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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Prologue
Kagekao looked out at the sky. It was a beautiful blue, fluffy white clouds drifted by the hot sun lazily. Birds sang their happy songs joyfully as they swooped through the air. It was midday; too soon to go out and ‘play.’
Kage was sitting on the roof of a house, just thinking to himself. His hood was down and his black and white striped scarf was flowing in the wind. He felt odd, like something was there, but then again it wasn’t. The feeling made him feel depressed and sad. He felt like he was forgetting something important, and he desperately wanted to remember it.
Someone else climbed onto the roof and approached h
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 1
Around 21 years ago in Japan there was a city. This city seemed normal, like the others, but it had something different about it; it was plagued by two resident demons and two wandering shinigami (Death god).
Unfortunately for the citizens of this city, the shinigami and demons did what one would expect them to do; murder people. Although once in a while someone managed to wound one of them, the creatures always got away with their malicious deeds. And like many creatures of this sort, most people thought of them as just a myth to frighten children.
“Don’t stay up past dark or the demons will get you!” People would tell
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 2
About ten years pass by. Kurai, Yuki, and Kage were all doing well for themselves. Kurai and Yuki taught Kage many things over the years; skills and abilities that would aid him in his life. Kage was eager to learn, although sometimes forgetful of key attributes; such as when you climb a tree, you need to keep your claws unsheathed or else you fall, which he did; many times.
Over time he mastered his claws and climbing abilities, and had mastered his parkour skills as well. He wasn’t allowed to go out and ‘hunt’ like his father did in the city; so he spent a lot of his time chasing after animals and or birds. He never kil
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 3
Kurai was still in pursuit of the man walking alone. The man turned a corner and Kurai followed; out of sight. He saw that the man was headed towards an apartment building, probably where he lived.
Moving more quickly now, Kurai went ahead of the man and towards the apartment building. The harsh white light of the light bulbs near the entrance of the building left dark shadows behind objects and around corners; Kurai crawled behind one of the corners and waited.
The man walked closer to the entrance; unaware of the creature lurking in the darkness of the night. He reached for the handle of the door like everything was normal; when sudden
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6
Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.
Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.
After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.
“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.
Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.
“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 5
Kagekao approached the city. He looked around to make sure there were no humans nearby, and entered it. It felt odd, disobeying his parents like this. He’d never really done it before, but right now he felt like he had to.
He climbed up to the top of a building and looked around for the shinigami. Seeing no one, he continued the search deeper into the city. He saw a few humans, but avoided them. Climbing along the rooftops, he continued his search.
* * *
After a while of searching; he saw someone walking along the sidewalk. They had three large pairs of wings on their back, and a mask and faceplate on. Kage climbed closer silentl
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4
“お父さん. . .” (Dad . . .)
Kagekao knelt by his father, crying. The day had been so happy and fun; and now this. The night was silent, no cars, no people, nothing.
Kage felt something new start to burn inside him; what was that? . . . hate?
Scollex’s body had burned up into sparks and ashes, which drifted away on the wind and disappeared out of sight. Yuki picked up the silver daggers which remained, and then ran over to Kage and Kurai.
“クライ!” (Kurai!) She bent down and started to try and find any sign that he was still alive.
Bleeding Cross - CreepyPasta
The sky was getting dark, the city was now lighted by the lights coming from houses and buildings. The night was quiet, and the roads were empty: only a few people were there for a nice and peaceful walk. James Nothely, a young man of 26 years, was walking on the big bridge that was passing by the centre of the city. Under there could be seen the beautiful blue lake. That was a very peaceful night, but in those days in the city weren't happening the best of the things.
James bought a newspaper in one of the shops of the bridge. They were always open, and each evening James was there for see the news. But those were always the same: "Found a
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
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I found out there was such thing as a Mother's Day.
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.....I however have no mother.Or at least never met her.
So BEN helped me hack into hospital records and such,and I found out I have two siblings.And everything else behind my family.
I almost cried in front of BEN and Jeff.I mean...I've caused hell for them...Clockwork says that families do nothing but hold you back and a few other things I can't recall.DragonHeart says moms are worthless.
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SLAKE It shouldn't be, but already the legs are working. My hips pop into place like nature bore them and even the as the swollen wood sticks and creaks, it carries me. I can spider-leg my way across the ceiling. Horrific and batlike, wooden talons hooked over the carvings, three points of contact, the flesh arm clutching the bag to my belly. Some monstrous creature skulking just outside the filmy spheres of candelight.
The woman who was sweeping the stairs of the church opened the wide doors to go back inside…
… not noticing the spindle-legged beast that slipped in the top of the frame.
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The Holder of ImmunityThe Holder of Immunity
Creepypasta (c) Brandon Aquino 2013
The Holder Series (c) Original Author/s
In any country/state, go to any mental hospital and ask the person at the desk if they know of anyone who calls themself "The Holder of Immunity." If the deskman (or woman) gives you a friendly smile and says, "Welcome. Please follow me," follow them wherever they lead you. If they don't, leave the place and go as far away as you can.
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Aligeri - Chapter 31 Part IIChapter Thirty-One: Family (Part I)
While the men helped the twins get reoriented, the sprites were outside, playing in the snow. Mustela had challenged Mephistis to a rematch of their last snowball fight, which had been sadly interrupted by the discovery of the guard killed by Rainer. They invited Kit, Luke, and Ailuros to join them, of course. Luke, however, not really knowing how to make a decent snowball, and not being good at all at throwing them, decided to just make a snowman in the sidelines. Well, rather, a snowsprite, as it was too small to really be considered a man. As for Ailuros... well, she had politely (and firmly) declined j
Aligeri - Chapter 31 Part IChapter Thirty-One: Family (Part I)
Guy's eyes went wide, and the key in his hand fell to the floor with a soft thud. For a moment he just stared, dumbfounded.
"But..." he choked, reaching forward and scooping her up tightly in his arms as if he thought she might fade away. "You died! I was holding you when it happened, Ruby!"
The prince was shaking as he said this, and after a few seconds was sobbing into her red hair, overwhelmed with happiness that he was really holding her again.
"I know, and I did," the princess said, crying with happiness as well. "Feles resurrected me and took me back to her palace. She said things were too dangero
Aligeri - Chapter 30 Part IIChapter Thirty: Yule (Part II)
The couple, enjoying their time alone together, were caught up in one another for the next few days. Meanwhile, however, things were extremely uneventful for Ailuros and Zephyr. The sprite seemed to stay in her cat form more often than usual during the snowstorm, probably to better keep herself warm in the cold weather. Now, the storm was clearing up quite a bit, however it continued to snow lightly outside. It was just a few more days until the ball, and Ailuros was in her normal form, her head in her hands, bored.
"I hate the weather..." she grumbled, as pessimistic as ever.
Zephyr was sitting in corner of
Aligeri - Chapter 30 Part IChapter Thirty: Yule (Part I)
A full-scale search of the palace was issued as soon as possible, but after scouring every inch of the castle and grounds, they found no one who wasn't supposed to be there. It was both unnerving and relieving at the same time. During the entire search, Zephyr stayed in his room, trying to calm himself by playing his flute, but it didn't seem to be helping. Eventually, he simply gave up trying.
"They aren't going to find him," he said to Ailuros, who was still there (just in case). "He's too clever."
Ailuros, who was reclined on one of his chairs, threw him a glance.
"But how?" she asked, shaking her head. "I
Murdering Mary SueMurdering Mary Sue
Every aspiring writer has met her at least once, whether in his own works or in those of others. The alluring temptation of a perfect character taunts the author from one side while his muse urges him to keep writing from the other. Who wouldn't love her? She's the most beautiful, talented, fantastic woman in the universe, with not a flaw in sight. Every woman wants to be her; every man wants to marry her, so why would anyone want to kill her? Who would want to murder Mary Sue?
I would. I and many greater authors have been working hard to keep this succubus in her proper place: the trash can. Mary Sue is one of the wors
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