign before hell breaks.
How did it start? Just rumors, that's all there is. Some say some invasive species from some jungle. Others say in the main cities, festering in subway cars and on public buses. No one knows for sure.
The desolate say it's the end. The hopeful say it will be solved soon. The desperate ignore the first two and only survive. The blind only follow those in charge, wasting away in quarantine for no other reason than to live maybe a minute longer.
The eyes, look into the eyes.
The only way to know.
It was quiet at first, isolated events, no connections. Then it spread. Every nation blames the other. False prophets gain their income off of the fall of the masses.
They lay dormant. Unmoving until startled. They look normal until they feed. It's only the eyes that really change.
All color dies from the iris, the pupil a dark void in a sea of black, cobwebbing, throbbing veins. A wet milky sh
Creepypasta: A Routine CheckupCreepypasta: A Routine Checkup
Damn, looks like we’re fresh out of anesthetic. Eh, a gag soaked in brandy works equally well-oh, sorry, I’m just talking to myself. It’s so nice of you to come in for an appointment, I don’t get many patients anymore after losing my medical license. And my sanity. And my office. But this back alley seems the perfect place to practice dentistry. Did you know you’re supposed to see a dental professional at least once a-
What? Who am I and how did you get here? Well, as I said, I’m a dentist. More like the dentist, am I righ-SHUT UP, NURSE! Sorry about that, my nurse here never stays quiet for long enough. Anyhow, after getting kicked out of Nicaraguan medical school…er, again that is, because at first they wouldn’t even let me in and I had to sleep with the director before they’d…ahem, anyway, after that I set up shop in this alley behind the Burger Trench. Fast food is very bad for your te
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (4)
Palladon, Alex and Vitaly met with Hubert on the docks of New York Bay. They were standing before a large fishing yacht bearing the name, “S.S. Yabba.” A young, pot-bellied lion with a dark brown mane stepped out from the cabin area.
“Ahoy, mates! Captain Furry at your services!” the young lion replied as he leapt onto the peer.
“Cap, I’d like you to meet…” Hubert said.
“Alex the Lion!” Captain Furry interrupted. “The King of New York City in person.”
“The one and only,” Alex replied conceitedly.
“This is truly an honor!” Captain then turned to face Vitaly and Palladon. “And who are these two?”
“I’m Vitaly and he is Palladon,” Vitaly replied.
“New comers to the zoo, I’ll bet.”
“We don’t live in a zoo!”
“You don’t? So what have you been doing these days, Alex?”
Creepypasta: SombrusThis is a story about two friends. Their names were Ian and Jake. Ian was 25 years old and had red shaggy hair and a few hairs on his chin. Jake was 27 years old, and he had black scraggly hair and wore glasses. They lived near the woods at the bottom south of Australia.
It was a cold, breezy night, and Jake was at Ian’s cabin. While Ian was smoking pot, Jake was looking up creatures from urban legends on his iPhone. He then found out about a creature that he had never heard of. It was called a Sombrus, which was some kind of animal mixed between a canine and a marsupial. “Ian, mate, you gotta see this.” He called over his stoned friend. “What’s up, Jake?” Ian asked. “There’s this monster thing called a Sombrus, which is like, some kind of wild marsupial dog, and it lives in woods, like where we are. Let’s go look for it.” Ian then replied, “You’re pretty crazy, mate. I think I’ll come.” So they packed
Silence,--Silence! It's the hour of deepest hush of night! I stand alone on this empty cobble stoned bridge. The fog, my recent companion. I stare down at the murky water and the horrors I face. Hundreds of drowned men and women stare up at me.Their mournful gray faces with regrets half spoken.
Sleep. What is sleep? A sweet unconciousness of dreamless rest? I don't remember. It feels a century since I've slept well. Does anyone sleep well? Save children and hard worked diggers of the soil.
I have a new visiter. A horse and buggy. The rich couple inside laughing and mocking the poor. Mocking me. The wheels splash the ragged form once known as me.
I use to be that man.
I use to be that woman.
I use to be the couple.
It's the drugs, I thought, that brought me to this state,
The poison of France.
The Green Fairy.
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