My Writing Stuff
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Alice looked at the Red Queen, with doubt in her heart. There was nothing she could do, after all her and the Red Queen had fallen in love. There relationship was one that was kept in secret. For no one to know and no one to see. "My Queen?" Alice stepped forward, taking the biggest step she would ever take in her life. "Yes, Alice." the Red Queen replied, her tone silky smooth and fervent. "I-I wish to ask for you hand in marriage." she said, as a single tear-drop fell from her eye. The Red Queen looked stunned as the noble court whispered and mocked Alice. The smiled and turned toward the court. "I accept your proposel." she said, as her face flushed a bright pink and she went down to Alice and gave her a kiss.
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(I just came up with this one)
*TRIGGER WARNING
I woke up, as my heart hammered from the insistent pounding that came from the door to my bedroom. "Open this DAMNED DOOR!" my dad said, as shook the door-knob vigorously. "N-no.." I whispered, as I shivered under my bed-sheets and covered my head with a pillow. Finally, it stopped, but I knew better than to believe that he would give up that easily. I slowly got out of bed and groaned. The bruises on my legs seemed to get worse as the days went by, but I pushed through. I went over to get my suitcase out of the closet, but something sparked. After I packed my bags, I could stay with a friend and tell them what happened. Then my dad would have revenge on him, like he had never seen. -
It's not fair, to her, me or any of the others. Sometimes she walks through the halls and kids snicker at her hand-me-down clothes. Even her older sister doesn't know the pain she's hiding in the features of her face. Now she is going to head to the place that she dreaded, just for rumors that kids started. It wasn't fair that they targeted her and lied about her. It wasn't fair. Her parents knew about it, but there reaction was the same. They would take care of it. But would they? The pain had become to much to bear as a single teardrop rolled from her face.
Now, this young girls older sister was at home, crying. She didn't want to lose her sister. Her sister was like a friend that could never be replaced. Never. This girl's older sister, is sitting down, in a room typing this now.
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wtf um
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(Sorry Drew :o)
Hunter looked at the dark room he was sitting in and sighed. Ever since he was created, he had been stuck here in the listless void of blandness. It was his turn to have some fun, his turn to live a life that he could never have. "MOVE OVER!!!" he shouted to the person that was in control. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, something wobbled and he was seeing through eyes, and he was seeing color. "Wow" he said, staring at the computer screen in front of him. "This is awesome."
"Um, Jinx, what the hell is wrong with you?" a girl with blonde hair and glasses said. "Oh, um, nothing." Hunter replied as he looked down at what he was wearing. He in in jeans and a flannel shirt. It wasn't what he would wear normally, but it would work for now. -
Cassie looked at the clock and sighed. It was another dreadful day in school, and in life. So many things were going on, but she vowed that it would be better as a smiled escaped her mouth. "Now, only if I could actually do something." she thought as she looked at her drawing journal. She had so many of these things that it wasn't funny. The only one she didn't have was her very first one, and that one was the one her dad threw away in a bon-fire.
"Yes, it'a almost time for the bell to ring." she whispered as the seconds ticked by on the digital clock. Each sheer second seemed to grow longer and longer, but finally the time came and the sound of release from Home Room was here. So many kids ran out of each room like a stampede. "Ugh.." she said, with a bit of disgust. She wanted to get to her class and finish something. It's not that she liked school, she hated it, but it had to be done. -
(So, today, people on the bus were making fun of me and my sister and basically what I wrote happened. The " " are for my thoughts)
Now You Wonder Why?
I hear the snide remarks over and over in my head. Its nothing new, but it still gets on my nerves. I just sit here typing and typing trying to ignore it all, but its wrong. I know it, but maybe they dont because they are irresponsible little b----es.
Its wrong, and its not fair. I hate it how they treat us every single day. Its like we are just unknown and outcasts. I hear their laughter and I hear their mockeries. Do they actually think that this is fair? That this is right?
The bus slowly inches forward as my fingers move along the computers keyboard. I look up and around. Thank god no one is watching me, or at least I think so. I dont need any more snide remarks about me and my sister, but of course, this is inevitable. The bus is finally going, but hasnt pulled out of the school yet. It stops and goes, stops and goes. It reminds me of the white car our mom drives. I hear someone ask me if Im writing a book. Its one of my friends. I lie and say yes, because after all most things are better kept as secrets.
Stop teasing? Really?!? Youre the one who is mainly doing the talking. Im f---ing tired of this. Ugh It makes me want to barf. What do these kids have that I dont? Are they not content unless they say a harsh word against me or my sister?
The bus rattles and groans as it travels down the highway. I dont want to go home, but then again, I dont want to stay at school. The bus nears the house we live in and I close my computer down. -
The walls fell down and shattered on the pavement outside. The barrier I had hid inside for so long was now just a faint memory. I had to face the world, but I didn't want to. I closed my eyes to see if the walls would reappear back in place but they didn't. The wall had been up for so long and the barrier unchanged, but now this was different. I saw things that I had hidden from in the first place, but I also saw some new things. These unknown things peaked my interest as I stepped outside and looked around. I never realized, that their were people like me out here. People that would accept me.
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(This is the idea I had for the soap, but should I continue or no?)
The Chasm Of Death
Chapter 1: Speak It!
It had been a long day for 13 year old Catherine Martinez. The day had been sought with bullies and the average stuck up drama queen. "When will it end?" Catherine muttered, as she walked by a long abandoned cemetery. The rusty gate that Catherine walked by slowly creaked open. "Who's there?" she said, her tone staying calm and collected as the tree leaves swished in the breeze. She didn't hear anything, so she shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk toward her house. -
(This story has gore and violence, so don't read if you have a weak stomach)(I also wrote this under my Quotev name Mr. Creepypasta)
Fallen From Grace by: Mr. Creepypasta
I looked up between the grime fused bars as I hear a scream emanating from the room right across from me. I pull against the chains that bind me down to this grim place, but this worked to no avail. A couple of minutes later there was no sound, not even a slight breath from anything. Thats when I heard the footsteps slowly walking toward the cell in which I was being held. I squirmed because, I was the last of my kind, I was a fallen angel. I glanced up as I felt a tremor shake my bones. The cell door was now unlocked and a huge black figure stood above me, their messy hair hanging down dripping with some unknown substance. I watched him come closer, but I couldnt move. I was froze with pure terror, and thats when everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I was strapped down to a table, but that isnt what surprised me. Hanging above me was an assortment of wings that still had the dried blood and bits of skin on them. This was enough to almost make me gag, but I held the bile down in my throat as the person walked in and took off the black robe. When I saw who it was it made me gasp in surprise. Now, dont be surprised, dear. Their voice echoed down the halls. The person stood near a rack that had an assortment of knives and other things. They picked up a knife that had the emblem of a cross on the side and laughed. How ironic. They said, as they twirled the knife in the air and walked over to me. Now, Im going to have to flip you over so your back will be facing me. They said smirking as they walked over and unshackled one of the chains and flipped me over on my stomach. I let out a shrill scream as my free arm hits a metal spike. I pull my arm free and it leaves a gaping hole, so big I can see through it. The stranger laughed. That will leave a mark. He grinned sadistically.
I growled as he raised the cross embedded knife and swung down, toward the area where the wing and skin attached together. I felt a blazing pain sear through the left half of my body and let out a shrill scream. He just laughed, as I wondered, why would he betray the followers that he so desperately wanted? I heard the swish of the blade being brought back down as it pierced through the skin and wing once more. I let out another shrill scream, as the pain rippled through my body once again. This time I felt blood gush down my back, and it was flowing heavy. My vision blurred as he went to the rack to get something better, a saw.
I nearly lost consciousness, but as soon as he grabbed the wing my eyes opened wide by the pain it caused. He put the saw blade next to the skin and started to saw away. Each movement caused a tremor to pulse through my body as my screams echoed down the hall. Finally, it was over. My left wing was dismembered and on the floor in a mess of blood and shredded skin. He grinned as he hung the wing up on the platform where the others were placed. Time to start on the other. He said as he looked at me, not a flicker of emotion flickering on his face. He put the saw blade right next to my skin and wing and started sawing. Suprisingly, I didnt feel a thing. I drifted out of reality as he continued.
I finally woke up, and my back was in a searing pain. His laugh echoed off of the walls, as I sat up. I leapt off of the table that had my blood all over it, but I guess my stomach managed to hold the vomit in. I suddenly felt a searing pain rip through my arm. I looked down and my heart started to race. The one that had done this to me, the one that tortured me, was one I followed to the ends of the earth. The name etched into my skin was Lucifer. -
(Testing something.)
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Don't edit this please. I'n not finished with it ^~^
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I sat in the desk and breathed heavily. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest as each breath got shorter and more rapid. I let out a slight cough and shuffled in my seat as I tried to set back up. After a couple of seconds, I had to take a deep breath again. It was like something was holding my airway, and kept squeezing. My breathing got more and more raspy, as I heard a laugh. I didn't get to turn around to see who, as my vision went blurry.
(Two Hours Later)
I woke up in a dim lighted room and groaned. My head hurt, but my shortness of breath was gone. I sat up and rubbed my head, and realized, there was a huge bump on it. "Where am I?" I mumbled, my speech slurred. -
(I'm going to post some of my RP Starters that I haven't tried out yet.)
Starter #1
Jack sat on the edge of the building, his staff was in his hands as he looked at the city below. It had been long ago, when he realized no one could see him and he became part of an elite group, called the Guardians, but even they didnt know the darkness that he contained inside of him. Jack shivered as he watched a shadow slide down the street and he grinned. Pitch was here. Jack smiled and let out a gleeful laugh as he flew through the air. He landed in front of the shadow as Pitch materialized in front of his eyes. Well, hello there Jack Bane. Pitch replied calling Jack by his former name, that even he had almost forgotten. -
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
(A Terribly Written Story)
I know Christmas is around the corner and many of you are worried about presents and what your going to get to be worried about anything else. You dismiss the tiny things that count, such as the letter your write to Santa Claus. Well, Im going to let you in, on a little secret. Those letters you write DO get sent to Santa, but there is a little change your parents add at the bottom of that letter. Your parents are part of something huge, that you will one day be part of, but Im getting ahead of myself arent I. Let me just start from the beginning. Or something, that is like a beginning.
Many of you know the song, Santa Claus Is Coming to Town I presume, but if you dont here are some of the lyrics.
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
Im telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Hes making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out whos naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming town
He sees you when youre sleeping
He knows when youre awake
He knows if youve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
Im telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town!
Santa Claus is coming to town!
Now, most of your thoughts are, Yeah, its a Christmas song. So what?. Well, have you ever actually thought about the lyrics. He sees you when youre sleeping or He knows if youve been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake!. Have you ever wondered what this means? I know I did, when I was a kid. I remember always asking my parents, What does the song, Santa Claus Is Coming To Town, mean? My parents would laugh the question off and tell me some simplistic answer like, He comes to give all of the children gifts, and makes sure they are well behaved. I would always smile, but as I got older I wanted more answers, so I decided to investigate on my own.
I wrote another Christmas letter, not only for my curiosity, I actually forgot to ask Santa for some things. After I finished writing the letter, I gave it to my parents and I noticed they changed something. I didnt know what it was until the night of Christmas Eve, and I became Santas little helper. The job was a bit suprising at first, and I finally did figure out what my parents wrote on the bottom of the letter. He has been very naughty this year. When I found that out, I was enraged, but I couldnt do anything about it, because at that time, I was in Santas sleigh.
Ever since then, my job has been easy.
Ive watched you since you were a little child. You always wanted to help your mom decorate the tree and leave cookies for the jolly old elf, but you never noticed me. I was always staring into your window at night and seeing if you would slip up or do something wrong. Then, you finally did. It was exactly one week before Christmas and it was just a little mistake. You had broken the vase that your mom had, had since she was a child. Now, as all parents do, she wrote on the bottom of your letter to Santa. She had said, you had been bad. You thought of it, because you saw what she wrote down. You thought it was another one of her pranks, but you would find out soon enough, that it wasnt.
The sun started to set, as I watched you go to bed and fall asleep. I grinned, letting my now sharp teeth gleam in the moonlight and I contacted Santa. He would be by your bedside in no time.
I watched Santa Claus climb up the stairs, his body seeming to turn skinny and ragged, as his skin shriveled up to a light grey mass. The only thing that made him recognizable was the suit. I watched as he crept up to your bedside and pulled powder out of his pocket. I used to hate this part, but now Ive grown to love it. Santa grinned and sprinkled the powder all over your body. It made you feel numb and your senses combined and slurred together. Santa pulled out a knife and slit your stomach open. Blood poured from wound and he disappeared. I watched you wake up in confusion, and then you looked down.
The horror on your face was to die for, but my job was far from done. I quietly opened the window and uttered a few words. I watched you fall back on your bed, your eyes almost lifeless from the blood loss. You wouldnt die, and I actually pitied you for that.
When you awoke, you were in a room that was pitch black and it was very hot. You heard theh shuffling of bodies and sighs, suddenly the lights turned on and you saw that you were in a Workshop. You looked down at your body and almost vomited. Your skin had become a dark grey and suddenly you felt yourself getting shorter. What is happening? you asked, and realized your voice had become high and squeaky. You were now one of Santas elves.
I laughed and walked through the lines of elves. They would never know the truth.
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