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Pokemon Creepypasta It had been nearly a month since I had played Pokemon White, or even go anywhere near my Nintendo DS. The game had been sitting in the DS, unharmed, and ready to be played. It was dark outside, my parents had gone to sleep, my brother was watching TV in his bedroom down the hallway from mine, and my dad had made me get off my computer. I wasn't at all tired. I looked at the clock next to me. It read 11:43. I shrugged, then turned on my DS. As the light shined in my eyes, I went to the menu. "Insert game" was written on it. I turned the DS around. Yup, Pokemon White was inserted. In the game slot. Ready. I turned it back around to see that the screen now said "Pokemon White". It must have been my imagination I hit start, and the game started. Once it opened the title screen, I was shocked to see that instead of Zekrom appearing, there was a man in a black robe. It must be an update? I was confused. His pixels grew larger, and I noticed how good the qu
This be my story chapter one1
"Lilith Carson," screeched my second period teacher, Mrs. Wilson, as she read the list of peoples' names. I looked up, and she signaled me to go to the front of the classroom. It was show-your-pet-day, which, in fact, is weird for a tenth grade language arts class. I could feel Morris, my pet chinchilla that was sitting in my lap, jump from me talking, and then I felt something wet. Great. Morris did it again. I attempted to wipe away the liquid that was on my lap, but it barely came off. Sighing, I stood up, holding Morris with both of my hands, and walked to the front of the room.
I could hear Savannah Melendez giggling from the back row. Her high-pitched voice made it feel like my ear drums were imploding, I don't understand why her parents hadn't 'gotten rid' of her (that is in fact what she says about me). Morris tried to hide in my school sweatshirt's pocket at the sight of all of my classmates. The only time he had ever be
Am I... A clone? As I looked around me, I could see a liquid. was in a tank, and there were tubes going around me. I looked around, and saw another Riolu in a chamber like mine. My paws were different, however. They had markings, and my tail was different from the other Riolu also. I was scared. I saw men and women walking around me, and pointing at me. I felt like crying, but I couldn't
They turned around and started talking to each other. Once they finished their conversation, they pulled a lever, and a liquid started flowing into my arms. It felt as if someone had stabbed me with a knife, and then I was immobilized. When I woke up, I was in the middle of a fire. The lab was destroyed, and the other Riolu was on the ground, wearing a pink glow stick for a necklace. His Aura spoke to me. For all it said was, "Take my necklace. It shall guide you." and then my journey as a Riolu began.
“I’m done with you! This was your last chance and what did you do?! You screwed up again!” You yelled into your phone at your now ex-boyfriend. He once again cheated on you for the third time along with gambling, smoking, and buying useless things. He was using up all your hard earned money and you let him thinking that he had really changed this time. It always seemed like he had for a couple weeks but then things would change as soon as you started to save up your money and it seemed like you would have extra to spare which he would take form you instead of using the money he had. You really loved him but it was time to move on and not let him back into your life. You felt hot tears whelm in your eyes as you looked up at the sky. Finally, you decided it was good to walk for a bit to clear your mind.
As you walked, you soon came to Venice, not realizing how far you had walked form your home. You live in Italy for years and spoke the language well but you preferred to
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Tonight the Sky FallsFallenstar padded out of his den, a look of concern and fatigue crossed his face. Nutmeg hadn't stopped laughing for about five minutes, her shrill cackle was starting to hurt his ears. He wondered for a moment if they were bleeding, or would be soon...though he could have sworn they had already started to.
He narrowed his eyes as he heard rustling coming from the entrance to his camp. His hackles began to raise and his fur stand on end as the rustling became louder, and Fallenstar kept his eyes on the leafy barrier to see who it was that would enter.
Much to his relief, the sound faded away as Swiftleap and Sorrelfox trotted into view, Swiftleap with a piece of prey dangling from his jaws. The young black-and-white tom mumbled something to his senior companion that Fallenstar couldn't hear, but brushed away as unimportant as Sorrelfox padded over.
"Fallenstar," the somali panted, his pelt covered in leaves and a piece of spiderweb. They had just returned from their patrol of th
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
CursedWhen I was five I told my teacher that my mother magically appeared whenever I was doing something wrong.
Miss Jones laughed. “All mothers do that, Jill.”
So it wasn’t until I was about thirteen that I realised that my mother was unusual in this respect. Picking my nose, yelling at a friend, trying to copy someone else’s homework—no matter how far apart we were, if I did something bad my mother would abruptly appear at my side glaring at me.
And she still does.
Mum doesn’t talk that much about my curse. I only know that it came from my father. Well, he was Mum’s husband—he wasn’t actually my father. Hence the curse, I suppose. I’ve never met him but he’s some kind of natural magician. Very rare.
The situation felt bearable as a child. I didn’t know any different and I was reassured by it, to be honest. But as a teenager going through a rebellious phase… Smoking, bit of graffiti, kissing boys. And more. My mot
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
Being Put Into PlaceAUTHOR'S ADVISORY: The following story contains soft vore and is not suitable for all tastes and preferences. Viewer discretion is advised prior to reading.
The late morning sun fell across my face, forcing me to get out of bed to begin the day. Life had become relatively slow over the past two weeks since having received my eighth badge and thus finishing my first gym circuit, though I would have been a fool to think the stresses of life had gone with the speed, for a new problem had arisen. One that would ultimately reshape who I was, and how I interacted with my friends. By the way, my name is Ted.
I pushed myself out of bed and proceeded to get myself dressed. With any luck, I'd be able to get out of the house before Mara, my Milotic and the one that I was having so many of my problems with found me. Soon, I was dressed and I stepped out into the hall. It was silent enough that I could'
Intro: Rainbow's Story I looked into the grass infront of me as I stood up. I saw my hands, noticing they were paws. I felt a tail, and saw it. I noticed I had all my memory. My name is Rainbow. I'm an eighteen year old girl, and I have no memory of the last 24 hours.
I started walking on the path ahead of me. I hear a growl from the bushes, and suddenly look at them.
Everything went black.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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