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- don't be afraid of the dark
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Creepypasta: The Malevolent Birds*Note: Before anyone gets the wrong idea, let me just explain something:Creepypasta: The Malevolent Birds by Wolf-chanOokami
This is not supposed to be personal towards the people mentioned in this story-this story had to get rather....intense at times in order to be better developed and deeper-nor soley about wanting to kill/harm anyone just because you feel bad or have false and negative thoughts on an aspect, nor to represent any personal desire to do so. This unnerving story is meant to represent how dangerous our thoughts and emotions can be sometimes, even enough to pull at our strings, making us little more than puppets to dance to whatever tune the birds may decide to sing, due to your vulnerability to their manipulation. Will you be able to fend off the malevolent birds when they arrive at the notice of your sudden mood change and depressed thoughts...? Or will you end up...JuSt LiKe Me...?
Thoughts and emotions. Emotions and thoughts. Is it better to be with or without them? No one kn
Demon DanceLet the dark souls fightDemon Dance by virusvines
The damned clash again
With sin soaked claws
And dark swept fangs
Their wings slash the hazy midnight air
They fight on through the night
However all mere mortals should know
They will not stop until one’s heart slows
Fighting can last for centuries and eons
However the demons have been hunted and cast out to another world
By the humans who panicked
Though humans are no different than demons
Clawing at each other’s throats
Needing to be chained down to be kept from fighting
Let them off and the mad wolves clash
Like the demons
Like the damned
So why shall we forbid the demons to walk among amongst the mortal?
We fight like they do
We can be ruthless, heartless, fearless and hasty
How are we so different?
Mankind has always feared the different
They have always feared what is stronger than they can fight
Though humans fight wars and battles over territories and other matter
Are we not like the demons?
Do we not fight like rabid wo
Beaten?So you think you have beaten me?Beaten? by virusvines
Excuse my laughter but I am already beaten
My soul has been burned
My heart has stopped
No longer do the wails of despair torment me
I am no longer bothered by the disturbing events that entangle me
No longer am I snared in the web of evil
For I am nothing now
No longer do the cries of abandoned babes pierce my heart
The whimpering of the starving can carry on
The moans of the suffering can carry on
Why do I not take up arms?
Because no one else will
Everyone is fine with this
People walk on
Walk on when blood froths from the throats of the stabbed
Walk on when wail of the abandoned echo the useless nights
Walk when the weak are falling around us
Open your eyes child
See the world
For what it really is
Before you are broken see what is real
MannequinMannequin by Shimaira
"What the hell is that thing?" Susan whispered as she stood frozen in the hallway.
"It looks like a doll," her husband Peter said a bit hesitantly.
The couple had awoken in the middle of the night to the sounds of something stirring downstairs. The husband had gone down to investigate, but called for his wife to join him not much later.
They stared at the large mannequin standing on the threshold of the hallway and the living room. "It's wearing Maggie's hat," the woman said softly as she pointed at the light-blue beanie resting on the blond hairs of the male mannequin. "Did we miss something? Where did she get that over-sized doll?"
The father shrugged, "I have no clue, but I don't like it. Look what I found out." He turned to the front door and pointed outside. "There's another one standing across the street."
Susan peered outside and she felt her breath stall as her heart tightened. "Are they playing some prank? I know Linda has several mannequins to help with her sewing..." L
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