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there were whispers, and rumors, that she was able to stay there. for a while.
hidden in the heart of that retched place.
Out of of some dilapidated flower shop she built a shelter.
a place with a fire that couldn't be seen from the outside,
and a hole in the wall where she could watch the patrols at night.
Some late afternoons she would hear a violin humming or crying,
somewhere in the in the city. Farther than she could ever reach.
She amazed herself with how long she held up on her own. Birds would fly her food through holes in the ceiling. Holes in the ceiling where light shone through, showing her the specs of dust that floated all around her.
she knew each speck of dust was another universe, she knew she was never alone.
A few years later when the city was liberated I found this place. She was long gone but she left her name scratched in the wall, and a short message.
"IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I HAVE MADE IT HOME. FOR I KNOW THAT PEACE HAS PREVAILED, I HAVE NOT BEEN DEFEATED BY THE HAND OF TERROR, AND NO TERROR LIVES IN INSIDE OF ME. THERE CAN ONLY BE PEACE HERE"
Mario & Luigi creepypasta game script: LUIGI walks into a room in Peaches castle. The walls are blood and the floor is bones LUIGI: mama mia! What happened, Mario? MARIO: I'm-a dead, luigi! LUIGI: Aye aye aye aye!
I took in a very pregnant cat from the street. The vet said she was quite healthy for a street cat and might have escaped from someone’s house. We put up Found signs but nobody came to claim her. It didn’t bother me much. I’d always wanted a cat, and I figured I could keep one or two of the kittens and adopt out the rest.
Well, its been six months, and my cat is still pregnant. The things inside her respond to my touch, rolling beneath her fur. I can’t wait for them to come out. I’ve always loved kittens, and it’ll be any day now I’m sure. Any day.
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i told you guys i’d write about cursed fairy erotica
When we first found the books, we thought they were the stupidest things ever written. Faeries fucking each other. Who could like this garbage?
We’d sit in the unfinished basement and laugh at the purple prose, the Mary Sue protagonists who always got their fae lover with the tight pants and dark eyes and perfect dick. We’d clap our hands over our faces and stifle our giggles deep into the night.
Slowly though the books started to get more violent. Vibrant descriptions of orgies, cannibalism, violent sex that was horrifying for the protagonist instead of thrilling. When we got to a chapter about a pregnant woman having her fetus pulled from her stomach by her fairy boyfriend’s jealous wife, we stopped reading. The books weren’t funny anymore.
We left the books in a box the woods, hoping they’d rot there and nobody would ever find them. But that wasn’t the end.
My boyfriend (he’d been one of the people in the group) came over a few nights after we dumped the books. We fooled around a little, but couldn’t get anything going. Both of us were distracted. I didn’t want to admit it to him, but I told him I was thinking about the books. Apparently he was too.
We unanimously decided to go back out to the woods and get them. Why? I don’t know. Maybe we wanted to see just what depths they would sink to. As we neared the site, my heart nearly stopped when our flashlight beam fell onto a figure near the box. I thought it was a plant at first, but it was shaped like a person. Several people, all posed like they were going at each other’s throats. Their skin was black and cracked, with reddish roots threaded through it. Growing on top of them were plants, with jagged leaves and red stalks topped with clusters of white berries. Each berry had a little black dot on it, like an eye.
We probably should have set it all on fire or something, but we couldn’t think clearly at the moment and ran before they could come to life or before we started growing weird stuff on our bodies. We didn’t go back there and from then on we avoided anything fairy-related.
I woke up today and turned on the TV to watch a show I liked, but all the the characters had hyper realistic eyes, and hyper realistic mouths, and hyper realistic faces, and hyper realistic skin. Then I realized it was the news, and they were real people. The end.
I went to the park a couple days ago. It's the sort of thing I do when I've got nothing else going on, and ever since I lost my job, I've had nothing but free time. It wasn't like it was even my fault. My boss is just a jerk and let me go because I wouldn't date him. I'm glad to be out of there but now, but I do need money, and my search isn't going well.
Anyway, I'm sitting in the park. I brought my phone to snap pictures of the pigeons and old couples. Some annoying kids are chasing all the birds away, but I just give them an angry look and they flip me off and go somewhere else. As I'm taking pictures, I spot this guy walking along the path. He's tall, pretty cute. Not the kind of guy who'd be interested in someone like me. He's also not looking, so I take his picture too. Maybe it's a little creepy, and I do feel kinda bad later once he's gone, so I go to my photo gallery to get rid of it.
I scroll past pictures of pigeons until I find a weird picture. Looks like an old Polaroid someone had burned, with a big blurry white hole where the guy had been. I know it's probably just a glitch, but the picture freaks me out, and I delete it. It feels like someone stuck their fingers into my brain. Really weird and uncomfortable. When I go home that night, I don't look at my phone for the rest of the night.
