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A World for the Six of Us Chapter 1I open my eyes to see a square sun rising in a blocky world. Tamer, Megan, Zander, Raven, and Austin are all around me, groggily rubbing their eyes. “Guys,” I say to them as they wake up slowly. “We’re in-“
“Minecraft!” Megan shouts, interrupting me.
The five of them erupt into exclaims of confusion and fascination before I open my inventory. I’m slightly surprised at how huge my pockets are, but the words in the sky saying You have earned the achievement Taking Inventory stops us all.
“How did you do that?” Raven asks me.
“I opened up my inventory,” I reply.
Raven turns to a nearby tree and starts punching it. Soon enough, it turns to a smaller block and falls onto the ground for her to pick up. You have earned the achievement Getting Wood. The words disappear after a while.
“Is anyone here against deforestation of this area?” Austin asks. After a few seconds of silence, we get to work pu
What School Is Really TeachingSchool is a wonderful place.
Kids are taught
Skills they'll need for later in life
With a few extra thrown in there
That they can do great things.
If they can survive that is.
School is just a name
Tell the students
To keep them encouraged.
But school is NOT wonderful
Explain to me how
Miles and miles of chains,
Is a wonderful thing?
Explain to me how
Students are expected to succeed
When all they hear
Is words of hate,
Explain to me how
Students can thrive
In an environment
That only teaches
The fact that girls have to be:
Dating the best guy,
And if they aren't,
They have to do something
They can to be
I'm not a guy,
So I can't say what it's like for them,
But from what I've heard,
As long as you're the biggest d,
Both in the body part and personality,
School is teachin
To All Girls Popular and UnpopularTo all of the popular girls:
You know who you are
I can list your names
Right off the top of my head
You know who you are,
You know people pay attention to you,
And you know you’re pretty
But did you know there are people around you,
They can just have your looks,
Just for a day—
Just for one day?
Not your little followers,
Who chase after you like a lost puppy
Tell you you’re pretty
And call themselves fat just to make you skinnier,
But people with low self-esteem
They’re out there,
And their numbers are not short
And I used to be there.
But now that I can see
See what you do
What you say
Even what you feel
I’m my own role model
I’m my own popular girl
I’m my own brand of pretty
And my new wish
My new want
My new hope
Is that girls like me
Will know that they are pretty too
To all of the girls who wish to be popular:
Christmas Rage.Yeah I get it.
You don't have to rub it in.
I'm only a teenager.
I don't know everything.
So lay off the hate.
It's not my fault I'm the way I am.
I'm my own person
And I can do
Whatever I wanna do,
Write whatever I wanna write.
So next time you got something to say
That will make you feel better
And not in the way giving someone a Christmas present will,
Because we have feelings too.
Role PlayA dream of a little rainbow butterfly woke Chyanne up. It was 2:56 in the morning, but she didn't feel tired anymore. There was something off about the air. Crawling out of bed, Chy grabbed a knife from a drawer on her nightstand and felt the urge to pull her kimono-like pajamas tighter around herself, but it was hotter the closer she got to the hallway. She poked her head out of her bedroom, but there was nothing. A faint, ghost-like cry from upstairs sent her to investigate further. Clyra, her best friend Anna's Chadelure, was floating at the top of her stairs.
"Chy..." Clyra said in her mystical voice. "Come with me..."
"What is it?" Chy asked. Pokemon didn't usually randomly show up to her house in the middle of the night.
"Where is she?"
Chy stopped for a moment. Images of the ghosts clouded her head before she shook it, as if that would shake them out. "Wait here." She went back downstairs and pounded on her older brother Dimentio's bedroom door.
Risky Rewards Part 2: Decision 2You hide behind some nearby trees as the man walks by, oblivious to the fact that you're standing right there. When he's gone, you take another look at what's around you. You know you need food and water. Looking around a little bit, you notice an apple tree. As your stomach growls, you pick a ripe one.
But should you eat it?
You're not native to this land. What if it's poisonous to you? Or do you want to stop those hunger pains that will soon be slowing you down?
Risky Rewards Part 2: Decision 1You decide to approach the man you see in the distance. "Hello," you call out, not really knowing if he's going to know English or not. He speeds up, quickly closing the distance between you two. As soon as you're within arm's reach, he grabs your wrist and holds you captive with an inhuman force.
"Who are you?" he asks in a deep voice. You now notice how much bigger he is compared to you. There are bigger humans back home, but this...man is a danger right now. "How did you get here?"
"I don't know," you reply. "I just woke up here."
"That doesn't tell me who you are!"
He starts pulling you in the direction of where he came from. What will you do? Let him take you, fight back, or get away?
MotherlessTired of letting that pesky Lucas and his friends get all the needles? Take control of the Masked Man yourself and stop the good from getting the dragon's power for themselves! Join the Pigmasks to bring the truth back to Nowhere Islands, while finding out about your past along the way. Who will succeed? You or the evil Lucas?
"I found you on your deathbed, clinging to life like you left something behind. So I had no choice but to take you in. Only a creature of evil would leave you to die. You see, you are no mistake. You are the key to my plan to bring order back to Nowhere Islands. These people need the truth. If they keep living like they have been, their pasts will never be uncovered. Now, will you join me?"
Yes. The people will learn the truth, I promise.
No. I need to find out about my own past before showing everyone else theirs.
The cover depicts the Masked Man with his hand on one of the needles on the right side, along with his Pigmasks behind him, and Lucas an
Risky Rewards Part 1All you remember is the burning. You don't know if you actually were or not, but your entire body felt like it was being engulfed by flames. The agonizing heat tore your skin off little by little, burning every cell until there was nothing left but the black. Sweet and relieving blackness.
But now you're here. Here being some place that resembles Earth but couldn't possibly be. It's too...perfect. The sky is too blue, clouds too fluffy, plants too green. You're in another dimension; it's not quite parallel, not quite disconnected. It's just there, and you're just here. As you stand and take a look around, you see you're in a field. There are a few trees scattered around, but what really piques your interest is the path you can see just a few feet in front of you. In both directions it continues farther than you can see, but coming towards you, you notice a tiny figure.
It's a person. As he approaches, you can see he looks like a normal human being. That's good.
There's still eno
Creepypasta: LuluIt all started with another family camping trip. My brother Andy, my parents, my Aunt Laura, my Uncle Ben and I always planned an annual camping trip to the nearby mountains. Every year we would hike a bit higher and walk a bit farther. This year we went up about 10 miles and half way around the mountain to a grassy flatland. It was pretty nice, quiet and unmoved by the urban life just a few miles down the road. The only part I didn’t like was that there was no actual bathroom so if you needed some quiet time in a john you needed to take a shovel and hope you don’t pick up poison ivy.
It was getting closer to sun down and the camp was all set up and the fire was crackling in the center. I had the greatest urge to take a piss so I told my mother I was going into the trees for a moment. She told me not to go too far and I nodded to show her I understood. Then I left.
I walked into the collection of trees moving just far enough to see the light. The last thing I wanted is one
CreepyPasta Survival GuideCreepyPasta Survival Guide
Hello sweet protagonist. You’re probably reading this because you can’t stop pissing all over yourself because of the monsters in your closet, the demons infesting your house, neighborhood and/or game consol, psychotic serial killers or your just so goddamn paranoid because you’ve read WAY too many creepypastas in the dark and now you want some new tips to protect yourself or avoid creepy shit.
Honestly that last scenario is your own damn fault, but I’ll be nice and help you anyway. Now, before the ghost haunting your brain falls asleep, lets get started!
1.) Don’t fuck with clowns
2.) Other people’s children are dangerous. Especially if they have black eyes.
3.) If you find something in your possession that you don’t remember having or borrowing, destroy it.
4.) Don’t go out for walks. At night. By yourself. Seriously.
5.) If you see an animal that looks like some kind of mutant rat or giant bear dog or whateve
Contains: Blood + Gore description, Strong language and disturbing scenes.
Rated: For ages 17+
"Patient #7732 appears to look stable, as well as patient #7733. However, we might want to recheck #7730." A man in white, began to write on his paper attached to a clipboard, while adjusting his glasses.
It had been three months since I've been working at a place like this. A small, psychiatric hospital for the unique, special people, or should I say for lunatics who can't seem to live a normal life with ordinary people. Then again, I wasn't too ordinary myself, or so mother would tell me. I was usually the weak, sick child in my family. I couldn't manage to finish school. What with many absences in my daily life, not to mention scheduled doctor appointments, I knew I wouldn't have the capacity to get enough credits in my classes. I was more of a needy child than the rest of my relatives. All my siblings would usually surpass me at
In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
i don't camp anymore
a few weekends ago i was camping with a group of my friends. all boys since it was a tradition one out of 8 of us chooses a place to camp over the weekend once every year, and it was my turn.
we where having fun, cooking on a low fire, talking about random things like which creepypasta would beat the other or what would be an awesome sith vs. jedi battle, some LARPing here and there, and our favorite making the consolations into monsters.
maybe though it was when we where almost tired out one of us decided it would be fun to go swimming in the bay. i never liked water, but they got me to go in about up to my waist deep. it was to cold to go any deeper, and i was afraid. i wasn't sure of what, but i was ready to run out of that chilling water with out a second thought.
i think it was 5 minutes when we all herd Erick screaming in terror. there was no way to explain how it sound bu
I Was Broken
I was once broken. I was shattered, hurt, sad, and angered. My tears were running down my cheeks like minute waterfalls. My heart was ripped out, and torn apart.
But then the voices came. They came from the darkness and told me everything would be alright. They told me that I would get my revenge. That I would not feel this way anymore.
All I had to do was give in to the sadness and hate, and give my broken spirit to the darkness.
I was broken, but now the darkness holds me together.
I killed people... I am a monster... The voices told me I did it right, and they tell me to do more bad things, but it was not. This is not right. I hate it.
The darkness and I are one now. It will not go away. It is part of me.
I was broken, and now I am shattered.
My blood runs through my fingers so beautifully. It is the color of red roses. It is warm, and I can feel my own unsteady pul
Eclipse Part 17I looked over to see DM and Dove approaching.
“I could feel demonic presences…” DM commented, looking around. Dove stopped behind DM and smirked, looking over at me.
“Yeah…you COULD feel demonic presences…but not anymore…” I smiled and looked up at DM.
“Don’t worry DM, I took care of them. It was just a small pack…easily taken care of...”
I watched as Jack healed my wounds. The sensation stung and was hot, but doable. After a few seconds there was no longer any indication of trauma to my arm. I looked up at Jack whose vision was transfixed at the large moon looming over us. A slight breeze swept past us in our momentary silence. Jack blinked and looked down at me, his face hard.
“Sombaria…she is after you…” His voice sounded calm, but there was definitely an angry tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack in confusion.
“……Who?” Jack’s fists tightened
A Real Vampire Love StoryMy husband and I are masters of the night. We are both vampires and are considered some of the finest and most renown.
I can kill in an instant and he can suck more blood than anyone. That's probably why he weighs 340 pounds and I am only 150. "Babe, it's time. This belly isn't going to fill itself." He groaned as he walked up to me while rubbing his grumbling belly.
"Awe. Don't sorry, sweetie. I will find you a nice refreshing meal!" I say, hugging him tight. "I hope so. I'm getting hungry."
"Want to come watch?" I ask him, twirling my hair with my finger.
"I wouldn't even consider going without you."
"Someone has to help clean up." I chuckle and head out to the streets of Las Vegas where we lived now. There was a supple food source here. There was so many criminals, prostitutes, and low lives that it didn't matter if we killed them.
Luckily it was Halloween and it was okay to dress like a crazy person. We didn't look that different from normal people. Our hair is dark and our skin is
I Love YouI don't know what to do anymore..
my brother is haunting me, its nice to have someone who cares about me but he wont let me alone anymore.
I standing in my room staring at my chalk board, it was all clean except for 3 little words.
I Love You
I'm staring at those word and falling down on my knees crying and sobbing.
I lay my hand on my head and grabs my bed sheets.
I cant live longer like this he will kill me with his love.
And if he doesn't do it someone els will do it.
I grabbed my bag and take out a medicine bottle, they sleeping pills i got because i got nightmares all the time and i couldn't sleep because of them.
Slowly i open the bottle and take one pill and swallowed it with some water.
After the first i start taking all of them, i almost choked on them.
I took them all and slowly crawl to my bed.
Soon enough i felt asleep.
But he dint want me to go.
Devin grabbed my arm and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom.
He cryd 'Dont die on my, dont die' he sobbed.
I aM nOt A gLiTcH.My sister played Pokemon Red. She went to Cinnabar. She ignored the warnings. She surfed. She got into a battle.
She caught a MissingNo.
She nicknamed it Vanellope from Wreck-it Ralph, one of our favorite Disney movies. To her surprise, none of the usual glitches occurred. She kept a journal of what happened, which I will copy here:
I caught a MissingNo., but strangely, none of the usual glitches are here. My sister Allison is sitting next to me, watching me play. I'm continuing to play normally. Wait, now I'm getting a weird feeling. It's like...Lavender Town is calling me, waiting for me.
I know this isn't a good idea, but I'm on my way to Lavender Town right now. I'm there, and the music is normal, but a text box just appeared.
"I wAnT tO pLaY, aNnA," Vanellope says.
"Y-you're just a g-glitch..." I whisper.
"WhAt DiD yOu JuSt CaLl Me? I aM nOt A gLiTcH. dO yOu WaNt To FeEl WhAt It FeElS lIkE tO bE uSeD aNd AbUsEd By ChIlDrEn ArOuNd ThE wOrLd?!"
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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