Five Nights at Freddy's- Short Story- Phone Guy(A/N: I decided to make this a bit longer and include Nights 1, 2, and 3 phone calls to the next night guard [Mike] and add a bit more detail. I think...Yeah. After listening and reading about Phone Guy's messages, I wanted to add the previous nights and fix some stuff up here. And it's late where I am, so I'll be heading to bed soon. Anyways, enjoy! P.S. - I got lazy around night 2 phone calls, so I only did half of the calls. Ugh. Enjoy!)Five Nights at Freddy's- Short Story- Phone Guy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
<Night One, Sunday; Previous Night Guard>
I remembered coming to this place as a kid. The pizzeria was the same as I remembered it. Pirate's Cove, the stage, the party room. I smiled as I saw Chica, Bonny, and Freddy on stage. They all looked the same as I remembered them. Bonny's pink eyes seemed to follow my every move as I walked around the place.
Not very many families were here, which didn't surprise me. I was there when Foxy bit the poor kid's head. I didn't see it happen, but I saw parents and kids start to run
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
The Man with No NameThis is the tale of the man with no name,The Man with No Name2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. SisterYou woke up really tired, your back hurt like a bitch as well, you noticed that you had fallen asleep on the stairs, your eyes were all dried from crying.Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. Sister2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed as you got up, starting to walk down stairs slowly. The first thing you did when you got down was walking to the kitchen, you got yourself some (Tea/Coffee/Hot Chocolate) and went to the livingroom sitting down on the couch.
It was hard to not cry again when you went back to your thoughts about him, when your parents died he was there, holding you until the police came back, you remembered how your sister was stabbed, but she wasn't dead yet.
A week later or so, you got to know that your sister were dying, that she wouldn't survive, you and your sister had started to live with your boyfriend, he took care of you both, when you told him that she wasn't going to survive he looked heart broken just like you.
For some reason your sister said it was ok, she knew she wouldn't live anymore, so what could she do?
A Tale Of A Broken Soul"A Tale Of A Broken Soul"A Tale Of A Broken Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-Just continuously breathing,
Alive, but feeling as if I'm dead.
My emotions are just drowning me,
Along with my thoughts.
-I have no appetite,
I have no reason to believe a word anyone says,
There is no more trust,
Nor feeling of safety.
-I don't know how I am anymore.
I feel as if I just want to die,
And often dream of it.
I want to truly live,
Not just to breathe,
But feel as if I am really alive.
-Days and days pass on,
Time eats away at my life,
Am I still alive?
Or am I just walking with the living?
-I tend to take a blade to my skin,
Ripping layers upon layers of flesh.
Just to feel a sense of sorts,
To see if this is my reality.
-I don't think about committing suicide,
Nor do I really want to.
But the subject of it does tend to creep inside my mind.
Nightmare tends to try to corrupt my mind more so.
-And I just dream of how my death would be.
Who would be there?
And who would sit back and laugh?
I'll be a
We're All Tired HereMy old clothes don't fit like they used to,We're All Tired Here2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They hang loose like a noose in this broken picture frame around my neck.
I'm walking down this little road to this little diner
In this little town where dreams go to die, where the train of thought wrecks.
I'm standing in the middle of the paved path feeling the heat through the soles of my shoes
Because I'm so fucking cold while the sky in this little town sings the blues.
No one else sees the clues even though the notes are falling from the skies like they're falling in love with the ground.
This town is such a poetic sound.
A million poems hide under the roads
And in the basements of abandoned homes if anyone cares to listen,
But no one wants to listen to the sweet words caught on the tip of my tongue.
The food here leaves a sour taste, but breakfast is served all day
Because no one in this little town wakes up.
You can see the sleep in their eyes as they pass by,
But we're all tired here.
The waitress sighs. She says "Sit wherever you l
The Arizona Case“This is the first time we’ve documented anything like this – and, I must say, it has historians across the world baffled.” Eric explained as he lead his associate through the open tent flap. The world beyond was a stark contrast to the dry Arizona city mere feet away: the temporary structure led directly into the mouth of a cave, unearthed through recent exploration. The moment his body passed the threshold, David felt his skin moisten with humidity and cool with dropping temperature; and, as he took his first steps below ground, he knew he was passing into what was essentially another world.The Arizona Case2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
“Native Americans of this region,” the project manager went on, smoothing his pale red hair as small droplets of water began to drip from the sloping ceiling “are your typical Settler-Story brand of Indian: they followed buffalo, lived in teepees, and later came to master the horse. We know little of their ancient past because they managed to build virtua
Mapleshade's Chessboard of RealityWe are all Mapleshade's pawnsMapleshade's Chessboard of Reality3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On a chessboard of reality
The weak ones
The disposable ones
Waiting for the queen to strike
At our foes, the good souls
We cower while they tell us to strike
Across the chessboard of reality
of the strength of the other side
We rush in
To the chessboard of reality
Waiting for the queen to strike
And we didn't realize the strength of the other side
We rush into the battlefield
On Mapleshade's chessboard of reality
Never to be found
Still waiting for the queen to strike
But then the king falls
Don't Think.it's meant to be listened to:Don't Think.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember in Psych 101,
when the professor proposed a game
called Don’t Think.
He said, “For the next minute,
don’t think about
So the trick was to
think about anything else
but the red elephant.
was the longest minute
of my life.
I thought surely I will die
under the weight of this--
No don’t think about it!
The sweat dripped down my temples
and my lips got dry
and I couldn’t stop
blinking or thinking
about purple giraffes
and orange hippos and polka dot
ostriches and red
but then the minute was up and I let out a sigh
and I could feel my arteries dilate
and I could feel my cells breathing again and
I could see the red elephant
and he could see me.
That elephant in my mind’s room
was easy to accommodate after all the
other animals had left
when it was just
me and him.
I forgot wha
Dear KnightI.Dear Knight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raise your sword up high,
There’s no time to rest tonight.
For she’d called your name
The moon is shining red,
The beasts dwell in wait,
There’s no time to lose!
O’dear knight, save me from my blight
For the war they foretold
Claws at my young bones
It eats away my land, my hope
I fear I will fail to see
the sunrise anymore,
Your grace, I pledge
with all the might in
my still beating heart!
They will not lay a foot
In these fields tonight
Their blood will be spilled
And corpses will soon litter
my beloved homeland.
My knight, my beloved fool!
They said you died…
How dare you?
You didn’t see it snow or rain
Nor saw the roses bloom
No one wipes my tears while I pray
I still call your name,
but you answer no more!
My dearest one, my knight
how am I to stop missing you?
Angels among usI read the other day about a 12 year old who'd died,Angels among us2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
took his life without a clue and left us wond'ring why.
They say his ma had killed herself when he was just a lad.
The article went on to say he never knew his dad.
Then there was the five year old, they say she was abused.
Her mother's boyfriend seems to be the one they have accused.
The newsman said the mother cried and did express regret.
Yet how could she just leave her child with a man she'd newly met?
I heard about a little boy with burn marks on his skin,
how could any mother think of doing that to him?
The surface wounds may heal but the damage still remains.
The scars deep within his heart will cause him future pain.
When will people realize that our children must be saved,
from perverts who exploit them in such ways that are depraved?
Children need protection and to cherish is a must.
Remember, they are really tiny angels here with us!
Brokenstars final deathBrokenstars final death5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brokenstar wandered aimlessly in the Dark Forest. He looked up, the thick foliage of the trees blocking his view of the moon. He snorted.
Place of No Stars...Makes sense.
He kept padding on, thinking of his plan...And how it had failed. Ivypaw was so easily manipulated...And still he had failed, just because Tigerheart. The stupid turncoat of a tom. He snorted. What kinds of Clan cats were Tigerstar recruiting?
He sat down at the base of an oak, flicking his crooked tail. That stupid, stupid tail...So humiliating. The name Brokentail mocked him, filling him with even more hatred.
"Clans." He snorted. "Just groups of stupid, no-good cats." He sighed. The Dark Forest, he thought, was brimming with the most intellegent and cunning of the Clan cats. And it was well where he belonged.
"Ah, Brokentail...It's been a while." A huge, muscular brown tabby stepped from the undergrowth, his yellow eyes glowing with hostility and hatred.
"Raggedstar...?" Brokenstar stood, surprised, but glar
Submit. Succumb. Serve.The silence has been unnerving. The silence was ultimate: no creaks of a heavily bolted door; no clopping of shoes next to his ear; no beating sound of his pounding heart. It was utterly, terrifyingly silent.Submit. Succumb. Serve.2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The room was bare. Only his limp, abused body laid in the center of the cold, desolate room. This small, enclosed space was not a prison. No, prisons have makeshift cots for sleeping and a bucket for you to piss in. This was far worse than a prison, although, he didn’t have a name for it. He couldn’t make a name for it. His head, at the moment, was only trying to process two things: how to deal with this pain and why the hell he had to adventure into that…place.
He had entered into THAT place before. He had meet the soul that guards the grounds at night. Yet, he was never caught. He thought he could tempt his luck simply because he always managed to hop the fence right before the face-less man attempted to grab his collar. His trial had run up when he was thrown
LoyaltyLoyaltyLoyalty10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shouldn't have treated you that way,
--Why did you have to go and say
You deserve better, you should let go,
--That, I can't, and don't you know
I am everything you'll never be,
--With you at my side, I was always free,
A monster made to hurt, to break,
--The truth in the world that was all too fake
Chained your free spirit, brought you down,
--In a sea of false smiles, you wore a frown,
Ripped out your feathers, shattered wing,
--Can't you see? You're everything.
Why would you stay? Why won't you leave?
--I've no where to go, I wish you'd believe
Is the hurt I've caused not hurt enough?
--Me, I'm far too weak and you're so rough,
You always had faith. I battered your trust.
--But all others to me were noth
Towers - 1 - 005"Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."Towers - 1 - 0053 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar had been born into her brain. It was the early morning hours, and thus her sight blurred with the fatigue of being prematurely awakened. Until she rubbed her eyes to get them accustomed to the waking life, she could only help but make out the reddish brown of her fur, and the way that at her knees, it changed abruptly into black.
This was t
Sometimes, GentlySometimes, sometimesSometimes, Gently2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I return to the shadows
From when we were children
Laughter and play echoed
In the darkness of my past
As autumn leaves rustle]
In dreams I remember
Watching children dance
Oblivious to ancient vices
Like Avarice and hate
As autumn leaves flutter
Be quick to disregard]
Ah, we are older now
You’ve shut me out
Reaping gain from falsehood
Pretty words, gross meaning
As autumn leaves jilt
Be quick to erase
Flashes of red]
I’ll wish to be children from once
Who never knew betrayal
Or greed, or hate, or lies
Yet such elusive desires will…
As autumn leaves drift
Hasten to obliterate
Vanishing amber flames
When they wither to the dirt
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
The Lions PrideI am the face of your fifty 'Rand',The Lions Pride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a great King,
Ruler of the land.
The entire wildlife under my wing,
What Ever I Command,
They fulfill my bidding.
From what I was to what I have become,
Years of my life,
Gone like the evening sun,
Taken down without a fair fight.
All Alone moments before my death,
I Lay here on the floor,
Taking my last breath
For I see, that I was A proud beast,
To become a feast for greed.
A trophy on your wall,
Or a carpet on your floor.
My body is now your decoration
My pain, my agony for your sense gratification
My body gone, but my pride remains the same,
My entity exists, materially forgotten, Maybe,
but I will move on to the next phase.
SwimmingSwimming5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"When you are swimming in deep waters, let Christ be your life jacket." ~ Jazzy C. Oaks
-READ--READ-3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I want to commission someone to draw splatter so post your commission info down below in the comments Oh and this is splatter: http://snowdrop-the-kitty.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5bs7y3
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."Towers - 1 - 0043 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to audibly protest, but was interrupted as Rifel grabbed a piece of rock from the eroded outlook, and brought it smashing against the bear's face. Valessa heard noises that she would rather soon forget, as Duncan gargled in pain at his crushed cranium. Rifel used the other male's daze in his favour as he gripped Duncan by the chest and pushed h
No More"No More"No More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+Over the years there, has been
Disappointment after disappointment.
I don't know where to commence, so much abhor and lies that have been seen.
Lie after lie, No More honesty nor sincerity.
+Everyday, everywhere I witness and hear
Racist comments being shouted out, peculiar looks being given, people lying and hating on others
Just because of how some exploits themselves and what they like to wear.
I reckon it has always been like this.
+Why would the preponderance of people nurture their offspring in this society that is cruel?
Why do some parents educate their offspring to be diabolical towards others?
This world isn't getting any better, the people will keep infusing all the fuel
To intensify the fire, so that this planet can persist to burn.
+Over the years, there has been
Disappointment after disappointment.
I don't know where to commence, so much agony and desolation that have been seen.
heartbreak after heartbreak, No More happiness nor devotio