Wilbur Whateley's Road Trip: The Graveyard by dark-precipice, literature
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Wilbur Whateley's Road Trip: The Graveyard
Wilbur Whateley's Road TripChapter 10: The Graveyard Mother taught me well, an’ she taught me lots, even though she didn’t know she was teachin’, an’ I didn’t know I was learnin’.My mother, she liked to see the world diff’rently – liked to see more ‘stead of less, an’ she liked to see less ‘stead of more. She taught me this, an’ she taught me to close my eyes an’ hum, taught me to stare an’ never blink, taught me to chew the world into pieces till all was slimy dust. I walk a whole mile(count my steps)until I decide I’ve put enough distance between myself and the orgy.(Ew, ew, ew!)(Good thing I left early.)On a less yucky note, I should pr...
The Last Celt - Introduction by TheDisney1901atDA, literature
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The Last Celt - Introduction
he ultimate journey. The winds of change carry you into an uncharted realm as you enter a strange portal. In front of you, a land larger than Pangea, able to reach to space. A land overpopulated by what may seem to be hybrids of angels and deamons. A place that might seem to be a realm you might have seen in your nightmares.But fear not. Consider this for one long moment... Abraham Stoker II was Irish. Hard to believe, is it not? Of course, there are other Irish people that are famous like Saint Patrick and Enya... but, Bram Stoker? Come on, he is the author of Dracula for the sake of Christ. Don't get me wrong, Dracula is a stunning novel...
When Annie Came to Stay by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
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When Annie Came to Stay
There was a ghost in the house. Billy just knew it. His mother and father had told him not to be so silly and get into bed, and now of course he couldnt sleep. There was a chilly feeling in his room that was making him want to go to the toilet, but he felt sure that if he got out of bed something horrible would happen to him. If you asked him why he thought that, he wouldnt have been able to give you a very convincing answer, unless you yourself have had a feeling of something good or bad being about to happen for no particular reason. The only way that Billy knew something would happen was from one of those feelings.He lay still fo...
Good Idea Bad Idea 219 by nickhalperin, literature
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Good Idea Bad Idea 219
It's time for Good Idea Bad Idea
Good Idea
Eat a cookie. In a house.
Choppy: (eats a cookie) mmm yummy.
Bad Idea
Eat a poison cookie. In Hill residence.
Hank: oooh a purple cookie.
He eats it, chokes and dies.
Nelson: haha.
The End.
Entry 9 - Chapter 6 : Phantom by her Lonesome by GoTeamSlugs, literature
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Entry 9 - Chapter 6 : Phantom by her Lonesome
“A hundred years!?” the four remarked in astonishment.
“Yep . .” Georgie replied. “But I helped the time to pass by singing, exploring, playing with the animals, and painting. Speaking of paints, I am a little familiar with the range of colors due to my artistic endeavors. Tangie, you look more like a vermillion than a tangerine . . and Esther, Periwinkle is usually associated with blue, though it can also refer to purple . .”
“That’s true,” remarked Tangie. “But tangerines do not always have the same hue, and while I could have had the name “Vermie”, my stepmother preferred the meaning of “Tangela” over the meaning of Vermie.”
Oh . . I get it.” said Georgie.
“Periwinkle is my last name, your parents always give you their last name.”
“Oh that’s right!” remarked Georgie. “Hee hee! . . Silly me!”
“Heh, that’s okay! We all make silly mistakes sometimes! It’s actually my mother’s last name. I’d prefer not to explain why though . .”
“True! Oh okay, no need to explain if you’d
1875-1960: Hate. Hate you. by ACW75-A2H13Y2, literature
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1875-1960: Hate. Hate you.
"Notes" for (almost, ending) series (Just a few left to go!):
Mother’s name is: Mathilda Sylvester (Last name by his father)
-Born in 1919
-Had Josh at age 21 (1940)
-During WW2
Oldest to youngest of children:
-”Josh Anderson” Nivaldo Sylvester (1940)
-Edith Sylvester (1943)
-Floris Sylvester (1955)
-”Shay Anderson” Emilia Sylvester (1960)
-Father’s name is Gunter Sylvester, he was born on 1917
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Diagnosed mental illnesses throughout the family generation (Mainly on the mother’s side, but some are with the dad’s side of family too):
-Cannibalism
-Bipolar
-Anti social personality
-psychopathy
-schizophrenia
-depression
-heart diseases
-anxiety
-arthritis
-sociopaths basically
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Concept/Description (1939-1940s):
In the dark house. Kitchen, pots and pans are placed in the oven, and the dishwasher as storage since both the oven and dishwasher weren’t used as much. Jars sometimes filled with jam, other times
Evil Weevil
Muriel is driving the truck home when suddenly a huge bug smashed into the windshield and Courage screamed.
SPLAT!
Courage: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Francesca: It's the Jeeves Weevil!
The truck got him off and they stopped to see if he was all right.
Muriel: Oh my.
Weevil: Hello.
Francesca: Jeeves Weevil. You're looking well.
Bai Tza: You know this guy Francesca?
Courage: Know him? He tried to suck out all of Muriel's blood!
Lincoln: Is he like a vampire?
Earth: Weevil's aren't like that. They usually eat plants.
Laney: So this one is a carnivorous.
Weevil: Actually my dear I'm Omnivorous.
Laney: Oh.
Courage: We had this weevil at our farm before and he sucked the farmer dry and we turned him into soil.
Lana: Weird.
Courage: Yeah. I challenged him to a contest.
Weevil: Ah yes I remember that. We had a contest to decided who can eat the most awful food. We ate boiled broccoli and old rancid boiled broccoli.
Everyone: EEWWW!
Lana: Cool.
Laney: Only you would like a contest like
It starts with all of us having a camping trip in the woods outside of New York City.
Me: Nothing like going on a camping trip to unwind and bond with nature.
Lincoln: You said it buddy.
Linka: This is the life.
Rita II was crying.
Lily: Oh what's wrong little sis? Are you afraid of the stuff out here?
The fire went out.
Me: Uh oh. The fire went out.
Rachel: I got this.
Rachel fired a sound beam and relit the fire.
Leni: That's totes better.
Lori: It literally is.
Blossom: I can't quite put my finger on it but I think we've been here before.
Varie: How so Blossom?
Blossom: I don't know.
Bubbles: Me neither.
Me: Well you'll think of it eventually.
The next morning we woke up in our tents and got up and got some fresh air.
Me: What a great night. I love the beauty of nature.
Lily: Me too.
Lana: I love camping outside.
Lola: It's beautiful isn't it?
Suddenly we heard a gunshot.
BANG!
Me: Sounds like someone is out hunting.
Buttercup: I don't think that was a hunter J.D.
Blossom:
Tragedy between the Chipbluth and Swanberry by TeamTaitoDoodleBob, literature
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Tragedy between the Chipbluth and Swanberry
NOTE: You should check and read this story called "Charlie Brown's Gone Missing!" first before you read this short story. https://www.deviantart.com/teamtaitodoodlebob/gallery/94426133/charlie-brown-s-gone-missing
A Peanuts: The Teenage Years Short Story
Created by @ArthurEngine
(One cloudy day before the rain started, both Luke and Odette are teenagers and both Leslie and Alden are still young children before they became teenagers, too. Luke and Odette's already relaxed in this nice little bridge under the pond at the park in Sparkyville.)
(Odette were still sad that she remembered the tragedy about her mother and father, Rachael and Martin years ago.)
Odette: *sad sigh*
Luke: Odette, What's wrong? Why you are so sad.
Odette: Because... *sniff* I remember the tragedy took place where my mother and father didn't survive years ago?
Luke: So did I, Odette. But please, Can you tell me a tragic story that she made years ago.
Odette: *sigh* Yes, Luke. *sniff*
(Then, Odette explain and
(Evenfall quick link)
If the Greens were throwing a party, you’d be silly to think anyone would pass up the invite. Combine the Greens hosting with the season’s wonderful weather made for one excitement-filled night, as everyone was able to join the festivities and get into the spirit of Halloween.
The happy-go-lucky family had all brought their own fun to the party; they’d set up quite a few decorations along the clearing below the treehouse, with string lights and jack-o’-lanterns casting a warm glow along the wooden boards. Streamers fluttered with the leaves and tablecloths were anchored down dutifully by an exuberant Neon. There were a few fake gravestones planted here and there, but the cobwebs were very much real thanks to Gourdy’s bravery in the caverns. She had even roped Gourdy into carving more pumpkins for their guests to witness her artwork.
Neon also roped everyone into showing up in their own handcrafted costumes.
The Greens had taken liberty to come up with both
I fell in love a time or two,
or three times on the way.
The first was bad, the second worse;
the third just couldn't stay.
In my heart
I hold them, dear;
am very glad
their graves are near.
One, Two, and Three
will always be
the ones I loved the most.
But, number Four,
my dear,
you, too,
I fear
must now become a ghost.
~Holly (Alan Poe)
There's a Ghost Upon the Moor Tonight by GrassGoddess, literature
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There's a Ghost Upon the Moor Tonight
When Derek and Stiles started dating, the werewolf knew he’d never get to meet the amazing woman that had helped raise his beautiful partner. It always upset him since Derek knew that much of Stiles’ mother showed through in her son’s personality. He got glimpses of Claudia Stilinski but he was never able to grasp who the woman had been.Derek regretted not having been able to meet Claudia when he had the chance. Sure he’d probably passed her walking around in Beacon Hills but he’d never gotten to physically meet her. Of course he knew what she looked like but he didn’t really know. He knew from pictures that Stiles kept of his mother but t...
Okay, so I was wrong about my hometown. by SharknadoKWI2, literature
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Okay, so I was wrong about my hometown.
so, this whole time I called Pocomoke, my Hometown, a “Soon-To-Be-Ghost-Town” and that’s because it is, abandoned buildings, empty lots, buildings shutdown, dull, dirty, I was hating on it, whenever someone talks about Pocomoke they always say things that are not in Pocomoke like BITCH I SAID POCOMOKE! NOT DELAWARE OR SALISBURY! And the only thing that makes Pocomoke famous is the fact that no one can drive, you can’t road rage here, it’s the only place where even the air doesn’t smell clean, known for it’s confusion of Town and City, and “Friendliest Town” is now a town of gunshots.
But boy was I wrong. There’s more things that makes Pocomoke famous. . .to drive people away, let me name some.
Goatman
Cellar House
The School Bus Rumor on Old Furnace
Ball Of Fire
Drowned Ghost
Black Water
Haunted Forest
Haunted River
Furnace Town
The Heavy & Cursed Bible
The Sea-Captain & His Family Haunting The Forest
Hook Man
The Classic Urban Legend of the Boyfriend’s Death (I think that’s the most
Evil Weevil
Muriel is driving the truck home when suddenly a huge bug smashed into the windshield and Courage screamed.
SPLAT!
Courage: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Francesca: It's the Jeeves Weevil!
The truck got him off and they stopped to see if he was all right.
Muriel: Oh my.
Weevil: Hello.
Francesca: Jeeves Weevil. You're looking well.
Bai Tza: You know this guy Francesca?
Courage: Know him? He tried to suck out all of Muriel's blood!
Lincoln: Is he like a vampire?
Earth: Weevil's aren't like that. They usually eat plants.
Laney: So this one is a carnivorous.
Weevil: Actually my dear I'm Omnivorous.
Laney: Oh.
Courage: We had this weevil at our farm before and he sucked the farmer dry and we turned him into soil.
Lana: Weird.
Courage: Yeah. I challenged him to a contest.
Weevil: Ah yes I remember that. We had a contest to decided who can eat the most awful food. We ate boiled broccoli and old rancid boiled broccoli.
Everyone: EEWWW!
Lana: Cool.
Laney: Only you would like a contest like
The Pancake House Phantom (ghost story) by VivaAnimals2000, literature
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The Pancake House Phantom (ghost story)
“I dunno if this is such a good idea”.
“Oh, come on Mel! Don’t be such a scaredy-cat!”
“I’m not a scaredy-cat! I just think it's a stupid idea to parade straight into a haunted, abandoned house!”
“Then you’re a chicken, BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK!!!”
“Knock it off Sophie, I’m not a chicken!”
“Yes, you are, BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK-BAWK!!!”
“I SAID KNOCK IT OFF!!!”
The two thirteen-year-olds, Melvin Karlsenberg and Sophia McCraner, stood in front of the large, eerie, and deeply unsettling abandoned pancakehouse which was located at 5 Juniper Thistle Street which in turn was located in their hometown, Emerald Corners, Wisconsin. Back in the day, 1974 to be exact, this particular pancakehouse had been the pancake house where they served the best pancakes in the entire American Midwest. The pancake house was very popular, especially among all the children who lived in Emerald Corners, it had also been popular with presteens and teenagers. Unfortunately, a terrible shooting
Conversing with ghosts by TheHedgehog52, literature
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Conversing with ghosts
Pieper shifted around, adjusting her bedding and leaf-shaped stuffie. There, much better. She settled back down and closed her eyes. Not five minutes later she opened them again, biting back a frustrated growl. No, not better. She repeated the process twice more before giving up. Looks like it’s going to be one of those nights.
Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the Dens. Just about every nest houses a sleeping cat. Sprawled out or curled up; clustered together or on their own; completely still or somewhat twitchy; snoring or silent. All of them had found their way to dreamland. Except Pieper.
Abandoning her own bed, she instead heads into the Homewoods. Maybe a good walk would help dispel this restless, fidgety energy. If nothing else, it might make her so tired she’ll just drop on the spot. That got a small chuckle out of her, imaging some poor Seeker going for an early morning run and finding her passed out in the middle of the trail, snoozing away.
Her wandering eventually
Katrina Jenkins-Jackal flittered to the room where Lovecraft had told her where this Ebenezer Cratchit would be staying at in Bones Manor. Her phantom form made it easy for her to slip about undetected. She frowned upon arrival when she realized that their guest of honor was not there. The open window with its fluttering curtains made it apparent that the sly gnome had made himself scarce the moment he caught a hint of Lovecraft’s arrival.
Lovecraft had warned her that this particular gnome had a sixth sense of knowing peculiar things. Whether it be when visitors or unexpected guests were arriving before anyone knew, or able to predictcertain phenomenons before their occurrence. He knew secrets he shouldn’t know about everyone he came into contact with. Lovecraft suspected those spirits who were attached to Crachit made this possible, but he had never seen spirits that looked or acted the way like the ones who were with Cratchit. He had told her he had seen five of the six that
Black Mists of Woe: Day Five by jerrykimbro, literature
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Black Mists of Woe: Day Five
Black Mists of Woe: Day Five The Haunted Wood.
The gibbous moon rose over the pitch blackness of fogbound forest that our ill favored taxi had taken us. Its pale light illumined but little. Behind us it revealed a torn ruined delivery van, a Sheriff’s vehicle and a score of other vehicles; all gathered in sinister semi circle over a bloody crime scene. The unspeakable carnage thankfully hidden in shadow. The farcical Sheriff was gesticulating and boisterously arguing with my roommate Mort about the proclivities of wolverine attacks.
My name is Elias Whately. I had but newly arrived at dark Woe College and I was now caught in an unending series of events of terror. Medea, the curious witch who had shared her taxi with me to the campus, also surveyed the scene and muttering aloud she strode away. “These woods”, she observed, ”are not to be taken lightly. This is the Ylthwode of the Nakarasak Indians - a native tribe known for cannibalism. They dragged their victims in here and
Evie's Spooky Tales of Cartoonia Ch. 4 3/3 by twinklestar2005, literature
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Evie's Spooky Tales of Cartoonia Ch. 4 3/3
(Shows Zombie Candy is sitting on the grass in this graveyard with the spooky tales book)
Zombie Candy/Cancer: Oh let me guess, you wait for the last story for today?
(The viewers nodded "yes")
Zombie Candy/Cancer: Okay then? here's the last story for today? (she opens to book)
(she turned some pages, then stopped at this)
Zombie Candy/Cancer: Here's something scary? this one have zombies terrorizing Cartoonia they are from the graveyard? You got it's Graveyard Zombies!
(Shows lightning flashes, then shows Evie with Casey, Candy & Newt walking in this cemetary & title says "Graveyard Zombies!")
Newt: So Evie, why are we in Cartoonia Graveyard again?
Evie: To find some graves will happens in night?
Newt: Oh! I see the point?
Casey/Capricorn: Hope something bad is happening?
Candy/Cancer: Me too?
(All searching for something in this graveyard, then a full moon appears so bright, the moonlight hits the graveyard so good)
Newt: Whoa! the moonlight from the full moon is so
Sweet Scares: Nine Days by MoonBloodTales, literature
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Sweet Scares: Nine Days
Professor Deschanel was a skeptic beyond awful. If you were to talk to her about anything paranormal or supernatural she's bent your ear for days with every logical, rational or any other fact that would prove how they are "Completely impossible. There's a rational explanation for everything! There is nothing that can't be proven by science."
Needless to say, this mindset didn't exactly make her very popular, especially with Professor Boepple, the religion teacher and she volunteered for the campus church.
Deschanel wasn't very found of Boepple either. Boepple believed faith could save us when science fails, something Deschanel has said is highly unlikely.
"There is nothing Science can't solve," Deschanel had said during another exchange with Boepple regarding a rumor going around campus.
Boeplle shook her head, "What's happening to students is serious. And if science is your only faith Deschanel, it will be you who is laid to rest."
"I heard that quote in a movie," Deschanel
Kathryn White (Snow White) - Chapter 5 by GothicMaiden07, literature
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Kathryn White (Snow White) - Chapter 5
A couple days went by after the incident, and Kathryn and the seven men got to learn more about each other. Kathryn learned that there used to be an eighth member of the household. It was an older man who had taken them all in at different times, which is how they all started living together for years. Even when he passed away, the seven men continued to live in the house.
As Kathryn was washing her breakfast plate one morning, she saw something jump out of the bushes in the nearby woods. It was another dog, a bull terrier that was patched up with stitches and had nails through his neck. He ran over to the house and stopped at the kitchen window, an envelope in his mouth as he looked up at Kathryn, who smiled at him. “Hey there, little friend.” She says while collecting the letter and putting it on the kitchen counter, earning a happy bark from the dog.
Victor comes over and sees the dog, and recognizes him. “Sparky! You’re here early.” The canine barks in response as his tail wagged
Grace (as
easy as vegan apple pie is dif-
ficult to find at a truck
stop) was accidentally and to say the least ecstatic that
the hollow coven promises she'd made while in
protective mode
were not going to come back to bite her on
the grass but were in fact far
less serious than she'd first suspected
and
were
much more like-
ly to be eliminat-
ed from her
anguish alto-
gether and consigned to
the realm of messy
irregular verbiage
which comes
and goes through the sprawling bourbon complex
that we used to call her mind.
The Computer Misfits' Fears/Phobias by IsabelleLeBron2006, literature
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The Computer Misfits' Fears/Phobias
Victoria: Thanatophobia (Fear of Death)
Navin: Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)
Ella: Thalassophobia (Fear of Deep Water)
Layla: Autophobia (Fear of Being Alone)
Noel: Emetophobia (Fear of Bugs)
Judith: Nyctophobia (Fear of the Dark)
Mia: Proditiophobia (Fear of Betrayal)
Vera: Melissophobia (Fear of Bees)
Bonnie: Arachnophobia (Fear of Spiders)
Piper: Astraphobia (Fear of Thunder and Lightning)
Courtney: Atelophobia (Fear of Imperfection)
Allura: Coulrophobia (Fear of Clowns)
Jenna: Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes)
Amiyah: Autophobia (Fear of Being Alone)
Nate: Pyrophobia (Fear of Fire)
Zaila: Trypanophobia (Fear of Needles)
Quest: Arachnophobia (Fear of Spiders)
Echoes of Our Past by ThreeHornGotham2004, literature
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Echoes of Our Past
MUSIC BEGINS – haunting and emotional
“Echoes of Our Past”
ALI (singing, sadness swelling):
Who am I?
I am a longneck who loves the Valley,
And the longneck who loves her friends.
But this grief is a gravity dragging me down,
To the ground.
And I don’t know if it’ll ever end.
I ran from the edge, from the roar and the spray,
But the flood in my heart never washed away.
I saw your faces, brave and true—
But all I could feel was the ghost of her too.
MONTAGE – ALI RUNNING THROUGH THE VALLEY
Past the waterfall where she nearly drowned. Through the meadow where she once played with her mother. Into the shadowed woods, where light flickers through the canopy
ALI:
The falls were loud, but not as loud
As the silence she left in the shroud.
I remember the cries, the chase, the end—
And I still flinch when I call someone “friend.”
FLASHES OF MEMORY – HER MOTHER’S SMILE, HER HERD’S PANIC, THE ROCKSLIDE
ALI:
I’m not made of stone, I’m not made of flight,
I’m stitched from shadows