Run, Run,
Down the river of blood,
Can you hear the screams?
Run, Run,
Your head fills with fear,
My voice is so sheer,
Run, Run,
Away from the sounds,
Until you fall to the ground,
Ding Ding, Ding Dong,
Beautiful mourning bells,
I can hear your cries and yells.
The Raven Haired Man named R by ShadowTheCreepyPasta, literature
Literature
The Raven Haired Man named R
You thought you were alone.
You hear a yelp
You look up the stairs to see a man.
Man with the eyes of glaciers
And hair of night.
Skin of snow,
And teeth of sharp bone.
You cannot move,
You cannot blink.
You begin to weep,
Finally you snap from the trance,
Falling to the floor
A shadow looms over you
And you see the toe of a black leather shoe.
A clump of distorted words you hear,
Now you're filled with fear.
A drop of blood hits your head.
You look up and fill with dread.
There was your mother.
Nailed to the ceiling.
Dead.
There once was a lunatic, who fell in love.
The only boy he loved.
He never loved before,
He was filled to the brim,
Mistook love for grim,
And shot himself in the head.
Beware of the one that carries a knife,
The knife that swirls and locks,
Beware of the boy with the butterfly knives,
The boy wearing a sweater with stripes,
Beware of the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes,
Beware of the boy who wears a hook and a patch.
Beware of the boy that kills,
The boy that leaves his victims in crates,
Bound and sliced,
Beware of the boy named Kitsune,
Beware of the boy that hunts at night.
The Puppet Man by ShadowTheCreepyPasta, literature
Literature
The Puppet Man
Never trust the living, but never trust the dead.
The dead controls, while the Living are their puppets.
The Leader will love to have more marionettes to his collection.
Look behind you.
There is this guy with a white shirt, jeans, combat boots, and a brown trench, who keeps following me. He leaves me death notes signed with the name Asylum.
He has been doing it for a month now. I couldn't take it any longer. I got a gun and shot myself in the head.
If I'm dead, then who is typing this.
Asylum
Asylum loves to control your human bodies.
Asylum
Asylum
Asylum
A͕̟̜̺͔̦͕s̤͘͞͠
Run, Run,
Down the river of blood,
Can you hear the screams?
Run, Run,
Your head fills with fear,
My voice is so sheer,
Run, Run,
Away from the sounds,
Until you fall to the ground,
Ding Ding, Ding Dong,
Beautiful mourning bells,
I can hear your cries and yells.
The Raven Haired Man named R by ShadowTheCreepyPasta, literature
Literature
The Raven Haired Man named R
You thought you were alone.
You hear a yelp
You look up the stairs to see a man.
Man with the eyes of glaciers
And hair of night.
Skin of snow,
And teeth of sharp bone.
You cannot move,
You cannot blink.
You begin to weep,
Finally you snap from the trance,
Falling to the floor
A shadow looms over you
And you see the toe of a black leather shoe.
A clump of distorted words you hear,
Now you're filled with fear.
A drop of blood hits your head.
You look up and fill with dread.
There was your mother.
Nailed to the ceiling.
Dead.
There once was a lunatic, who fell in love.
The only boy he loved.
He never loved before,
He was filled to the brim,
Mistook love for grim,
And shot himself in the head.
Beware of the one that carries a knife,
The knife that swirls and locks,
Beware of the boy with the butterfly knives,
The boy wearing a sweater with stripes,
Beware of the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes,
Beware of the boy who wears a hook and a patch.
Beware of the boy that kills,
The boy that leaves his victims in crates,
Bound and sliced,
Beware of the boy named Kitsune,
Beware of the boy that hunts at night.
The Puppet Man by ShadowTheCreepyPasta, literature
Literature
The Puppet Man
Never trust the living, but never trust the dead.
The dead controls, while the Living are their puppets.
The Leader will love to have more marionettes to his collection.
Look behind you.
There is this guy with a white shirt, jeans, combat boots, and a brown trench, who keeps following me. He leaves me death notes signed with the name Asylum.
He has been doing it for a month now. I couldn't take it any longer. I got a gun and shot myself in the head.
If I'm dead, then who is typing this.
Asylum
Asylum loves to control your human bodies.
Asylum
Asylum
Asylum
A͕̟̜̺͔̦͕s̤͘͞͠
Loki X child!reader: Daddy Loki by HaelHallo, literature
Literature
Loki X child!reader: Daddy Loki
It had been many a year since your father had been defeated at the hand of the avengers...But not just before he claimed the heart of mortal, she took his heart as well...Threw the darkness, they found light and love...With the fruit of this love, bloomed small flower...A child, both mortal flesh, and divine blood...
The defeated god, had his time consumed, by trying to fend of his enimes, but alas, all effort was in vein, his rein ended...He was covered in chains and taken away, and not even the screams and begging from your mother, could change his fiat...
Locked away, far away, worlds away...For many years he was gone...But there was not
Bucky x Child!Fem!Reader | rainbow colours by SabakuNoEyebrows, literature
Literature
Bucky x Child!Fem!Reader | rainbow colours
"What's wrong, mister?"
Bucky's cool blue eyes darted around the park, searching for the voice.
He was sitting on the bench with chipping green paint next to the swings. It was a bench he frequented when he needed a place to relax. He found it calming, watching the children play without a care in the world. They were like little drops of hope that soothed his ocean of despair. He was plagued with memories of who he might be and what he had done. But watching the next generation laugh and giggle somehow distracted him from that.
It was a sunny midday but the rays had no warming effect on his skin, making him huddle up in his baggy hoodie an
My Baby Girl | Winter Soldier x Child!Reader | by TonyStarks-Girl, literature
Literature
My Baby Girl | Winter Soldier x Child!Reader |
Winter sat in the chair, staring ahead into nothing as the mechanic worked on his mechanical arm, upgrading it with the best and newest technology the world had to offer. It was during these rare moments he didn't have to be in cryofreeze that he truly enjoyed best, but he made sure not to let it be known among his commanders.
He wasn't supposed to feel, wasn't allowed to have emotions. And for some reason, he was okay with that. Maybe because he still did anyway, and that he gained pleasure from rebelling and getting away with it. He wasn't sure, but if he had to bet, that's what he'd go with.
Before and after updating the arm, Winter coul
Prince!RomanoxReader It's a Man's Game part four by Chai-turtle, literature
Literature
Prince!RomanoxReader It's a Man's Game part four
Prince!RomanoxReader
It’s a Man’s Game
Part 4
No one bothered to wake up (y/n) so she was the last one to breakfast. She decided that she would stay to meet everyone.
"yo dude! I don't remember seeing you here. Who are you?" said a tall blonde man with cowlick that seemed to defy gravity.
"Alfred! Don't be so rude! Nice to make your acquaintance. You're (b/n) right? Please ignore my idiot brother." said another blonde with caterpillars for eyebrows.
"You're all idiots, da? That's why I should be king. Then everyone would become one with me and my country." said an ominous man with deep purple eyes. He seemed to exude an evil
Texts [Sherlock!England x John!Male!Reader] by xTsu-chan, literature
Literature
Texts [Sherlock!England x John!Male!Reader]
Bring me my laptop.
-AK
Get it your bloody self!
-NL
Can’t. Working on experiment.
-AK
You’re lying on the couch!
-NL
The experiment is the couch.
-AK
NO.
-NL
-thirty minutes pass-
I need my laptop.
-AK
For what?
-NL
Case.
-AK
-five minutes pass-
…Fine. Where is it?
-NL
On my lap.
-AK
Hatchet |The Story| by ShadowTheCreepyPasta, literature
Literature
Hatchet |The Story|
A 17 year old girl, stood at her bus stop waiting for the bus, when a boy , about 18, walked over. "Hey, Connie. You free this weekend?" 'Connie' nodded. "Good, because I'm planning us a trip to go camping." Connie laughed,"Hi, Matt." adjusting the metal mask that she had gotten 2 years ago. The girl was tall, had blonde spiky hair and hazel eyes. Since Connie was born a mute, the mask she wore helped her speak.
Matt smiled, looking up as the bus drew to a stop in front of them. They both got on and sat next to each other.
The next day, Friday, after being beaten by her father, like always, she got on the bus and headed for sch
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