The King, the Creek, and the BerriesThe King, the Creek, and the Berries1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
There was a path behind his house- his castle- and beside it stretched a creek, from pole to pole in the small world around him. Getting there required the hiltless blade that he never left his quarters without. He sheathed its crumbling bark surface from his royal toy box. It was crucial to survival in the townhouse-filled kingdom, which was spilling with monsters whose glowing eyes and sharp teeth looked different to all alerted of their presence.
On the way there, he and his men passed by the Climbing Tree, the Playground Fortress, and worst of all, the cranky old lady's house. After all that, the final trial was slipping through the hole in the fence. He feared he would be caught, as this act was punishable by a whole day of grounding! But the delectable blackberries along the creek's edge were worth it every journey.
To the left was a long path that only once he'd dared ti take, but it was worthy of the travel. Blackberry basket in hand, he followed the path, accompanied by the fr
Dreams:: Trauma ShadowThis one is going to be different, and somewhat similar to Stupor Shadow. This wasn't a dream, unlike Stupor Shadow, this was a nightmare.Dreams:: Trauma Shadow1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I remember the place I was in, very vaguely. Everything seemed to be either nearly or completely colorless. Everything was in grey, or as close to grey as you could get, even my hands were colorless. I was standing on some ground, but it was like a giant island floating in an infinite grey sky. Palm trees were growing on the ground of the giant island, and behind me was a gigantic complex that looked like a mix of a prison and hotel. I remember someone was with me, by the giant complex, but I don't remember fully who they were. Maybe they were Ebba and Mårten?
I sat hunched near the edge of the giant flying island, by a palm tree, and I held something flat in my hand. It was like a picture frame with a picture in it, but the picture in it could move. The picture that was in the frame was something familiar to me, but what it was is completely b
Freedom Tornament War: Chapter 11Chapter 11 Blazing fightsFreedom Tornament War: Chapter 111 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
The blinding light had finally stopped, but I wasn't in the same place. I looked around and notice I was really high up, some sort of mountain.
"How did this happen?" I asked my self out loud, like I was expecting someone to answer. I started walking trying to figure out where to go, there must be some clue what to do. It was a big grass field. I could feel the ground shaking a little and in the distance I could see someone. It was a red bird, the one I saw her with Nipkin before. She must be Star, I guessed this is the first round. So I got started running looking around, before i knew it I was hit to the ground!
“Hello, Lilac” Arch grinned evilly.
"Not you!” I groaned. it was Arch, and he was about to attack again. I quickly jumped out of the way.
"Be a good girl and surrender quietly!" Arch snarled at me.
"I'm not going to let you win, Spade and I need to get out!" I retorted back.
"He's just going to back stab you in the end" Arch laughed
PeacePeacePeace2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
What an utterly pointless word…
Yet that is my point of view of course
but that word…what exactly does it mean?
I mean if you look up the exact definition of that word then all you get is some direct meaning of that word…
So if you want peace does that mean America is the central of peace and they are the peace keepers of the world and you must go and live there to have peace?!
No not really you can say that with any other country or nation really because if we all seek peace…Why do we find new ways to push each other's buttons, find more was to kill each other, and why do we have a strong sense of
Truck hitMy neck snapped with a jolt as adrenaline flooded throughout my body, every vein, and every beating cell that stuck to the walls of every thumping organ. Fear clouded over my eyes and blocked my mind from functioning among the situation. My arms that pulsated and throbbed in beat with my quick heart flung themselves over my jumping body. Which was squirming out of instinct from my mother’s growling.Truck hit2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
How many times have you blacked out, for either a split second or long period of time? How many times have you seen your life flash before you solid eyes and shrunken pupils? Among both It’s a sudden realization of fear, discomfort, distress, longing, something that makes you cringe from the sudden thought or process. Rarely, these body stopping activities happen to anyone. That is, unless you’re me, who gets them every hour of the day no matter what I’m doing. It snaps me awake and clogs my mind from thinking clearly, making my skull, muscles, and skin tissue expand
Il y a des matins plus agreables que d'autresJ’ai fait un rêve génial.Il y a des matins plus agreables que d'autres2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
J’étais perdue sur une planète inconnue, seule, perdue au beau milieu d’un océan, vêtue d’une énorme combinaison de kevlar blanche. Et pourtant, je ne m’étais jamais sentie aussi légère.
Il n’y avait rien autour de moi sauf de l’eau, à perte de vue. J’étais obligée de nager si je voulais espérer survivre. Je pensais mourir de fatigue ou noyée, au vu de ma piètre endurance, mais chaque fois que je faisais une brasse, je me sentais plus rapide, plus forte, plus déterminée à trouver un bout de terre ferme sur lequel me reposer. L’océan n’avait pas de fond, je ne voyais sous mes pieds que d’immenses algues danser avec la marée, et je n’avais pas peur.
Après quelques mètres, l’eau commença à descendre sous moi. Je ne voyais plus mon corps, ni même ne le sentais
I would like help with my science projectI would like help with my science project2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
For this year's science fair, I am doing a study on the creep and fear factor. Why am I putting this in a creepypasta group you ask?
Let me answer that.
Creepypasta is about sending shivers down the spines of our readers. Creepypastas are not killers. They truthfully are not. However realistic killers are creepypasta material. Such as Elska, created by Leaved . Elska is a perfect example of the creepiness in a perfect man. His looks are what make him perfect. However there's a flaw to every perfect. Stalker. I appreciate such a character that frightens me down to the bone. Every other character I've observed, to be completely honest, does not give me the sort of danger sensation.
Create that sense of anxiety and unsure fear in your characters. But now for the real thing I was here to speak of:
I would like for some of you to assist me in my science project. It can be anyone, I do not care. Everyone may participate. I ask one thing. Draw the creepiest thing you can think of.
back from beyond :: (to be continued...)I arrive home from my over seas mission & I'm met by a town car "excuse me Sir are You ___?" I look at the driver "that's me" , the driver gets out & opens the door in chauffer style then salutes , "the general wants You to get home safe".....back from beyond :: (to be continued...)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
.... the next afternoon I am at my mechanics getting my car repaired , as he wipes the grease of his hands my mechanic asks , "what happened Brian we both know You're a better driver than this" ,, *I sigh* , "I'm o.k. I'm just having some trouble adjusting to how things were re-done & re-made while I was gone that's all , just repair the car with quality parts & this weekend stop by for dinner" , as I walk home an adollecent dragon flies by , just then a breeze catches the dragons wings & cause him to wobble ......
....(forward to 2 years later)...
..I get home after a hard day commanding & drill the troops at mars base alpha-zeta 2 , as I enter the gate I see our happy but not so little dragon waiting there to greet me , I lean down to pet him "
Just smileThere are days, which are not really days.Just smile2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
They are stamped by sentences like " It was a huge mistake to get up today" or "I can't believe it".
These so called "Non-Days" are existing within two types.
First there is the "Absolutly Lucky Day", which happens normaly only once all 33,33333 years.
Because the absolutly lucky day is such a rarity, the most people see this kind of day already in a 2/3 lucky day (yeahhhhhhhhh, I have 4 right numbers within the lottery) or even in a 1/4 happy day (Hoooooooray the testing was negative).
Some people are just happy and in heaven no. 7 when they find two identical socks in the morning.
In any case you should put such a day deep into your heart and remember it when you conquer bad situations.
The exact oposite of the absolutly lucky day is the so called "The day I have been better stayed in bed" .
#53, 54 Sex Entry 10/1/2015 (XM)10/1/2015#53, 54 Sex Entry 10/1/2015 (XM)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I had been wanting to hang out just as friends for a while. After being with someone else I wanted to be with him again; the one I had been with for the past 2 years.
The night before I had planned to make a move.
Once I got to his house I went to his room. The baby was awake and we sat shortly, watching TV. I grabbed his groin and rubbed his penis through his clothes. He looked confused as we had agreed to stop the sexual part of our friendship.
I continued to rub while stopping as needed to pay attention to the child. When she was distracted I climbed over him as he was sitting up and sat on him, both of us fully clothed. He pressed his face to my chest as I rubbed on him. He said he didn’t think we would be doing this again. I agreed, unsure exactly why he didn’t think it would happen again. We stopped shortly as I continued to make advances from next to him. We cuddled for a bit until he moved.
On his back I leaned over him and pulled his dick from his pants.
prompt game n.o.9I ran in the direction of the scream.prompt game n.o.92 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Something bad must have happen for my uncle to scream.
He trained in special forces and was pretty tough;
I've never seen them loose control...
in my mind I was going over hundreds of scenarios..
..when I finally got to the kitchen
my uncle was perched on the stool
and on the floor in front of him was..
tiny white mouse eating crumbs happily.
my brother must have let his pet loose again.
Carefully I picked the rodent by its tail
and shot my uncle incredulous look
- what - my uncle shrugged - I was always scared of those little monsters
Lights! Camera! Action Shot! 1- Nightmare Moon ArcLights! Camera! Action Shot! 1- Nightmare Moon Arc2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
LIGHTS. CAMERA. ACTION SHOT!!
Hi! Action Shot here!
So, due to losing the ability to make videos and record stuff properly, I've moved my analysis here! For those who don't know, I'm Action Shot! The admin here created me and lets me analyze My Little Pony episodes!
Let's get to it!
You see, I want to do my favorite arc: the Nightmare Moon arc!
”Boo!!! GET OFF THE STAGE!”
Uh… now, no need to get angry! I will tell you why I like the arc.
I have to agree that it sucked. The plot moved too quickly and some of the element tests were… dumb. Especially AJ’s. It didn't show her honesty at all.
I guess we should get into the framework of the episode…
We start off with Twilight being the introvert she is. She takes joy in being alone. Unfortunately, the show paints that out to be bad, and it sort of is. She is neglecting her friends and just studies. That seems more antisocial than anything.
Anyways, she is desperate to
StrangersHer mother always told her not to talk to strangers, just like any good parent should. She would say, “They'll take you away in their van and do bad things to you”. As the girl grew older, the phrase never changed, it was always about the van and doing bad things. When the girl grew some sense with age, she would respond with, “Strangers don't always drive vans”. As the girl continued to grow older, she continued to provide her rebuttal, as it evolved with her mind. “In fact, everyone I don't know is a stranger. So, you're saying everybody wants to do bad things to me. I don't think that's correct.” The mother stopped using that argument after a certain point.Strangers2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
However, as technology has grown, we have gotten the ability to talk to strangers from all across the world. And that is exactly what the girl did every day. She was an avid member of an online chat room. She sat in front of her computer for hours on end, chatting away with people who could be
Of Marines and Fires: Summer NapThe week had been a long one. Calls coming in at a vicious rate no thanks to the drought conditions that had struck the area. So far he and the firefighters he worked with had been called to four house fires, a car fire, and six wearhouse fires. All--save the car-- started on the outside by dry brush ingiting. And all in a seeming consecutive pattern that was running the station ragged.Of Marines and Fires: Summer Nap2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Sleep was nearly little to none, with most cat napping when able to, either between breaks in fighting fires, or between calls. It was a surprise that no one had been hurt with the lack of full attention being given.
The station now sat in a lull, a much needed break before the next call that would call them out again. Mario was sound asleep at his desk, with most of the others napping in various areas. It was a break they needed. It was only a few hours later when Atticus found the older man and rousted him with a question.
“ave you seen Derik? I canna find ‘im.” Mario yawned, then bl
Mother and Child....with a baggage carrier.It was time for the rest of the family to make the migration to Pakistan.Mother and Child....with a baggage carrier.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
While my dad went through Moscow we took a more and longer route.
We went via the Far East.
My mother packed for the trip.
My brother was just past one year old and so ready to travel vaccinated for every disease known to mankind.
My uncle took care of my best friend......a shepherd chow cross name Smokie. I don't know who was sadder......me or him.
My mother loaded up enough clothes for me and my brother to grow to adults. These items carefully packed into giant shipping crates to make the sea voyage to us.
I was 12 when we headed over.....puberty awaited and I would be several thousand miles away when it did hit.
My mother carried my baby brother while I followed like a Bell Boy.
We flew Pan Am.......my does that ring of old times.
We flew out of Dulles International on United to San Francisco.
Oh my god, we nearly froze to death in mid August.
Finally after two days we loaded onto Pan Am and chased
Matthew TickledMathew is a 13 year old brown haired boy. We called him Matt for short. He wears a size 5 and a half shoe and loves to wear tank tops. He plays on his skate board all the time when he's not in school or on his trampoline. He and I were walking home after school a few days ago and he decided to come hang out with me for a bit. So after we got to my house he and I just ate a few snacks and watched some TV. As we watched TV I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was constantly slipping both of his feet in and out of his shoes. I couldn’t figure out why he was doing that. Each time one of his feet slid out I could see his sweaty ankle socks clinging to what I hoped would be two ticklish feet.Matthew Tickled2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I observed him doing this for such a long time that he noticed.
"What are you looking at?" he asked. I didn’t want to alert him in any way so I simply told him:
"I just stared off into space"
"At my feet?" he replied quickly. I was truly nervous. Matt started laughing and nudged my