SILLY BUNNY ORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
SILLY BUNNY ORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA
Justin-97 Subject: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was randomly perusing through these forums, and stumbled upon this one, talking about childhood nights? It triggered an old memory of mine and thought I would share it I don’t usually comment or post stuff like this, but I felt like I needed to because it scared me so damn much as a kid. I know this sounds cliche as shit, but I would get into bed, close my eyes, and when they opened again, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. I was in this weird school…I think it was a Japanese or Korean school, didn’t seem like any school in America to my knowledge. It was the freakiest shit though, the school looked like it was all sketches and scribbles, no color at all, just black and white everywhere. It was like I stepped into a sketchbook that belonged to a kid in need of crack or something. I remember all the lines were not even, just crazy, overlapping pencil or ink lines everywhere making up everything from the
A Real Life Story on the Streets of L.A. by The-Anariarch, literature
Literature
A Real Life Story on the Streets of L.A.
A Real Life Story on the Streets of L.A.; during a local Election cycle. Like many honest Americans I couldn’t be bothered with whatever the prols were turning themselves into fanatics for this cycle. But also like an honest American, I did take the time to skim through the happenings of the cycle. As it would happen, the night of the local election, I myself, would not be voting. My Mother however, has always been a staunch user of this glorious American Right. She wanted to vote, and asked that I drive her to the local polling place. I complied. I located our polling location on google, noted the cross-streets and hopped on our Ford and proceeded thus. As I was circling the location looking for parking, I will say, to no shame and great residual anger that I lost my collective shit at what I saw. Not even a full block up the street from the Entrance to the Polling location, there were the representatives of the two candidates running for control of our district…campaigning. I
In a moment in Time. In a section of an ongoing Verse. Something happened. As the local tales say, it was full of sound and fury; the tales say it signified nothing. But it is now believed, that that story-teller, did not truly know the meaning of “Nothing”. If a glance is to be made toward the creatures and critters roaming these lands, it would seem to appear as a natural burst of Life. They move about, discovering, manipulating their environment, making their lives better piece by piece. Some glances would say that they are reckless, though technically living in their moments, and adopting the wisdom of the Present, they present themselves as actively incinerating the ground that keeps them aloft; that provides them and their descendants the very opportunity that allows for the experiences of ‘Moments’. Other glances would say that they are a wonderous marvel. Even as they inch closer and closer to a possible annihilation, they press forward in their own unique nature. Though
The Gear Against the Steed by The-Anariarch, literature
Literature
The Gear Against the Steed
I saw them. Of this there is no denial. A Vision. A Fantasy. An Illusion. These words matter not. They were seen. One, an Eternal Citadel, shaped from equal parts Steel, Bark, Stone, Fire, and Word. The second, an Impossible Nightmare, clad in unnatural garb shielding it from both Fletchet and Verse, atop a steed not of any world known. The ticking of the years, and onto a stance where such metrics weigh to the point non-existence, formed, contributed, and added to presence these monstrosities. It was only a matter of time. As saplings taste their first breath of Air, and are at once trembled by the experience and the concurrent sensation of sunlight, and a most divine third course that only naturally follows. “There is so much more.” Fueled not only by the Earth beneath them, but by the lasting Light above them, and a newfound Flame within their core; a desire for more. Those first saplings are now long beyond. Yet they demanded more even in death, and passed this demand to
“I make gold into yarn and rubies into dust. What I touch turns to rust.” Old Miltenn chimed as he brought down a cardboard box from the attic. “Now what did you want this yarn for?”
“Two grubby salesmen came through my front gate last night and neither were particularly good at riddles.” The Gatekeeper Abbeline answered.
“So added protection then. Yes, some old yellow yarn would do quite nicely.” Said Old Miltenn. “35?”
“For old yellow yarn?” Gatekeeper Abbeline snorted, snatching it out of his hands with long, bony fingers.
“For protection.”
Jitsuko stepped out of the taxi with nothing but the clothes on her back and a poster in her hand. The paper featured a cartoon of an eight-legged chef bearing plates of food. Thick, playful font advertized Iktomi’s Eatery: A Gourmet Multicultural Experience. Overlaying the ad, in neat cursive writing, was a message that could only be glimpsed by someone who knew what to look for. The letters shimmered in the moonless night air.
She shivered. Though her hair graced the length of her back her shorts ended above the knees and her sleeves were nonexistent. She hugged her arms against her chest and walked up the driveway to a small, modest
A Constant: Something that is invariable or unchanging, such as a fixed number or a logical term.
It had been one of those days when everything went wrong. After getting up I bumped my head, causing a giant bruise and an ongoing headache. Then I missed my train, couldn't find a taxi and arrived half an hour late for work.
It wouldn't have been a big deal if it hadn't been the exact day of a meeting with a valuable customer. He ended up leaving as I arrived. My manager informed me that this would have serious consequences. That promotion I'd been working for, he said, I could forget about it.
When I finally arrived at home, after hours of o
Emily always aimed to be at the top. She just had to be number one. There was only one problem: Her sister Heather.
Heather had it all. She was pretty, smart, athletic and by far the most popular girl in school. To top it all off, she did it without even trying.
Emily herself was pretty and smart too, but Heather was on a whole different level. She always outshined her younger sister.
I got to know the two of them when I was in second grade. They moved into the house next door with their dad. It was only natural for us to become friends. Especially Emily and I became pretty close, considering that we were in the same grade.
It’s har
Game starts; go on, explore this mansion. But beware of monsters -- no, you can't fight them, you are too weak for that and they are just poor monsters after all. Find your round-way now, no matter if you intend to go further or go back. Hm? What do you mean there seem to be more and more of them?
Doesn't matter -- I guess it means you guys got to stay in this mansion, huh... Don't worry. First you are guests, but soon you will be part of us too...