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Creepypasta Madness Microfiction Short Story

He Need Not Give – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…“You don’t have any real control over what’s taking place, so why don’t you just sit back and enjoy the ride like everyone else has? Fighting is so outdated and overdone in the movies these day, real life don’t have time for that kind of overdramatic symphonies!” Scooter spits through teeth clenched as a grimace dipped in the sarcastic flair of a thousand lunatics writes itself across his busted lips.

“Is that all you are, an assortment of poorly arranged catchphrases, masked to sound like some off the cuff binaural assessment of the world, shot from the hip like a mic dropping rapper! Not everyone bows before the devil, some choose a higher power!”

The grimace quivers before it explodes in a wide-bodied grin accompanied by an uncontrollable bout of laughter. “MY WORD DAVID!” he spits with volume and grit. “The WHORE who spat you out DARED to dream high and hungry for a seed that was soiled well before it grasped its first lung full of air. How charmed you must be to see the world in the rainbow of colours that your prying eyes allow. Tell me, where is your Christ now? Does he wait around the corner, ready to strike me down?”

“My lord protects me, for he loves me unconditionally! I need not beg, for his love. I need not give, for his love. His love is, as is mine.”

“Well then,” he says as he licks David’s blood from the blade of his knife. “Let us get you begging!”.

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