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gravity is broken
i can't find the exit
i'm lost in my own mind
nothing but darkness
though there isn't any darkness
because its like a black hole
sometimes there are flashes of colour
and images, words, memories
they go by so fast, so slow, so many, so few
that i am nauseated
my senses are off line but working over time
i can touch it,
feel it, taste it, smell it, hear it, see it,
and yet, i can't at the same time
maybe i'm just imagining them
but they feel so real, so alive
i hope they aren't dead
'am i blind?'
'am i numb?'
'am i dead?'
'or just a robot?'
i might be in space
because i can move but i just float
without control or movement
like gravity is switched off
and i'm glued to a spot mid-flight
i think i'm missing something
a thousand somethings
i think i've lost some
but i don't now what, when, where
'but i'm alone, so how could there be others?'
'or was it my imagination?'
Cream Tea or CoffeeOne of the most popular drinks in the world would possibly be one with may flavours.
Bitter, sweet, chocolate, lemon, delicious, just right, wake me up, strong, weak, lovely and a whole bunch of other senses.
You can put anything you like in it.
Sugar, milk, cream, chocolate, honey and all those sorts of things.
But you can do to same with coffee.
Maybe tea and coffee are twins.
I don't know.
But I like my hot chocolate better, thanks.
Haunted OceansThe sea was the colour of a aura from a blue and green mixed fish with white as snow, feathered wings.
The clouds above roared to life as snow, lighting, thunder, rain and winds the blew the ocean surface to giants shaped like wild horses running freely.
The fish jumped through the waves of the storm with glee.
Down in the deep below the creatures of the water slept through the madness above.
Whales brightly coloured sang along with the storm.
Their harmony bringing a beautiful duet to the tragedy of sailors lost in the wrecks that laid in the sands below that were dead but full of life.
Only the ones that love the taste of bones snapping and liquid that was red as wine spilling from the guts of other fish and sea life dared life with the haunted skeletons of ships that once crossed great oceans to boats that never returned home.
a p i r a t e ' s l i f e n o t f o r m e
"T-to be honest w-with you mate-matey," I nearly giggled, but pirates don't giggle, they go 'arrr'.
"I c-can't speak pirate-" I sipped my alcohol.
"-Or e-english," I pointed at one of the crew of MY ship in front of me.
I stared down the neck of a nearly empty rum bottle.
"I s-swear I had more rum th-then that!" I exclaimed.
The deck of my ship shifted under my feet making me feel dizzy.
I moved forward but instead I walked sideways unsteadily on two wobbly legs.
"Bloody ship! Making me w-walk funny!" I shouted in frustration.
I took a swing of my rum and breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Always hits the spot," I had a silly grin on my face.
"Captain?" One of my crew glanced at me.
"Yes? What is it?" I took another chug of my pirate drink.
I gasped and held my rum closely to myself.
"You want my rum? Don't you!" I accused.
"Well you can't have it! Because it's MINE!" I took out my sword and pointed it at my ship mate.
I took another swing of MY rum but only a drop touched my tongue
Commission - niXiecHan.I leaned up against the wooden shelve for support. On my tippy toes I slid the crimson, leather covered book with effort into an empty slot. It was a prefect match. I smiled to myself for my hard work was paid off.
I felt a chill go through me when the old, giant library doors slammed open with his voice outraged and a secret of a slice of worry.
"Where Is She?! Where Is Rena?!" Harpy Valentine shouted in fury at the head librarian. I grimaced at his anger he blew off at the head.
I peeked a good look around the last shelve that towered in the library at his raging feature. I hid back behind the book case. I couldn't just go out there and apologize.
I felt the ground shake from the weight of his pure black armor with a few bits of bright yellow and white here.
I stared downwards interested in the marble, tiled floor with the design of a cracked chess board.
The sound of his boots clicked together got closer and closer to the furthest book case. The volume of the boots went silent.
Commission 2 - Cybaster-Sama.His soul would get lost in those puppy eyes she wore so well.
The words were sweet holding her hands like a child.
The sides of her mouth curved upwards into a smile that he couldn't let drown.
"I love you," Rolled off her tongue like a song a bird would tweet each morning.
"I love you too," He whispered into her hearing.
He softly smiled, wrapping his arms protectively around her seemly fragile body.
Never wanting to let go what he loved the most.
Commission - Cybaster-Sama.Sage gave a faint smile. He wasn't ill or powerless, because a smile didn't come naturally to the pope.
Sage stretched out his hand to her face sweeping carefully a fragment of her dark lock away from her features. He gently rubbed his fingers against her smooth, rosy cheek.
Frowning he placed his hand onto his grand throne.
Kendora lightly picked up his hand placing it on her creamy cheek with both of her welcoming hands giving support.
"Please?" The words were tender.
Sage soften to her loving touch that gave off a pleasurable sensation every time she affected him.
Kendora closed her shadowy brown orbs in satisfaction as she sank deeper into the raw warmth of Sage's hand.
"....Kendora...." The whisper repeated itself ghostly through the muted room which only held the pair in that moment of time.
Her harden brown orbs gradually flicked open to the perfect sound of his voice ringing around her head.
Kendora lifted her refreshed thoughts and collected her silky lips together in a perfec
Chapter One. Axel's Revenge?Chapter One of Axel's Revenge?
It was late and the wind was howling. Axel, a light blue and light green, small turtle held up a dangerously, sharp knife that shined as he walked, stalking the halls. Silent the house was and only that the power had went out, that it was quieter than a mouse and nothing, but darkness was seen, except for golden yellow eyes, with a knife in the creatures hand as it evilly grinned as it neared Rome's bedroom door.
Rome, a fish colour blue skin and his red crown, resting on his desk in the darkness, while he slept a peaceful dream, drawing the wind howling and silence of his soft breathing.
The bedroom door, creek hauntingly open and a golden yellow eye peeked in through a small crack between the door and door frame. His blue hand pushed the door open a little bit more and his eyes shined as he walked closer to Rome's bed, with Rome sleeping on it in a mess of covers and his foot caught in one of the covers.
Album- Three Of A Kind. :D*Album- Three Of A Kind!
*First Song- You Will Sing With Me!
Sushi is made out of fish,
come and sing with me,
I am not bored,
I am just singing randomly,
Seaweed is not good for you,
but fish eye balls apparently are,
Sometimes I lose my mind,
but I can make you scream,
every time I say "Boo",
Though it does not work,
just come and sing this with me,'
I know I am being weird,
but that's what happens if,
I am me,
Have you heard?
That Santa and the cookie monster,
are planing to take over us,
But we are to smart,
for I am not stupid,
I just happen to sing weirdly,
Now just come and sing with me,
Even if I have no reason,
you will come and sing with me.
*Second Song- Watch your step!
Potatoes are good with cheese,
so why not just salad than?
I know is doesn't make sense,
but we invaded mars,
aliens are now on the loose,
I can't believe we don't have a city,
but even if we renamed a country,
we haven't got any more names,
I saw a place,
Creepypasta: It Never EndsCreepypasta: It Never Ends
I ask you a question, what is right and what is wrong? You might say something like murder is wrong, and dying for a just cause is right. But in the end, how are the two different? They each involve death. Which brings me to my main point: all life depends upon the ending of another’s to exist. Even humans must eat plants and usually animals, and in some odd cases other humans as well. Life could best be portrayed as an endless staircase, constantly turning back in on itself in a quantum Mobius strip. Remember that all life exists solely because it caused another life pain at some point, which in turn had inflicted pain to life before it. That is a central theme in the story I will tell you.
First, proper introductions are in order. I am Sin, with a capital S. I could best be described as the abstract concept of violating the natural order that we call sin, given sentience and a semblance of form. I make my presence felt every day in the life of every m
innocencelast night, i dreamt the devil
tried to slaughter me with a
train. the tracks began at the
back hall and ended at the front
door, pouring outside. how these
things appeared in my home, i cannot
he was not the caricature you may be
imagining; oh, no. he was perhaps
as old as the boy who died this winter,
roughly twenty five summers. ebony
curls sat wickedly on his ears, and his
eyes were two lumps of coal and fire,
sharp enough to paralyze.
i locked him in the garden, eventually.
he found a way back in, of course
(being the devil must have perks).
i retrieved the pocket knife the colour
of motor oil from my nightstand
and stabbed him three times, in the belly.
he bled out all over, staining the picture
frame, the carpet, the wallpaper. i imagined
it was sin, not blood; that i was healing, not
but it was blood; he was human, after all.
as they took him away to the hospital, i watched
him grimace in pain. guilt seeped through my
skin like coffee th
Creepypasta: Mirror, MirrorCreepypasta: Mirror, Mirror
Humans are vain, self-absorbed creatures. If I, once a trusted angel and now a Daemon of myth, am aware of that, then surely they know it on at least some basic level too. My eventual corruption and fall from grace should come as no surprise; I suspect Adonai himself always had his doubts in my purity. I am after all in a prime position to see them at their most selfish and otiose as well. You see, I am a shapeshifter who dwells in the space between the mirror and the reflection.
In my newfound role I stalk my chosen victim through the reflective surfaces in his or her abode. I imitate their every movement as they preen in front of my chosen mirror. I look on from the polished surface with disgust as they bitch and moan under their breath about first-world problems. And just when I can’t stand them any longer, that is when I start to have my fun.
I begin to purposely put flaws in my imitation, and as they look at me thinking they see their own reflecti
MonsterSince you were a child
you have been checking your wardrobes and under your beds for monsters
But what you don't know that there already is a monster in your life
Always following you
Always with you
Until you die
I guess you don't know what I'm talking about right now
We humans forget that there's a monster inside all of us
Locked in a cage in your head
For the right moment for you to snap and break open the cage for it so it can take control
That monster is our insanity
A raging beast that is inside of us all
But one day cage will break
And the beast will be released for it to rampage
Because I askedThe fingers were now black, stained with blood. I sighed as I curled them back into a fist. I’m inside The Black Forest Asylum, hiding in one of the many janitorial closets. My arm’s bleeding profusely, due to its recently impaling, thanks to the demonic little girl I just met a couple of minutes ago. I place my hand back on the wound, trying to apply pressure.
Why? Just why? Why can’t I have an easy day? Just once!
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I hear the girl’s playful, yet sadistic, voice.
I groan, Please…give me five minutes! I keep quiet, hoping that maybe she’ll walk past the room where the closet I’m currently hiding is in, but I already know that’s asking for too much.
I hear the door open shortly followed by footsteps, enter the room. I hold my breath, trying my best not to make a sound. As I do, I silently curse The Sender for bringing me here.
“I can smell your fear…” I hear
Creepypasta: LogicLara sat upside down on the sofa. Her long, curly black hair was hanging down, brushing up against the hardwood floor.
“Lara, your mom doesn’t like you sitting like that.” Her father said, looking up from his book.
Lara had to struggle to get to a normal position. She wasn’t quite used to missing half of her left arm yet. “So…” She started, shifting on the leather couch to find a comfortable position. “When is she going to get here?” Lara’s mom had left to pick up a new child. Literally. After the long and tedious adoption process, it was time to pick her up.
“Should be soon…” He replied, glancing down at his watch. “Remember what we told you. Don’t-“
“-ask about the scar. I’m nine, I remember things Daddy.”
The bolt lock on the front door clicked and the door swung open. “I don’t want you see you tracking dirt in the house- I’ve heard you’re pretty
The Virtual Reality Experiment A few years before the time this writing took place, there was an experiment to see if a phenomenal invention could potentially revolutionize the world of video games forever.
The invention was a virtual reality console that would actually put eager players into the game so they could vividly experience it instead of just play it. It sounded like something from Science Fiction, but the developers had spent years building it.
The console was to be called the “Immersion”, and it would have instantly made every other console obsolete. It wasn’t like the kind of system where you have to wear a visor over your eyes like the Oculus Rift and still hold a controller. It would have generated an entire virtual world unlike any other before it for players to explore. The game would generate sounds, smells, sights, even a temperature. Once the gamer began playing, it was as if they had stepped into another world for an
CreepyPasta/ can you see them?Close your eyes. Can you see them? Count yourself lucky if you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Ever since I was little, I could see “things”. No, I’m not crazy, or a schizophrenic. It’s kind of hard to explain, but when I close my eyes, I see them. Them, being what I call, “bits”. I call them bits because they’re just bits and pieces. They haunt me. Torture me. I’ll tell you about them, if you let me.
When I was a child, I had a very wild imagination. Being that I would easily scare myself into thinking there was a monster under my bed. I would imagine the most fucked up things, and they would plague my mind until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I wouldn’t say that this is the result of what’s happening to me now, but it does have something to do with it.
Anyway, I would see things when I closed my eyes. The bits… they’re kinda… scary… I guess. If you could call a darkened
Puppet On His Strings (Tickler's Orgin!!)It was a cold, rainy night. People walked the streets in jackets and trench coats, holding umbrellas with all kinds of designs, trying to keep themselves warm and dry. Cars and taxies passed by on the streets, trying to reach their destinations to get out of the depressing weather.
There, in the crowd, you could see a mop of natural red hair, standing in the rain, his head down, getting soaked from the rain. Charles Troy Bernstine was his name. He sniffled, and sneezed, his body shivering from the cold. He didn't care if he was going to get sick or not. He was too depressed to care about anything at all, as he remembered the events that had happened a few minutes ago:
"Charles!!" she gasped, as the boy that was hovering over her quickly rolled off of her, hiding under her cream yellow sheets. Charles continued to stand there and watch, eyes widened in horror, his brain still trying to process what he had just witnessed. The girl had quickly got up, frantically grabbing at her cloth
u n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m s
But it still feels like silence.
With whispers of tiny voices that are louder then a truck horn, but didn't make a sound.
I stared at the chocolates.
They're just daring me to.
Giggling at what an idiot I am.
I swear they are.
I glared at the seemly innocent four blue, two brown and one green m&ms.
My right eye twitched as a blue m&ms moves just an inch.
Those evilly delicious little chocolates.
I pick up a brown m&ms carefully with my right hand, index finger and thumb.
I bought the tiny bit of goodness to eye level.
I held the m&m upside down making a 'W'.
"Any lasts wishes?" I grinned.
The chocolate didn't reply.
I was about to eat the m&m when I heard it.
I stopped and glanced at the angel like m&m.
"I must be going mad,"
I shrugged and plonked the small chocolate in my mouth.
Cracking the outer shell the m&m I swear I could hear screams and cries for help.
I sucked on the bitt
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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