Grotesque Girl, Rotten RomanceWhy do things begin with I or You ? Why not Us ?Did you forget me ? I live next door, it wouldn't hurt to say hi once in a while. I've herad your voice, it sounds amazing. I bet you sing. Not to her, of course not. She's just a friend right ? She's very pretty. I like walks on the beach too. Oh wait you didn't say that ? Oh, sorry, I must have heard from someone else. Well see you tomorrow.I heard you two, you can get quite noisy sometimes you know. What ? I wasn't doing anything ! That smoke was probably from my casserole, sorry ! No it wasn't paper ! There's nothing on the wall ! Why are you asking all these questions ? I must admit, I like a man who shows interest in women's lives. Yeah, that banging on the wall was just me hanging up some picture frames. Sorry again. Aw thanks, you're so forgiving. Hope you two had fun. Okay bye.What's wrong ? Oh My God ?! When did this happen ? With her arms and legs cut off ? that's very strange. Oh I'm sorry fo- Are those for me ? Oh, they're
My Ideas: Slenderman TheorySlenderman is easily the most notable Creepypasta. Known throughout for $20 jokes, pedoing and generally being a really creepy mother. But what is he ? Some say he's a ghost, haunting the earth to make up for his ordeals. Some say he could be a demon, pain of others giving him such pleasure. I have a rather different idea. I think he's an alien terraforming device.Now, consider it for a second. Terraforming devices are meant to transform a planet into suitable conditions for exploration. Our planet may be habitable but it's certainly in need of a good boost. Terraforming devices help increase the growth of plantlife. Well first off, Slendy looks like a tree so he can blend in where he is most seen and needed: forests. Two, a common sign of Slendy is mist. Mist is water vapour. When mist condenses, it forms water which feeds the trees around it. So Slendy can make stuff grow just be being near it.So what's the point of stealing people ? Perhaps he is trying to reduce the carbon dioxid
My Ideas: Horrific Screaming Bug DisorderHorrific Screaming Bug Disorder or HSBD (suggestions for a better name would be appreciated) is a mental condition which causes the user to believe he is speaking his/her thoughts aloud while in reality, is not saying a thing. This creates the illusion that this life is just a hallucination when in real life, the sufferer is screaming his/her thoughts out as loudly as he/she can. This can cause scattered thinking, paranoia, self supression of brain activity (as if stopping others from hearing his/her thoughts), mood swings, poor or random emotional responses to certain situations (e.g where the sufferer is asked to give his/her opinion. This could anger the sufferer as he/she would think they already knew and were mocking him) and unexplained hatred or anger towards people near the sufferer.As you might have figured out, this condition is quite similar and possibly related to schizophrenia as the sufferer is deluding himself/herself from reality. This condition can be influenced by th
Madness of The CreatorToiling, toiling away at his work,Knowing his vengeance shall strike.The black night is struck by lightning,Anything to stop the madness inside,Anything.Test tubes bubble and sparks fly as the madman adds the last details,A decaying grasp here,A flank to safety there.All the tragedy and pain shall unite,And form a deadly threat.Each part is attached and fastenedAs the doctor sneers at the forthcomings of his creation.Vengeance is created not born,These arcane arts shall fuel this test of science.The madman clips the wires to his creation's form,And begins to pull on the rope to raise it to the heaven's judgement.The metal conductor draws the smiting,As if in retaliation, the weather starts to build into a cacophony of power.He can see it,His hand hovering over the switch in sheer eagerness.Then it happens.A bright flash of light yet no smoking gun.This is the power that he had waited for,The switch is pulled and the electricity zooms into the corpse on the table.
JoyJoyWhat is this thing we call joy ?Oppression, depression that's not joyThat's painFinding that your brother has died , that's definitely not joy.Yet once we have the time to ask ourselves,What exactly is joy.It's different for every one of us, every man, every woman, every senior citizenAnd every girl and boy each have their own definition of joy.Some believe we live in a joyless world,With no money or nice things, most people would agree.But that's not joy, joy isn't material goodsNo, joy is the feeling that you get when something good has happened to you,Its not having a new flat screen telly, that's for sure.Joy is when you feel a the top of the world or when you hear that you won the lotteryJoy is a feeling, not a car or a new games console.Joy is the feeling that separates us from the darkness and pain in life.You could have a terrible day at work, loads of debt on your shoulders,But I bet if you heard that they cured a young girl of cancer, I bet that would mak
ChaosChaosCars crash and people die,Fire lights up the sky.Endless pain and dark desireMakes a person go insaneMesses up their personality and their brain.Id,Ego and Super EgoWords with no meaning, start or endBecoming one with chaos is harderThen finding your endless flameOr fighting Pestilence, War, Famine and Death.Yet people can do it, we call them monstersOnce we consider it we're the monstersWe shun the truth and what's rightOur only purpose is to fight.Weapons, anger and envy causes chaosA force which we cannot stopSoon it will devour us.The very cure to this illness is what starts the outbreakDarkness will devour our soulsYet still leaves us feeling whole.Indentations against our memories,Pounding effortlessly on our souls to give in.In a world of conformity and moralsitic oprression,our only escape is Chaos.