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The Beauty of Ignorance
The Innocence of Youth
I was young, I never wanted to kill anything. I didn't want to be
responsible for snuffing out a fiercely burning torch of
possibilities. Now, I no longer care.
The tall wild grass is a crisply waving sea of ocher, the beady kernels
mingling with floating motes of dust in an upward ascent driven by
the cool fall wind. I glance skywards. Long, shredded trains of
cumulonimbus clouds stretch across the sky. Serene. Placid. Utterly
deserted. This is where I found the body. I was only ten years old.
It didn't even look human. The long, narrow skull harbored large, curved
teeth, looking something like a cross between a Neanderthal and a
feral dog. The gangly mess of bleached bones was half-buried under
tendrils of white roots, the cloistered mass hidden within a writhing
mire of waist-high wild grass.
My mouth fell open in awe. The small hairs on my spine stood up. The
faintly burnt smell of the woods in autumn grew suddenly stagnant,
Eye Deep in Hell
A war hospital, Flanders.
France. March 1919.
“Any ID yet?”
“I think one of the
London Territorial Battalions. A bit hard to tell in his condition.”
“Still hasn't uttered a
word, I take it?”
“No. There are plenty
of these boys, though. The shell shock renders them mute. They just
drool and stare at the wall.”
“Pity. The war was
probably almost over when it happened. Where was he found again?”
“In a former no man's
land. Villagers noticed him stumbling aimlessly between the abandoned
“Where was he all that
time? The war ended months ago.”
“No clue. They said he
mumbled something. It was unintelligible, and he hasn't said a word
“What was it?”
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
A Storm Rising“You call this a zoo?” A young woman with long red hair in a bun with glasses shouted from the crowd while pushing her eye glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Alexis sighed in disappointment with her hand on her hip and heckled the zoo keeper guide. She heard about a large reptile exhibit that just opened and was anxious to see all the endangered species. The house was surrounded by a large golden dome from above. The trapped sun light radiated on the animals below to provide a cheap source of light and heat. The crowd of school children and elderly stood in awe with the new center.
The tour guide let out a small sigh and continued on with the tour, her blue eyes moving from the heckler back to the rest of the group. 'It's always my groups that get these irritations isn't it?' Chelsea thought to herself as she kept up her smile for the group and did her best to continue on with the tour. Gesturing to the largest display, she continued where she
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more ca
(Creepypasta) The Diver
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering what I am talking about so, I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Eclipse Part 6
I woke up to the sound of rapid tapping on my window. I lifted my head to see Zach smiling in at me. I yawned and lept out of bed, stretching on my way to the window. I unlocked it and pushed the window upwards and locked it again as it was up.
"What are you doing here at," I glanced at my alarm clock, " 3:30 in the morning? Are you even human?" Zach laughed and gave me one of his smiles that made my heart melt every time he smiled at me. He grabbed his backpack and unzipped a small compartment on the side.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That's for you to decide." He pulled out a small bag and shook it gently. My ears perked up at the sound of something small rattling around the bottom. Zach bowed his head and handed me the bag, smiling. "For the lady."
"You are always getting me presents," I cooed while opening the bag. Zach leaned over and likes my cheek, his smile growing. I could have swore I saw something flash in his eyes.
"I want to spoil you before I am deported. Unless you want m
Dat Ass ~Stridercest~You are now Dave Strider and you are getting tired of your brothers pranks with those damn puppets.
What's wrong with him anyways? This is the 6th time today that he has pelted you with puppet ass. You look around for any signs of your brother before making a mad dash to your room. You run out of the kitchen up the stairs, only to be drowned in fine fluffy rumps.
"Damn!" You thought. "How much smuppet ass can he possibly own?" You turn around seeing your grinning brother snapping a photo of you covered in the damn things like he does everytime. "What the hell is your problem Bro! You have been doing this all day! Don't think just cause your older doesn't mean I won't strife with you cause I swear I will kick your ass this time!" You pull out your katana.
"Dave. Calm you hotter-than-the-sun, ass down. I won't strife with you man. Even little Cal can kick your ass so why should I? If your so bothered by it why didn't you say so?
reality (pt 2)
it was all the same. every day i wasted in a white room, sketching and writing. i didn't speak to anyone, the nurse's sometimes sunk pills into my water so i would take them. i never drank it, i couldn't. if i had i would lose the only thing that would even think of me as human. as a real thing. my sanity was lost, and torn apart, there was no hope for retrieving it. killing my only friend would only make me kill others, or end my own life. he was the only thing that had been with me my whole life, and never let me down. everything i did was part of his plan, i didn't question it though. i never did. he was the only thing i could trust.
a nurse walked in. i could tell she stopped before entering and slipped another drug in my water. there was no clicking sound when she entered.
"good morning joshua, how are you?" she asked with a fake smile and tone of voice, setting "food" down on the t
betrayal leads to terrible endings :P
"sarah, come with me" vivian said, she grabbed sarah's arm and pulled sarah into the girls restroom. "what about soo ting?" sarah asked, "she's going to stay out there til im finished with you" vivian replied. all 3 girls were wearing a blue and white tank-top that was short and they all wore blue miniskirts with black boots. there bare belly's were all exposed and visible. vivian grabbed both of sarah's arms and forced them to her sides, "what the hell are you doing?" sarah asked. "im going to eat you, you look so tasty!" vivian exclaimed.
she shoved sarah's head into her mouth before sarah could even react. sarah's screams became muffled. sarah fought back as hard as she could but vivian had a strong grip on her, she slowly swallowed sarahs breast and shoulders. "MMMPHHHH NOMF!!! IM NOTF FOODF!" sarah screamed through a face full of saliva. vivian took another gulp, sarahs tasty bare stomach slowly entered her mouth. vivian sucked on sarahs bare belly for a few moments, coating it wi
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AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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