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I AM... Agent 13 Chapter 1Chapter 1- In the warm night.
The moon was just peering over the awning in the square of a quiet little town just outside of Ruby Falls as a young girl, about sixteen years old or so strolled by, listening to the iPod her mother bought her the morning prior to this. She stopped in a hollow halt as a man in his twenties or so sat on the corner, gazing at the cats playing on a nearby balcony. She sheepishly peered at him to see the way he looked in the dim street light above them. His hair was a dark brown, perhaps an oak tint. His right eye was a darker brown and his left was cradled behind a black strip of fabric. His skin color was an average Caucasian white and wore a slim black suit like a formal buisness professional. He tore his sight from the cats for a moment to examine his sudden guest before getting back to the playful pair. She wore a Sapphire blue hat over her light brown hair, like a autumn leaf shade. She bared Emerald green eyes and fairly tanner skin, wrapped up in a loo
The True Nightmares By Dillon HowellThe True Nightmares by Dillon Howell
I love reading Creepypastas. The chills, the questions, the unknown... It's all gold in my eyes in a way, but I have a story I must share with you that will change you just like it did me.
It was a fun day at my mom's house when I was about seven or eight. It was about five days until Christmas and my sister and I were ecstatic. We wondered so deeply about what we may get this year. After a while, I got so eager I started to hop up and down on my bed as hard as I could while my sister went to get a drink. I stopped when my mom opened the door, tears in her eyes. At that moment, I went numb. It's after December now and i'm standing beside my uncle's coffin. The car crash made him look so much worse than I would've believed. After the service ended, his fiance gave me an old Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time cartridge for the Nintendo 64 he gave to me the birthday before. I was shaken. He NEVER let anyone touch this cartridge. He let me watch him play
Mario Party: The Descent
Mario Party: The Descent by Dillon Howell
One night, me and a friend, nicknamed Luna because of her resemblance and characteristics of Luna from MLP:FiM, decided to play an new N64 ROM hack called Mario Party: The Descent. I believed it looked good on the site's screenshots and asked her to join me for a quick test run before I choose to keep it or destroy it. As I loaded the rom, Luna slightly twitched at what she said was pure excitement. When the game finished loading, I noticed the color of the game was duller and had the title "Mario Party The Descent" in a jaded, block-like font in only grey letters, kinda like the ones on the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door. I was ready to test my skills at this "harder than any Mario hack", but Luna asked me if I was sure I was okay with it and shifted slightly as we went straight to the versus mode,as if it chose for us, in a once again normally shaded game rules pipe. It was when the game dropped us on the game map we noticed what made it
It was a cold, dreary Sunday afternoon in the county of Surrey as a steady rain fell from the grey skies. Inside the large stately mansion, the halls were unusually quiet for such a day unfit to be outside. The footsteps of the white-haired butler echoed down the corridor as he approached the chamber that housed the elaborate indoor pool. In his hands, he carried a polished silver tray holding a tall glass and a cordless phone.
The elegant room was deafly quiet as the reliable servant marched inside. The architecture of the hall was magnificent, the floor and walls constructed out of stone. With the thirty-foot ceiling and giant statues positioned around the border of the pool, the area designated for swimming seemed more like a museum. Stepping over to the tranquil water, the humble gentleman could see a silhouette underneath the shimmering surface. Sighing deeply, he waited patiently for his charge to emerge f
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap8 parte2
Capitulo °8 parte 2 : De la desesperación me sacaste tú, y ahora yo te devolveré las esperanzas.
La ira, fuerza que nos arrastra a perder el control, la soledad, llanto que nace y no surge compañía que te consolé, el rencor, siniestro potencial que crece en su interior
que te sumerge, a desatar una cruel venganza, furia, lecho que salía ser tristeza se transforma en algo tormentoso en su interior, tristeza, la oscuridad que te abre el camino..a la desesperanza y el frío aire de una cruda verdad, esas lagrimas que te emergen por la falta de lo que una vez supo hacerte feliz...
¿Felicidad?...es......que es eso?
Su mente había caído en un sueño, que revivía aquellos recuerdos..que le haciendo entender apenas esa palabras..el significado de la verdadera felicidad..pero desde mis nueve años, desde allí que desconozco su significado, lo que realmente era, deje que mi mente se trastorn
An open letter to the woman who robbed meI guess I do want thank you for not hurting me. Maybe I was feeling a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome or something but I even liked you a little bit, even when you were in the middle of robbing me. But you need to rethink your life. Seriously rethink it. Yeah your gun was fake. But what if someone had a real gun? Or what if they didn't submit to being tied up like me and fought you? You could get really hurt. And even if you don't get hurt, you're going to get caught.
You scared the crap out of me. When I pulled back the shower curtain and there you were, standing there with your fake gun pointed at me. I didn't know then it was a fake gun. At least my towel wrapped around me. "Bad news, handsome, you're getting robbed," you said.
You marched me out into my bedroom. I recognized you right away. You were the "appraiser" who tried to rip me off when I brought in my late grandmother's ring that week.
A Human's Struggle And Fear To Let Go
She looked at me with tired eyes.
She had been worrying too much.
The dark spots under her eyes gave everything away.
When will she understand?, I'm fine, I don't need any help.
She insisted, this only made me shake my head in respond.
"No?" she said, as if she had waited for a better answer.
"What do you mean no?" she kept on, not that I cared anyway...
"Its over, its the end of the line, submit"
She began to raise her voice in dominance.
But this didn’t affect me , I wasn’t too easy to give up.
People used to call me a crackle-head when I was young.
They said I was stubborn and as I grew up I noticed I wasn’t, it was the world.
The world was a hypocrisy.
Teenage girls could have rough sex and beg for more,
But at the end they would play the victim.
Men could abuse of their wives, daughters and any female for that matter,
And yet, they where the perfect example of human race.
Children could be cruel, and mean, and heartless.
Then again, they would a
3. WendigoLe tracce portavano fino a quell'anonimo punto sotto un anonimo albero nella foresta. Poi finivano completamente: qualche ultima goccia di sangue, come se un rubinetto aperto fosse stato chiuso e avesse sputato fuori le ultime gocce, e le impronte delle piante nude dei piedi impresse sul terreno.
Il commissario Sacco, un tipo tarchiato, capelli corti e grilletto facile, illuminava quel punto con una torcia elettrica. Era la prima volta che gli capitava di vedere qualcosa di simile dal vivo e da quella prospettiva. Scoprire le tracce, un caso grosso, quasi sovrannaturale.
Dietro di lui c'erano Alfredo, l'uomo che aveva scoperto le tracce, la sua ragazza Francesca e un altro agente di polizia, Primo.
Alfredo dimostrava quarant'anni portati male, tutto ossa e con i capelli grigi, e ne dichiarava venti. La sua ragazza, di contro, avrebbe potuto averne al massimo ventidue, bella, capelli lunghi biondo cenere e maglioncino a collo alto sopra i jeans attillati. Primo invece era sulla trentina
The Deal I’ll admit to being a sleaze now and then. Most villains don’t; those pompous fools. In truth, every regular or irregular bad guy has a bit of denial. A feeling that what they do is justified or too far advanced for the rest of the world to handle.
I know I’m a sleaze. But there are just some things I don’t wanna screw with.
Take deals. I may not completely hold up my end of the bargain- like backstab the dealer- but I like it to be fair. The initial deal should be fair, even when the grave is already dug.
Violet followed me back into the shadows, and I can still hardly contain myself. Are bastards allowed to be giddy once and a while? I have an Admin around my finger. A power wielding, world rounding admins. An Admin uses words to make things as real as I am. So far, I’ve gotten a dragon to walk the living, killed a muse, and made my own secret hideout. Not bad for a power-play.
Pt3 Welcome to Asgard - Standing strong...Jamie comes back to the bedchambers, as it is morning, she actually got a good night’s rest. She is wearing the brown leather pants with the sheer gold tank top and the rich blue corset over it that has the elegant gold Celtic design on it. She is wearing her black leather belt buckle boots over the pants, her hair is partly pulled back as it is down on loose curls as she has her normal style of earrings in.
“Good day, mortal” a man speaks up, as it is Loki, he is sitting on a chair with armrests as he is reading a book with his mind stuck in it. He is wearing basic brown pants with a low cut green tunic; his also has on basic brown slippers too.
“Jesus –“ Jamie jumps out of fear, his heart starting to race as she feels she has been spooked out of her skin.
“Not exactly,” Loki chuckles as he can sense of her gasp of surprise, it is delicious to his ears as he keeps his focus in the book.
“Let me guess, you are starting a ‘book
The Last Of LightThe Last Of Light
The walls got tighter and the corridor chilled his very core as a noble Cry made his shaky way down to the stairs leading himself to the ground floor of the once beloved home of a dear friend of his since childhood. They had grown apart long before the sudden disappearance of the said friend and Cry went to visit him the night mere moments before he heard the news. With each loud creak of shifting floor boards, he found himself more shaken than he once began. 'I feel like every wall is plastered with eyes. What happened here that made this all so surreal only hours ago?' As he tried in a seemingly vain attempt to grasp logical causes, he was greeted by an eerie tone of footsteps coming down the hall, by the sound of it, just a few feet away! Cry slowly turned his head as horror struck him so hard, he could scarcely mutter a single sentence before feeling stiff to his very soul, "What have you done,...?"
To be continued...
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