Jeff The Killer PROLOUGEJeff The Killer PROLOUGE3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
PROLOUGE:GO TO SLEEP
Jeff lay their on his dusty couch and strocked the bloody knife that he held close to him. He placed the murder weapon on the ground and began to rise from the couch. He looked around his child-hood home and admirred his work. Jeff's brother and both of his parents lay on the floor, each in their own pool of blood. Jeff stepped close to his mother's now lifeless body and stared into her pale eyes. "Time to go to sleep guys. It's getting late" Jeff said with a slight giggle afterwards. He slowly walked to each of the body's and closed their eyes. It was the least he could do. Jeff grabbed his things off of the kitchen table and headed for the door. "Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Bye Liu!" Jeff closed the door behind him and headed off to school.
Jeff the killer OMORASHI storyOK SO TIZ IZ JEFF OMORASHI STORY SO I GOTZ BOREDJeff the killer OMORASHI story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
One fine day,Jeff was taking Smile.dog for a walk.He decided to bring a water bottle for his eyes and for thirst quenching.He walked to the park and stopped.He reloads he was super DUPA thirsty.So he grabbed the water bottle from his bag and drank the whole bottle.He threw the empty bottle in recycling bin.Then he continued walking.About an hour later,he felt a little pressure in his lower abodomen. He had to urinate.But,his apartment was a 2 hour walk away.But he figured he could walk deep in the forest and urinate there.So he started to walk to the forest.But then he remember there was a forest festival so it might be hard to find a spot to urinate.He just walked some more instead and ignored it.But soon the pressure turned from a dull ache to a full stinging sensation.So he started to run to the park to see if they had restrooms.While running he almost choked Smile.He ran so fast he must have been flying an inch off the ground.He fina
Jeff The Killer The Movie PT 3[Troy drives into San Fransisco. He parks his car in front of a Tech Support Building. He enters the building preparing to be interviewed. As he enters, he see's a man with long, black hair and a white hood looking down. He backs off thinking that it is Jeff. The man then raises his head and Troy see's that it is not Jeff. He then walks into the building. In the alley, Jeff is sitting in the box. He then decides to get out. He walks through the alley and past a gang.]Jeff The Killer The Movie PT 33 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Gang member: Hey you. What makes you think you can just walk into our alley huh?
[Jeff looks at them. They are horrified by his appearance.]
Gang Member: Look man, its cool, okay. Sorry we bothered you.
[They run away. Jeff walks around the city and stops to at a light to cross the street with a crowd. As he crosses, he notices a kid that looks like Liu walking past him. As he gets to the other side, he walks towards an alley, sits down, and cries due to the memory of killing his family. Back at the Tech Support Building,
Eaten Crystal - StoryEven though this story isn't true, it's very interesting to read! After I read so many creepypasta stories, I thought I should make up my own and make my own game of it by going to a website and download the Pokemon Crystal version game and mess with it. Then I would make a video of it and post it on YouTube. I'm not exactly sure if I would be able to make it playable and download-able for others so I'll ask my friend to help. Otherwise, enjoy this creepy story!</b>Eaten Crystal - Story4 years ago in Settings More Like This
I came back from school and it was a FREEZING walk. While I was walking, I found a Pokemon Crystal Version on the ground. Awesome! I haven't played this in a while! I went inside my house and finished my homework quickly. When I was done, I grabbed my Gameboy Color and put the game cartridge inside it. It started normally like any other retro Pokemon game did. It led me to the menu (new game, continue, etc.). I clicked "CONTINUE" to see what the previous person did. I was in route 29, with its usual music. Though
MariusSpoilt yet unspoilt, and with that head of yellow hairMarius3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
you made your history, writing;
A gift which few people shared.
Your innate courage, your fire
and the blue Gallic eyes that laughed, and
admired the Roman architecture, and
poured the wine, whilst deep in another debate.
The perfect modern man. The Roman.
The illegitimate yet pampered child;
happy and interested in the Ancient, the un-Roman,
the man with his keen, brutal intellect who
stared so provocatively at you across the wooden table.
Marius! Keeper of Those Who Must Be Kept!
The old God rising from the tree to flee,
Down into Egypt. And they were there,
the most ancient, the eldest, the most fearful,
who wanted you to take them away from
all who would not worship them as they deserved.
You kept them as Gods. You let them know that
they were still worshipped; the incense burnt
and your Pandora came before them, so fair
so young. Had she been one of you before?
Had she felt the thirst, seen the horrors of the world
Missingno. ReportMissingno. Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Missingno. (the Glitch) is a mysterious life form that has managed to change the face of the Pokémon world all by itself despite the fact that it is almost never seen today. Spread across the world in places that no one would ordinarily imagine, Missingno. and its cryptic children are a deadly reminder of what the human race is capable of producing in the worst of cases and is something that all trainers, regardless of their experience, should stay far away from for the sake of survival. They might not be anything more than freakish beasts that are pointless and rare enough to be of little concern, but underestimating these monsters is about the worst mistake that anyone could make; come across one and refuse to leave, and you too will learn to fear the cybernetic abominations that are the corrupted children of man and machine!
The origins of Missingno. date back to the year before the Porygon Project was completed and serve as a good example of why biology and science rarely work
GabrielleMore, yes one moreGabrielle3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I beg you, I whisper to you
As the third faceless human of the night
Drops to my feet
More, I beg shamelessly
And you only smile
Catlike predator, glorious and gold!
My son, my lover
My victim and my pride.
Anger veiled and destruction personified
Callousness masking the red tears
Who is she?
The gold in my hair is never to continue fading
Your summer-sky-blue eyes eternally bright
(that morning, with the wolves- I choked on my heart.)
And my hunger for the world rises anew.
You call me cold
My hunger legendary
Passing the blood to me in such a sweet kiss.
Were we ever really son and mother?
Kith and kin?
To my heart, we were always one
My veins bleed only hunger now
My heart beats only sanity
Your lips promise me luscious eternity
One more sleek white mortal throat.
Never before, nor now
Can I hide my love- love between two devils in hell!
Ah, my Lestat, how I love you
and you merely laugh and click your gilded heels
and take my arm in t
DarlingDarlingDarling3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I want nothing more than to see you smile
But I cannot do this any more!
You are young in body, and your mind hungers for more
Than just a relationship between father and daughter
The lace nightgown, that hungry look in your eye
The misery I see when you
Strike down another beautiful young woman
"with endowments you'll never possess!"
And I see your hatred
Preserved in pearls
Taffeta and satin, made with the finest child's cut in Paris.
I want nothing more than to give you your wish
I love you! That's the part of it
I hate the most, the fact that the lines between
Child and adult are so blurred
"Tell me, what was it like, making love?"
And you do not care really
When my face contorts with pain
That is not thirst from the kill.
Do I take too many liberties? Kissing
Cheeks like plums, from that enchanted forest where
No fruit falls
Those butterfly-eyelashes, silken on your cheek
And the bell-voice
"Where is mamma?"
That haunts me whenever I see you.
Chapter 1Chapter 1Chapter 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
It's a cold dry night in a dense dead forest. Trees sway and push the wind toward the south with their raised white finger tips. A group of men and followed by a young girl in chains follows underneath. You can hear the muffled screams and cries of the girl from a mile away but no soul is around to hear. She struggles to free her arms but they're tightly bound with a strong rope. She bites and gnaws at a dirty bandana covering her mouth. The small group stops suddenly, the girl still crying, looking in all directions. The forest goes quiet. Everyone's alert, they draw their swords and form a circle around the small child. A rustle in the bush alerts one of the armed men; he lunges and swings his sword toward it. The man gasps and from behind seems to glow a low violet. He screams and flails as his body is contorted and shrunken into nothingness. The glow comes from some sort of trident that retreats back into the foliage. The other men hurl shuriken into the direction where t
A Torn PhotographWho am I to forget?A Torn Photograph4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The silent screech of the flicker light of silver upon breakable skin, to tear the body from the originality that it was once created in - a cleansed body that only trapped and bubbled innocence. The bodies are agile and graceful in the quick movement of the pain inflicted. For the smooth blade is made to cut thin scrapes of flesh that resembled the body's own - the ragged doll in vision will slowly reform once again into the tainted photograph of blood and sin, but put together wrong, disabled physically into ugliness and memory.
The candles are nothing but a mere symbolic icon of the flicker of light that died in silence, suffering in silence and the heat bestowed upon by a hand that carelessly burned its essence - the waxy fluid that falls reminds the hand of broken memory, of hot, thick tears of silent suffering that still burns through the essence - the candle reformed and the reformation of broken grace is perhaps the most beautiful memory of sil
Jet set Radio-Ghost stories 6Jet set Radio-Ghost stories 64 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"UGH! what was that?" Yoyo jumped back bumping into a tree
"Its a Patch of wet Clovers" Corn was now used to Yoyo asking him what everything was
after all, when your blind and barefoot, your imagination becomes your sight
Corn really wanted one of the girls to show up and help him out with The blind boy
for he less then wanted to hold a Sixteen year old boys hand through a gloomy forest
"Agh!" Yoyo stumbled over the high roots sticking up from the ground
Using his arms, Yoyo kept himself from completely falling to the wet soil
he actually did well at keeping his face from harm
"OUCH!" pulling his hand up from the moist forest floor, Corn looked back at Yoyo now Blowing on his hand in pain
"I fell on a Pinecone" swingging his hand up and down
Corn walked up to Yoyo and looked at where he'd fallen
"Um, Yoyo. that was actually a piece of Glass" Or to be more percise, a broken alchehol bottle
"WHAT! Your Kidding right? Please tell me your Kidding"
Corn Thought ve
The Invitation to the leagueThe New League of Extraordinary GentlemenThe Invitation to the league3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
During the times after World War One, there has been a list of murders in Great Britain that targeted the citizens. The queen has sent lead detective and Doctor, John Watson to your exact location. You have and many others have been requested by the queen to come at once in hope of stopping these Massacres. We heard of your Infamous reputation in Britain, but matter not all matters shall be forgotten if you do this task, if you decline though you shall be taken into custody and be sentenced for your crimes. We as well know who your brother is. Whether he's dead or not you shall be taken responsibility for his actions. We understand you won't join even if we bring you into custody so we shall make it worth of your time. You shall be paid five thousand for each case and each objective that you accomplished. The matters are Paranormal and Supernatural.
The reason you have been requested is for your skills in mechanics and skills le
Chapter 2Chapter2Chapter 24 years ago in Settings More Like This
The warrior swiftly grabs the girl and she is thrown on top of his shoulder. The man strikes an odd battle pose and his eyes start to glow a deep violet. He whips out his staff, points it forward and runs straight at an alarming speed. "What're you doing? Put me down you lunatic," screams the girl. He aims down a rock farther down the trail with the tip of his staff. Some sort of glowing projectile is launched with a swirling trail of light following it. The girl is in shock and speechless. The wind picks up and at the face of the rock, the glowing orb impacts with a warped bouncing sound to it and hovers in place. Picking up speed the warrior launches his staff forward. The sphere expands and starts to shake violently. "Ready?" says the strange man, his staff ricocheting back into his hand. Before the girl can even reply he jumps into the ellipse. Upon entrance everything is distorted the girl can't make out anything she is seeing, "I want to go back!" she says in a warped vo
Chapter 3Chapter 3Chapter 34 years ago in Settings More Like This
Aster wakes up next morning in an oddly warm bed, made mostly of straw. She gets up to see Heiwa kindling a small flame under her. Aster's eyes widen a bit. "We're you trying to set me on fire?" she says with a slightly hysterical tone. "Oh, what? Why no dear, I was watching over this little fire, keeping your bed warm for you." She says with a smile. "Thank you so much Heiwa, but you didn't have to go through all that trouble." Aster rolls out of her bed and helps Heiwa put out the tiny embers. She reaches for a towel near the flames and burns her fingers. "Ah! Ow hot!" Aster jumps and starts flailing and knocks over the small pail of water, dousing out the flames. "Sorry about that." Her face is red with embarrassment. "Well at least you put the fire out." Heiwa grins a little and then soaks up the water with the towel. She empties the water back into the pail, "Oh that just won't do " Heiwa frowns at the small puddle of water in the bucket. "we'll need to stop by
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
Quiet SundaysQuiet Sundays4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Staring up at the blazing sky, Jim picks up the Sunday paper. He opens it, not even reading. Just opening and looking. He does what he always does on a Sunday morning; Wakes up around 10:30, slips into a pair of old slippers and steps outside to retrieve the paper featuring yesterdays news. His attention turns quickly to the next door neighbor whose name he does not know. They trade no words. Only a nod of the head before they return to their papers. A quick rush of wind blows through and Jim's focus turns to the cliff face to the right. The cliff, like a large hole in the side of a mountain, stands tall and stern, guarding the precious cargo above. On top of the cliff sits a collage of houses and office buildings, apartments and roadways. The large buildings masked by the light haze of automobile exhaust from the mornings church rush gaze upon the old, empty street below. Two cars take advantage of free weekend parking along the sides of the wide, faded mainstreet. Heat radiates from
Chapter 2Meta knight, Midnight and i has been making progress getting to the castle no thanks for Midnight comments. Meta Knight was still carrying me on his back when we got to the castle and into the throne room of Dedede's. And that penguin wasn't there! " Where is the king!?" Meta knight asked him self. I half to admit that Meta Knight may be loyal to me, but he is also loyal to the king but not as much as he is to me. "If you two hasn't spent time babying each other, we would have gotten here a lot quicker!" Midnight shouted in discus! " Really!? You were the one to hold me up by the corpses for like ever!" I shouted " If you weren't all girlie about it th-' "SHUT UP!" I shouted sounding so annoyed...well that's kinda my job because I'm Midnights younger sister sadly. "Meta knight grabbed my hand and we walked around until we saw a Waddle De. "OMG! thats DE!" I shouted De is my pet name for him. "oh, there you guys are!" De shouted with a sigh of relief. "Where is the king?" Meta Knight asChapter 24 years ago in Settings More Like This