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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.
Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.
Your second daughter, Christa, has decided to finally invite her boyfriend over for dinner. You're the only person that knew of your daughter's secret boyfriend and kept her secret from her over protective father and brothers.
"I'm just glad I get to meet this mystery man of yours, Chrissy. What's his name again." You asked as you poured the pasta into the strainer.
"Reiner. Mom...could you please keep your voice down"? Christa asked nervously. You knew she was afraid of her father over hearing her. And Levi's ears had more power than thirty bloodhounds put together.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. What time is supposed to be coming over"? You whispered.
"He should be arriving in ten minutes."
"Who should be arriving in ten minutes"? A deep and v
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
TG Caption This: Turned Into A Olympic Swimmer
Mike was a fantastic swimmer, he trained every day and had won many prizes as well as competitions, but one day his younger sister gave him an odd swimsuit it covered most of his body resembling a girls one piece swimsuit but his sister assured him it would be fine. He didn't want to upset his adorable sister so put it on and went to the back of his house for a swim (such a good swimmer had to own a swimming pool). He dived in the cool water flowing against his body, for some odd reason it felt nice to swim in the tight fitting swimsuit, as he started to swim his concentration went immediately to his strokes, swimming through the first length of his pool, his body hairs fell off, that wouldn't bother him he was planning to shave his legs to be more hydrodynamic. He completed his second length his large square shoulders made for powerful stroke seem to round and get smaller nothing to noticeable but enough to be seen. Going on to his third
TG Caption This: Don't Leave The Toilet Seat Up!
Well, now I've gone and done it. You may be wondering what it is I've done, well, let me start from the beginning. I was you're average guy in a rented apartment with a female roommate. Arrangements were simple, the rooms clean, except the bedrooms which were a mess, no matter how much we cleaned. Hmm, before I continue I should tell you about myself. My name is... was... umm, Chris, just call me Chris. as I said before, I'm an average guy. Neck length dark brown hair that never looks tidy no matter what I do with it, thin build, a bit of stubble, you know the drill. Now I like to think I'm a nice enough guy. I keep the door open for anyone passing through, I serve others meals before I serve myself, I try to keep out of peoples business when they want me too, I'm always scarce when my roommate has friends round, unless they want me around, etc. But I do have a habit that my roommate hates, and it's why I'm in this situation to begin with. Let me recount the tale for you all.
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his ri
Dragon-Girl Feeding HabitsWisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air. Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring. A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities. The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy. It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once. Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itself
Morning Spells ( Hijack, Kids )" Mama! Mama!" " M-m-ma-ma-ma-ma!"
Hiccup opened one green eye, only to quickly close it, pulling his hand up casually over his mouth to hide his smile.
Jack giggled softly against the pillow, he knew what Hiccup was up to.
The twins came rushing in, and though they weren't quite able to climb up on the bed, Frost still attempted to, and December resolved to gently poke Hiccup.
With Daddy's help, Frost made her to perching on top of Jack's back, then rolling over him and squeezing space between Jack and Hiccup.
" Mama!" She squeaked.
Hiccup restrained his giggles and Jack lightly bit his own tongue to stop from laughing.
" Mama!" Frost squealed a bit louder, determined to get Hiccup's attention.
" E-a-s-s-st-ter-r." December whimpered, attempting and failing to climb up in the bed like his sister.
Then they both looked up at Jack at the exact same time.
" Okay, okay, Daddy will handle this. So you see, Mama's under a spell-"
Both of the twins gasped simulta
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
To Hoard Cakes: A Canadian RomanceOnce upon a recent time, in the mysterious kingdom of Canada, there lived a young artist named Christin. She was effervescent, eccentric, and somewhat reclusive, working tirelessly on her craft, keeping only cat and canvas as company. She worked so very hard, and often forgot to eat. The townspeople worried for her health, as she often left her lights on well into the next morning, sometimes days in a row. She didn’t always notice other people stopping by, even working during sales of her wares!
Of the townspeople, the baker’s apprentice, Brady…something or other, was the most concerned. He’d seen her on the rare occasions she wandered into town for something. She seemed as though she wasn’t there as she went about her errands. Her hair was in unkept, eldritch tangles, and she was smattered with paint, chalk, and ink here and there; her eyes seemed to be staring a hundred steps in front of her. By all accounts, she should be some strange creature,
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.
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