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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
Writing on the WallThe writing was on the wall.
It was invisible to most, true, but I could see it. It beckoned to me; lured me into the destitute old manor. I alone knew of the existence of some long-hidden, terrible secret.
The mansion had once been beautiful, I was told; the room I was currently in was proof enough of that. The walls were upholstered with what used to be the most fine and delicate of silks. At one point, it must have been a soothing, creamy colour; but now, it was darkened and stained with age and the waste of the animals taken to inhabiting the walls of the manor. Flags, of many national and familial origins, dangled from the weak strings still attaching them to the splitting rosewood flagpoles. Bright, unused silver sabres guarded a banquet setting that would never see another mirth-filled holiday feast or magnificent banquet; a moth-eaten table runner dangled off the ebony tabletop. I could feel the cotton carpet through the soles of my shoes.
It was nothing more than a beautiful f
Ilab Capitulo 2 hoja 1Ilab se encontraba sentado a los pies de su colchón. Pensaba. "¿Qué clase de lugar es este? No soy militar y no quiero serlo. No quiero dormir con extraños. Todo esto me da miedo. No quiero ir a esta escuela... ¿Y quién puede obligarme? ¿Y si me levanto y me voy? Sí, yo me voy de este lugar enfermizo."
Ilab respiró profundo, estaba a punto de levantarse cuando vio a un chico de pelo parado y alborotado de color negro con una mejilla roja y un chico de pelo negro con rayas rojas ser perseguidos por un hombre con uniforme azul marino, y al uniformado ser perseguido por un extraño chico de pelo rubio y playera como de tiburón. Eso quizá haya sido lo más extraño que haya visto en el día.
Ilab puso las manos en el suelo para apoyarse y levantarse y en eso escuchó un sonido en lo alto. Como el chirrido que suena al prender un micrófono. Buscó de dónde podía provenir el sonido pero no lo encont
Weeping Love Part 4When Lucas couldn't fall asleep, he had gotten out of bed and walked towards his bedroom window. He was hoping that the Statue was gone, but it wasn't. She was still there with hers arms reaching out, like she still wants to hug. Something about her he had loved, but even he couldn't really figure it out. How can a Statue move on its own? He had watched her for a good five minutes and decided to go into kitchen and grab something to drink. He was so confused on how this was happening and why.
As he sat in the kitchen, he was wondering what would happen if he had let the Angel touch him. He admitted that he was a little terrified about it, but maybe he was just a little crazy. He had decided to take the risk and put his shoes on and went outside in the dark. As he walked outside, the Angel was still looking at his bedroom window and he slowly walked towards her. She was more beautiful than before. Lucas was able to see her gorgeous face and noticed something on her cheek. The closer he
Secret Recipe: part 1 - Relativity episode 32 Sara sat at the conference table, chewing on the cap of her pen. It didn't do anything to assuage her nervousness, but she wasn't in a position where she could stand and pace the room.
Mrs. Winters stared over the top of her cat-eye glasses and pursed her lips. "You have done significant work to bring this institution to a position of viability. You have managed to cut overhead, expand services, and operate without a loss for two years. It's an impressive feat. However, that does not guarantee you will receive the full funding requested."
Leaning forward, the administrator tried to keep her voice level. "With all due respect, after we received the recent grant from Bruce Enterprises, we lowered our funding request. We're already operating on seventy percent of what we received a year ago, and are still managing to maintain our service levels. Further cuts are going to mean lay-offs and discontinuation of programs."
Mother's Daughter New Mother said we’re going to a new home tonight.
Only moments ago, she came into our girls’ room, and woke up Sisters, crying. Brother was next, and I could hear her voice crack as she called us to the hall. My two older sisters went, and Brother too, I stayed on Youngest Sister’s bed, quietly sitting, and listening.
Younger Sister hadn’t been in bed, and now I could hear New Mother sobbing. She said us children were leaving tonight, to live with someone named Auntie. I didn’t like to hear Mother cry so. I also didn’t want to leave her behind.
Sisters came back into our room, eyes wide and sleepy with this midnight confusion. They began to grab clothes, and put on their shoes. Mother was rushing them, and now that I could see her, I was appalled. Her normally sleek black hair was pulled back into a crude bun, a few stray locks stuck to the damp on her cheeks. She kept sniffeling, and wiping her re
Campanadas nocturnasSe escuchó el sonar de una campana, en medio de una tenebrosa noche. Un chico, quien estaba durmiendo, abrió sus ojos, sorprendido, pero no se levantó de la cama. Creyó que era su imaginación o tal vez un simple sueño. Se acomodó nuevamente, cerró sus azules ojos, intentando conciliar nuevamente el sueño, pero el tintineo continuaba. Suspiró, algo furioso e irritado, salió del cómodo lugar en el cual se encontraba recostado. Entre paso y paso, intentaba averiguar la dirección en la cual provenía el sonido, pero, luego de unos instantes, dejó de oírlo.
Creyendo en vano, que era parte de su imaginación, se encaminó al baño, para lavar su cara y, así, refrescar un poco sus ideas. Se miró al espejo, todo estaba normal, su negro cabello, algo alborotado, su blanca piel, del mismo color, la marca de cada abdominal podía sentirla con el simple tacto de sus manos. Bajó la vista, p
AloneYou never do realize how alone you are.
You have your best friend, family maybe even just a pet. They make you feel important in someway, that someone still likes you in the world.
But when you grow distant from you best friend, you think, "Well I have other people to talk too. It's no big deal."
But it goes on longer than expected, you see that you don't that special thing you use to share with each other. The way you might have talked, or how you acted. Hell you might not even glance each other in the eye to say something.
Your family begins to resent one another, their is always aruging. No one talks or do what they can to avoid each other. In some cases maybe even walk past you with out a glance, just like you were another unknown face in the crowd.
So you hope to head back to school, talk to those 'other people' you use to talk too. Then you realize they had other friends they were closer too and knew longer than you have, comes to a point they hardly talk to you either.
So now yo
Camp 01For a rusty piece of junk the jeep was holding up pretty good, but not good enough. Olivia was sure the jeep would only just make it to the camp; but as long as they made it they should be fine. She drove along the road carefully, trying to avoid any bumps and potholes at all costs; both for the jeep and Jason. She looked in the review mirror and saw Jason leaning against Tim. They might have Jason back, but he was far from being all right.
Jason held his side with both hands. His wound was healing but the road didn’t make it easy for him to keep faking he was fine. His eyes were red and tired. He cringed over every bump. He refused to admit that he wasn’t 100 percent.
After a while Tim finally said. “Can you watch where you’re going? He can’t take it.” He had an arm around Jason.
“Do you want to try driving on one of the crummiest road I’ve ever seen?” Olivia snapped, star
Lost in a sea of memoriesThe sun was coming out filling the sky with its rays and revealing the blue we all know.
I stand up. I spent the nigth on the outside with onliy a jacket to protect me from the cold of nigth, his jacket. I couldn't even sleep with this memories haunting me.
Both of us running, escaping. He giving me his jacket and telling me to go away... The sigth of him laying on the floor... Not being able to help him...Scyte... I'm sorry...
I grip the jacket behind me. I won't ever forget those two rubies for eyes looking at me as I run, the pain but relief in them, the single tear running down his cheek into the blood-stained floor.
I know, if he's dead, it's all my fault.
I start walking into the city not paying attention to anything but my thoughts, until I stump into something.
I look up apologizing, and I meet with a pair of emerald eyes looking back at me. Those eyes felt... Familiar, as if I've seen them before. Then it comes to me. But, how can it be? is he really... Desmond? Brother?
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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