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is friendship... real?tears
please, make it quick
dont let it stick
please, tell me...
my final plea,
was i just a passing trend...?
was i ever really your friend...?
r e a c h i n gI'm finally finished with
who don't reach back.
It is done.
It is over.
Good - bye.
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
Warning Ah. So you came to hear a story, did you? Well, unfortuntely, you will not be treated with one, so you might as well leave. However, if you're the curious type, and you want to stick around to hear what I have to say, then be my guest and stay. However, I should warn you that there will be trouble the longer you stay. Still sticking around? Well, then, let's continue.
So you're probably reading or even hearing this right now. How many creepypastas have you read before reading this one? A few? A lot? Maybe this is your first one. Hopefully it's the last choice because then you would know the warnings before reading more creepypastas. For those who have read creppypastas, you probably noticed the signs. It could be that noise you heard when trying to sleep, or maybe you saw something and told yourself that it was just a hallucination. Or how about those dreams you had about what you read? You may think you've gone insane, but you haven't. Those stories have th
Love's FearHe holds her,
maybe he is ready
to talk about love.
He takes a breath.
She takes a breath.
She is not ready for love,
her heart is cold;
left from a frozen wasteland of a childhood,
she can not receive his love.
He takes another breath,
maybe its not the right time,
He noticed she was upset,
the scars on her arms left a trail
to her heart.
He is unsure.
She is unsure.
Maybe love is possible,
a hug can go a long way in life
thawing ones insides.
Chewing the half moons of his fingers.
Chewing the half ways of her fingers.
He sighs, ready to take the big step,
lightly taps her on the shoulder;
he is now ready he thinks.
He opens his mouth to speak.
She opens her mouth to speak.
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
Creepypasta: Waking NightmareCreepypasta: Waking Nightmare
Hello. Yes, go ahead and scream. You’ll notice I’ve taken the liberty of taping your mouth shut, so see how much good that does you. I bet you regret not telling anyone you were going camping. It would be a good four, five days until someone found your body. But I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to make sure you never sleep again. Don’t worry, all will become clear in due course.
Now, I’m going to remove the tape from your mouth and get off your legs, and so help me if you call for help, or run, I’ll spend the rest of the night playing hacky-sack with your kidneys. I wouldn’t eat them though, that’d just be gross. Seriously, I’m not even sure who would do that. Now then. Let me work through this tape…ick, blood…there. Hey, word of advice, if this happens to you again don’t bite down on your tongue when you see me.
What? Who am I? Let me give you another friendly bit of advice:
Promise Ring: AftermathThis story contains a continuation of a Sally x BEN fluff. Don't like. Don't read.
BEN walked casually down the dirt pathway through the forest. He wore red sneakers and brown jeans over them. His blonde hair covered the tops of the sunglasses he was wearing that blocked out anyone from seeing his eyes the way they really were now. His skin had only the slightest tint of gray but was mainly covered by his dark green jacket and his shadows.
As he walked, a young woman, texting on her phone, jogged past. At the twitch of BEN's finger, the phone turned off and she stopped her dead in her tracks. She tried tapping the screen back to life and turning on the power button, but it was of no use. BEN's lips curved into a slight, devious grin. This was the one plus side to his death and being trapped in purgatory for all eternity. He could mess with people all he wanted and they couldn't do a thing to stop him.
After another hal
10 Creepypasta Things To Do In Safeway/Walmart~1( Ask people for their kidneys
2( When someone picks up an item, walk up to them and tell them they shouldn't have done that. Then follow them around until they pick up another, this time tell them that they've met with a terrible fate with a creepy smile.
3( Whenever someone yawns, grab their shoulders and say, "Don't Go To Sleep, You Won't Wake Up." with a straight face, then walk away as if nothing happened.
4( Ask the cashier to 'Play with you'
5( Follow people around, if they ask what your doing, tell them your 'Always Watching even though you don't have eyes".
6( Ask for cheesecake with kidneys. Say its for your friend Jack.
7( Go to the candy aisle and begin to sing 'Pop Goes The Weasel' with a slightly creepy tone, if anyone stayed; start laughing insanely.
8( When the cashier tells you your price, tell them to 'Go To Sleep, if you have to pay that much'.
9( Start a conversation with someone, whenever you speak, make sure to twitch at least 3-4 times each sentence.
10( Bring a
I See You I.. See.. You..
I see you reading this.
You have very nice clothing in your closet.
You have many interesting objects in your room.
Oh don't mind the noises you hear. There all in your head.
Don't go in your living room. You might pierce your skin on the broken glass from the window.
We can be friends right?
I always wanted a friend..
I'm helping you.
Don't turn around.
WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T TURN AROUND!
The Stitcher. Creepypasta
Sewn Heart, The Stitcher.
By Darkesthour & Squishykitt
It was a cold winters afternoon, soft flurries of snow were gathering on the boys window sill, much of it piling in a clump on his timbered bedroom floor, unfortunately his window panes, which were designed to keep him from catching a flu, had been shattered.
He wore a cheap-looking, dark blue hoodie, except, it wasn't much of a 'hoodie' because the sleeves had been cut short fraying slightly at the ends, and the actual hood was absent, his mother had bought this for him from the second-hand store which explained alot. Gray tinted skinny jeans concealed his thin legs and dark navy blue colored sneakers covered his feet. The boy had hazel brown eyes, with the same shaded hair.
"Almost done" he whispered to the small doll sitting patiently on his desk.
He gave a long weary sigh, then delicately slid the tip of his sewing needle through its frayed fabric. The boy continued the careful motion, looping the thread in cir
Masked DreamsA/N: I am really enjoying ‘The Seer’ comic, and I love Masky, so this all just fitted together in a way. Enjoy!
Blood boiled under his skin, sweat coating his palms. His hair caught in the gusting breeze.
“Why are you...?”
Tears welled up behind his false face, glistening through his hollowed sockets.
He gripped the stone, his stance trembling.
“What is that…?”
The faint aroma of crimson escalated the atmosphere, sinking into the earth below.
“Why did you…”
He slumped over the limped being before him.
“I thought we…”
The human before him.
His friend before him.
Masky sprung up, his vision blurred by his dreams. He pressed his
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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