I woke up in a daze again. Unable to figure out why I was even awake. My alarm wasn't to go off for another seven minutes. And yet there I was, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, patting the dresser that was far too close to the bed in search of my favorite pair of glasses. I pulled the cord from my phone. The screen lit up showing me the notifications that silently filled the screen through out the night. I lazily scrolled through each one until I saw that one. It made me stop mid stride; I was at the exact middle point between the bed and the bathroom door. The perfect in between. Staring at the name, the one sentence message with a
Oops, I drowned a snail in feels by OnAStormieNight, literature
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Oops, I drowned a snail in feels
When I first felt the tingle of love down my spine, I knew It wouldn’t take long for me to fall head over heels for you.
I looked at your smiling face that seemed to spark a fire in my soul and was the key that opened a cage of fluttering dragonflies in my stomach. I never knew how much I yearned for that feeling. The unexplainable bliss that clouded my thoughts whenever I would think about you. The sweet intoxicating scent of your cologne makes my chest feel tight as I breathe heavily, silently wondering if this was a potion or a poison. But with the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around me, it wouldn’t matter if you were
I woke up in a daze again. Unable to figure out why I was even awake. My alarm wasn't to go off for another seven minutes. And yet there I was, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, patting the dresser that was far too close to the bed in search of my favorite pair of glasses. I pulled the cord from my phone. The screen lit up showing me the notifications that silently filled the screen through out the night. I lazily scrolled through each one until I saw that one. It made me stop mid stride; I was at the exact middle point between the bed and the bathroom door. The perfect in between. Staring at the name, the one sentence message with a
Oops, I drowned a snail in feels by OnAStormieNight, literature
Literature
Oops, I drowned a snail in feels
When I first felt the tingle of love down my spine, I knew It wouldn’t take long for me to fall head over heels for you.
I looked at your smiling face that seemed to spark a fire in my soul and was the key that opened a cage of fluttering dragonflies in my stomach. I never knew how much I yearned for that feeling. The unexplainable bliss that clouded my thoughts whenever I would think about you. The sweet intoxicating scent of your cologne makes my chest feel tight as I breathe heavily, silently wondering if this was a potion or a poison. But with the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around me, it wouldn’t matter if you were
2017 Story of Bloody Painter Creepypasta(Original) by DeluCat, literature
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2017 Story of Bloody Painter Creepypasta(Original)
Animatic version of the story→ https://youtu.be/AaHgY62-ggI?list=PL_8-vvWp5adpIOjx6LIddrkedWlKabbzK
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A file about the 2003 Murder Case.
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In order to protect the privacy of the individuals and victims, in the following article, all names have been altered except the murderer.
The details of the story have been adapted to make it smoother, but I will try to tell thing.
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"Mr. Helen Otis?" I called out to the boy who sat in front of me, but he didn’t reply.
He was wearing a light blue patient robe, His dark green circles under his eyes, his messy jet black hair, and his skin, pale as paper. His gaze straight a
The Story of Hoodie, Slenderman's first Proxy. by Kuppicake, literature
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The Story of Hoodie, Slenderman's first Proxy.
Slenderman walked in the forest normally like he would always do on his daily routes, stalking children and such. He usually stopped at this particular park near an elementary school, to watch and study the humans. On his way back he felt he himself was being watched, he turned sharply and quick to see who would follow such a monster like him, but when he turned around no one was there.
The boy in the oversized beige colored hoodie noticed the tall man watching his school mates one afternoon, he would see this man there everyday for weeks to come. He wanted to ask the formally dressed man why he did such, but always got too nervous to go up
Origin of Eyeless Jack by La-Mishi-Mish, literature
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Origin of Eyeless Jack
Click… click… click…
Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.
He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't re
‪My sky is cloudless, brightly lit. It hurts my eyes as I search for a shadow of refuge. ‬
‪My forest is loud. It’s no longer safe here as my ears bleed out from the screaming in my head. ‬
‪I find a place mild & content but all my butterflies are trying to flutter with broken wings.‬
I should be working on my novel right now, but I can’t focus on the story. Instead, my dumb ass has spent all week writing six different Halloween themed fanfics and two Christmas themed ones.
All I want to do is write lovey-dovey romantic stories. Which is the complete opposite genre of what I SHOULD be writing.
It’s like my mind when from “Yay! Blood. Gore. Death!!!” to “She slowly opened her eyes as he pulled away from her luscious lips.”
Why am I like this? Maybe if I watch some horror movies, the fuzzy feels will go away.