Creepypasta: StarvingThe following audio was found in a house in New England. Where in New England is not important. The audio came from a tape recorder, and found in the house was a young girl's body, no older than seven, with a bullet in her head. No other bodies were found that day:Creepypasta: Starving4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm recording this because people need to know what happened. There is a little girl in a bedroom two doors away, sound asleep. But she's not a little girl. It
"I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Look, my name is George Marston. Me and my wi "
The voice stops for a moment as the man on the tape starts to cry. After about ten seconds he stops, as if listening to something in the background. For a good minute there is no audio at all, and finally, the man starts up again.
"I was married I should say my wife has been dead for oh God a week now a-anyway, we had a daughter, and named her Sherry. And when when she was seven she she died "
The voice once again stops, but rathe
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Gestations of grammar
Lunging latitudes and losses of linguistics
I've turned over matters of matricide
And thirty-year projections of politics
I've been attending the universal university
The othering outpost of educational merit
Disguising degrees in pretty pamphlets
That will do nothing to further your career
At the end of my days, I will be qualified to quantify
The importance of your lives and your words
And tell your head from your toes
Then I will tell you that you've confused the two
And remark how you should start studying ergonomics
It's all pretty practical, you know.
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I hide fear.
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Message not received
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The day that Shel Silverstein fell up.
It was wondrous and frightening
And he was getting sick with it
I reached for his hand
As the tiny pieces of the glimmering sky
Came forward to break around us
The darkness and stars were looming
He wouldn't look down.
"The sky is falling!"
He cried out in horror.
I stretched out my fingers
To take hold of his shirt.
He was in a cold sweat,
His brows bunched together
"No, Shel!" I told him,
Fighting hard to make my voice loud
Against the brutal wind
"The sky isn't falling, we're rising!"
But just as I said it -
Not so sure that he heard it -
He threw down.
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You Left me
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lengths and lengths of clear plastic, coiled
Everything smells like sickness and death
The chattering in the hall speaks of death
I sweat sickness from every pore, I can't
I can't concentrate
The paneling on the wall looks like you, drowning
The water pitcher sweats disease
Panic at 3:00 am when breathing's almost impossible
Watching Adult Swim all night
It's down the rabbit hole, here, things happen quickly
but the clock doesn't keep up
I hear a tune about the little puppet boy,
the one who woke up, the one who took dares
The one who turned his head too late and woke with pieces missing
Without the grey-eyed girl from good Illinois stock
The one who lived too large to die but did a little each day anyway
One day he coughed it all up
into coils and coils of plastic