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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
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
Journal Entry VIII - JetDear stranger,
So this morning I'm heading out because of... I think I was getting more smokes. I don't remember. Or I was checking yesterday's mail.
I don't even know. Point is I'm leaving our apartment, yeah? Ace's and mine. And we haven't spoken in about four days and I'm feeling really depressed so my head's down and fucking... I see this box. This little cardboard box with our address and no sender's address and I think it's the weirdest thing in the world.
Then I think, you know, it might be those toys I ordered. So I take it back inside and set it on the table and it's pretty light, mind you. I get a knife and I cut open the tape and once it's open... I scream.
Now mind you, Ace is in the next room on the couch, in dead sleep [or so I thought] and all of a sudden I hear footsteps and I turn with the knife raised and I almost fucking stabbed her.
I almost fucking stabbed Ace.
She looks from the knife to me and I must've looked freaked cause she took the knife
Chapter 1: The beginning
War, that's how it ends, a fight between heaven and hell,
it all started when a young girl named Riko started
getting strange dreams,all the same but they seem to
unravel more and more info as she sleeps every night,
the question is what does it mean, now you must be thinking
isn't that an obvious question with an obvious answer?
Well that's the complete opposite of what it actually is,
in fact it's complicated more than anything.
Chapter 1: The beginning
I wake up again from a terrible nightmare, the same nightmare
I have every night,ruins and horisons coated with grey
mist, and war, two sides fighting for the same thing, I know
they're not real but I can't help but wonder why it's the same
one, this time there were two strange girls, were they the ones
fighting? They look like normal school girls but one with pure
white wings and the other with an almost blackish kind of colour,
I can't make out their faces, they seem faded, it ends with them
La TormentaSonó un trueno que retumbó por todo el monte, iniciándose así una brutal tempestad. La chica corrió cuesta abajo, asustada, con un único objetivo. Debía encontrar refugio antes de que las arpías de la tormenta, monstruosas criaturas que atacaban a los caminantes inocentes que no encontraban cobijo a sus tormentas. Descubrió un atajo entre unos matorrales. No sabía a dónde llevaba, pero si era a un pueblo, entonces convenía tomarlo. Estaba demasiado resbaladizo para correr por él, así que, sin importarle su vestido fino y elegante, se sentó e impulsó su descenso monte abajo.
Un rayo cayó amenazadoramente sobre el pico del monte, iluminando todo a su alrededor con una tenebrosa luz amarilla. La chica volvió a tomar impulso y siguió deslizándose, asustándose más a cada centímetro descendido. Oía los graznidos de las arpías, el zumbido de sus alas acerarse a to
La enfermedad del corazon.Por las mejillas del niño recorrió su amargo camino una lágrima.
La sociedad lo rechazo.
La misma ciudad renegaba su existencia bajo el crujido de los edificios.
El aire cargaba con los susurros de la gente.
Un mensaje de ira y repudio.
Sus mismos padres lo alejaron.
La ciencia lo catalogo un fenómeno.
La religión lo condeno a escarnio eterno.
Y la medicina lo declaro un caso perdido.
Pues en esta sociedad, en esta ciudad, bajo este aire, en esta familia y ante la lógica misma.
Aquel niño había contraído de la peor enfermedad imaginable.
Del mayor mal conocido por esta realidad.
Había desarrollado sentimientos.
La más terrible enfermedad del corazón.
Master / servantYou were a powerful giant/giantess who had servants do things for you but most of them fear you specially when they don't do you work but one servant you had dealing for so what we'll you do with him/ her
2) fall in love
18+ is allowed and u can choose more then one number
( no killing my oc)
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...
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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