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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,
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
Creepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like These
You aren’t normally one to suggest stupid outings for the sake of stupid outings, but you and your friends are equal parts bored and stressed about high school starting up again. What better way to de-stress than spending a night in an abandoned house on the edge of town that’s reputedly haunted? Okay, there’s probably many ways that are all better and far less convoluted, but screw logic, you and three of your friends have made the decision and that’s how it’s gonna go down. Errol is the only one who won’t be coming. He said he’d be pretty busy tending to something that came up, although he wished you, Avril, Nathan, and Gary good luck in your ghost hunting.
“You guys ready to get scared?” Gray sniggers as the four of you look upon the desolate structure. You drove your friends out here, seeing as you’re the only one whose parents let you use their car.
The boards over the windows have lon
Creepypasta: Third Eye BlindCreepypasta: Third Eye Blind
“How do you plead?”
“Please, your honour, he’s still waking up. Give him a chance to come to his senses.”
“Ah. Very well.”
Terrence blinked his unfocused eyes and tried to shut out the conversation but the voices persisted. This was impossible. He’d just blown his brains out with a hunting shotgun, so it stood to reason that he shouldn’t be able to hear anything at all. Was this a hallucination as his shredded cranium bled in torn fragments all over the wall of his neglected one-bedroom apartment? This was the only time he’d committed suicide, obviously, so he didn’t have much prior experience to go on, but this still seemed more than a tad abnormal.
His hope that this was a short-lived hallucination died fast as he realized the scenario around him was coming into focus, slowly but surely, as opposed to fading to black. He was in a courtroom setting, of sorts, seated at one of the tables in f
On A Day Like TodayA massive food shortage. The people in the cities are the first to go. Gradually, disease and starvation consume most of the farmers. People start the search for food.
A little girl with red hair and big, curious eyes heads to "the burbs" with her younger brother.
Her brother is stout, with brown, curly hair and chubby cheeks the size of peaches. His skin is olive-toned, unlike his sister, whose skin is as bright as the moon.
While walking to a nearby store, the pair notice famished, sickly looking bodies scattered here and there. One of them lies on a porch.
Porches. Porches that used to house smokers, and people who wanted to watch sunsets, and cats--big, fat cats, and old ladies who had no one better to be with than their big, fat cats. The thought made them sad, and just a little bit dreamy, because they wondered if they'd ever be as old as the old ladies with their big, fat cats.
And so they walked into the store to find everything from magazines to fruits to lamps to used fans. T
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s Origin
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough
I've Got YouHe was falling.
He made no audible sound as he did. Partly because fear had gripped his voice box to the point where he couldn't make a noise and the other half was that he would only get a harsh mouthful of saltwater in response to his cry.
The water was rushing closer to him. Fifty feet. Forty feet. Thirty feet. Twenty.
He had tried to twist his body to grip the edge if the cliff face beside him, but the rough-edged rocks just sliced through the thin skin on his fingers and palms, forcing to let himself just plummet down below.
It was crazy, really. The great Altair, master of assassination, was going to die. Not because of the fall he was taking, but because of his lack of being able to swim.
He was most ashamed of himself.
A small grunt came from his clenched teeth as he made contact with the ocean and right on impact, he began to sink. He bucked his legs upward, trying to stop his sinking but they just flailed, not doing anything to help him.
Ever since he was a child, he had alwa
Creepypasta: Dreams of the DarkCreepypasta: Dreams of the Dark
It’s always the same dream. Dark bodies, thousands or maybe millions of them, floating in darkness. Then the monster appears and they all burn from the inside out. I try to stop it, but I can’t.
Because I am burning there with them.
The subject appears to have been awake all night, although I checked in on her at the usual time for her morning nutritional supplement. She insisted she wasn’t hungry, although incentives were given to make her eat. The hallucinations appear to be continuing, although oddly enough brain waves seem to be completely normal so she obviously shouldn’t be seeing these “monsters”. I have concluded she is likely either delusional or toying with me.
Damn bitch. Has to make my life even harder by being so uncooperative. Log out.
I see them. They are no longer people. Their souls have been eaten by the Cold Watcher. That’s what he
Creepypasta: Innocence Proves NothingCreepypasta: Innocence Proves Nothing
Darkness is my friend. It hides me from the light, and shrouds the maze of scars on my body from the gaze of my sinner’s eyes. A maze, or maybe a map, showing the way to true insanity. If I wasn’t insane when I was thrown in this padded room and placed on a 24-hour suicide watch, after what could have been either a week or a year (time has little meaning in the dark) I am indeed resolutely insane now. Accused of a murder I didn’t commit, and damned until the end of time to this little slice of Hell.
But in a peculiar way I am grateful. I never noticed how beautiful the dark is. How lovely things are when you can’t see them.
I don’t know why there is no light source in my cell. No one ever checks on me, maybe a bulb burned out long ago and they just don’t know. The lone time that light, that Hellish light that bares my naked flaws for all to see, pours into my cell is when feeding time comes and they shove in a pl
The Distorted MirrorsPlease note that this is a biography of my encounters with some rather paranormal entities within my second grade year in elementary school. Now, I just want you to know that this all is indeed true, and it's going to be something I never forgot, and can remember vividly. Well, I guess I'll start with how this all started and stuff, and how vivid one's mind and imagination can be.
So, it was the second grade, like I said already, and I was quite the child, but I was cowardly at times, not that it's unusual or anything. Though at the same time, I did have some sense of bravery. It was when it was close to summer, I had exams, though I honestly cannot remember the name; not every detail was with me then, I'm afraid. Instead of being in a normal classroom like normal people, I was just mortified and reluctant to learn that I would be having to spend my week in solitude, and one thing I definitely don't like is solitude, even at that age; at that age, I was horrified of being in small room
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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