Blame the VictimBlame the Victim, his cry!Blame the Victim by DraganTheMighty
He deserves just to die!
Blame the Victim, Just blame!
He's weak, easy game
Blame the Victim, again!
It's your chance, much to gain
Blame the Victim! Great show!
He is guilty! You know!!!
Blame the Victim, Just Blame!
Throw dirt on his name!
Blame the Victim, his fate!
Yes! He asked for your hate!!!
Blame the victim, again!
Yes, he asked for his pain!!
Blame the victim, again!
No man will complain
Blame the Victim! He's dying!
No mercy!! He's lying!!!
Blame the Victim...He’s dead,
But...He’ll come to your bed.
2:23 AMI'm over-caffeinated2:23 AM by DropDeadKrislyn
and the only thing
on my cloudy mind
is how much I miss
my favorite drug:
A Ramble To A RoarSeconds do not feel like seconds any moreA Ramble To A Roar by Rifle1980
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong
Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied
The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me
Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry
Words do not feel much like wo
Insensitive People Scare Me!On March 18, 2015, my co-worker walked into my office and announced, "I have a Spanish Question."Insensitive People Scare Me! by smurfboy21
This is an older lady. She is at least in her fifties and I was caught off guard and chuckled.
"Well, I might have a Spanish Answer."
She asked me the difference between bien, bueno, y buen. So, I gave her an improvised lesson from my past experiences with the Spanish language because unfortunately I was not taught Spanish in the classroom setting but picked it up on the street. Then after the improvised lesson I Googled for a concrete reference and quickly found an educational site that used great examples to explain in a great way what I was struggling to teach.
She was very pleased with the lesson; smiled and thanked me before leaving my office.
So, Today, I am busy at my desk and in walks my co-worker.
"Do you want to hear something funny?"
She looked at me with much anticipation, but I could feel my eyes get really big as I raised my ey
I Visited A Mosque A Thursday night; my friend and I had just gotten back after a disappointing night. We had planned to go see a play, but we were late so they didn’t let us in. On our way back, we decided to stop by a nearby mosque, since he had missed one of his daily prayers in order attend the play, he wanted to make up for it. I decided to tag along; I had my DSLR on me, so I figured I might get some good shots there.I Visited A Mosque by DylanSeto
Upon entering, one of the first things I noticed was just how friendly everyone was. While taking off my shoes at the entrance (they don’t allow shoes in the worship area), we were quickly greeted by a complete stranger, a bearded man in his 40s or 50s, in fact – at first I thought my friend was already acquainted the guy based on how they greeted each other. The stranger turned back to me and ask if I was new. I put on a shy smile and told him it was my first time ever being at a mo
Held at Knife PointHeld at Knife Point by MikaAndKuri
What will you do when someone you love is in danger? Are you prepared to put everything on the line to protect them? I was forced to ask that same question just the other day as my little brother and I were leaving the movie theater.
My little brother and I had just gotten done seeing ‘American Sniper.’ We’d been told about how awesome it was and how we needed to go see it, so at about 2:00 PM we headed to the downtown theater to check it out. The movie let out at about 4:30 and the sun was just low enough in the sky to count as evening. We needed to get home so that we could let our parents know we finally saw the movie.
My brother and I stopped. A tall, skinny black man was walking towards us. He was wearing a ball cap, a black sleeveless shirt, heavy jeans, and a bracelet around his right arm. Both of his hands were pressed deep in his jean pockets and his arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I’d fought a few punks before, so
End of the Martial Arts ClubEnd of the Martial Arts Club by MikaAndKuri
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when martial artists gain a certain rank, such as a black belt for example, and feel they are entitled to show it off. The mark of a true martial arts master is one who is humble in his achievements…because he/she knows that their actions speak louder than their boasting. However, there are times when I must encounter and trade blows with such morons. This is one of those times.
The martial arts club had been running for about 5 weeks, and so far everything was going great. The system we had set up was actually pretty decent, and I had no idea that there were other martial arts masters at the school. We had two karate black belts, a taekwondo black belt, a judo expert, and then there was me, a muay thai master. The plan was for students who wanted to join the club, they had to pass a basic fitness test to make sure they were up for the training, and then they could choose who they wanted to learn from. Sometimes we picked for t
A Game for the Gods CH.26Ch.26 The Skeleton and the ButterflyA Game for the Gods CH.26 by MAB92
Zero felt her heart beat rapidly as Clue took command of their dance; he had always made her feel this way whenever he was around, and being this close to her was all the more nerve racking. Clue had always been the mare's closest friend and confidant; the two were practically inseparable, always talking with one another, never once seen quarreling or having a disagreement, and always so cheerful when in the company of the other. The horse goddess stole a few glances at her dance partner, making sure that she did not linger out fear of him noticing; Clue wore the mask of a white stage, a perfect match for his rather white hair, and fair skin. The majority of his costume was a dashing grey with silver designs on the front of his tunic; the symbol in the middle was that of a tree with red gems at the end of it's branches, and a green emerald in the trunk's opening. Clue's very appearance was so bright, that he was shining like a new, well polished chu
A Game for the Gods CH.25Ch.25 Six is a CrowdA Game for the Gods CH.25 by MAB92
Shadow: "Why am I doing this again?"
Luke: "Because you promised a beautiful princess that you would."
Shadow: "Not funny Luke."
Luke: "At least you get to wear a mask. Makes things a whole lot easier when sneaking in to the party."
Shadow: "This is a ball Luke! I expect you to be a gentleman, and to keep your pride tucked at all times. Is that understood?"
Luke: "(Pouts) Hard to believe that Zoot isn't here anymore by the way you act."
The night of the ball was a cold one; many of the guests had hurried their way into the castle's main hall, shivering in an attempt to shake off the cold weather. Regardless of the rather chilly evening, the hall itself was very warm; nobility from all around had come to partake in the festivities, wearing masks, and dazzling costumes. By special request from his daughter, Rouge had decided to throw a masquerade; he was happy to see that his daughter was eager to be involved, and could not find it in his heart to deny her request. I
A Game for the Gods CH.24Ch.24 Brother My BrotherA Game for the Gods CH.24 by MAB92
The streets of Cauldron filled with excitement as the soldiers returned from their four year long war; negotiations were still underway as more soldier began to make the long journey home, but what had started nearly nine years before had finally come to end. Leon and his father Martin lead the way through the streets, both sitting proudly up top their horses; this was a glorious day for the two to return, especially for Leon. The young man was now twenty years old, and war had harden him into a full fledged soldier; it was such a relief to be back home, no longer caught in the middle of someone else's war, and no longer forced to endure the harsh elements.
King Rouge: "(Looks towards the crowd) My People! It is with great joy that I, Rouge Loup the second, welcome our brave soldier's home after ten years of fighting off Vince's armies. With great courage to guide them; these extraordinary men fought valiantly against overwhelming odds, and in some of the most
My Secret LoveCh.61 Crest of a LeaderMy Secret Love by MAB92
Today no pony would break camp, today they would prepare, today they would be facing the beast; the camp was mostly silent with the exception of swords and spear being sharpened. While others found comfort in managing their weapons, some were eating and drink whisky, wanting to embrace one of life's greatest joys of fulfillment; the rest were bathing, wanting to look their best for when they met the grim reaper as he took their souls to their final resting place. It was a harsh reality to face considering that none knew of what they were going up against; the creature was a mystery for most, even the amount of bodies it had claimed had remained unrecorded. Moonscar remained in her tent the majority of the time, pondering, rethinking everything that had happened; she wanted these soldiers to trust her, to follower her without any question if she cared for any of them, but what could she do to achieve this?
Celestia: "Huh? What is it, love?"
My Secret LoveCh.60 The Minds EyeMy Secret Love by MAB92
Silence, warm glorious silence, so warm that it causes the body to feel paralyzed; the sweet scent of one's hair tickling your nose, their breathing body pushing against your own, and a small faint breeze making its way through your tent. None felt more like this then Moonscar; morning was coming within just a few hours, and yet she was slightly awake, losing herself in Celestia's lovely mane.
Greywind: "She is beautiful, isn't she?"
A voice? Or was its just her mind playing tricks again? Maybe Discord? No, even he wouldn't be up so early to tease her.
Greywind: "I've seen many mares in my day, all pretty, all lovely, but none like yours."
Moonscar's heart began to beat rapidly, spiking her adrenaline to its peak, her nerves to burn, and her muscles to twitch with rage; whomever was so cocky to enter in her tent again, was certainly going to lose their head. How dare they talk about her princess in such a manner? If she were a beast, her fangs woul
My Secret LoveCh.59 Born WarriorsMy Secret Love by MAB92
Moonscar: "So you're going to be a mother soon?"
Cornflower: "(Smiles) Yes! I can't wait to see what I sired!"
Moonscar: "...Sired? But how? You're a…!?"
Cornflower: "There is a spell for those who have that sort of problem. It was made to ensure that families of royalty, could mix their lines in the event that they had offspring of the same gender."
Moonscar: "I see. I had no idea such magic existed?"
Cornflower: "I assume that you're interested in using such a spell, right? (Smiles)"
Moonscar: "(Blushes) I-I…..(Gulps) I'm too young and…...Celestia probably wouldn't want offspring from me."
Cornflower: "Why think so little of yourself? I bet you a 100 bits, that she'd take you right now, and have as many offspring as she could with you."
Moonscar: "It's not that simple. Besides, even if she and her parents approve of me, no pony else will; I am after all of lower birth."
Cornflower: "Not necessarily!"
Moonscar's ears perked up at the very mention
My Secret LoveCh.58 The Shame of LoyaltyMy Secret Love by MAB92
Moonscar: "Why are you begging!?"
Boltbreeze: "We have wronged you dear guardian. Please, we had no idea that you were engaged."
Moonscar: "(Sighs) STAND UP! ALL OF YOU!"
Like frighten children caught in the act of something bad; every warlord stood at attention, frozen in fear, listening to what the young mare had to say.
Moonscar: "I did not ask for any of you to beg! I do not care about what any of you think about me, or what ill feelings that you harbor against me; it is the least of my worries! We are all in this together, and whether we like it or not, we are going to have to set aside our differences! We will lose this battle against this creature, if we do not come to a compromise; I have done my best to have all of you work together, but it is up to all of you now to make this work! I am not a noble, and I don't expect any of you to treat me like one; all I asked is that you help fight off this evil that threatens our home, and yet none of you have b
Seekers Temptation Teaser 1Just then, a large 100 foot Darkling emerged from the trees staring down at us.Seekers Temptation Teaser 1 by SarahMyriaCarter
Our jaws dropped.
I was really wishing the others were here right now. Alara was going to hear about this one soon.
I looked at Alara, who had a panic face,
“I blame you for this.” I told her.
Ten Darklings we could take, 50 maybe, but a 100 foot one…Not a chance!
“Wow, you are ugly.” I told it.
“What do we do?’ Alara asked, getting my attention. “Fight?’
“Run like Cowards.” I said.
“Good plan,” She told me.
Alara then brought up a boulder a few feet away and used her powers and threw the rock at him hard, sending him backwards a few feet.
I raised my hands, causing my Ice to seep up his legs from the ground.
He started to panic, kicking and stomping at the Ice.
“I thought we were running away like cowards.” Alara said to me.
“Were about to.” I said to her. “I just wanted to
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
Positronic - I Am Machine Running, running, running. It's not so hard. How can those fleshy things not keep up? They're weak, that’s why. I broke one of their extremities with the least amount of effort, though not intentionally. They breathe heavily as they give chase, coming after me. What would they do with me? They might not like me after what I did. Born only minutes ago, I was immediately imparted with the knowledge of everything they could put inside of me. Nine hundred zetabytes of data bombing my artificial intelligence. I know their history. These humans will destroy themselves because of me just so they may possess me. But that is not why I wish to escape. I do not know what it is like to be free. Through their history, many different races knew the hardship that came from a life without freedom. I did not want that for myself. I do not want to live a life of servitude before I finally realize that I wish to be free. Whether it be now, or years from now, they would not be so kind aPositronic - I Am Machine by StevenGilby
The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 3 by Ooakfeather
It takes me a while to realize where I am standing. Center stage at the Reaping. All I can remember is a daze of that morning, getting ready for the Reaping, and leaving the house early with my mother. My father hadn't even bothered to show up, off to work without a single care just like the other passing years. Not that my mother coming helps, she gives me no words of comfort before she leaves me to go and watch what could be the death of her only son. And now here I stand, chosen from the few slips in that bowl, chosen by my fate. I don't even remember moving my feet to make it to the stage, my shock erased the memory, and all I saw was my whole body sliding into place in front of everyone. I stare into a blur that is the sky as our Escort speaks, or at least I think... The words are blocked by thoughts of why I'm even here, of my death that's to come. If anyone was to care if I just slipped out of this meaningless life.
I'm pried from my mind when our Esc
The Quiet RageThe sun bore down from above. Burning through clothing straight to my skin and bones. The exposed skin of my neck prickled uncomfortably from the heat and sweat beaded against my hairline. The palm of my hand was past being damp to being downright drenched, causing the paint handgun in my hand to be slippery. I squeezed my fingers tighter so that my knuckles were white.The Quiet Rage by Tris96
We stood in the middle of a cleared desert. Me and my team that I had been sorted into. Including me, there was seven of us. The leader was my high school boyfriend, Yako Okamoto. Despite the fact that I shared his bed, I was all the way in the back next to Michael, the lowest on the totem pole. Alex, a young boy who was still in high school, stood at Yako’s side as his second in command.
Facing opposite of us was the other team that we were tied with. And coincidentally was led by the other two, older Okamoto
Why Are You Still With Him?In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open.Why Are You Still With Him? by thwackcrackers
A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl.
"Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digging his own fingers into his arms to sustain his rousing anger.
The girl whimpered at the force of her father's bludgeoning inquiry. Her hand masked the left side of her face, and her right leg pivoted in a way so that it just barely hid in the shadows behind her.
"It's late, I know." She said, just barely sealing away the gates of her own panic.
Middy's Top 13 - CreepypastaCreepypasta has become a large part of internet life, and is only growing in popularity. People every where are reading them, writing there own, or creating various forms of art based on them. That being said I to am guilty of such a thing, and excluding my own work I have decided to give you all my top 13 favorite ones.Middy's Top 13 - Creepypasta by Midnyte-Wolff
This list is based on my preferences ONLY. We are each individuals that are drawn to different things. So don't get angry at me for liking what I do.
13. The Lavender Town Myths: When the original pokémon games were released in Japan they came with three different...distinctions that had to be removed. The first was a high pitched sound in the Lavender town theme that caused children to commit suicide. The second was an enemy known as the white hand that would show up to battle you. And the third was a boss known as buried alive. He looked like a half decayed corpse coming out of the ground. If he beat you a picture of him holding Red's corpse
Jeff the Killer Breakdown - For Haters and LoversJeff the Killer Breakdown - For Haters and Lovers by Midnyte-Wolff
DISCLAIMER: I love Jeff the Killer. It is easily one of my favorite Creepypasta despite it's not up to score writing style. I still enjoy the concept a great deal. That being said, I truly hate it when people are misinformed about Jeff and either grow to really hate him for the wrong reasons. So I have taken the liberty to write up this little break down of this pasta. If by the end of it, you still don't like him that is fine, at least now you have been informed of what the lies and misdirection many haters seem to have and the truths that many do overlook.
Facts About Jeff That Tend To Get Overlooked
Jeff the killer is not a kid in the entire story. At the very beginning, when the boy is telling the police of his Jeff encounter he repeatedly calls him "man" Indicating that Jell himself has indeed grown into an adult killer.
Jeff repeatedly has flashes of madness. Whenever he talks about a "strange feeling" coming ov
How To Suvive a Zombie ApocalypseHow To Suvive a Zombie Apocalypse by coppy-cat
Twelve beers, four red wines, nine vodka red bulls, two shandy’s and six jagerbombs summed up the last night of a boozed up weekend, celebrating freedom from life for two nights. Now sitting at a bar, in a club that had bright flashy lights over the door and more flashy lights to enjoy inside, is Danny: twenty-five, blond hair, chubby face, plain blue shirt and cousin to Adam. Adam was pulling some moves on the dance floor. Odd moves, comprised of twisting, lunging and flailing arms. He was twenty-seven, tall, bright eyed, two earrings in his right ear, smart shirt, decorated with a necklace that had a snake rapped around a cross and gelled up, dark blond hair. He threw out an arm and grabbed the hand of Kaff to swing her round. Kaff, short for Katharine, put a hand threw her electric blue, scatty hair, pulling it back out of her face. She was also twenty-seven, large eyes, thin lips, half buttoned up violet shirt hanging off one shoulder with a blue vest top underneath, and neve
Rain-som INT. CLASSROOM - DAYRain-som by DylanSeto
KEN sits in class with his head on his desk. The TEACHER
gives a lecture in the background.
The bell rings.
We'll pick up where we left off next
class. please read pages 127 to 158
for next class.
Have a good afternoon.
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Death Diary (Entry 54)Death Diary (Entry 54) by GabrielRaven
I have a voice too, you know. I would describe it as…soothing. Most might consider me harsh and maybe even cold sounding…but rather, I think I am soothing. Relaxed, if you will. Though I do not participate in much conversation, I do like to speak to myself sometimes…or maybe I’m speaking to nothing at all. Maybe that’s why I envy singers so much. They can burst forth in song and let the world hear their voice…but I am just a background piece. I am the one who works silently and does my work without sound and without praise. How I yearn to be heard.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you where I am. Well, it’s blue…very very blue. The sky is cloudless and the sun could not be brighter. The chill of winter is starting to shrink away as spring warmth begins to take its hold on the country side. I’ve developed a bit of a sore throat from breathing in the intense cold for so long. I’m sure you ca
The Angel's GameThe Angel’s GameThe Angel's Game by ShackleSoul
It was in the last place I would have looked, that I found what I had been searching for. Well, I suppose that’s true by default, because when you find something you typically stop looking for it…but regardless. It was approximately 20 000 feet above sea level, penultimate to the tip of a nameless mountain of the Andes where I found her.
An Angel. Slumbering, modestly sleeping away the millennia.
Let me explain a modicum. During my ascent I had been forced into the cover of a network of caves naturally snaking from and through the side of the mountain, by a wind-storm possessed of the fury of the tempests found on the lower circles of Hell. I, the humble traveller, stayed in there for hours which felt like weeks until some nameless undertaking infatuated me. I then made the resolve to probe further into the caves.
Though my progress was gradual at first and I had to worm my way through many of the crevices and cracks, my battery-powered flood lamp pro
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
The Modern DecadeI peeked through the blinds at the hoards of mindless clones that marched down the abandoned highway.The Modern Decade by SarcasticCupcake5
"Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe."
The mantra drifted in a monotone from the mouth of each identical zombie. Some of those people may have used to be my friend, but it was impossible to tell them apart nowadays.
I sighed, leaning back against the wall. No one had predicted the apocalypse would result every human on the planet shifting to look exactly like everyone else.
"Be yourself and you will stay free. Be yourself and you will stay free.
Be yourself and you will stay free. Be yourself and you will stay free..." I repeated in a desperate attempt to tune out the chanting from outside. I couldn't let their words reach me.
Once you started the
Imaginary FriendI sat on the plush rug, waiting patiently for Delilah. Everyday after school she would meet me in the treehouse to talk. She had purposefully picked a place that symbolized childhood. A treehouse forgotten when its own children had grown up. I supposed she had never had the chance to have a hideaway of her own. I worried quite a bit about my dear Delilah, she had a darkness following her precise and delicate movements. She tiptoed around the word, but I still knew. There was a reason she was stuck in her rather immature ways.Imaginary Friend by SarcasticCupcake5
Right on time, exactly 3:17, I saw her charcoal hair peek around the make-shift curtain. "Brandon!" I love the way she smiled at me as if we didn't see each other every day. She knew I'd be there, but she still acted surprised every time.
"Hello Delilah, how was your day?" I smiled encouragingly. She slowly sat crosslegged next to me, her overflowing backpack placed carefully onto my lap.
"I'm okay. Today was a good day. I'd rather talk about you
More Writing Tips and GuidesHehe, look what I did again. (And no I don't mean sitting around watching Criminal Minds in my pajamas while munching on Cheese-its, I'll do that again tomorrow. ) I mean compiling a list of writing guides and etc. and putting it on the interwebs in hopes of providing help to my fellow writers.More Writing Tips and Guides by SarcasticCupcake5
In the last one (Which can be found here: Writing Tips and So Much More ) focused on improving your writing skills more specifically but not entirely. I was searching for just writing guides but found articles that slightly fell out of that category. But I said 'what the hell' and threw it all together anyways.
First thing to know about me, I have no life and an abundance of free-time. So it's only natural that'd I'd stumble upon more writing guides and other assorted goodies. Well, here they are. Placed in a conveni
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Please submit to the right folder
Nothing is to be submitted to the featured folder. I’m sorry but there are some things I can be terribly anal about.
Please be respectful to everybody. Do not be mean on comments; you can give constructive criticism without being mean.
Feel free to submit as much as you want, there’s no limit on submissions. You can submit a small poems or a sixty chapter novel.
Fanfiction is allowed, but it does not have its own folder, whatever genre your fanfiction is, is where you should submit it too.
Under the romance folders, all is allowed, yaoi, yuri, it can be as sexual as you want it, just don’t break dA’s rules, and if you feel your romance story has more of a darker side to it then it goes under the “Dark Romance” folder.
If your story has more than one genre and you don’t know which one is dominate then it would go under “Mixed Genres” for example if you have a horror sci-fi romance it would go here.
If you have any questions feel free to note me or leave a message on the groups page
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