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11. SadnessThey say sadness comes from a feeling of disadvantage, loss and helplessness. I dont feel disadvantaged in any way, I havent lost a thing except for maybe a few coins in favour of a bottle of sweet juice, and I deffinitely dont feel helpless. But I feel sad. So what am I, outer-deffinitionally-sad? I dont know where this feeling came from, but all of a sudden, as if it had been in the air, I felt sad, and the feeling hasnt left me since then, a few days ago. I walk around the world as if I were in a bubble, as if that bubble softened every sound except for those of cars roaring and people yelling, softened every touch, so that mostly I feel nothing. Its as if my whole body had fallen asleep, like when your foot tingles and you can poke it with something sharp and youll only feel that somethings touching your foot, but not what and how much that hurts or feels good. What I do know is that I no longer want to feel th
He wore a pink dress of the finest silk, courtesy of a close friend. But what good did the dress do if he couldnt wear it in public? He wanted people to see him, but, most of all, he wanted to walk in the gardens of the palace without disruption.
His dad would never allow. a man does not dress in womens clothes. A man, a man of royalty like you, above all, must always defend his dignity and honor, which you destroy completely by wearing those dresses He would say somehting like that, surely, and then he would forbid dresses to be brought into the palace if he didnt posess a key to the cloest they were to be stored in.
All Frank wanted was a walk around the gardens in the lovely pink dress his friend Jonatan had bought him. So, to try to make his wish come true, he called in a conference with Jonny and Will. They were the only 2 who knew about his obsession.
The plan was good, and they hoped it wouldnt fail.
The hole on the other side of the pal
9. DoomI sat there apathetically motionlessly staring at the shadows flickering over the graffiti-covered walls 20 feet away from me. I squinted as I suddenly saw a shadow coming towards me, becoming larger and larger until some evil person stood in front of me blocking my sight.
YOU! Evil creature! Will you stand aside, I MUST observe the shadows or else they will flee!
He sat down beside me, but his intrusion had scared them all away and all my precious work of over a century had dissipated into thin air. I could KILL him! I noticed I was strangling him when his hand fell on my thigh, the pervert! I let him go, he had to be alive to be scolded, after all. The yelling didnt serve to bring him to his sense, though. He kept trailing his hand up and down my thigh, and then, suddenly, he straddled me! I lost all my wits right then and slapped the ignorant being across the face. First he bereft me of my lifes efforts, then he mocks me, and now he tries to seduce me!
8. Novel Tis a novel way of looking at life, it is.
Indeed, I agree, yet, is it in accordance with the Holy Bible?
Sir, your disciples shall have to figure that out, because, with all due respect, I have not enough knowledge of the Holy Bible to be judge upon such delicate matters.
Very well, I shall set 3 of my monks to the task of analyzing the problem at hand thoroughly.
Yes, but do have them proceed with discretion, I dont want rumors to set out into the city about the respectabilty of my palace
Of course, they will work with the highest secrecy, and noone shall know what they are about.
Very well, so it be then. And now, there was something else you asked of me?
Yes, indeed. But I believe we should go into more private rooms for that
Of course. Let us go into my chambers. Come.
7. PiratesWe were pirates, travelling through the seas of the mind and taking what we wanted. There was so much non-useful stuff that eventually we had to give out a few brains per a million people that would contain all the bullshit thoughts. The good ones were archivated in the Great Secretary of Whiteness. Us, the elite group of the Collectors' disciples, were destined to go out there and pick up the White Ones. The Boredoms were to lisen to all the thoughts we dropped in, a tedious work, very boring and monotonous. The excitement of my job was the adventure. I have witnessed many brilliant thoughts, I've seen their creation, seen how the cells connected and rejoiced when I successfully pulled the fresh thought from the mind. Some were really egoistic about their thoughts, they just wouldn't let go. I hated when that happened, because sometimes the cells would mutate in a matter of seconds and start biting me.
Todays my last day of work, then I leave for my vacations. So, think!
Ah, there's o
6. PessimisticSlow currents of air forced themselves through the small window. The others were all closed. It was hot and humid, very humid. She could have sworn they were in the tropic, but was it so? No, they werent. But the weather suited the situation in a twisted way.
Smiles and laughter had gone with her. Fun and happyness had packed their bags and left. They didnt know how to go on, if there was even a future.
Their black clothes nearly choked them, but she wouldnt let them wear anything else, and they had nothing else, either. It wasnt fitting for these children to walk around in black. They should run away, they should flee. But she wanted to stay, she didnt let them. How often had they begged her, and she had always responded the same way. The bruises on their backs would never heal if she didnt stop. And to make her stop they would have to stop telling her they had to leave, now. But they didnt want to give up, and they knew very well they wouldn&
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
La CortinaSiempre se había movido, y nunca me había dado cuenta. Se movía en olas lentas, como si estuviese respirando lentamente, como lo hacen los ancianos. "Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung". No había sonido alguno, nunca había habido, y no supuse que iría a haber algún día. Sólo el movimiento. Como un barco, meciéndose sobre la tranquilas olas del mar caribe, sospechando absolutamente nada mientras los marineros duermen y sueñan de casa, o de islas tropicales llenas de mujeres bellas.
Como una madre que baila lentamente con su hijo en brazos para que duerma, cantándole con su dulce voz una canción de cuna, la más bella. Como la suave y lenta canción de cumbia en aquel restaurante remoto en mitad del desierto, casi abandonado, casi solitario, tan lleno de vida.
Yo estaba barriendo la casa como me lo había pedido mi madre cuand
3. Content3. Content
It would be disastrous.
There had not been enough rehearsals, he didnt know his text, and he didnt even want to participate. It had been his best friends idea, Matts. At the diner, Pennys, they had found it a good idea, but now, 3 months later and a lot more nervous, he found it had nothing good about it at all. No, nothing. He wanted to get it over with, with as few public humiliation as possible, and then he wanted to disappear for at least half a year. Why had he ever agreed to do this? Hed known the older kids would think he was a fag for doing this! Why did he expose himself to the school in tights and reciting heroic lines, then?
Well, of course, he could argue that he had had no idea that the play to be put on stage was Robin Hood, but he could have informed himself before recklessly joining the drama club. How ignorant of him! At least Matt was in it with him, but that didnt help much, because he was playing the k
The Threshold: "Whoop! Careful now!" Karen giggled as her husband carried her over the threshold of their hotel room. Matt laughed and turned, navigating her through the doorway with a little difficulty due to how large her dress was compared to the narrow, almost claustrophobic doorway. Shutting the door behind him with a push from his shoe, Matt carried her all the way to the large bed, plopping her onto it with childlike humor, to which she gleefully yelped and laughed, reaching over to pull him to join her. As honeymooners were wont to do, their eager, impatient bodies were soon laid bare and intertwined.
Hours later, still excited but with less energy from all that tension released, Karen moved over to the satin drapes to pull them aside, wanting to look out at the moonlit beach and waves caressing the shore like her husband had her body. Instead, what she saw was frozen tundra, a strong wind blowing across the slopes, sharp rock peaks po
no estoy loca verdad?Hola se que no es un capitulo pero esto es serio ya no puedo aguantar mas todos me ven como loca cosa que no es cierta las sombras siempre las veo pero esto es el limite bueno confio en ustedes no me traten de loca si bueno lo que pasa esque todo susedio a principios de este mes
Yo estaba tranquila releyendo uno de mis creepypasta favoritos Zalgo para quien no los conosca les dare un resumen de su creepy:
Zalgo, es una entidad maligna caótica, asociada comúnmente con la locura, la muerte, la destrucción, el miedo y el fin del mundo como lo conocemos.
Una entidad viviendo en otro plano dimensional y que cuando aparece en el nuestro crea el caos, su sola presencia, es capaz de llevar a una persona hacia el vórtice de la locura. En pocas palabras, Zalgo es... el horror en persona. Por más que busques en internet, jamás encontraras una respuesta clara sobre qué es Zalgo, debido a que no existe tal, ya que Zalgo es algo tan terrible, que no exi
Goodbye, ObserverYou know what’s scary? The inevitable. The inevitable is what is scary.
So I’m going to tell you: That girl there? With the curly hair and bad posture? I’m going to kill her. That’s inevitable. Ooh, scary. Now, with that unsettling thought nestled in your brain, I’m going to continue with the opening monologue.
I hope we’re not off on the wrong foot—it would really be a shame if you thought wrongly of me. Which is to say: I want you to be disgusted and horrified. I don’t want you to think I’m boring, or pretentious. But anyway, back to discussing the philosophy of the inevitable.
It’s why everyone is so scared of death, underneath everything else. It seems so unnatural because what we understand is living, and not-living is weird when it’s not meat to be eaten. But we all know about ends, about death. We know it and we know we can’t stop it.
It’s beautiful in a way.
I bet you’re wondering about my inten
NicotineEvery time I try something here, I always give up – it’s just never fucking right. And it’s absolutely infuriating, wanting to be this – it’s not even specific, it isn’t direct, it’s just a childhood fantasy, half-formed, associated with vague thoughts of elegance and wisdom, an illusion I had before I learned that’s not how adulthood works. The problem, of course, being that I still haven’t got a goddamn clue how it actually does work.
So I’m running away.
As it turns out, running away is also less wonderful than it always was in my head.
But hey, these days I call the shots on curfew. I live week by week without the stress and strain of “what if I lose this?” because I’ve learned that the things I own can’t be lost. I own the hot sunrise warming my back and the breathy gusts of wind that will kick in soon with the fall of twilight. I own every song on the radio (whether it’s a good station
Flies Tye sat catching flies. His beard was ragged and filled with sweat and he smelled like someone who hadn't taken baths in years. Kevin had to hold for his nose as he entered the cell. "Tye Lynwood," he said. "How are you feeling today?"
"Flies, flies, fly into my mouth." His eyes were darting around, chasing a fly stuck in his cell.
"Are you feeling any more talkative today?" Kevin hunched down on his knees like he was talking to a child.
"Come fly, don't be scared." Tye gasped as he caught the fly. As he opened his fist slowly to look at it, it flew away.
"You haven't touched any of your food, Tye." Kevin nodded at the plates of bread and cheese all the prisoners got. "You're just skin and bones."
"Flies, flies so tasty. Oh so tasty. You try one. Try, try."
"I've already eaten, Tye. And I'm not one to chase flies." Kevin sighed. He'd been here every day, hoping he could somehow prove his f
April 20th 2012 The piercing scream of the phone rang and pull me back to my old room once more. I woke up a little bit disoriented and dizzy for a moment then start to put myself back together. Still adjusting to the realm of reality I quickly grab the phone just to hear my close friend since the high school’s days “ Nick” is on the other side. “So what’s up with you now, heard that you about to come out with the new record already huh tee hee. Guessing that’s why you haven’t shown up to any get-together party or hang out or even show your face in public anymore.” Nick shot out all the words within 2 secs.. max , I guess that’s one of his many talents anyway.(even there’re sarcasm in his voice) So how about today all of the guys are planning to get together later and have a little reminiscence with “Jim” you know “ J.B.” heh hee . “So whaddaya say?”. Before I can response anything
Wholocked x ReaderYou were running down the streets of London, going anywhere you could fit, between flat buildings, under cars, taxi trunks, just trying to get away from the crazy man after you.
You looked behind you for a split second only to run into someone, they wasted no time pulling you into an alley and watching the man go past.
"Thank you." You said to the man you ran into, he looked at you with concern.
"Are you alright, my names John." The man said as he looked over his shoulder to see the man was gone.
You sighed, "Yeah I'm okay, I'm (Name)."
John smiled at you and checked one more time to see if the man would come back, but like before he wasn't there.
"Ugh, Sherlock." John mumbled as his phone went off again..., and again.
"I better get-"
"No, come with me. Do you even have a place to go?" He said, cutting you off. He pulled you from the alley and you made your way down the street. You were in old cloths and didn't look your best.
"I don't, but-"
"I insist, the man didn't loo
The Diamond Part 2
"If you thought you could take me on a second time Batgirl, you're very mistaken. But I have wasted enough time with you. That diamond is mine!" Harley Quinn laughed.
Batgirl could see that Harley was enjoying herself. Why shouldn't she be? Batgirl was helpless at the mercy of Harley Quinn, who defeated her all by herself. But that wasn't entirely true since Batgirl was struck down from behind. Her assailant won only through foul play!
The last time they clashed with each other, The Joker's henchwoman had help - Poison Ivy. Together they were two against one teenage girl who didn't plan on doing any heroics. She was only going out to a costume party to have some fun.
Batgirl tried to pull her hands which were bound behind her back. It was no use. She could feel the rope (going down from her wrists) pulling at her ankles. She couldn't move her feet either. Her feet were bound together and secured to the frontal chair legs.
"I admire your dedication, Batgirl. But there's nothing y
4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
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