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I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

  • 12.13.2009 3:10 PM PDT

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  • 12.13.2009 3:12 PM PDT

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  • 12.13.2009 3:12 PM PDT
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Gauge you competition and execute with precision.

Here's One!

Matthew had always hated visiting his grandfather with his parents, but it was a ritual they followed every Sunday. Every Sunday Matthew and his mother and father would visit the grandfather's house. It was old and musty inside and always dark. Even on the most sunniest days of the year it appeared dark and shady inside. Matthew's parents explained to him that grandpa was very old and slow and that he had a problem dealing with sunlight, that he developed a serious allergic reaction if exposed to it for too long. He had to protect himself from the sun as well as possible. So, when the grandfather would open the door, a hat and sunglasses would sit on his heavily bearded face.

One particulary sunny Sunday during the month of July the three came to visit the grandfather. They rang the doorbell and stood on the porch for a minute before the grandfather came to the door and opened it. He was dressed in grey sweats with a blue hoodie, its hood covering his head. He hovered higher than usual and was wearing his dark sunglasses. The grandfather turned away and began walking down the hall. The parents looked at each other confused, but Matthew noticed his grandfather was walking faster than he used to. Matthew followed after his grandfather.

The grandfather came into the kitchen and sat down at a stool facing the window. Matthew approached him, but turned abruptly when he heard his mother cry out in a startle. Matthew turned around and saw his mother come in gripping her cell phone. She told Matthew that his aunt had just got in an accident and that her daughter, who was a year younger than Matthew, was missing. she and her father were going to the hospital for a while. When she told Matthew's grandfather to watch after him he turned his head and nodded. Matthew's parents left in a hurry and he was left with his grandfather.

Matthew came back to the kitchen and found his grandfather get up from the stool and go over to the oven whistling with an unusual glee. Matthew noticed that it was six o'clock, his grandpa's usual dinner-time. The grandfather stepped in front of the oven bent over with agility and slowly opened the oven, turning his head towards Matthew.

"Wanna' see what I made for ya, kid?" The grandpa croaked in a deep voice that sounded muffled.

"What's wrong with your voice, grandpa?" Matthew inquired, taking several uncertain steps forward.

The grandfather proceeded to reach into the oven and removed a charred body. He removed Matthew's aunt's missing daughter's corpse from the oven. Her body was so distorted and burned that it was almost unrecognizable. The spine was broken and the body twisted in unnatural ways. The only indicator that it was her was her face, or what was left, and a partially burnt blue ribbon tied to her hair. She always loved wearing a blue ribbon.

Matthew stood rigid and his blood ran cold as his grandfather stood up holding the ten-year old corpse in one hand. The grandfather removed his hoodie and glasses revealing a bloodied head. He then wrenched the saggy skin that was his grandfather off of his face to reveal a balding man in his fourties with bulging angry eyes throbbing with red veins. A sick smile creased his face.

"I'll make a deal with you, kiddo!" The man exclaimed. Then his smile faded with Matthew's skin color. "Eat her with me, or I will eat you. And I'll tell you now, I ain't eaten in a couple days."

When Matthew's parent picked him up later that night, Matthew decided he had never had a better dinner in his enitre life.

  • 12.13.2009 3:26 PM PDT
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so ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

  • 12.13.2009 3:34 PM PDT

"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the Universe."

Posted by: Dr Octagonapuss
so ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?


me :3

  • 12.13.2009 3:36 PM PDT

Posted by: fadeHappyx
I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
I heard that one before...

  • 12.13.2009 4:18 PM PDT
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Jaimie loves to ride through the creek everyday. She never rode through after 5PM, because of the rumors of a little boy that drowned in the creek 50 years ago and comes back from the bottom of the creek everyday after 5PM to pull anyone he sees down under the water. One day Jaimie went riding with her friend and lost track of the time, so they raced home as fast as they could. Jaimie's friend went too far ahead and Jaimie lost sight of her. When Jaimie got to the bridge, she saw her friends bike lying on the bridge. She looked over the edge and saw bubble emerging, she screamed and rode off before she saw anything.

When she got home she ran to her parents room to tell what happened, they did not believe her and went to check it out with her. Jaimie looked away for a split second and when she turned back they were gone, there were only bubble emerging from the creek. She ran to her friend's house to tell her parents.

She went back to the creek with her friend's parents. They disappeared too. Jaimie ran home and locked her bedroom door and closed the curtains. She hid under her covers and cried, blocking out the evil in her mind. She called the police and told them to be careful when looking into the water.

The next morning, she turned on the news, and to her shock she saw that about 5 policemen 4 adults and a girl had been reported missing, she went down to the creek that morning to see, but there was nothing, no bodies or anything. Jaimie decided to return after 5PM with weapons.

At 5:30PM she returned with two knives and a golf club. There was a dim light coming from the water, Jaimie grapped her knives and waited. The boy emerged and screeched like a dying pig. It stretched it's arms and tried to grab her, she cut it's arms, it screeched again, she threw a knife at it's head, nothing happened. It stretched it's feet out and grabbed her. Jaimie screemed for help, but she was pulled under and drowned like all the others. Until this day, nobody has dared to venture to the creek after 5PM. I wrote that just then ok? I don't expect it to be good.

  • 12.14.2009 3:52 PM PDT

Posted by: benh66
Jaimie loves to ride through the creek everyday. She never rode through after 5PM, because of the rumors of a little boy that drowned in the creek 50 years ago and comes back from the bottom of the creek everyday after 5PM to pull anyone he sees down under the water. One day Jaimie went riding with her friend and lost track of the time, so they raced home as fast as they could. Jaimie's friend went too far ahead and Jaimie lost sight of her. When Jaimie got to the bridge, she saw her friends bike lying on the bridge. She looked over the edge and saw bubble emerging, she screamed and rode off before she saw anything.

When she got home she ran to her parents room to tell what happened, they did not believe her and went to check it out with her. Jaimie looked away for a split second and when she turned back they were gone, there were only bubble emerging from the creek. She ran to her friend's house to tell her parents.

She went back to the creek with her friend's parents. They disappeared too. Jaimie ran home and locked her bedroom door and closed the curtains. She hid under her covers and cried, blocking out the evil in her mind. She called the police and told them to be careful when looking into the water.

The next morning, she turned on the news, and to her shock she saw that about 5 policemen 4 adults and a girl had been reported missing, she went down to the creek that morning to see, but there was nothing, no bodies or anything. Jaimie decided to return after 5PM with weapons.

At 5:30PM she returned with two knives and a golf club. There was a dim light coming from the water, Jaimie grapped her knives and waited. The boy emerged and screeched like a dying pig. It stretched it's arms and tried to grab her, she cut it's arms, it screeched again, she threw a knife at it's head, nothing happened. It stretched it's feet out and grabbed her. Jaimie screemed for help, but she was pulled under and drowned like all the others. Until this day, nobody has dared to venture to the creek after 5PM. I wrote that just then ok? I don't expect it to be good.

I thought it wasn't bad, but it grabbed her with its feet? Come on.

  • 12.14.2009 6:40 PM PDT

Posted by: DrKickApoo
Posted by: benh66
Jaimie loves to ride through the creek everyday. She never rode through after 5PM, because of the rumors of a little boy that drowned in the creek 50 years ago and comes back from the bottom of the creek everyday after 5PM to pull anyone he sees down under the water. One day Jaimie went riding with her friend and lost track of the time, so they raced home as fast as they could. Jaimie's friend went too far ahead and Jaimie lost sight of her. When Jaimie got to the bridge, she saw her friends bike lying on the bridge. She looked over the edge and saw bubble emerging, she screamed and rode off before she saw anything.

When she got home she ran to her parents room to tell what happened, they did not believe her and went to check it out with her. Jaimie looked away for a split second and when she turned back they were gone, there were only bubble emerging from the creek. She ran to her friend's house to tell her parents.

She went back to the creek with her friend's parents. They disappeared too. Jaimie ran home and locked her bedroom door and closed the curtains. She hid under her covers and cried, blocking out the evil in her mind. She called the police and told them to be careful when looking into the water.

The next morning, she turned on the news, and to her shock she saw that about 5 policemen 4 adults and a girl had been reported missing, she went down to the creek that morning to see, but there was nothing, no bodies or anything. Jaimie decided to return after 5PM with weapons.

At 5:30PM she returned with two knives and a golf club. There was a dim light coming from the water, Jaimie grapped her knives and waited. The boy emerged and screeched like a dying pig. It stretched it's arms and tried to grab her, she cut it's arms, it screeched again, she threw a knife at it's head, nothing happened. It stretched it's feet out and grabbed her. Jaimie screemed for help, but she was pulled under and drowned like all the others. Until this day, nobody has dared to venture to the creek after 5PM. I wrote that just then ok? I don't expect it to be good.

I thought it wasn't bad, but it grabbed her with its feet? Come on.
Everbody died, nice. Then he told this person then that person died... like the fricken messanger of death.

  • 12.14.2009 7:25 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

Tell Tale Heart-
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  • 12.15.2009 7:33 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

If I had any dignity, that might have been degrading.

the only reason i fell no paranoia is because every five minutes i stick my hand under my bed and my dog likes-oh -blam!-

  • 12.16.2009 3:59 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

Knock...Knock...Knock...

Clara and Brad were driving through the Allfield County backroads when their car broke down. They were heading to a costume party and both of them were going as joggers. It was around 9:37pm and they decided to listen to the radio until another car passed by to help them.
The first station they found was cut off by an emergency broadcast about an escaped murderer fleeing from the Allfield prison. Listeners were advised to lock their doors and windowss and/or leave the local vicinity.
The radio broadcast ended there and the station went back to playing its music.
Brad turned the radio off.
"Brad, we should leave, that prison isn't too far from here" Clara said.
"Don't worry, the chances he'll head in our direction is 1/100. We only need to worry about fixing the car."
"But Brad, we can't just sit out here, especially with that murderer around..."
Getting Irritated, Brad said "Okay, I'll take the flashlight from the glove compartment and see if theres a nearby house where we can use a phone."
"Brad, I do..."
"I won't be gone long, lock the doors and get some sleep in the back seat. Theres a blacket back there if you need it. Only open the door if you hear 3 knocks on the roof of the car."
Brad demontrated by knocking on the roof as he got out.
"I won't be gone long..."
Before Clara could respond, he closed the door.
Clara quickly reached over and locked the doors, and then climbed in the back.
"He won't be gone long..." She whispered as she curled up with the blanket, "He'll be back soon..."

She was suddenley awoken a loud thump outside the car door.
She froze and listened. For a few moments she heard nothing, then something knocked on the roof. "Brad!" she almost shouted as she reached for the doorknob. She suddenley remembered he had to knock two more times.
Another knock was made.
"Please just one more..."
-Knock-...
Overjoyed, she reached and grabbed the handle...
...-Knock-.
She froze in fear.
-Knock, Knock-...
Its the killer, she thought. She shrunk back to the backseat and tryed to squeeze her self on the floor boarding.
-Knock, Knock, Knock-...
"What do you want with me?!" She screamed.
More knocks rang out as she frantically thought of what to do. What was he doing out there? Was he madley beating the roof like a child would a drum?
-Knock-...
Where was Brad? Did he find help?!
-Knock-...
How did...
-THUMP-
She froze.
-THUMP-
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The glass window of the backseat suddenley shattered and a hand reached in and unlocked the door.
She squirmed away as the door opened. The hand reached in and pulled her out. She screamed.
Suddenley she heard voices all around and was surrounded by blue and red lights.
It was the police.
"Thank you. Thank.."
The officer began leading her away from the car...
"Ma'm, don't turn around, keep heading to the ambulance." The officer anxiously stated.
"Ow, stop tugging, whats behind me that your trying to..."
She tugged free and turned around.
There strung from the tree looming over the car was Brad, hung from his neck.
"Ma'm, you don't wanna see that!" The officer yelled.
As he grabbed her and pulled her away, she saw Brads body begin to swing.
His tennis shoes began hitting the side of the car...
-Knock... Knock... Knock-...

[Edited on 12.20.2009 7:04 PM PST]

  • 12.19.2009 9:02 PM PDT
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Posted by: SolidRed Thorn
Knock...Knock...Knock...

Clara and Brad were driving through the Allfield County backroads when their car broke down. They were heading to a costume party and both of them were going as joggers. It was around 9:37pm and they decided to listen to the radio until another car passed by to help them.
The first station they found was cut off by an emergency broadcast about an escaped murderer fleeing from the Allfield prison. Listeners were advised to lock their doors and windowss and/or leave the local vicinity.
The radio broadcast ended there and the station went back to playing its music.
Brad turned the radio off.
"Brad, we should leave, that prison isn't too far from here" Clara said.
"Don't worry, the chances he'll head in our direction is 1/100. We only need to worry about fixing the car."
"But Brad, we can't just sit out here, especially with that murderer around..."
Getting Irritated, Brad said "Okay, I'll take the flashlight from the glove compartment and see if theres a nearby house where we can use a phone."
"Brad, I do..."
"I won't be gone long, lock the doors and get some sleep in the back seat. Theres a blacket back there if you need it. Only open the door if you hear 3 knocks on the roof of the car."
Brad demontrated by knocking on the roof as he got out.
"I won't be gone long..."
Before Clara could respond, he closed the door.
Clara quickly reached over and locked the doors, and then climbed in the back.
"He won't be gone long..." She whispered as she curled up with the blanket, "He'll be back soon..."

She was suddenley awoken a loud thump outside the car door.
She froze and listened. For a few moments she heard nothing, then something knocked on the roof. "Brad!" she almost shouted as she reached for the doorknob. She suddenley remembered he had to knock two more times.
Another knock was made.
"Please just one more..."
-Knock-...
Overjoyed, she reached and grabbed the handle...
...-Knock-.
She froze in fear.
-Knock, Knock-...
Its the killer, she thought. She shrunk back to the backseat and tryed to squeeze her self on the floor boarding.
-Knock, Knock, Knock-...
"What do you want with me?!" She screamed.
More knocks rang out as she frantically thought of what to do. What was he doing out there? Was he madley beating the roof like a child would a drum?
-Knock-...
Where was Brad? Did he find help?!
-Knock-...
How did...
-THUMP-
She froze.
-THUMP-
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The glass window of the backseat suddenley shattered and a hand reached in and unlocked the door.
She squirmed away as the door opened. A hand reached in and pulled her out. She screamed.
Suddenley she heard voices all around and was surrounded by blue and red lights.
It was the police.
"Thank you. Tha.."
The officer began leading her away from the car...
"Ma'm, don't turn around, keep heading to the ambulance.
"Ow, stop tugging, what behind me that your..."
She tugged free and turned around.
There strung from the tree looming over the car was Brad, hung from his neck.
"Ma'm, you don't wanna see that!" The officer yelled.
As he grabbed her a pulled her away, she saw Brads body begin to swing.
His tennis shoes began hitting the side of the car...
-Knock... Knock... Knock-...


That was a good story, I liked it. Pretty freaky.

  • 12.20.2009 2:32 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

I will be honest, its just a retelling of a story I heard.
I thought it would fit in this forum, simply because the original version made me -blam!- myself.

  • 12.20.2009 2:51 PM PDT

Why are you looking at this?

I have the worse story of them all! Many of you may start crying from this story, please remember that I am not responsible for any emotional affects this may have upon you. Please take this into account too, this story is not of fiction.





The cake is a lie!

  • 12.20.2009 2:56 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

?

  • 12.20.2009 3:03 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

we did already

  • 12.20.2009 3:37 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

A few grammar a spelling mistakes were modified in my story.

[Edited on 12.20.2009 7:05 PM PST]

  • 12.20.2009 7:05 PM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

Posted by: SolidRed Thorn
Knock...Knock...Knock...

Clara and Brad were driving through the Allfield County backroads when their car broke down. They were heading to a costume party and both of them were going as joggers. It was around 9:37pm and they decided to listen to the radio until another car passed by to help them.
The first station they found was cut off by an emergency broadcast about an escaped murderer fleeing from the Allfield prison. Listeners were advised to lock their doors and windowss and/or leave the local vicinity.
The radio broadcast ended there and the station went back to playing its music.
Brad turned the radio off.
"Brad, we should leave, that prison isn't too far from here" Clara said.
"Don't worry, the chances he'll head in our direction is 1/100. We only need to worry about fixing the car."
"But Brad, we can't just sit out here, especially with that murderer around..."
Getting Irritated, Brad said "Okay, I'll take the flashlight from the glove compartment and see if theres a nearby house where we can use a phone."
"Brad, I do..."
"I won't be gone long, lock the doors and get some sleep in the back seat. Theres a blacket back there if you need it. Only open the door if you hear 3 knocks on the roof of the car."
Brad demontrated by knocking on the roof as he got out.
"I won't be gone long..."
Before Clara could respond, he closed the door.
Clara quickly reached over and locked the doors, and then climbed in the back.
"He won't be gone long..." She whispered as she curled up with the blanket, "He'll be back soon..."

She was suddenley awoken a loud thump outside the car door.
She froze and listened. For a few moments she heard nothing, then something knocked on the roof. "Brad!" she almost shouted as she reached for the doorknob. She suddenley remembered he had to knock two more times.
Another knock was made.
"Please just one more..."
-Knock-...
Overjoyed, she reached and grabbed the handle...
...-Knock-.
She froze in fear.
-Knock, Knock-...
Its the killer, she thought. She shrunk back to the backseat and tryed to squeeze her self on the floor boarding.
-Knock, Knock, Knock-...
"What do you want with me?!" She screamed.
More knocks rang out as she frantically thought of what to do. What was he doing out there? Was he madley beating the roof like a child would a drum?
-Knock-...
Where was Brad? Did he find help?!
-Knock-...
How did...
-THUMP-
She froze.
-THUMP-
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The glass window of the backseat suddenley shattered and a hand reached in and unlocked the door.
She squirmed away as the door opened. The hand reached in and pulled her out. She screamed.
Suddenley she heard voices all around and was surrounded by blue and red lights.
It was the police.
"Thank you. Thank.."
The officer began leading her away from the car...
"Ma'm, don't turn around, keep heading to the ambulance." The officer anxiously stated.
"Ow, stop tugging, whats behind me that your trying to..."
She tugged free and turned around.
There strung from the tree looming over the car was Brad, hung from his neck.
"Ma'm, you don't wanna see that!" The officer yelled.
As he grabbed her and pulled her away, she saw Brads body begin to swing.
His tennis shoes began hitting the side of the car...
-Knock... Knock... Knock-...

  • 12.20.2009 7:06 PM PDT

Meh, this wasn't a good page to post it on. It was very crowded.

[Edited on 01.09.2010 10:00 PM PST]

  • 12.20.2009 10:43 PM PDT
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So I'm at a Poker Game with Slender Man, ThisMan, Chuck Norris, The Exorcist Kid, Jason X, Freddy Krueger and The Grudge when all of a sudden I see a bunny outside. I'm like F**K THIS S**T I'M OUTY.

  • 12.20.2009 10:48 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

La Mer is a group I've made for all aquatic subjects. Come check us out if you like.

Cocoon's breaking.

What comes from us? Blood, what of the words? We are all prophets of our own religion. Our own make up and construction. Blood? No, just famine and war. Death, destruction, buy this or you're ugly, man murdered, repeat. I see the -blam!-, it infects us all, simply sitting by a tv with your kids while they absorb the crap like a sponge in an old persons' home's bathroom. I saw it, yeah, and it infected me. It made me see everything I hid. I blessing and a curse. A road and a mountain. All I ever wanted was to help. To feel. To worship my religion. I was young. It was night. He was dead. New celeberty relationship. Crime up. Repent. Repeat. Outside my window I saw two blobs, one with the shadows, one with the world. They are the world. After a blade killed the other, I lost my world, the world went on. Fascist. Blood swept the world of it's anarchy. Blood swept the world clean of me. -blam!- it.

Rise of the maggot.

Upon completetion of the ceromony, I returned to my home. Home, what is it anymore? I looked in the reflected kingdom, I saw the world now. Mine, what is mine anymore? Yes, I was freed and chained, all in one, turn turn turn. Repent. Destroy. Repeat. I never lived now. I rotted. I never thought now. I hoped. I never loved now. I totured myself. In this city, in the city of angels, what is a maggot? Only to be a fly. A giant satan. Then what of the angel? A giant satan or a fascist satan. What is there to become. I rotted. I rooted myself. I became the -blam!- I wanted to be. I was on a one way ride to hell, wanna come? My temple was cracking, wanna piss on it? I became your little house of destruction to prove myself to you and me and prove you to you and you to me. A nver ending ceremony of hate. I feast-evil. Shunned from myslf. Shunned from you. I became what I wanted to be while hiding from myself. I became what I wanted. Anarchy. You stayed as yourself. A beautiful butterfly an angel... a fascist. All I ever wanted to be you. To be me. Two different things. Inside one. To be me, I had to be you. to help you, I had to be you. Shift. Breath. Evacuating soul. 5. I have to show you what you are being led to be.

Inaugaration of the Angel.

Personified as hate. The world. The blood. The pain. The -blam!-. Infect me, baby. What is everything when everything is nothing? I became your wars. I became your poisons. I felt nothing. He felt everything. He rose from the crops of -blam!- and aborted babies. 4. I was shunnd from you in my quest to be you to let you become everything you wished. I cut deep. Like jesus on the holy wood of our world. What was that tree? Sacred. No, a tree. Everything is that tree that I will be nailed to. Everything is that pain he will feel. Rise to power. Pile of -blam!-. Bile. Vile. Frail. Stailed. Anarchy through fascism. You through self destruction. I was still shunned. Thrown in bile. I had no way to reach you through that wall. I knew everything now. Anarchy through Fascism. Death through Life. Revenge through Fascism.

The rise of the Antichrist. The Mechanical Angel. The Fly.

I found the way to find you, I found a way to destroy you. There is no Anarchy. Only Fascist scum. Only Angels. What is fate? Why is compared to death. I know now. Born a maggot. Evolution to a Fly. 3. Death through death of one's self. I commanded you like armies to a cliff. You now fought as slaves. Why don't you want to be you? I can stop now. No. They know their meaning. You aren't you, you are every one else. Maggots to a corpse. Angels to a God. I had let you nail me. I had endured hell. I now rise. 2. Imagine a meteor going onto dinotopias. I raised my arms and you raised yours. I killed your thoughts and you though no more. What I was was not what you are now. I was weak. I am strong, but I know you are still weak yet still me. I had destroyed you. I had turned you into what was commanded of you. Repent from your religions. repent from yourselves. Turn from your learders. 1. I'm the next big thing. You. You are nothing.


I made this today, it's filled with deep meanings and many angles, enjoy it.

[Edited on 12.20.2009 10:51 PM PST]

  • 12.20.2009 10:50 PM PDT