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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,
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 3
A Lullaby wears White - part 3
The pressure in his lungs kept growing as Jeff struggled against the bonds. Once again, the second time in three days, he couldn't breathe. (F/n)'s weight pressed him down, making him unable to move completely while icy cold water was leaking down his chin and neck, soaking his off-white hoodie wet. The hose was stuffed in his mouth, sending strong and violent squirts down his throat. Just as he thought the blackness will surround him completely, the water stopped and hose was pulled out of his throat.
The killer leaned forward, vomiting the water contents into his lap, emptying his lungs. As soon as his coughing fit finished, a hand grabbed handful of his raven black hair and pulled his head up. He could feel some of his saliva sliding down his chin and combining with water. His wide eyes met (e/c) infernal orbs of his tormenter.
„Steady now, my little toy“, she spoke up, giving a grin and widening her eyes. „We don't w
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode
The following is a recording of a suicide note audio tape:
It's just a cartoon, they said. It's just a 2D drawing moving on screen, it can't harm you. Boy, they were wrong.
You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well, let me tell you quickly, since I just want to get this over with.
It happen a few weeks ago with my friends; *****, ******, ******, and **** (These bleeps here are the name of the person's friends. He, himself, who wrote this, has his own name censored due to legal reasons, the only thing we can tell you is that there were four males and one female) We were on an urban exploration – well, not an official one. We were into those things called “Lost Episodes” which were allegedly episodes from popular children cartoons that were either never aired or completely banned. Take the example: 'The Ren & Stimpy Show' which ironically does hav
Creepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future Tense
I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up, namely that I was still dreaming. I had to be. There wasn’t any other explanation for the spectacle that awaited my dazed eyes. An abnormally lucid dream to be sure, and I’d never had a lucid dream before but I was at least familiar with the concept. Everything seemed to be flawlessly material and factual, from the flickering red numbers on my digital clock-radio to the individual fibers of my cotton sheets.
But back on topic, you’re probably curious as to what I saw. First I’ll need to briefly acquaint you with the layout of my room. There’s a rather sizable full-length mirror positioned in a straight line across from my bed. Now, in addition to seeing the room itself reflected in the mirror, there was a most unexpected fellow dwelling within the mirror itself. I say “within the mirror” because he was only present as a reflection, facing outwards in a manner that s
XxX"Sir... Sir, we're getting hits everywhere." One programmer spoke into his phone, his voice shaking. Others around him kept an eye on the world map displayed on the huge screen in front of them. As each small, red flag popped up on screen, a new wave of panic swept the room.
"Sir, there's a hit in China."
Voices on the floor called out each new flag as it appeared on the screen, LEDs changing to an alarming crimson.
"Sir, the A.I, its... Its going global!"
Six months prior to going global
"They want a status update." The lead programmer remarked coldly to one of his colleagues, who quirked an eyebrow.
"They got one two days ago. Not much has changed."
"They're getting antsy. They want it done and online within the next few months." The lead programmer, Stephen, responded. "They're really starting to ride our asses. Its getting everyone on edge."
"We told them, it
Creepypasta: Last RegretsCreepypasta: Last Regrets
“A trial of courage.” Heh. Of all the things you could have been forced to do in order to be accepted as part of the popular crowd.
The phrase itself seems meaningless to you as you advance towards the Heinz family tomb, flashlight trained on the nameplate. Tombs are a common sight in Alpenview, seeing as how the loose earth makes digging graves impractical. A buried casket would shift and eventually be wrenched open by the natural movement of the soil.
You never should have mentioned to your “friends” the rumour you heard that the seal to this tomb had long since been rusted apart, likely as a result of shoddy craftsmanship. Not like anyone would ever notice or complain about the substandard work that went into the construction of this particular tomb.
After all, the whole Heinz family, comprising both parents and all four children, is entombed in there. Their entire household died in a conflagration of a house fire.
As you examine the
Japanese New Year Ritual (creepypasta)There is a ritual that originated in Japan, that allows you to get the answer to any question you ask.
On the last day of the year, do not partake of any food or water for twenty four hours. Do not go outside, and close all of your curtains. Do not sleep, either. At the stroke of ten o'clock, two hours before the new year, you must prepare a fruit basket with exactly one pineapple, three bananas, two apples, and thirty grapes. When you prepare the basket, you must cut your hand and allow yourself to bleed onto the fruit. Make sure you get blood on all of the pieces. Do not close your eyes while doing this. Do not dress your wound.
At the stroke of midnight, you must find the nearest forest, and walk deep into it until you find a clearing. Build a fire, and sit by it with the basket of fruit in front if you. You must sit there, and make sure the fire doesn't go out.
When the time is right, the wise one will appear out of the forest. He will be very tall and thin, almost twice as tall as
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
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
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