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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: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
Eclipse Part 17I looked over to see DM and Dove approaching.
“I could feel demonic presences…” DM commented, looking around. Dove stopped behind DM and smirked, looking over at me.
“Yeah…you COULD feel demonic presences…but not anymore…” I smiled and looked up at DM.
“Don’t worry DM, I took care of them. It was just a small pack…easily taken care of...”
I watched as Jack healed my wounds. The sensation stung and was hot, but doable. After a few seconds there was no longer any indication of trauma to my arm. I looked up at Jack whose vision was transfixed at the large moon looming over us. A slight breeze swept past us in our momentary silence. Jack blinked and looked down at me, his face hard.
“Sombaria…she is after you…” His voice sounded calm, but there was definitely an angry tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in confusion.
“……Who?” Jack’s fists tightened
I Was Broken
I was once broken. I was shattered, hurt, sad, and angered. My tears were running down my cheeks like minute waterfalls. My heart was ripped out, and torn apart.
But then the voices came. They came from the darkness and told me everything would be alright. They told me that I would get my revenge. That I would not feel this way anymore.
All I had to do was give in to the sadness and hate, and give my broken spirit to the darkness.
I was broken, but now the darkness holds me together.
I killed people... I am a monster... The voices told me I did it right, and they tell me to do more bad things, but it was not. This is not right. I hate it.
The darkness and I are one now. It will not go away. It is part of me.
I was broken, and now I am shattered.
My blood runs through my fingers so beautifully. It is the color of red roses. It is warm, and I can feel my own unsteady pul
A Real Vampire Love StoryMy husband and I are masters of the night. We are both vampires and are considered some of the finest and most renown.
I can kill in an instant and he can suck more blood than anyone. That's probably why he weighs 340 pounds and I am only 150. "Babe, it's time. This belly isn't going to fill itself." He groaned as he walked up to me while rubbing his grumbling belly.
"Awe. Don't sorry, sweetie. I will find you a nice refreshing meal!" I say, hugging him tight. "I hope so. I'm getting hungry."
"Want to come watch?" I ask him, twirling my hair with my finger.
"I wouldn't even consider going without you."
"Someone has to help clean up." I chuckle and head out to the streets of Las Vegas where we lived now. There was a supple food source here. There was so many criminals, prostitutes, and low lives that it didn't matter if we killed them.
Luckily it was Halloween and it was okay to dress like a crazy person. We didn't look that different from normal people. Our hair is dark and our skin is
Itching You have them. Everyone has them. Those little instances where a part of your body itches. It may be a small itch to shrug off or a big one that drives you insane. Whatever the case may be, they are normal, common things, so we all know about them.
But have you ever wondered about why we have them? About why they even exist even though they are a nuisance? That is even a question that stumbles scientists nowdays. However, to be honest, the answer is so simple.
You see, an itch is actually a warning sign to you. They warn you that you might or are in danger of something. Of course, your first instinct is to itch the bugger and get rid of it. Bad mistake. Itching means that you would rather ignore the sign, that it means nothing. It just leaves you more open to whatever it was that you were being warned of, whether something as a natural disaster or way of death, or even maybe a supernatual creature. Why would you ignore such a thing? Well, as ce
Haunting Memories I look back on my life right now and I shiver in fear...I was just a little girl, happy and smiling. One day i had received a package from my aunt Carrie whom i loved so very much, and within the package was a small little doll wrapped in a pale pink silk fabric. She had long coarse black hair made of yarn, simple black button eyes and a slight smile which was single thread stitched onto her face. She was wearing a simple bell shaped dress made out of the same silky fabric she was wrapped in. I hugged her close to me smiling, my aunt always gave me the best things. I set her back down beside me and started writing a letter to my aunt to thank her.
Thank you aunt Carrie! I love the doll so much she's so pretty! I think i'll name her Anna. Her dress is really pretty too! I wish i had one like her's that way we could match each other! I can't wait to see you aunt Carrie! I miss you!
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
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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