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He loves you...(Creepypasta)

Recuerdo mi infancia débilmente, casi no logro recordar muchas cosas, y bueno, no creo que todo el mundo la recuerde con claridad, pero algo que recuerdo, fue una experiencia un tanto aterradora, pero reconfortante a la vez. Mi nombre es Edward, y estoy aquí para contar algo que recordé recientemente.
Un día, en mi casa, revisaba alguna de mis cosas viejas, de mi universidad, de la escuela, cosas muy viejas, y entre ellas encontré un globo, un globo rojo, estaba inflado, me pregunte ¿Qué hacia allí?, ¿y por qué no exploto con las cosas que tenía aquí?, pero d

Hetalia - Meeting ItaliansMeeting Italians
A Hetalia Axis Powers Oneshot
Hetalia: Episode 23.5

By TohruIchi

"Ok everyone, the panel is over. Everyone start exiting out the door." The beautiful GLADOS cosplayer announced. All the cosplay-clad fans began filing out of the large room as the curators and VIPs began gathering their things.

"That was so awesome!!" Exclaimed the mangled Italy cosplayer. A friend of the head of the Hetalia World Meeting panel had decided to cosplay from KyoKyo866's infamous Creepypasta. Episode 23.5. A story in which Italy's allies decided to drown him and eat him because they had run out of food on the island of Seychelles. It had become

NightmareI was locked up in a building, locked up in a single room, me and two others.

A menacing lady was also there, evil in the very core.

She said that "If you do not get the six stars from your parents because your parents don't want to spoil you rotten, I will personally kill you in the most gruesome way possible."

We were all so scared, we were all so confused.

I knew this woman but I didn't.

The task had so much more depth but it didn't.

I begged to my dad, who thought nothing of it, but he gave me the six stars.

I knew what they were for but I didn't. It was confusing yet it wasn't.

The lady deceived us. She didn't care about the star

Creepypasta - Mr TickleYet another child has died due to unforeseen circumstances. It is the fifth death of a child under the age of seven in the last 3 months. The police are investigating these suspected murders and believe that they are connected – the mystery serial killer goes by the bizarre name ‘Mr Tickle’.
One of the young victim’s mothers speaks out about her horrifying experience.
“It must have been around 12:30 when I heard the faint sound of laughing. It sounded just like my son, so I just thought that he had woken up and started to play with his toys” said the distraught mother, “It was late but I assumed he’d go

Torture NightAnother boring painful day in the asylum, not much had happened since Zim had lost it, he was still his same old self. A little too much so. Instead of just being evil and a bit destructive, he had become demonic and violent. But a few new things had come about him as well. He saw things, heard voices, and had absolutely no sense of consequence. Once again the nurses were rushing to Zim's room, the third time in the past two days he was having a freak out session. This time he had managed to sneak a kitchen knife into his room and had killed the guard who tried to take it from him. "Tallest Zim demands more blood!!" Delusions of grandeur, of

Urban Legends - 'I want to be beautiful.'She coldly stared at the reflection in the mirror.
Her pale face was framed by matted, lusterless hair. Dull, gray eyes reflected the disheartenment that had been wearing her out. Her lips were dry and chapped.

I folded a thousand paper cranes.
I folded a thousand paper cranes and hoped my wish would be granted.

“I want to be beautiful.”

“Tomiko, hurry up or you’ll be late for school!”
The girl muttered a short response and gave a last hateful look to her mirrored sibling.
“Tomiko! Didn’t you hear me?” “I’m almost done, mom!” she yelled and and ran out of the bathroom.

It w

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TheScarletCrayonby ~DriveByArtist

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Short story done for my ELA class. Told through the perspective of a mental patient. Enjoy!

~Gotterdam16 Feb 11, 2013 Student Writer

woah woah woah....
this is awesome.
brilliant job

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~DriveByArtist Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Hahaha thankyou!!!

And thanks so much for the watch!!!

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~thE-aLiKat-aLLuRe Feb 9, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Wow! I really like this! Great job!

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~DriveByArtist Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Haha thanks

And I love your signature thingy: Tout ce que j'ai besoin est l'art.

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~thE-aLiKat-aLLuRe Feb 10, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

You're welcome! I almost love French as much as art.

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