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“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.”
Is no longer alone
his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death. Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impoverished traveling the same timeline with the grotesquely indulgent, the very best of us side-by-side with the most evil of us; but all hea
Skipping Rocks: A Slender Story - Part ThreeA year had passed after I had come back to the real world. There were countless interviews of people asking me where I was and what had happened to me. George was always staying by my side, watching me, making sure that I did nothing crazy like tell the press about The Slenderman and the group of proxies. Some nights I would catch him in my front yard sitting in the park bench, wearing the mask and looking into my window while holding a knife. Then I would see Him come from the depths of hell behind George and bring him back to what I believe is the fourth dimension, considering the gray world and how it was changing so juristically. One night, I couldn’t take it anymore; I couldn’t tell what was real or not. So, as I repeatedly yelled “you’re not real! You’re not real!” I killed my grandmother.More Like This
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell what was real. It wasn’t my fault. What if it was another fake world, another trick to make me go
Skipping Rocks: A Slender Story - Part Two“The body was never found, but from what evidence we have, we can only assume he’s dead,” the officer said in an emotionless voice. “All we have is a tape that was recorded after the car had crashed, our specialists didn’t find anything, so I have permission to show you the tape, that is, if you would like to.” I went to a meeting with my best friend’s parents to hear what the officer in charge of his case had found out. Apparently he is missing, not dead. I hate the fact that everyone has given up on him to the point that they don’t believe that he is still alive. Well I still believe it, and if nobody else is going to look for him, then I will.More Like This
“No thank you!” his mother said, crying uncontrollably.
“No.” his father said, obviously trying his best to hold back his tears.
“Yes, I would,” I said, trying my best to show that I haven’t given up on George, not crying, keeping a straight face and look