I spat, while you hit back, a broken window to the soul, eyes not open, stolen not sold, we give the key, yet there is no door, woken but asleep, the dying eyes of a mirrored image, lost to me, I am incomplete…
Tag: Weird
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Once The Queen Of The House – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
….“There is no magical switch you can THROW! There is no immediate remedy that will do ALL the hard work FOR you! YOU must DO what NEEDS to be DONE! YOU must EARN your PENANCE!” Bellamy vomits through teeth tightly clenched, while a pointed hand thrusts repeatedly towards Agatha and Simone. “YOU must atone for the blasphemy YOU have brought to MY house!”
A quivering smile waves itself across Agatha’s lips, which boils Bellamy’s blood almost instantly.
“WHAT DO YOU FIND FUNNY ENOUGH THAT YOU WOULD BRING MY WRATH TEN-FOLD DOWN UPON YOU!” she cries with eyes blacker than the darkest night.
The smile grows and Agatha lets out a jovial burst of laughter. “If you still THINK this is YOUR kingdom, then YOU are the ONE who requires the shroud over YOUR eyes to be peeled back, not us,” she spits venomously, while a smile creeps its way across Simone’s lips as well.
Bellamy take a staggered step back, gripping the bustle of her dress tightly. “H-H-HOW DARE YOU! HOW D-DARE YOU! T-T-THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I W….” But her words are cut short as Amber launches to her feet and charges forward, wrapping her hands around Bellamy’s throat.
“This isn’t YOUR house anymore!” she growls….
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Time Fold – A 5 Minute Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
….“Time isn’t as accommodating as you would hope it to be unfortunately, for it has its own set of rules that do not shift our fluctuate for any man, woman, or God for that matter! Just know that you did all you could and be satisfied in that!” Malik hisses through bloody teeth.
“BULLSHIT!” Sebastian spits as he breaks free of Sahs’s grip and thrusts a casting finger pointed at Malik, his face twisted with distain. “Lupine found a way, and I know you are privy to all his dirty little secrets, so spoil the broth and tell me before I tear the words from within you!”
“Lupine never found his way out of a wet paper bag!” Malik scoffs. “He was a fake! A face to put a name to, a foil for someone who wished to stay in the shadows! Lupine talked the trash and paid the price for it!”
Sebastian’s eyes widen and his bottom lip trembles. “Y-Y-You’re l-l-lying! Y-Y-You h-have to b-be! Y-You m-must be!” he stammers as he grips Malik by the collar and shakes him vigorously.
“I’m afraid he’s not,” Sasha says smugly as she presses the barrel of her pistol into the back of his skull.
“Y-Y-Y-You?”
“If we had the time, I’d tell you everything,” she laughs mockingly as she clumsily leans in close to him, and breaths heavily into his ear. “I’ll be honest with you, I’ve got more time than you could ever want to have, it just means nothing after you’ve been a part of it for so long and seen all the BULLSHIT time brings with it! I’m over the same things happening time and time again. I’m over the same characters, playing the same roles, while I exist in between it all like a ghost, cursed to relive the same thing over and over again, never progressing forward.” she pulls away, and lets out a stuttered sigh. “There was once a moment in time, I placed my sights upon a mad bid to foil the chain of the endless forever and tried to forget who I was. You may laugh at my ploy, but my shoes are not the ones you have walked in, so you would never understand. I visited a shaman who lived on the outskirts of a small village at the bottom of South America, he saw me for what I was the moment I set foot in his village. The peyote was strong, and his magic more, but time would not allow me my desire, and cast my plan to the depths of the ocean in a tsunami, along with the village and all its inhabitants. She showed her case, and told me straight that what was, was always to be. No matter how hard I tried to change the whole FUCKING world, time would never have it. Time righted all the wrongs I caused and put her train back on her tracks every time without fail. EVERY FUCKING TIME! SO, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, YES SEBASTIAN! YES, I AM THE FACE BEHIND THE TOAD! I AM THE TRUE LUPINE! AND YES, TIME IS AT MY BECK AND CALL, BUT I AM ALSO AT HERS, W-WHICH IS WHY IT SADDENS ME TO DO THIS TO YOU, JUST AS YOU REMEMBER EACH TIME.” she bellows.
“W-W-WAIT! I-I-I….” But his words are torn from his mouth as the bullet from her pistol tears through his head, and then she turns the gun on herself….
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Silent Moments Caught In Silent Moments – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I stutter words never said, facilitate the way ahead, bargain deals, wayward thoughts, the bed of lies, the frozen sin of the forever dead, I quest, I allow, drag me down, into the silence that can never be found, drag me down, into the silence without sound…
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I Caught The Devil Jacob Rhime – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
He came about from fevered dreams, barring a cross and a mouth full of steam, I believed his lies, I allowed him in, I gave him a home, I laid with him in sin, he dragged me in, the debauchery that arose from the unison of us was quite a site, blood and decay, salt and rust, but then one day he was gone, and I was the one who reaped what he had sewn within in my gut, for I bore that demonic man a son, who now lords over me with a tongue made of fire, that devil Jacob Rhime, I caught him, but let him go…
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Isolating The Primal Curse – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
….He smiles softly as he gently places his hand on David’s and squeezes.
“You must not look inside yourself, for this is not where your strength lies. You must look inside me, and in there you will learn to be.”
David purses his lips and swallows a rough mouthful of stale air. “B-B-But how can I be strong, if my strength is not mine?”
He squeezes his hand tightly, while his smile wraps itself further along his face. “You cannot, for you do not have the ability to, so forget, and use what I have to see you through.”
“I-I-I, I don’t understand. W-W-Why can’t I…” He doesn’t get to finish his words as Marco slaps him across the face with a unforgiving hand.
“YOU DO, OR YOU DO NOT!” Marco spits venomously. “DECIDE!”
“I-I-I, I don’t u-u-understand.” David stammers as tears stream down his cheeks.
“THEN YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!” Marco bellows as he raises his hands high into the air, preparing once more to slap David’s face.
“M-M-Maybe I’m n-n-not meant t-t-to,” David weeps softly, as Marco’s face drops, and his bottom lip quivers.
“Saints present us, for he who does not see is never truly blind, he just cannot see,” he whispers softly….
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Hate From The Other Side – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
…His bottom lip trembles with an uncontrollable spasms, and his eyes widen.
“Y-Y-Y-You can’t b-b-be real,” he stammers.
His smile widens and he winks once again. “Of course I can, and of course I am.”
“I-I-I, I’m l-l-losing it, t-t-that’s what’s h-happening. I-I-I, I’ve g-gone completely i-insane.”
His smile widens more. “Come on now fella, we BOTH know you’ve been insane for a long FUCKING time, so don’t use this as some revelation. THIS right here, THIS is REAL, just like ME!”
“I-I-I, I don’t b-believe you.”
“Of course you don’t, you never did before, why would you start now.”
“I-I-I, I need a-a-air. I-I-I, I need to g-g-get away f-f-from here, a-a-a-away from y-y-you.”
He laughs. “Are you listening to the words that are coming out of your guilt-ridden FUCKING mouth? Do you get how insane you sound? The ONLY person in this whole god damn world you can’t escape from is yourself, and I’m pretty FUCKING sure I come under that banner.” he says proudly from the other side of the mirror.
“W-W-Well I-I-I’ll go, I-I-I’ll go somewhere, w-w-where t-t-there aren’t a-a-any mirrors, a-a-and t-t-then I’ll b-be free of y-you as well.” he stammers through overly saturated lips.
“I’ll always be there waiting fella, ain’t nowhere you can hide.” he slurs while tapping his forehead with heavy thrusts of his thumb…
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The Shadow Was Not Mine – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Solitarily condiment, my mask, my prison, my shell, arms broken, legs spaghetti, I fall, I falter, I see less than man, hunger, desire, I am a walking contradiction, a lost soul wanting to be free, the knife, the blade cuts, I want to escape, but I’m impossible, I can’t end…
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Through The Window It Gazed – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Winding roads that lead to endings unknown, I likened the destiny of my feeble self, designed to be a nothing, fated to be ill felt, my self, my sin, biting, burning, burying all I ever could be, sewing my simple shell shut, trapping, confining, locking my self within…
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Under The Sun Of Another Day – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Weathered hands, my call unheard, I saw the spectacle, witnessed its fall, the arms of many, the hate lost in all, we saw the features, we listened in the end, a stale sickness, haggard wisdom lost on man, we learned nothing, the days begin again, another demon, another end, a want, a lost, never ending, nothing wasted…
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Shimmer In The Wastelands – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I wandered upon the desert, seeing things that made no sense, a hateful word wrapped in a visage, a sign, a disease, you called me into a stepping stone, destroying life from tome to tome, gaze upon me, you reckless beast, a homage to forgiveness, not mine, not yours, the fancy bastards, the fools, the lords, hold me close, strive to win, my depths of dying, my only sin..
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Can’t Hide In The Black – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
…He breathes a haggard breath before letting his eyes fall upon her bare breast. He feels stirring from someplace deep within who he once thought he was and salivates at the thought of taking her nipple into his lusting mouth and sucking upon it like a child would it’s mothers. His nervous eyes wander upward and cat glance at first of the curving nature of her lips, as she smiles wryly at him.
“You like what you see? Does it excite you?” she purrs as he pulls his eyes away, and shuts his eyes closed with envious desperation. But the pitch black of his own emptiness is not enough, as a soft hand takes delicate grip of his ever-growing manhood and squeezes it tightly. He takes a staggered breath as the black that surrounds him is quickly invaded by the brightly lit glow of her red lips.
“Running into the emptiness like a fool is no way to escape me Sutcliffe, you of all the people in this God forsaken cesspool should know that,” she says broadening her already wide grin…
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A Town Filled With Hate – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
The darkness grips Jacob by his scrawny throat and tosses him out into the light. He hisses with a spiteful vengeance, and turns a hate filled glance towards Merric, who stands proudly on the hillside overlooking a small rustic town, a smile adorning his chiseled face.
“I was wondering how long it would take, before even the devil himself cast you back into the light of his lords touch.”
“YOU BETRAYED ME!” he roars as he leaps like a wild animal at him, only to find an invisible barrier surrounding Merric from his touch.
“Did you expect anything less?”
“I EXPECTED YOU TO BE HELD BY YOUR WORD!”
Merric laughs softly, as he casts his attention back to the small town below. “But I was, and still am.” he says with a playful wink. “That is why we are here, you and I.”
Jacob’s eyes widen and his mouth trembles. “W-W-W-W-Where a-a-are w-we?” he stammers.
“Why, we’re home.” he says matter-of-factly.
“B-B-B-But t-t-the t-town, i-i-it was b-burnt to t-the ground. H-H-How?” he says as he casts a fevered glance over to Merric once more.
Merric’s smile widens. “Because dear brother, it’s not just a matter of where we are, it’s also a matter of when.”
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Payment Is Not Negotiable – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
…“The dirty souls should start paying me for the advice I give, instead of asking for hand outs when life gets too FUCKING hard! I should be the one reaping the rewards, not those who can’t handle their own affairs!” he sits venomously before draining the remaining whisky from its bottle. “And now I have no booze left,” he slurs as he turns to the unusual little man who sits at the other end of the table. “I don’t suppose you have some in that remarkable bag of yours?”
The little man smiles broadly and taps his nose playfully. “As I said before, for a price, I can have anything your heart desires.”
“Well,” he says with a with a smack of his lips and a slap of the table. “You tell me the price, and I’ll pay it, but if the whisky needs to sour, and bloody worth every drop!”
“At this stage of the game, I doubt the taste will really matter to you.”
He slaps the table again, this time with more gusto, and a curl of his lips. “Taste ALWAYS matters, and anyone who doesn’t think so, can’t be trusted! So, I ask the question, can I trust you little fella?”
The little man stares at him with furrowed brow, then he smiles broadly once more, steps down off his seat, picks up his bag and tips his hat forward. “I’m sorry for wasting your time and bid you good day.”
“W-What? B-But you’ve sold me on this magic bag of yours, and all the wonderful things it can do, and now, when I finally take you up on your offer, you refuse to sell it to me! Why! Is it because you can’t back up your lies?”
The little man smiles softly, and looks over the man’s shoulder, then back into his eyes. “You can’t afford what I am selling, because you have already sold your soul to another.”
A chill cascade over the man, filled quickly by a cold sweat. “W-What t-the h-hell are y-you talking a-about?” he stammers nervously.
The little man giggles momentarily, before a smirk rides across his lips. “Hell is indeed what we are talking about,” he jokes.…
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Spew Forth The Rot – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Over cultured, under knowledge, I soak the good stuff, in my undergarments, stinking of substance, dying of sin, my name is nothing, my world asunder, land to the left, sky to the right, behind me an earthquake waiting to snap, I’d scramble before me, if I cared to give in, soulless, guiltless, I wanted to see, I waited, insanity wanting, worshipping me…
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Who And The Stolen Windows – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I ask you for wisdom, you give me fandom, lost in the void of cries, I struggle to swim, the sea it swallows me, devoted to devotion, lost in the swell, never a name I can tell, worship the light, hold tight, for the devil is deep, the hole is long, weather forever, alone all along, strike down the summit, take back the moment, power to the picture, stole in its grasp…
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Possession Is Zero Tenths – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
…“The owner has control over this vessel, not you! So why don’t you pack your FUCKING bags and get OUT!” Father Garamond spits with a sharp tongue as he proudly holds out a crucified cross and thrusts his other hand, pointed towards the doorway. The meek creature stares at him with terrified eyes, casting a fevered glance over towards its host, before back to the black clad holy figure.
The priests nose twists, and his lips curl as he tightens his grip upon the cross. “YOU DARE IGNORE THE WORD OF GOD ALMIGHTY! YOU DARE REFUSES TO LEAVE! I WILL THRUST YOU INTO THE VERY BOWLS OF HELL ITSELF, WITH MY OWN HANDS!” he bellows as he reaches out and grabs the creature by its ear and lifts it into the air with disgust. “FOUL BEAST YOU WILL G….” But his words come to a halted stop in his throat as he finds himself no longer standing in young Michael’s room, but a disease and decaying alley way.
“W-W-What manner of t-trickery is t-t-this,” he stammers nervously, as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.
“Why, it is no trickery at all dear father, it is but a means to an end,” a voice hisses gleefully from the darkness.
Garamond crosses finger over finger and holds them out in front of me. “THY WILL REPENT BEFORE HE WHO IS THY MAKE!” he spits valiantly. “THY WILL RELEASE THY HOLD ON HER S….” But his words are stolen into cries of agony as his fingers are twisted and broken by the very air itself.…
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Dying For Silence – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
…Trevor takes his hand from her mouth and takes a staggering step back, as he stares in horror at her motionless form. He casts a fevered look over towards Nancy, who refuses to meet his gaze, and only stares at her sister’s lifeless form aghast.
“I-I-I, I never meant to,” he stammers before tears start freely running down his cheeks. “I-I-I, I just w-wanted h-her to b-be quiet. I-I-I, I just needed a-a, a moment o-of silence, s-so I could concentrate, I-I-I, s-swear,” he sobs as he turns back to Heather and drops to his knees, exhausted.
For several long silent moments he sits quietly sobbing to himself before a hand tightly grips him by the right shoulder and a pair of cold wet lips press up against his ear.
“Quiet enough for ya NOW Trev?” a raspy voice hisses. “Now the BITCH won’t be spoiling anyone else’s day with her cheerleader BULLSHIT! Now you can get some real work done!”
“I-I-I,” Trevor mumbles through trembling lips.
“You WHAT Trev? You can’t BELIEVE how peaceful it is without that BITCH running around, telling you what to do?” the voice purrs I’m his ear. “YOU can’t BELIEVE how quiet the world actually is, without someone constantly in your ear, harping on to you about anything and everything?”
“I-I-I, I never meant t-t-to kill h-her,” he stammers as he looks nervously over to his hideous reflection, who smiles back at him with a disjointed grin. “I-I-I, I swear I-I-I didn’t.”
“Sure Trev, I believe you!” he quips sarcastically with an even broader grin upon his lips…
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Coffee Would Not Shake The Need To Swim – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Haggard was the words used twice, forgotten yet now, you saw me naked, I gave a moment shined in the sun, open the top of my skull, find it empty, yet find there some, I was not sure, yet sure was me, window shopping, the fragrance of the sea, my frog had hopped, the ship was sunk, black wickedness was coming, as the sun set, running, hillside and free…
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Feed The Forgotten Feed – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I said it was okay, yet never did it sit well, the fragrance of the smell, it yielded naught but got some, I asked the question out of order, the words were wrong, the time was right, look and see, sever the sea, wash the wizard’s beard, and free the inside of me, pleasure to infinity, but less beyond the door before, behind the pony I saw…
