LJxGoatLaughing Jack was wandering around his carnival, eating a little girl's decaying body, when he sees a goat. Something about the goat seduces him. The goat's eyes are brown, innocent, and wide. LJ has had a lot of beer and shit to drink earlier, so he is completely enticed by this goat.LJxGoat2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
LJ approaches the goat.
"Hi bby, i lub u n we shud git married lel" He tells the goat.
The goat blinks and begins to run off, terrified.
"Wut teh fuk all I wnted was ur luv," LJ screams, distressed and heart broken.
LJ sinks to the ground and sobs over the goat. Then he gets the fuck over it the next day because who the fuck falls for a goat? Not this clown.
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 1"Do it again Jack, do it again!" you say, clapping and giggling. Jack smiled and winded up the little Jack in the box as it hummed familiar tune.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 12 years ago in Horror More Like This
'All around the Mulberry bush,
the monkey chased the weasel,
the monkey thought it was all in good fun...'
Then, a small clown popped out of the box, resembling Jack.
''till POP goes the weasel!'
You smile and giggle; that was your favorite song. "Can we go on the Merry-Go-Round?"
"Of coarse, (F/N)!" Jack replied, picking you up. He carried you through the abandoned - but fully functional carnival that he made just for you. He set you down on a pink horse and the ride started spinning at a medium speed. He leans against a pole and smiles at you.
You two go the carnival every day. It only appears when he's with you, though. You tried showing your friends and your parents, but nothing was there. You tell your parents about Laughing Jack and all the fun things you do together, but your mother says it's all in your imagination. But you know that
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 4“It’s you…I can’t believe it’s you…” you say, absolutely astonished. You’re sitting on your bed, staring at Jack. He was floating mid-air in front of you on his back with his arms behind his head. He turned to you with a smirk.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 42 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” he said, chuckling. But every time he laughed; or even smiled, it wasn’t like it used to be; not joyful and full of glee, but sinister and dark.
“But, what happened?” he looked at you and rose an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you used to be all…rainbows and sunshine, and now you’re all…” you trailed off, not finding the right word to describe him now. You don’t want to say evil. Yet. He sat up and looked at you, like he wasn’t even sure of the answer himself.
“Well…I honestly don’t really know. All I know is that someone, something, caused me to slowly drift off into insa
The GirlThe girl with perfect attendance.The Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl who had straight A's.
The girl whom the teachers liked,
and respected everyone.
She wasn't the prettiest girl.
She wasn't the funniest girl.
She knew she wasn't even close to the best,
but she didn't care.
Now that girl sits at home.
Now that girl is all alone.
Now that girl cries and wonders;
why does only she feel the pain?
She doesn't know why they choose to hurt her,
but she knows there are knives in the kitchen,
and rope and trees outside in the yard,
and there's always the pistol in Daddy's sock drawer.
Then the girl just smiles and laughs;
for she gets to decide when she doesn't want to feel the pain anymore
Dreams and Nightmares Since beginning of time man and mankind have always had dreams. Probably from as young as the first year of our lives we have had dreams. Some have been happy, like the one of you finally meeting your crush, some have been nightmares of getting swallowed up and put in hell, some are confusing and embarrassing (enough said), and some are just plain fuzzy and can't be remembered.Dreams and Nightmares2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This...... composition is about the dreams we have, fuzzy or impossible too. It is a theory of my kind that these night time....... visions are actually a branch of the future.
Wait. Stop. Pause. Rewind. You're probably thinking right now, "what is this kid trying to pull off? we all know this isn't true" but let me explain. Please. Try to wrap your mind around this first: From the second we are born till the second we die we make choices, however small or monumental, they have an effect on your life. For example, say one day you ate cereal for breakfast and in PE that d
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 5Sighing with relief, you exit the building for the day. Your test was at your last class, and you think you did pretty well, definitely enough to pass. Your school bag hangs over your shoulder as you get in your car, and you toss it into the back. You take out your keys and start the vehicle, and turn to the passenger’s seat.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 52 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Boo.” said a familiar black and white clown with a smirk.
Like always, you jump slightly at his unexpected presence. You roll your eyes and buckle your seatbelt and put the gear in reverse.
“Man, you scare easily. How do you even handle holidays like Halloween?” Jack rolled his eyes as your foot touched the gas pedal and you began driving out of the parking space.
“Well I’m sorry if I don’t expect clowns just popping up everywhere I go without a warning.”
“Well consider this a warning.” He replied. A small chuckle escapes your lips. He seemed to be over that whole ‘new friends’ thing. H
The Girl with the SmileThe girl with the smile stands alone;The Girl with the Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People pass her by without even a single glance.
Her troubled mind is unknown to the outside world;
A happy outer shell covers a deep black hole within.
The girl with smile is always there.
When others stand back with fear;
She helps them overcome what stands in the way,
But what happens when she's scared?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No one is there to lead her;
Forced to stare her fear in the face,
And to struggle to overcome to move on with her life.
The girl with the smile is always there.
She lends a shoulder to those who cry;
A laugh to those who are depressed,
But what happens when she cries?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No shoulder or laugh to make her better;
Forced to live out the sorrow of her life,
And to bottle up her emotions so no one can see.
The girl with the smile is always there.
Watching as everyone's life was passing by;
No one ever asks her how she feels,
What does she do to let go of her unwanted feelings?
Laughing JackHello there, my dear! My name is Laughing Jack!Laughing Jack9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should you ever need a friend, always know I have your back.
Though I might not be supportive in quite the way you think.
You see, I'm mad in the head and my sanity is on the brink.
Some compare me to the Mad Hatter, but worse will be your fate
When you open up my box and fill me with your hate.
My giggles and monochrome colors will leave you dizzy.
My, haven't you found yourself in quite the tizzy!
Just take a handful of my candy,
But don't be foolish to think things fine and dandy.
I may be a clown but you be the fool.
The last thing you'll remember is Pop Goes the Weasel.
You Will Never Understand MeYou Will Never Understand Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all that falls.
Never will I
More to shed.
Where you can see.
You will never understand;
You say you do,
but how can you?
and try some more.
You can keep trying,
until your last breath,
but it will never work.
You ask what can you do?
to be there.
Because you will never understand.
I want to be at home.
Where I can curl up in my corner,
and pretend to be seen
even less than I already am.
But no, I am stuck here.
In this stupid room,
And I can't handle it.
So you know what I do?
I go to the corner,
and pretend you're not there.
The tears flow,
and you just sit there and watch.
And you finally get it.
You will never understand.
But the pain is real,
and it is right there;
inside that child right in front of you.
It's tearing that child apart,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
You silently get up,
and just leave.
The tears eventually stop,
and I put my head up against the wall.
LJXSnuffbomb (part four)Another random day because I’m a lazy author~LJXSnuffbomb (part four)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le snuff bomb is sitting at his computer derping around on tumblr.
“Dead Pool porn, Dead Pool porn, Dead Pool porn, Dead Pool porn, Dead Pool porn, Dead Pool porn, oh look! More Dead Pool porn… Ugh make ONE post about how I like Dead Pool porn and a ton gets submitted to me” Snuff said while running a hand through his hair.
“Ya know you could look at this shit when I’m not in the room?” Jack said setting his chin on Snuffs shoulder, this task was easy cuz Snuff was sitting on his lap.
“Oh hush clowny mcfrowny, you know you like this” Snuff wiggled his butt.
Laughing Jack, unamused I might add, sighed and slapped the blonde.
“Hey Snuff why did you ask to sit on my lap while you browsed you interweb porn hut?” Jack mumbled/asked.
“Because, Jackie poo. You have the warmest body and our apartment is like a fucking icebox, that and you’re a major cutiepie” Snuff
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 6You wake up in your bed on top of the covers, face down on your pillow. You move your (H/C) hair out of your face and glance at your alarm clock. It read 2:30 in the morning. You take a deep breath and sigh, sitting up. Strangely enough, you weren’t tired in the least bit, so going back to sleep wasn’t an option. To your surprise, Jack was nowhere in sight. You sigh and get up off your bed, about to head out of your room, when you saw someone outside your window.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 62 years ago in Horror More Like This
You gasp and stumble back onto your bed, your heart racing. Outside your window was a person, presumably a boy, with a dark blue mask on and black circles on the mask where the eyes should have been, and black lines leaking down from the eyes, resembling tears. He wore a black hoody with his hood up over his head, so you saw none of his skin.
He stared right at you, not moving at all. After a few moments, you slowly got up off your bed, trembling.
“W-who are you?” you asked loudly and sternly, though a
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 3(12 YEARS LATER)A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are now 20 years old, and it’s the second night in your very first apartment. You’re in your new room, unpacking all of your clothes and other boxes. As you bend down to get more clothes out of the box, you notice another smaller box labeled “Old”. You put the clothes down on your bed and cut the tape open with a kitchen knife.
You open it up to find several toys and trinkets from when you were a kid that you never wanted to get rid of. You get out a coloring and activity book and look through it, chuckling at yourself at how messy you were. But, a few pages in, you notice that some of them are actually very neat. The pages were actually filled inside the lines, and the colors were either correct, or in a rainbow pattern.
You get an odd feeling for some reason, like there’s a certain detail you’re missing. You shrug it off. Your parents probably just helped you or something like that. You put the coloring book back in the box. Yo
LJXHungover!Snuffbomb part twoThe very next day!LJXHungover!Snuffbomb part two1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
SnuffBomb awoke on his couch, a wave of pain brought to him vague memoirs of the night previous. He was wondering why the couch was sticky until he lifted himself up only to be greeted with a personal pants party. That is if he had pants… Yes the famous SnuffBomb went to bed drunk with pants on, and woke up without them. How he didn’t see that *cumming* coming we’ll never know!
Well let’s not dwell on the past, and let’s continue the story!
Snuff looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed it was 9:58pm.
“The fuck?” He said while attending to his personal boxer party.
“Is that necessary to do in the living room!?” A scarred Laughing Jack said while shielding his eyes.
“Hey I can't control when he want’s to roll ok?” Snuff said placing himself back into his boxers.
“Must you refer to it as a “he”?” Asked LJ.
“Yush! Either that or “THE THUNDAH FROM DOWN UND
LJXSnuffbomb (part three)A smexeh Snuffbomb sits in his bed, flipping through his *goat* porn.LJXSnuffbomb (part three)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“ugh why am I not turned on!” He rage quitted.
“Having dysfunctional probs Snuffy?” Asked LJ, while smirking.
“NO!” Snuff puffed out his cheeks in anger, and crossed his arms.
“Oh hakuna your tatas Labomba, alot of boys your age have that kinda issue~” Jack snickered.
“Ya know what Jack, Fuck you!” Snuff said tossing his *goat* porn towards Jack.
Jack dodged the flying porn and laughed.
“Oh you know you would like to, Snuffy baby~”Jack wiggled his clowny booty at Snuff.
Snuffykins blushed, then smirked.
“Oh my Jackie are you flirting with me?” Snuff asked
“Maybe~” Jack replied while leaving the room.
“Oh hey…” Snuff said staring at his crotch “I’m turned on now…”
(Small inspiration boner but next one will be bigger~)
No More TearsThey fight.No More Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's caught in the middle.
Unable to make one side see reason,
Unable to make the other feel better.
She can't take it.
She hates conflict,
They should know that.
She just wants to run away,
Find someplace free of arguments,
Curl up in a ball
The accusations bombard her,
Even away from the stinging words.
"Tell him I'm right!"
"Tell her she's not listening!"
They don't care what she says.
But she can't run away.
She's trapped with them.
So she buries her head in her hands
She can't stop.
It hurts, all of it.
She covers her ears
But they scream,
They cut through it all.
So she just tones it out,
Aware only of her book
And the tears still streaming down her face.
And even that doesn't work.
So she steels herself.
Grits her teeth.
What she says?
No more tears.
Slipping Into InsanityThere is no darkness inside the lightSlipping Into Insanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No frantic ramblings of twisted fright
No bleeding wrists of barbs held tight
No screaming fangs prepared to bite
No demons gathering in dark delight
To torment you every day and night
Such bliss in these flames alight
Until insanity snuffs out your sight
Dance the dance within the day
No letting nightmares have their way
Refusing to look beyond today
Closing your eyes in hopes to stay
To dance within the light's bright ray
Feeling the cold being held at bay
Ignoring the winds that tear and fray
Until insanity comes into play
So much for light and smiles dear
Happiness forever lost inside the fear
Within this cold no friends come near
You are very much alone without a cure
No gentle voices will you now hear
No arms to hold and sunlight cheer
Just the welcoming demon's sneer
No denying insanity is right here
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 2It’s been a few days since your argument with your mom. She seemed to stop mentioning Laughing Jack, probably because of your father. You’re sitting on the couch with your parents. Your mom is reading a magazine and your dad is flipping through the channels. You haven’t seen Jack in a while, and you hope he’s alright. He’s normally back the next morning.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Caroline also hasn’t been at school either. Nobody knows what happened to her, not even the teacher. You guess she’s sick. You might stop by her house later today.
It’s about seven thirty at night, your dad eventually stops on the evening news channel. Your mom looks up, slightly intrigued.
“The average temperatures in (T/N) for Friday afternoon are 80 to 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The low is 70 degrees and the high is 90…” The news man said. Just as your dad was about to change the channel to something more interesting:
“In more important news, police have foun
EJ x reader Ch 1 You had been at an occult club, exploring the paranormal, but it was just an excuse to raid churches and stay up late. Anyway, you had gotten drunk on holy water at one of our club meetings, and was in a heated argument with your best friend about whether or not holy water actually protected you. You, a believer, thought that is was unquestionable, but she disagreed. She told me "Since your so full of it, why don't you walk in the graveyard and test it out." Against better judgement, you agreed.EJ x reader Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, just to get this clear, this graveyard you had to sleep in was not like any others you might know. It was on unholy ground, where suicides and criminals were hanged in the early days, unprotected by a church nor had a priest ever said a word over that ground. Perfect for ghosts. Perfect for a dare.
You had $20 riding on my sleeping for a night in that graveyard, so you weren't about to cheat or do anything to lose yourself that money. After a
Suicidal LullabyDon't cry now baby,Suicidal Lullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you're almost dead.
The tears are flowing
from what they've said.
Rivulets of red
from wrists you've slit.
You had tried so hard,
but couldn't quit.
You're all alone now;
your friends have gone.
Your heartbeat's slowing;
you won't see dawn.
Your life fades away
with ev'ry breath.
You are too far gone
to escape death.
Wipe away your tears,
and be at peace.
You're so close to
Come With MeA little girl with tear filled eyesCome With Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ran silent down the hall.
She didn't want to hear the sound
Of the noise beyond the walls.
She reached her room as the tears began
Falling softly down her cheeks.
It seemed that nothing could stop the tears
That came to her throughout the weeks.
Safe in her room she cried and cried
Not caring who might hear.
Perhaps someone could come and help her
Calm all of her fears.
Now as she cried a breeze came by
Through the window that was open.
And with tear filled eyes the girl looked up
And prayed a prayer unspoken.
"Please stop these things, oh please, my Lord.
And show them they are wrong.
Send an angel down to show us right
By words or yet by song."
The wind that came took away her prayer
High up into the heavens
Where an angel sat looking down
On the little girl of seven.
He' d heard her prayer, though silent it was
And pity touched his heart.
He could go to her and comfort her
He could maybe help in part.
With a careful leap the angel left
His perch u
[Sollux x Reader] - Arcade StrugglesIt was your first date with the tech-savvy troll since you two became Matesprits. You were enjoying a lovely day in the park, complete with popsicles and everything. A cool breeze swept past the two of you, making your hair gently swish in just the right way. Sollux found himself staring at you on multiple occasions. That short sundress sure didn't help...[Sollux x Reader] - Arcade Struggles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, what should we do next?" you asked, taking a lick from the popsicle in your hand, while the other was intertwined with your Matesprit's. He looked at you for a moment, then answered with a shrug. Annoyed, you pursued, "Come on! We've walked through this entire park at least three times now!"
"Eh? I'm just happy being with you," the troll answered, and after realizing what he had just said, his cheeks began to blush a gentle yellow color. "I mean, whatever you want to do."
You laughed lightly, a small blush gracing your own face. "Then let's go to the arcade!" You discarded the now empty popsicle stick into a nearby garbage can
Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dustDeadly Victim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire
Don't Kick A Hornet's NestDON'T KICK A HORNET'S NESTDon't Kick A Hornet's Nest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was setting the carnival up in a new area. Why did I have to move it? Well, it's a long story, and one I don't want to discuss right now. This spot was isolated, just the way I liked it. It was next to an abandoned coal mine. Richard's Mine, I think it was called. During the week I was working on putting it up, I had the strangest sensation...as though I were being watched...but no matter how hard I searched, no one was there. Even using my powers, I couldn't find whoever was watching me, if they were even there.
Finally, it was finished. I climbed the tallest tree I could find and surveyed my handiwork in the crisp morning air. That night, I would head into the city to hunt for children. But first, I needed some rest after all that hard work. I climbed down and started to head back towards the carnival, but then the sensation of being watched came back, only stronger this time. I spun around, and saw something sprinting through the brush. A deer? No, a...g
Bad MedicineI think of it like a rusted spoon,Bad Medicine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I’m force fed bad medicine;
it leaves my psyche in zero gravity,
looking up like Wile. E. before I realize
there is no ground below
Each thought is the stinging wind,
my eyes water and
the air forces my words
back down my throat,
It’s like those dreams where
your car rolls backwards off a bridge,
and your hands are melded with the dashboard,
a manikin melted,
but unlike the dreamers
I don’t get to wake on impact.
I choke on my own salt water,
I shake so hard the birds can feel it
from their telephone perches
and if their songs are reassurance,
I mute them under the covers,
I find myself weather-patterned,
except I can’t bring myself to rain,
and the nimbostratus on my shoulders
is too damn heavy to clear.
I chalk it up to the fact that my mind
is drowning in a dull roar
that plugs my nose and
forces my mouth open.
If only I could refuse the irony
in that spoonful of crus