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Prologue: The Spider's nestLio sat three feet from the cave entrance, his large battle axes resting across his lap as he meditated. There was something in there, he knew there was. Dylock Spiders rarely nested this close to a city without a vein of exposed gold or something to attract unsuspecting travelers nearby.
“Well, Barbarian?” his companion asked, “Are you going in?”
“Perhaps, Lucian,” He opened his eyes to look the young demon hunter in the eye, “Why don’t you go inside?”
“Me?” Lucian asked, “Go in there? Are you nuts? There are spiders in there. Webs and slime, venom, and fangs; it’s not for me, but for someone of your strength it should be no challenge.”
Lio frowned, “Lucian, you have a crossbow.”
“And a natural taste for survival,” Lucian said.
Lio rolled his eyes and hefted his dual axes up on his shoulders as he stood, “Follow me, I will clear the path. Just shoot anything out of reach.&
Odd Idd: Book 2: Silas' thoughts on JaimeSilas looked over at the girl tuning her guitar as if her kid wasn't missing and her best friend wasn't who she thought. He walked over to her and put a hand on hers, meaning only to comfort her. She gave him a dark look, he removed his hand and she went back to tuning the guitar.
"Hey, Jaime," he asked, "I've been meaning to ask, why doesn't Idd turn human?"
"What do you mean?" Jaime asked him, her attention now off the guitar.
"No-mores, being once human, often have the ability to appear human when they want," Silas said, "Took me a few encounters with them to learn that. that's actually where most of your legends of shape-shifters come fr-"
Jaime gripped his tie suddenly and pulled him close. He was expecting her to hit him across the face or break his glasses, instead she kissed him.
His eyes, or really the lack there of, went wide. He sat there for a moment and the she let go of him, even going as far as pushing him back gently. He still stood there, slack jawe
Odd Idd: Book 2: Em and IddThe beast looked as to be nothing more than a lower grade Devourer. Why this beast, of all beasts, was giving Reynald any trouble Em would never know. Hell, he acted as a child, to the point of even watching cartoons.
Closing her eyes she gave a quick incantation to summon him. She'd been working closly with him after the death of her only friend. She'd had him working double agent beside Silas too, and as a bonus the fool almost trusted the creature.
Em, however, knew better than to trust it. She may have learned to cast and conjur it, but it was still of hell. Being from hell ment that it had more power than she would even give it credit for. That was probably because of how lazy the thing was though.
A puff of black smoke and the stentch sulfur summoned the beast. The small imp barely had enough wieght to make a dent in her leather jacket. She could hear his tounge clicking impaiently as he waited to be addressed.
"Hello, Gash," she said, not looking at the small demon.
Idd: Book 2: Angels aren't so niceThe two were akward as hell and gave Silas the feeling that they didn't like him much. Barb kept throwing him a look when she thought he wasn't paying attention that only a Demon could mirror. The other, however, had his own reason for hating Silas.
"So what's with the hair?" Ed asked.
"Ed!" Barb shouted, "Be nice! We have company, even if his hair is a little goofy."
"What is with everyone making fun of my hair?" Silas finally snapped, "And you Edward, you should know exactly who I am."
The girls stopped. Jaime had a strange look on her face that said clearly she had no idea what he was talking about. It took Silas only a moment before he realized his mistake.
But the cat was out of the bag.
"What's he mean you should know, Ed?" Barb asked. If her silky-smooth voice and thick accent wasn't enough to melt his heart Jaime's hard look sure did.
Ed was sweating, "I've no idea what he's talking about."
Silas gave a little chuckle, "You're right Ed, it's my mistake. Or perhaps it is fate I
Pokemon: The Missingno CountryThe shop had an automatic door that would swing shut if I didn't move fast. I made my way down the isles. Its hard to pocket candy, much less what I'm after, with the counter facing down the whole isle.
The young man behind the counter pays me no mind. He's busy helping some kid probably out on his own for the first time. I wish I'd had that opportunity. Instead, now I'm twenty and penny-less.
There they are.
Bright and beautiful. I turn one over in my hands, a small red and white orb with a simple catch system. Simple, I almost laugh at the thought. There is more technology and science in this thing than I will ever begin to understand. There was so many of them, too, surely the shop keep wouldn't miss more than one.
No, I reminded myself, I only need one.
Grabbing one I quickly stuff it in my pocket and move to the food isle. If I'm going to pull this off I'll need food. This I do have money for; it is only 100 for these instead of 200.
I head up to the counter, sweat pouring down my
Emerald and Catch Up"You look like hell," the young woman sitting in his chair said. She didn't even bother looking up from the paper in her hands.
Emerald Down was five foot eleven with dark skin and raven black hair. She had picked this spot, as she always did while she was around Reynald, to annoy. The old man hated people in his chair.
She could feel him glaring down at her from the back of his chair, "Get out."
"What's the matter boss," She laughed, "Don't like me here? To ashamed of your former apprentice." She still got out of the chair but didn't leave the room. Instead she stood just out of the reach of his cane and waited for him to sit comfortably.
"What are you doing here Em?" he asked flatly, taking a seat in the large leather chair.
"Can't a girl visit her old teacher?" She asked feigning a hurt face.
He frowned at her. The last time she had seen him, she had tried to kill him. Even though she forgave him now she really couldn't blame him for what he did. Still, he did kidnap her and when sh
Jeff the Killer x psycho! Reader - part 3
A Lullaby wears White - part 3
The pressure in his lungs kept growing as Jeff struggled against the bonds. Once again, the second time in three days, he couldn't breathe. (F/n)'s weight pressed him down, making him unable to move completely while icy cold water was leaking down his chin and neck, soaking his off-white hoodie wet. The hose was stuffed in his mouth, sending strong and violent squirts down his throat. Just as he thought the blackness will surround him completely, the water stopped and hose was pulled out of his throat.
The killer leaned forward, vomiting the water contents into his lap, emptying his lungs. As soon as his coughing fit finished, a hand grabbed handful of his raven black hair and pulled his head up. He could feel some of his saliva sliding down his chin and combining with water. His wide eyes met (e/c) infernal orbs of his tormenter.
„Steady now, my little toy“, she spoke up, giving a grin and widening her eyes. „We don't w
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
XxX"Sir... Sir, we're getting hits everywhere." One programmer spoke into his phone, his voice shaking. Others around him kept an eye on the world map displayed on the huge screen in front of them. As each small, red flag popped up on screen, a new wave of panic swept the room.
"Sir, there's a hit in China."
Voices on the floor called out each new flag as it appeared on the screen, LEDs changing to an alarming crimson.
"Sir, the A.I, its... Its going global!"
Six months prior to going global
"They want a status update." The lead programmer remarked coldly to one of his colleagues, who quirked an eyebrow.
"They got one two days ago. Not much has changed."
"They're getting antsy. They want it done and online within the next few months." The lead programmer, Stephen, responded. "They're really starting to ride our asses. Its getting everyone on edge."
"We told them, it
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
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
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.
There is someone hereThere is someone here.
I can see her in the corner of my eye, hiding in the darkness. Her mouth is slack, her face is white. Her hair is long and clinging to her face hiding it in the shadows. I'm not sure I should turn me head, in fear I may upset her. She is staring at me with hollow eyes that seem to have sunken in long, long ago.
I can smell her, the stentch of death, dirt, and decay clings to her. Its a foul smell but I dare not say anything. If her body smells this bad I can only fear her breath is worse, she's no teeth, or very little to speak of.
As she move's there she gives a small moan as if every limping step is painfull. Do I turn my head to watch her? Or do I let her slip behind me, out of sight.
Its to late now, the decision made for me with her dissapearance. I can't see her, but I still feel as if she watches me. My spine tingles and itches as if-
Dear God, is that her finger nail? Its long and sharp and feels strange against my cheek filling my nostroles with a smell
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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