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"Where am I going?" I asked myself staring into a mirror--my rear view mirror glaring at me beneath the morning frost.
I played a novel while sitting in the drivers seat of my car, though the volume hardly excreted enough noise to give me any sense of where the main character stood. The words were but a deep grumbling playing though the highly tweeted subs across my back glass.
The smallest things can sometimes leave the largest impacts. Science leaves me stunned, and suffocating at times, though it tends to be contradictory. That's myself--contradictory--and when I stare upon myself in a broken mirror, I see distortion. The Universe, maybe this I see, a course of strings and electrical impulses so very similar to the human mind--even my mind, but as I stare closer into the mirror intending to see the atoms in the black of my eyes, I say to myself: "This is all in theory."
My vehicle seemed much louder in the cold settings of winter. The gear shifter popped into reverse, an
Ecclesia's Wind"Did the stranger give you his name?" Mr. Trice asked, his hand held out above the counter as three gold coins hovered above his palm. They danced in the absence of gravity, occasionally clinging into one another.
My elbows sat on the counter, my hands fisted beneath my chin, mesmerized by the floating coins. "I wouldn't have called him a stranger if I knew his name."
"Aye," he glared at me from beneath his white caterpillar eyebrows. "But I swore he gave you his name? Maybe my old ears deceived me."
He clasped his hand, and the coins struck the counter top simultaneously.
I smirked with a roll to my eyes. "Maybe he gave me a name, but I prefer stranger for right now. That's all he is."
I slid from my cold stool, and stepped lightly forwards the end of the counter. The windows were still damp of dew, but the east sun dried the top corners into a dusty film. Across the street stood another small building who's roof had fallen in over the years as if it had lost its mind and it's skull c
Ecclesia (short summary)The Wind seemed to follow him, Sere often gazed, though he convinced her he was Human. Kaze followed the daughter of the Village Leader, and they noticeably faked their excitement to be wedded. Sere's curiosity grew, pushed by a hidden force of a nature, and in such a short amount of time she finds that she's breathless with as well as without him.
Anamolia Chapter OneAnamolia
Chapter One: "
The first year of four began on a microsecond. The crossing streets beamed of neon lights, flashing and dimming as machines slowed the time, and we, my people, were capable of witnessing the vibrant numbers pass illuminated across the Capital city.
Our ancestors celebrated the dawn of the New Years, but that was a time when the Sun still thrived--still heated our human bodies, and I watched those numbers pass as if they were the sun--as if they emitted light or hope.
"Miles, are you okay?"
My twin sister placed her hand across the polished aluminum table and on my wrist. My gaze was hardly interrupted, though she'd be the only one that'd see any hint of it if I had shown any.
I pulled my wrist against my chest, and crossed my arms, the crowds cheering, drinking their bubbly drinks in celebration of...nothing.
"I'm fine, just bored."
Above the capital tower, the numbers sped back to hyper speeds--time traveling as it was into the future. T
ECCLESIA Episode Three: Days to ComeECCLESIA
Episode Three: "Days to Come"
I knew nothing
At this point in a corrupted time.
Ignorance posed a threat,
--A suffocating threat--
If I did not rise soon to meet
The intellect I possessed.
And I dreamed of Him
In the most unusual of circumstances.
As if a trigger had been pulled,
His auras followed me like the air,
A foreign calling of my name.
Kaze stood before me,
A hole bled
Through the silver silk of my dress.
I still thought
Suffocation and the red
Folding down my stomach,
Streaming across the silver skirt.
He stood tall and
If not for the clouded darkness.
In his hand
Thumped a ball of pink tissue,
The red dripped
Pouring from ripped veins
At the soles of his bare feet.
And paralysis held me back
From retrieving it.
I decided to take the next several days off and used the opportunity to assist my older sister in a few household chores. Of course, I really didn't do much. Going back to Mr. Trice's store
Ecclesia 'The Final Surrage' prologueECCLESIA
Episode Zero: "Rise" (Prologue)
The world collapsed one pillar at a time. The Final Surrage was only the beginning of a series of tragic events according to the Suns that circled a wide sky. The Sun that rose in the east beamed as the brighter and earlier star and marked the beginning of a thirty minute gap for the dim west sun to follow. I once paid them little attention for they were meaningless to me in all ways except the telling of time, but now I marveled at them and their dim glow, their troubling beauty and life a representation of unanimous beings that I had yet to comprehend.
"Kaze," I called the name of my last and closest friend. "Do you really believe what your sister explained to us?"
The wind whispered a strange lie as Kaze finished collecting water from the red river, commonly referred to as the Scarlet River, and the only river to my knowledge that ran wild throughout the known land.
His false smile came and went. "Serenity, all we can do is pray that things m
ECCLESIA: Episode One: ReverentECCLESIA
Episode Two: "Reverent"
Three years passed slower than the death of a Mahogany Beetle caught in the ooze of a Cloro Tree. They ate the sap using a slick tongue, and sometimes fell victim to its adhesive texture taking weeks for them to die. I passed by one of the critters on my early morning walk, too sleepy to snarl my nose and I moved on.
I squinted in regret as I twisted the rusty knob. The hinges squealed, and I wished to follow its example. However, I kept my complaints to myself. The grocery shop consumed the majority of my time. I smiled away, though sometimes faint. Mr. Trice was the only employer willing to hire me with my condition, if being Human was truly a disability. Behind the counter I sat, my posture horribly hunched on a backless stool.
"Why are you early?" Mr. Trice's voice naturally sounded as if he spoke in a barrel, deep and scratchy.
Through a crooked window I watched the east sun rise above a line of forest. The west sun would follow it in a short thi
ECCLESIA: Episode One: AlibiECCLESIA
Episode One: "Alibi"
We stayed in a cabin just on the outskirts of town despite my father's occupation as a member of the Council. As a result, my mother worried little about the food on the table in comparison to our neighbors. I looked upon my parents relationship as beautiful, their methods on caring for my sister and I equally perfect. I never saw myself or my sister as attention seekers, though my sister once threw a tantrum in the market place when my father forbade her a new dress. She hardly left a mark on society though; she didn't stand above a crowd--not on the same levels that I did.
A visitor once asked my mother: "Her hair is gorgeous, who mixed the hair dye?"
My mother and father looked upon each other hesitantly: "Her hair is not colored; it's naturally that dark blue," my mother responded politely.
Our neighbor raised a brow, and continued: "And you say she is human? You've noticed no strange phenomenons?"
The woman's eyes sat heavily on me as I bathed in the
SpaceNothing moved. The world stood disturbingly still in a sort of lingo, may it or may it not have been a purgatory--which I often contemplated as well. An eyeless angel cushioned my head--my dog chewed the cheap buttons off it's face--as I starred into the ceiling.
"That crack is going to kill me," I spoke so blandly that I bored myself.
Work would arrive in only thirty minutes. I'd perform the same activities as the day before. Sall would sit in the chair next to me, and chart and ramble about what her annoying ass kids had done that previous day. I'd have to document about the patient in room 631 falling out of bed again. She fell every day, and I highly doubted she was discharged at this point. Mary Winkleblack was her name, a woman with everything wrong, but nothing legally documented. I think it's illegal for me to reveal her name? Hell, what am I saying? I know it's illegal.
I'm not worried about getting fired though, because for Pete's Sake--whoever the fuck Pete is--look at my la
(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 who 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.
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
Lullaby for a KillerJeffery Blalock lied in his bed, staring continuously at the wall beside him. Every now and then, he blinked to move at least one part of his body since he was too tired to move around. Despite his unusual lack of sleep, he couldn't seem to slip away from reality into a dream. His brother, Liu, was in the next room, snoring his head off. It wasn't why he couldn't sleep. Jeff'd had to deal with his brother for pretty much his entire life by now and had gotten used to the sound even though there was entire wall separating them.
After another hour, Jeff was able to flip to his left side. His eyes began tracing the dim, yellow light from the hallway outside his door. He began back-tracking his day; waking up, getting dressed, having a bowl of cereal, going to school, chatting with some friends, and coming home. Jeff couldn't think of anything that could keep him awake.
He let out a frustrated grunt and forced himself out of bed. Jeff began sliding his aching feet across the flo
Bambi: A fox's feast part 2The fox crept towards the bunny one step at a time, her wet tongue leaking drool onto the cave floor as she anticipated the feast to come. Thumper’s thick lapin scent filled the vixen’s nose and made her sigh; she was going to enjoy eating this one maybe even more than his friend, he certainly looked more filling. The vixen stopped to savor the moment, seeing the rabbit shaking in fear and feeling the skunk still struggling inside her full stomach was sending the predatory vixen into a state of ecstasy. She wanted to tear this little rabbit apart piece by piece, but that wouldn’t nearly as fun as swallowing him whole and feeling him squirm inside her belly.
Thumper stared at her through wide eyes, his ears bent back in fear and desperation, as the vixen moved closer towards him. He could see hear the fox’s stomach gurgling with his friend still trapped inside, “Why are you doing this?” the rabbit asked tearfully, he just couldn’t understand why
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
reality (pt 1)
I screamed. His blood stained my hands. It was every where. I could barley hold my self up, tears covered my face mixing into the blood. this can't be happening. No please tell me this isn't happening!
A faint grin arose from my lips, I chuckled a bit. "what's wrong? why are you crying?"
i twitched, shaking, fear filled me. the blood was everywhere. i loved it, but at the same time i wished this hadn't happened.
"he's dead" i whispered to my self. "WHY IS HE DEAD!?" i fell to my knees, ripping my nails into my head. the dark red color continued to stain more. "dad... you can't leave me... i can't live alone.... not with her"
a loud thud echoed threw my ear. i froze, it came from my mothers room. i ran into it, bursting the door open. there was no light in the room. i threw on the switch to lighten the room. i gagged as more te
Be QuietMisery: eh, another story of my creepypasta oc, Misery... I’m sorry, I kind of suck at original stories
This is Misery’s point of view~
I just wanted to talk things over, I didn’t want to do it. She just pushed me over the edge... and the knife in my hand... slipped across her neck, and continued to stab in and out of her body. She was so pretty, on the outside. On the inside she was ugly, horrid, disgusting. She was nothing but another slime ball in this disgusting world. The preppy head cheerleader, the prom queen, the disgusting fake that’s only popular because of her knowledge of everyone elses failures. Her friends hate her, it’s obvious they hate and fear her. What she knew of them I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter anymore. I did the world a favor by getting rid of this scuzzball.
Should I start from the beginning about what happened? No, I
Anna's beach surprise :P"i love my new bikini" Anna said to herself. she was a beautiful girl with brown hair and brown eyes, she had a great looking body. she rubbed her right hand across her bare stomach, she was all alone on the beach or so she thought. sloppy joe was stalking her, and he had plans to eat her. she sat all alone on her beach towel, completely unaware of the danger she was in. she decided to lay down on her stomach so she could feel the warm sun on her back. sloppy joe crept up on her, he stretched out his arms and he slowly licked his hips.
his shadow cast over her, she looked up and instantly began screaming. sloppy joe grabbed her arms and forced them to her sides, he quickly shoved her head in his mouth. her screams became muffled. she kicked her legs and wiggled her fingers frantically, she tried punching him but he had a firm grip on her arms. he held them to her sides, making it impossible for her to punch. he took another gulp, her breast and shoulders entered his mouth, "MMMPHH HEYM
Secrets in the ShadowsIn the shadows one can witness many things. The secrets people hide from others are clearly seen by me. There are whispers that something lurks in the shadows. They are right, for I am the one those whispers are based on. I know their weakness. I know their lies. I've seen their sin from my place in the shadows. The locking of doors for those affairs; the way they lust for passion from another person. The hushed giggles of children telling secrets they hope their parents don't know. The shadows are for secrets, secrets wished to be kept. There are some that notice the shift in the wind when I'm around. They get a chill here and there. The adrenaline kicks in as I'm around, knowing any moment their secrets could be revealed. They panic, they act without thought, hurting the ones who were to keep their secret. The secret gets out, for I have spilled, spilled a special secret you wish you had kept. You see me in the shadows, my skin a faded grey, my eyes black as night, my hair the
A Secret Cord"I'd like to bring this to a whole new psychosis."
Sweat pinned itself within the air. The temperature rose with every tug on the rope, those thick knots stressing a tight grip around a pair of frail wrists. The time of day became unknown when a busted eye opened to a room full of old colors. The windows were sheathed with a silver shield--a cheap brand of aluminum foil, and as if it were a mirror, he starred at his crumpled reflection.
"Did you hear me?"
Distance became difficult to judge. One eye swollen, and the other hazy, her body wobbled for an impossible freedom. Her strength weak, she respond:
"Where am I?"
"I don't know."
He stepped while finishing: "Do not know."
He kneeled before her. Suddenly, the pale colors of the room blurred. Her breath left her swiftly, and the man starred at her under such propulsion. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. It chattered.
A rapid heartbeat tampered with the tension.
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