Slender ManI was not always like this
This body isn't mine.
I changed when I was sent there-
My payment of his fine.
My arms, there's far too many.
My face has disappeared.
I've come to the conclusion
I'm something to be feared.
My woods are dark and lonely.
People come here sometimes.
They walk along the dark roads
Just taking their sweet time.
Often they find strange pictures
Of terrifying things
I attempt to help them but
I cannot stand their screams.
The static noise just follows,
They hear it, look, and run.
I guess my debt's been paid,
Because now I have no one.
Creepypasta the Fighters: Laughing JackMore Like This
Bio: Laughing Jack’s origins date back to 1800's England, where he was created by a guardian angel as a "not so imaginary friend" for Isaac Grossman, an extremely lonely child that was often abused by his parents (his mother in particular). Originally a fun loving and kind clown, Laughing Jack was slowly corrupted into a monster. After accidently killing a cat while playing, Isaac's mother immediately believed it to be her son who did it, since Laughing Jack would. Isaac was sent to boarding school shortly after, forcing Jack to return to the box he was discovered in. As time went by, Laughing Jack's colorful appearance turned monochrome and he became emotionless as a result of his imprisonment.
13 years later, Isaac finally returned as a bitter, alcoholic who dismissed Jack as imaginary after the death of his parents. Designed to adapt and develop with Isaacs changing personality, Jack became more and more evil as Isaac became a serial killer who would commit his murders in fron
A Deal With a Clown part 2: Laughing Jack x ReaderA theme park lit up brightly in front of you- blinding your vision at first. It was a carnival, but something was off about it. The tents were black and white stripped, the place was empty and quiet beside an eerie familiar tune playing faintly. There was a sign arched up and scribbled in red saying ‘Enter’. Pieces of it seemed to be rotting away while some chips of wood sprinkled to the ground. Hesitantly, you approached and nervously observed your surroundings. There were games and food stands around every corner. One attraction startled you as a hysterical laugh came from a cartoon clown. Suddenly, a metallic ring rang through your ears as a voice chirped out “Come one, come all to Laughing Jack’s show!” You looked around for speakers, but found none- the voice came from inside your head. “Tonight’s show features, of course, the one and only Laughing Jack, the little shits who pickeMore Like This
A Deal With a Clown: Laughing Jack x ReaderYour eight year old self busted through the front door and raced to your room with tears streaking down your rosy cheeks. The urgent calls of your parents echoed faintly behind you as the door slammed shut. Another violent sob tore from your throat as you threw yourself on your bed face first. Today, the older kids picked on you again for being a chubby girl. They called you names and teased you about never finding love. Your form shudders and heaved as the memory opened your emotional wounds again. There was banging on your door as your mother called for you pitifully. However, you were not budging; your tears only seemed to get worse. After a while, the banging became soft and a sob came from the other side of the door. Slowly, her footsteps led away from your room as you curled up in a ball. You watched as the pudgy sides rolled up and frowned. With a scowl, you pinched at it muttering with a whimper “Stupid fatMore Like This
The Game: Laughing Jack (Drabble Smut)A/N: Guys this has lemon in it so if you don't like reading that stuff, please continue on to something else. I will not put a block on this one. I was contemplating putting brackets around the areas but this whole thing is just drabble smut so there is really no point. Read at your own discretion.More Like This
I sat curled in the corner of this damned asylum. The screams were everywhere from the other patients. I had stopped screaming soon after I got here. There was no point; they simply fell on deaf ears.
My room was simple. White washed and bare with only a bed on a metal frame which I could hide under when people came, and a few lights along with a huge air ventilation system. There was a small sparsely furnished bathroom as well.
It would have been a lot more decorated if I wasn’t on suicide watch.
The madness had set in a long time ago, and then I was sent here. I never knew the feeling of new clothes, or what it was like to w
Frozen - Let it Go - Laughing Jack Parody Verse 1More Like This
This world needs a song to light up the night,
But I don’t have the heart to sing.
It’s a lonely domain of darkness,
And it looks like, I’m the king.
My colours faded as the dusty years went by,
When did we give up? Give me a reason why.
Please don’t forget, come back for me,
Remember who we always used to be?
But now you’re gone, I’m all alone,
I’m all alone!
Let it go! Let it go!
You’re not coming back any more.
Let it go! Let it go!
Forget what a friend is for.
I don’t care, what you’re going to say,
Let the years pass by,
The rules don’t apply to me anyway.
It’s funny how one action, changes everything at once,
But that doesn’t really matter, cuz I’m the only one.
Now my skills are put to the test,
Show them just who’s better than the rest.
Nothing to lose, no restraints for me,
Let it go! Let it go!
Love and friendship I defy.
Laughing Jack x Reader (Pt 2)More Like This
You stared in horror. He seemed supernatural and grotesque, pleased even, by your fear. You backed away from him...He'd grown so near to you, approaching you so nonchalantly as if he'd known you for ages.
"Don't remember be, huh? Well that makes sense, it was so long ago after all..." He tuned his head away, but holding his glare on you, giving that sinister smile.
"Remember you? What are you talking about you creep?" You'd reached the limit. You were against the wall and there was no where safe to go. And he continued to approach, looking less pleased...much less pleased. He was, once again, right in front of you. Nearly pressing his body against you, he spoke again.
"We were best friends... his mouth was pressed to your ear, his hand in your hair. His mouth arched into a smile once more, you could feel his skin move against yours, his lips changing against your own skin. You wanted him off, but it isn't like you could move...you were disturbed and entir
Laughing Jack x Reader (Prologue)More Like This
Finally, your own place, your own furniture, your own car. You'd been longing this for such a time that you thought nothing could go wrong now.
Upon unloading your belongings into your pre-used house, you heard a loud crackle under your foot.
Glass? A trail of glass, actually...
you followed it to the back door, which was open.
"Hello?" You surveyed the back yard, upon doing this, you noticed to adolescents scurrying off, shattering beer bottles and silly stringing your yard.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Bitch!" The two kids got away. You tried to not let it get to you. (So much for nothing going wrong, though.)
Besides, you left the back door unlocked, you were practically asking for some jerks to come in. You cleaned up the glass, and this time, locked the back door.
That night, you managed to unpack the majority of your things. But not in peace. You kept hearing laughter. It must've been from those damned kids. if they persisted, you'd waste no more time, and alert the police.
Laughing Jack X Reader: Opposites...attract? Ch.2More Like This
Suggestions: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6B8P3wuRas , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YF7vMOJYio , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFbDvYyeBHA
Uuugh my head….what the hell happened…?
After a minute passed the memories cam flooding back…and you started to panic…but you couldn’t move…you then looked down and saw that you were tied down to a chair….the rope itched against your skin and it irritated you immensely…
“DAMN…” You cursed…practically seething in you anger…
That Clown is still alive and I failed to kill him….Shit!…what am I going to do..
I then looked around the room trying to find something that could help me escape….
“There is nothing here to help you young lady..” Chuckled a low and hypnotic voice…
You looked around in surprise…but saw no one…
Laughing Jack X Reader: Opposites...attract? Ch. 3More Like This
I stared at him…
“What the fuck is a Proxy” I narrowed my eyes at him.
It didn’t sound good that’s for sure…
He placed his fingers on his chin in a thinking motion…Then looked away. A slow smile spread on his face…
Is this guy making fun of me?
“What’s A PROXY!” I growled…
The monochromed asshole then removed his hands from his face and stared down at me with the same ridiculous smile.
“I might if you say ‘please’~” his voice was low and full of some sick sort of humor.
I was getting angry again, “How about I say tell me OR I’ll….I’ll…” I tried to come of with a good threat….
“Oh how adorable!~ Your trying to threaten me even though your trapped like a little mouse in one of those
Slenderman x Child ReaderMore Like This
A towering figure dressed in a business suit and a red tie walked through the forest he had called his own many centuries ago. Many had died here and he could still smell the blood of his latest victim whilst it mixed in with the scent of nature as he hung another of his notes up on a large oak tree. Suddenly he felt a slight disturbance in the forestry and turned around to see who or what it could be, besides him having no face or eyes. As he turned something bumped into his back and he twirled around in surprise to be met face to face (more like face to stomach) with a lanky teenager who had tears running down (his/her) cheeks from (his/her) bloodshot eyes. He remained silent as (he/she) took a cautious step back and continued to tremble as the grip on (his/her) bag increased whilst (he/she) stared at him. The tall man scanned (him/her) quickly and immediately noticed (his/her) choice of clothing. (He/She) wore (f/c) socks up to (his/her) knees and wore (a black dress/a black shirt a
it lives in the shadows part 1 There is something wrong with me. I have no idea how to explain this but there is something very wrong with me. My name is Roger Williams. I’ve had this burning hunger, it’s never filled it has been driving me mad ever since…then. It all began when I was about ten; I lived with my parents in some suburb near a forest that’s been lost in memory since I left.More Like This
My parents had just finished moving into a two story three bedroom house. The house we lived in oversaw the beginning of a deep forest. Now as a hyperactive kid all I wanted to do was explore the forest. I imagined fighting dragons and searching for giant toe-eating monsters. But my parents were wildly against the idea; it was one of the few things they agreed on. I wasn’t very happy about this news.
One afternoon wh
Meanwhile at the 'Arrival' chapter...HARDCORE MODE!!!More Like This
:iconhalf-rose: Oh shit! :iconhalf-rose: Daaaammnnnn!
:iconfire-dance-plz: <----running to reach the :iconivorytowerstamp2:
<----Slender man killing the player.
<----caught 6 times
:iconhalf-rose: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU :iconfffuuuplz:
:iconslendermanlolplz: Problem? :icontrollfaceplzplz:
*after 20 tries*
Just rate me...LOL Random stuff...More Like This
All you have to do is rate me...
2. I'd marry you
3. I'd date you
5. I miss you
6. I'd kiss you
17. I'd hit you with a bus
18. I love you
20. Friends forever
22. Wish you were mine
23. Never want to lose you
24. We should hang out
25. You're just a person to me.
27. Ye bluten wanker
Read me, Read me not?Mood: EVERYTHING! And nothing all at once...UrgH! I feel deflated and overflowing at the same time!More Like This
Listening to: Tears Of An Angel
Food: *noms cookie like Ryuzaki*
Writing: This Journal
Thoughts: yummy cookie! I wonder what day it is tomorrow...Mmmm, a Doritos taco sounds good right now. Is insomnia a medical condition? I love rain. *looks down* maybe I should change out of these wet clothes...Oh well!
Late at night....barefoot...in a skirt...short sleeves... so, I went out for a LOOOOOOOONG walk in the rain!!!
You guys are probably like - "ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY :iconangrydiscordplz!?!??"
Anybody else feel like a Doritos taco?....OH! Or some goldfish!!!
Maybe a REALLY sour gallon of lemonade-and not that sissy sweet stuff! Ima talking the REAL DEAL!
The stuff that makes any armature cringe! Yeah...that sounds good....OH! And a super minty candy cane!
I'll take that to go please:iconexcite
Origin of Eyeless JackMore Like This
Click… click… click…
Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his b
Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Disorder Meme(Originally Stolen from :iconoceneMore Like This
( Currently Stolen from :iconDrelightforever
[ ] you have dry skin.
[ ] you eat 1 meal.
[ ] you're very weak.
[ ] you hate your body.
[ ] you starve yourself.
[/] you have low self esteem. (sometimes)
[ ] you use laxatives.
[X] you need to be more skinny. (yeah)
[/] people always say you're skinny, but you think you're fat. (They say I'm with a good body)
[ ] people think you are too skinny.
ADHD (Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity disorder)
[X] your mind is all over the place.
[ ] you are hyper most of the time.
[X] you barely
Fear memeAMore Like This
[ ] Achluophobia - Fear of darkness
[x] Acrophobia - Fear of heights (Shear drops in particular)
 Agliophobia - Fear of pain
 Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or crowds
 Agyrophobia - Fear of crossing the street
 Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or pointed objects (I got over it)
 Amaxophobia - Fear of riding in a car
 Androphobia - Fear of men
 Anginophobia - Fear of angina or choking
 Anthrophobia - Fear of flowers
 Anthropophobia - Fear of people or society
 Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being touched
 Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders (Nah, these guys are pretty cool)
 Arithmophobia - Fear of numbers
 Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and lightning
 Ataxophobia - Fear of disorder or untidiness
 Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection
[x] Atychiphobia - Fear of failure
 Aulophobia - Fear of flutes
 Autophobia - Fear of being alone
 Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria
 Barophobia - Fear of gravity (Seriously?
A Wonderland Poem...I followed the White Rabbit and fell down his hole and once again I arrived at Wonderland...More Like This
Where I went for a tea party with Mad Hatter and March Hare to celebrate my Un-Birthday...
Then I'll be causing mischief with the Cheshire Cat and I really don't know when I'll be back...
So have fun...
And please don't bother me…
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Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
My Little DearYou don't even seem to careMore Like This
That because of you things are unfair
You just put up a stubborn wall
And pretend that you can make every call
Well I won't stand for it any longer
I say this not to seem stronger
I have finally had enough
So can you just stop with this silly stuff
You need to be mature
Yet this is not a full proof cure
You need to want to be sensible
Because you are so incomprehensible
So listen to what I am saying
Or you will be the one most likely paying
When it comes to a time that i won't be here
You won't be so lucky my little dear
The Cold Night Danger (not complete)Its cold and dark, so you listen to the sound of stars in the skyMore Like This
I hide it, keep it, show it to the ones who are chosen to feel and judge
Those reasons eat you from then inside because you've seen the devil smile with hapiness
So far away the cold night dwells, i'm strong, i'm real, it's me who chooses the path thats the hardest for me
It swallows your dreams and spits them out, then everything that ment to you so great just vanishes to thin air
believe it, conquer your fears and let them flee, you're new, reborn, from ashes that flew high and forgot who they were,
where they consume you
Why has the danger called me, in the night of thinking so deep, opening the cage with the beast just made me more scared of reality
Celestial wires tie you up, show you the way, you meant so much to me, can't you see
without you i'm just a soul, the piece of space that sits inside bones and skin
You took it from me, made me regret my decisions of life and goals, throwed them down deep into the caverns
the dreamerScruff and allMore Like This
Visions of black and white
Till conscious, you realize
It was all just a dream
How was it so real?
Fluffy and a little coarse
Just how they rememeber
Except it was just fiction
An illusion by the brain
Trying to make them insane
Reminding them of their loss
With little cost.
After finally waking,
A little baking to ease the pain
Of their hearts desire to bed again
And re live the fantasy in their brain.
Dead Birth-GiversStab once thy mother earthMore Like This
Who giveth you and all the birth.
Stab twice with iron knife
To take your share of hers black life.
And then stab thrice to make a grave,
A hole to bury those who brave.
Who brave to stab their mother once
Even if she birth them giveth hence.
And those who stab their mother twice
For they believe it's their life vice.
And last be those who did it thrice
For they did not assume the price.
The World As It IsSociety...More Like This
These things leading to our deaths -
Anger and Violence
War and Domination,
To prove who's the best...
Humans are equal -
no matter the skin color...
race... native tongue...
We are all alike -
living, breathing vessels on a watery planet
all having souls,
feelings, knowing what love
and hate is -
yet there is racism...
hatred among people -
when will it end?
Will it end before we
all end up rotting on the floors
of our Mother Earth,
as our flesh rots away and
our corpses decompose?
What is wrong with us?
To need to harm others as we do -
what is the impulse?
Where does it come from...
Is it the work of the devil,
the work of our High Father?
Whatever it is,
we need to over come
and become civilized once
Chatting with BENUser: You are Ben!More Like This
User: You drowned!
User: And your name is Ben.
User: Beeeeeeeeeeeeen gimmie a hug!
Cleverbot: Alrighty then.
User: Yay! *hugs*.
Cleverbot: Why thank you.
User: You're welcome, Ben.
Cleverbot: Help me fall asleep.
User: Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head~ Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed~.
User: GO TO SLEEP.
Cleverbot: Why do you want me to go to sleep?
User: Because Jeff demands it.
Cleverbot: Too bad. I'm not telling you.
User: You shouldn't have done that.
Cleverbot: Why not?
User: Because now you will drown again.
Cleverbot: No, I won't.
User: Yes you will, BUT I SHALL SAVE YOU!
Cleverbot: Yes thank you.
Cleverbot: *hugs back*.
Cleverbot: Majoras mask.
User: Yes? I know~?
Cleverbot: How did you know?
User: Because I know you are Ben. You are
they told me no one could love a girl with scars.i told them that i could love myself.More Like This
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherMore Like This
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
Dear DeathDear Death,More Like This
my Daddy says
I cannot write to you
like I write
to Father Christmas.
I am trying anyways,
I want to make a wish:
Can you say „Hi“
quite right thy father is,
for I am not
the one in red.
and I only take away.
He grants wishes,
I am the end
of wishing all.
Thus, no messenger am I,
thy foolish wish
I’ll never grant.
I’ll take you
as darkness falls
and I lie bound
to this cold hospital bed
I cannot help
the letter I once sent.
Considering your grim reply
you're reaching for me soon.
So I shall take the liberty
to write now once again.
All I really have to say
will be put in the close:
thy letter I remember well,
and also my reply.
Grim is my nature,
grim my task,
grim my dark abode.
I cannot be anything
other than what I am.
And when I indeed do reach for thee,
my hand will grasp thee
never become a writeri.never become a writer.More Like This
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.More Like This
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
GossamerOn Monday, he killed a spider. He scraped its guts off the bottom of his shoe before reluctantly putting it back on and shuddering. He knew it was just paranoia - he’d used the outside of the shoe after all - but he could still feel the tiny legs as if they were scampering over his foot. His cat Socrates distracted him from the ghostly sensation, meowing for the half open tin of food that was still sitting on the kitchen counter.More Like This
Reaching down with a smile, he pet Socrates and forgot about the spider.
He rolled out of bed on Tuesday, the sheets tossed around him in an attempt to cool down during the warm summer night. Half asleep, he trudged to the bathroom for a shower. But just moments before stepping into the tub, he looked down and jerked his foot back. Dozens of little, black, long legged bodies scurried across the white porcelain, fighting to scramble up the sides of the tub.
The phantom feeling of skittering spiders creeping up over his legs persisted even after he tur
And My Mama SaidAnd mama said "If you love meMore Like This
Please let me go-"
And mama said "This kind of pain
She surely did know-"
And mama said "She loved me
Yes, but she wanted to go"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please I love you so
Please mama stay
Don't leave me alone."
And my mama said "This
She surely did know-
But she had to go
God was calling her home"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please you don't need to leave
Right here's your home
Please don't leave me to grieve."
And mama said "Remember this son
You need know,
That your mother always loved you
And loved you so
But ,son, your mother really needs to go
It might not be fair
But God is calling her home
And since God called I need to go
But remember what I said
And that I'll always love you so"
And mama never said a thing to me again
And this day I finally let go of her hand.
Untold TruthWarm up stuff. May upload, may not. Whatevas.More Like This
Was that all to life? Pacing aimlessly, across the abyssal plains of reality, stepping on my lonesome thoughts. Was my life made out to be this way? Alone? Was this some sort of cursed burden, or a unwilled wish? Will I ever uncover my purpose?
Should I cry?
How could I, when I am one without vision, voice, even a proper emotion to display my empathy to others.
Emotionless they said. Not human they claimed. They made accusation against my being, tried to cover up my presence underneath lies of unsorted ideals. They were blinded by unconfronted fears. Yes, yes that was all it was right?
The children, the children always tried to run from my kindness. My loathing kindness, engulfed within my lonesome. They would try, try so hard to flee from my bellowing arms. My arms, extended to them, screaming, gasping for help. But in the end, there would only be the cringing cries of
Slender manMore Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Literary Justification: All Writers Are GroovyMore Like This
Now there's a big reason why every writer is a writer and why they consider themselves a writer. The magic of what you're doing is that to say that you're a writer, you don't have to be published or have it as a financially stable job. It's something that whether you write manuals or fiction, it takes a creative thought process and the ability to always argue against unknown questions. Writing is a whole new world where you can inject yourself into so many new thoughts and feelings while applying what you learn in the details between the lines to the real life obligations outside of what you do.
Then again, you can also be extremely successful at writing. The great thing about success is that it isn't always define about how much money you make. What makes success such a lenient word is that it means to be happy. If you're happy with clothing on your back, the world will keep s
Gunpowder. Treason. Plot.Help!More Like This
I try to give my pleading cry
To warn the kingdom of this plot.
I want to run and seek to try
Yet I am rooted to the spot.
Ignored, but standing in plain sight
I wish to spread words of reason.
To my dismay, all through the night
The men only spoke of treason.
“The king is just! Why can’t you see?
I’ve served him long and served him well.”
They acted still, ignored my plea,
Aiming to send the king to hell.
Alas, the time to act was nigh!
I winced in anticipation.
I sent my prayers up to the sky
Recalling my woeful station.
Down my mouth they shoved gunpowder
And loaded me with cannonball.
My shouts were loud, but theirs louder
“The royals are going to fall!”
My apologies mean nothing
For I am the cause of his death.
The same mouth from which sorrows spring
Caused the king to draw his last breath.
In the midst of gruesome plannin’
Why hear the woes of the cannon?
To My Biology TextbookOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,More Like This
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
And my textbook never warned me
that it would be this difficult to breathe
because of my acute awareness
that his breaths are limited,
and that there would be nothing I could do
but soldier on searching for that silver lining
clinging to these foreboding thunderheads.
Being the Reader of Your Own StoryMore Like This
“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.” ---- Win Borden
I’ve been wanting to touch up on this topic for quite some time and, as many times I’ve had brainwaves of it, I’ve never got around to doing it. It’s a fascinating topic—heck, it fascinates me. The title, too, should make this topic fascinating. A lot of fascination, I know. We are fanatics! The joys of fantastical fantasy—okay stopping.
As the title pompously denotes, I’ll be talking about ‘reading’ your own story… as you write it. But you’re sitting there, or standing, or hop-scotching and thinking ‘well, we read our stories anyway. It’s logic to look over it.’ Not in that sense, no. I’m talking about impromptu. You’re writing but you have no idea where it’s going and as you’re writing you’re reading it and as you
FreeMore Like This
She feels Trapped
Why? Someone likes her.
Why is that bad?
Because she’s self
Low self-esteem, yes.
Why, you ask?
A history of abandonment,
No one ever liked her.
How do you make people continue to
She doesn’t know,
She doesn’t know how to be
how to be Free.
She sees them and hides,
why do they insist on talking to
Maybe this is a sick joke,
She screams and runs home.
Home is no better.
Physically empty but in her mind,
is full of memories.
Her eyes start to leak,
they do that a lot,
she wants to get out,
she wants to be Free.
The sun shining through her
her pillow damp from tears,
birds chirping joyfully.
The sounds she hears.
'I have to get ready for school,'.
No it's Saturday,
says the calendar,
knower of dates.
She falls back to sleep,
but her subconscious is wide-awake,
An idiot and a secret side'He's such an idiot!' Haruhi yelled in her head. She had just hung up on her dad and was now just sitting in the host club 'storage room'.More Like This
"He has NO RIGHT to say I don't care," she started to sulk.
"Haruhi, what's wrong?"
She looked up to see the boy who talked to her, though she knew the voice well. "Go away Hikaru, you're just here because Kaoru sent you. You wouldn't give a damn what's wrong," she growled, putting her head on her raised knees.
"We've been friends for 2 years and you can't even trust that I do want to know? Sure you're right about me being sent but I did come willingly," Hikaru pointed out. He sat next to his friend and put his arm over her shoulders. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"My father is a complete idiot for thinking I don't care about our relationship. Sure I ignore him alot and blow him off for reading or hanging out with you guys, but it doesn't mean that I don't care. It means he's at least a parent to me," Haruhi poured out her thoughts. Hikaru smirked and
Literature is...Literature is a fantasy world.More Like This
Literature is emotions unfurled.
Literature is the mind's paintbrush.
Literature is a heart's soft touch.
Literature is imagination.
Literature is sleep deprivation.
Literature is my greatest bane.
Literature is my favourite game.
Literature is no simple fling.