CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 1CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 17 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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, let’s 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
CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 236.) Never do anything after 2am.CreepyPasta Survival Guide Part 26 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
37.) Show appreciation toward your local gravekeeper, they’re the ones keeping the undead in their graves, you know.
38.) If you ever find yourself at a cemetery and you hear a bell, look for it. When you find the grave with the bell. Crush the bell.
39.) If a clown gives you candy, don't fucking eat it.
40.) Never trust circus people
41.) If you find a mysterious circus and the ringmaster let's you in for free, don't go in.
42.) Don't buy shit like electronics, dolls, toys and strange looking boxes at yard sales and flea markets. You don't know where they've been.
43.) If you see a blue guy with blue tentacles, there's a 50/50 chance he's a monster guy who will kill you or a super cool voice actor with a sexy voice. If you make the wrong choice on the wrong blue guy, that's on you bitch
44.) Stay clear from scarecrows. Those are scary motherfuckers and if you look at them the wrong way they'll skin you alive
45.) It would be smart to get yo
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Tank is What They ShoutHuge hulking mass of super-human muscleTank is What They Shout5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grunting and growling like an ape or a bull
You won't survive if we get in a tussle
I'll kill you with ease, you scrawny dumb fools!
Shooting at me like madmen, running all over the streets
Your puny little guns won't hit like a car!
Smacked at you like a toy; with ease from afar
Two of you down at one time, knocked back on the concrete
Other infected run at you, getting in my way
I don't care for their help, I'll smack them away!
Your little team is doomed to die by my fists!
Another four names to be added to the lists!
I run to you incappacitated whimps
Pounding you, beating you, until you grow limp
Your friends are still shooting away, but all in vain
One of you's gone, now I'll end your pain!
Two of them dead at my feet, the others yell and cry,
Out their friends' names, but they're about to die!
They should have run, left them, but no, they had stayed
An idiot's mistake, thinking the hurt could be saved!
Now they run backwards, trying desper
Darkness and LightDarkness and Light6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That which divides these two is rarely thought of.
It is known as twilight and all who follow this path are doomed.
While evil may kill without cause and righteousness flounders in hypocrisy.
We of the line can see.
We understand why the killer will take a life and we understand why others must catch him.
Twilight is forever torn between the two.
Neither yet both at the same time.
We are dark enough to see how the blade cuts flesh and yet tears will be shed over the l
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?Caught by a Smoker5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri
Love hadron colliderBlacklight beginning.Love hadron collider5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million light years
between one particle of dust
A slow, tenacious pull
bend to the craving will
of the cosmic unconscious.
At these scales
time stretches thin like spider silk,
of its origami
at an intersection point
along its infinite lines,
two particles romance
and beacon their mutual
New light waves
Dust storms rise,
converge and coalesce,
at their focal point
and turn to billion-year
until they finally generate the heat
of every human body.
The absurd notion
that we were created
from the flaming atoms of this inferno
matters less than you would think.
The important thing
is how unlikely it is
that it could transpire.
We are dust on stellar winds,
set below an artificial horizon.
We can only telescope
has cost us our immediacy.
But we gained
the ability to lo
Jockey's Glee"Jockey, Jockey!"Jockey's Glee5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They scream at me!
I meet them with a smile,
But they're never happy to see me!
Let's play a game, I know just what to do;
I'll hop on your back, and try to steer you!
Let's see just what fun we can have,
While I scratch at your face with my pretty, clawed hands!
Oops! I've run you into the fire!
Oops! I've run you into a crowd!
Oops! I've run you off of your higher,
Vantage point so we can all take you down!
Oops! I've run you into burning goo!
Oops! I've forced you over to the crying Miss!
Oops! I've lead you to my friend the Tank,
And now he'll punch you to itty-bits!
What fun, what fun, we shall always enjoy!
And now that you're broken, I won't play with you anymore!
I'm off, I'm off, to find my next friend!
So we can play the same game, all over again!
Acid, Acid"Pocket full of posiesAcid, Acid5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the rosies
We all fall down..."
My pretty little smile
Says, "Won't you stay a while?"
I'll use acid, acid
To make you stick around...
But digits on your triggers
Unlike the rings around my fingers
And with acid, acid
I'll make you all fall down...
Burning pretty green goo
Spreads just like the morn dew
It's acid, acid
To make you all slow down...
With pockets full of bottles
And weapons that you coddle
Don't help when acid, acid
Makes you all fall down...
Pretty Spitter's pigtails
Love to dance when she trails
Survivors while her acid, acid
Drips along the ground...
Spitter dear goes bye-bye
Because the bullets flied-flied
And killed her and her acid, acid
Burns her body down...
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my handsThey Screamed Witch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
The origin of flame warsWhen people sayThe origin of flame wars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their silly things,
All the words consist of letters,
all the letters were born from sounds,
all the sounds emerged from mutated throats,
all the mutated throats were silent once,
all the silence still meant violence,
all the violence was quickened in life,
all the life was inspired by heat and stones,
all the heat and stones were once
With such a pedigree,
our burning hearts
are still the savage tools
in our hairy hands.
Our communication skills
the screeching sounds
of egos grinding
against our limits.
Yours never wasYours5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never will be
what the fuck was i thinking.
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo
Unburial songOld songsUnburial song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a new tune
and I keep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me.
And I begin again.
Try not to sin again.
to a new moon
I go deep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me
late ego trip
We can't live forever,
so let's sin it up together:
:you overwhelm me:
Against the gaping mawI atoneAgainst the gaping maw5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for every stupid
(do daydreams at night
deserve a name?)
I atone with every waking moment.
They will never leave me be;
the dirty fingers. The shadow figures in my bed.
Playing shadow figure games I can't make out.
The crawlers on the walls. I think the TV is still on
when it never is
for every song I sang
when the audience was long gone
and the leaves were fleeing.
I have the worst timing in the wor
In the black cups I find my nectar.
It pours out of me when I try to swallow it back
again and again. The logic compels me
again and again.
I hear the sound of countless tiny waves
in the cup nation
The days blast into my face
like jet time.
Sometimes you tell me
we're having sex. Sometimes
you're not there. My skin
is peeling and I think of petals.
I am a raw man underneath.
I feel my body with
too many hands.
I want the other ones
I think the TV is off now,
Dark sea, no bottomAnd I amDark sea, no bottom5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out to swim -
no sand in sight,
and I am
a heavy thing
high, I am
because I know
always a way
ahead and out.
All that remainsAll that remainsAll that remains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the rest of your life
is keeping skulls and bones
above the ground.
And my eyes hurt
from strobe days
the sun is all flash
All that remains
is to use up your senses
so that you can
learn and forget.
And my heart beats
no sense into me,
my visions of the moon
All that remains
for the rest of your life
is finding the path to
whatever you are the most.
CytosaurName: Cytosaur (Unit009, AMMO Base 009, Cyborg009, S-9, Subject 009, Bachosaurus)Cytosaur5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Cyborg Phytosaur
Alignment: Lawful Heroic
AMMO Rating: Potential rating of 7 Threat level of 2
Height: 58 meters(horizontal stance) 85 meters(Upright stance)
Length: 120 meters
Mass: 99,999 tons
Cell Lizard- The octagon shaped scales on the kaiju's sides give him his name, they also give Cytosaur his infamous defense. Infused with a rare form of compound metal named 'Octocytanuim', the interlocking scales might only be on his sides, but the rest of his hide is no less armored. Even the phytosaur's underbelly is covered in small pebble shaped scales that act as chainmail. There is not spot on the massive reptile that is not covered in some form of plated armor. Before he became a cyborg, Cytosaur was a living tank that took on other heavily armored reptiles and won. With his natural shield reinforced acros
A Kiss On The ForeheadHumming bird,A Kiss On The Forehead5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time;
Rhetorical SarcasmDon't you justRhetorical Sarcasm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So Vaini always thinkSo Vain5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that what you write
is about me
Thoughts from the terminusIn the endThoughts from the terminus5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I boarded the first train destined for the future.
Luggage light and no distracting thoughts.
Whatever would be should be.
I have always been a safe passenger,
the world has smoothly passed me by;
beautifully fenestrated walls
framing the faces and places
rushing past my shaded escape
in mutual illusion like celluloid strips.
At the transit station
I should have checked the itinerary
and felt the parabolic apex of the ground
beneath my eager feet.
Chasing towards my pointless destination
without a single station puncturing the way
I stay on track for my personal decay.
Still, I clench the rabbit's foot and open my pristine eyes:
nothing derails like waking up and finding yourself
naked and leashed.
I quake my existence in rebellion.
I am thrown off the last train I will ever board
In the impact crater
my mind and body break and mend again.
I can take my first true steps for the rising sun.
Dazed and fazed I climb the nearest rise
and find the uncharted hills bec