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Stephania 2- Chapter 15We did end up split into groups. Group 1 consisted of Garry, Ib, PewDie, Jenny and Piggy. Group 2 was Cry, Stella, Mr. Chair, Anna and me. One group veered to the east. Our group went south.Anna almost ran off on he own as we started out, but we warned her that we had to stay together.More Like This
We found a note in some kind of tunnel.
"Always watches." Mr. Chair read it to us.
"Alrighty then." I said, a little creeped out by the note.
We kept going, until we all stopped, hearing a scream. Our group was still all together. Some one in PewDie's group must've either seen Slenderman, or been captured. I felt something grab my leg. I looked down to see
Stephania 2- Chapter 16We decided to go back to the big oak tree. Waiting there was Garry, Ib and PewDie. So Jenny and Piggy were the ones who had been taken.More Like This
"How many notes did you guys find?" PewDie asked.
"Three." Cry said.
"We found two." Garry showed us one.
It said 'No Eyes'.
"Where's the other one?" I asked.
PewDie showed it to us.
"We are disappointed." PewDie read it aloud. "It doesn't sound like one of the notes that usually appears." he said. "It's not Slendy's M.O."
"Maybe it's not just Slendy who's after us." Cry muttered.
"You can't mean-" PewDie started.
I blinked at them in confusion.
"I do. It must be the others too. Tribe of Twelve.
Not As StraightIn my old schoolMore Like This
Man that’s gay
Was the thing to say
And that didn’t really bother me
People dropped that phrase daily
Then I came here
And things became clear
Around that time my cousin came out
I realized
I smartened up
And rose above that
Because gay should never have anything to go with the lesser
No I wasn’t homophobic
Just to ignorant to see
That I could be hurting others
And the future me
Bi curious isn’t gay
Don’t call me confused
I may prefer men
But I’m not as straight as I thought I was
Asgardian GriefHe swings his hammer in a fit of rage,More Like This
The sound of its crash like the beat of drums,
The thunder rolls in and the lightning crashes down,
The children of Asgard stare up with a frown,
The hillside begins to slide while their rage collides,
Crash! The rocks roll into the ocean,
An avalanche exploding into the water,
He roars and the walls grieve with him as it echoes back at him,
He’s lost his brother
He’s lost his friends,
He’s lost is father and mother,
He’s left with nothing in the end,
But a palace and memories,
Of when they were all together.
GuardianMore Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey ski
