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Black LinesBlack Lines
"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
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode
The following is a recording of a suicide note audio tape:
It's just a cartoon, they said. It's just a 2D drawing moving on screen, it can't harm you. Boy, they were wrong.
You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well, let me tell you quickly, since I just want to get this over with.
It happen a few weeks ago with my friends; *****, ******, ******, and **** (These bleeps here are the name of the person's friends. He, himself, who wrote this, has his own name censored due to legal reasons, the only thing we can tell you is that there were four males and one female) We were on an urban exploration – well, not an official one. We were into those things called “Lost Episodes” which were allegedly episodes from popular children cartoons that were either never aired or completely banned. Take the example: 'The Ren & Stimpy Show' which ironically does hav
Creepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future Tense
I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up, namely that I was still dreaming. I had to be. There wasn’t any other explanation for the spectacle that awaited my dazed eyes. An abnormally lucid dream to be sure, and I’d never had a lucid dream before but I was at least familiar with the concept. Everything seemed to be flawlessly material and factual, from the flickering red numbers on my digital clock-radio to the individual fibers of my cotton sheets.
But back on topic, you’re probably curious as to what I saw. First I’ll need to briefly acquaint you with the layout of my room. There’s a rather sizable full-length mirror positioned in a straight line across from my bed. Now, in addition to seeing the room itself reflected in the mirror, there was a most unexpected fellow dwelling within the mirror itself. I say “within the mirror” because he was only present as a reflection, facing outwards in a manner that s
Creepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You Eat
September 14th, 2014
Sleep. I miss sleep more than anything else. You don’t completely understand how much of a necessity it is until you’re reduced to no more than three hours of it each night, I suppose. But I should feel lucky that I can sleep at all. Their screaming keeps much of the staff awake for far longer than I often am.
We still don’t know why they’re always screaming, and may God damn the man who thought to engineer the things with vocal chords. Whoever decided it could possibly be a useful idea to give carnivorous plant-things the ability to vocalize their thoughts was clearly insane. And coming from me that means something. Takes insanity to recognize insanity and all that.
Anyhow, back on topic. The point of all this of course is to see whether a plant with enough specialized cells would be capable of a life similar to one of the lower orders of primates. Because a plant can support nothing similar to a
Creepypasta: Last RegretsCreepypasta: Last Regrets
“A trial of courage.” Heh. Of all the things you could have been forced to do in order to be accepted as part of the popular crowd.
The phrase itself seems meaningless to you as you advance towards the Heinz family tomb, flashlight trained on the nameplate. Tombs are a common sight in Alpenview, seeing as how the loose earth makes digging graves impractical. A buried casket would shift and eventually be wrenched open by the natural movement of the soil.
You never should have mentioned to your “friends” the rumour you heard that the seal to this tomb had long since been rusted apart, likely as a result of shoddy craftsmanship. Not like anyone would ever notice or complain about the substandard work that went into the construction of this particular tomb.
After all, the whole Heinz family, comprising both parents and all four children, is entombed in there. Their entire household died in a conflagration of a house fire.
As you examine the
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
Japanese New Year Ritual (creepypasta)There is a ritual that originated in Japan, that allows you to get the answer to any question you ask.
On the last day of the year, do not partake of any food or water for twenty four hours. Do not go outside, and close all of your curtains. Do not sleep, either. At the stroke of ten o'clock, two hours before the new year, you must prepare a fruit basket with exactly one pineapple, three bananas, two apples, and thirty grapes. When you prepare the basket, you must cut your hand and allow yourself to bleed onto the fruit. Make sure you get blood on all of the pieces. Do not close your eyes while doing this. Do not dress your wound.
At the stroke of midnight, you must find the nearest forest, and walk deep into it until you find a clearing. Build a fire, and sit by it with the basket of fruit in front if you. You must sit there, and make sure the fire doesn't go out.
When the time is right, the wise one will appear out of the forest. He will be very tall and thin, almost twice as tall as
Taste of BrewTaste of Brew
Why do they call coffee 'brew'? Read this.
One late evening in August, when the sun began to set, and he had finished an assignment at his flat in the town limits of Arkham, Thomas Radcliffe the day clerk felt a bit worn out and headed out to the local cafe for a cup of coffee.
This writer should warn readers that coffee, anywhere but in Arkham and Salem, Massachusetts, and Providence, Rhode Island, is safe to drink. Thomas lived in Arkham. However he did not think very seriously about coffee anywhere in America.
Thomas wandered over to the cafe and sat at a table for two. The employee headed towards him and asked his order.
"Yes, sir, what'll you have?"
"Espresso with a punch of brown sugar."
The waiter returned to his post and informed the cook of the order. Several minutes later, hot espresso in a standard cup was set on Thomas's table. The waiter watched him lift the cup and asked about the taste. Thomas replied that it tasted rather bitter but he understo
The Botanist The detective tapped his finger against the solid, oak desk he currently sat at, a small sigh running past his lips.
For the past three months he had been hunting down a killer-- no, killer wasn't even the word to describe him.
He was a monster.
His victims always were mangled, most of their organs pulled out, some even stuffed down their throats, most likely when they had been alive. He shivered at the thought of having your own organs, all bloody, and slimy, shoved down your throat, being forced to eat it while still conscious and aware of your surroundings.
On other occasions, guts were splattered around the kill site, the small intestines being hung like streamers around the area. Maybe the liver would be soaking in alcohol (which was quite ironic really seeing as how alcohol was bad for the liver), laying in the now bloody sink.
Messages may have been written on the wall, simple phrases like:
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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