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Going a little Creepy Pasta: 1"Ok, so you really like Jeff?" Trenderman asked, looking at the girl sat in front of him.
"Yes..." She blushed, looking away.
"Right! You are in good hands! Just wait a minute and I will get you something to wear!" The slender darted off into his many racks of clothes, pulling out certain articles here and there.
"Wait, what?!" The girl demanded, looking round for her companion.
"Isn't it obvious?" Trendy said, popping up behind her and making her jump. "I'm organising a date for you and Jeffrey! We'll have to make sure he is feeling civil... You do realise he is a killer?"
"Oh, good. Now here." She blinked as Trendy piled a bundle of clothes into her hands, topping it off with black high heels. "I'll do your hair in a moment."
With a white tentacle, Trendy pushed her into a changing cubicle and shut the coffee-coloured curtain.
"I didn't ask your name, sweetie, so, what is it?" He asked, texting on his Iphone.
"Erm... My name's Kenn..."
"Alright then, Kenn. Are you done
Mistakes: Alternate EndingI thrummed my fingers on the desk repeatedly, worry in the pit of my stomach.
Not that I was complaining, but I was sure my period was due.
I hadn't changed my diet or anything, and I was used to being under high stress...
Fear grabbed me by the throat, and I threw on a jacket.
"Little Spade~?" Ace called. "Where are you going~?"
"Don't call me that!" I growled. "I'm going to the store. You need anything?"
The door slammed behind me, and Ace shrugged, going back to his paperwork.
I walked down the street, keeping my head down until I got to a pharmacy.
Making sure nobody could see me, I took a box from the shelf and took it to the counter.
After paying for it, I went to a store and got a bottle of Lilt to cover.
The door slammed again, and I went immediatly to a bathroom.
I hoped to god the test wasn't positive.
After a few moments of waiting, I looked at the results.
I swore, throwing the test to the floor.
What was I going to do now?!
Constellation of ScarsWhen he invited me to see the scars
He'd gained from the many lovers he'd lost
I have too many of my own
They spider across my olive skin like cobwebs
Slivers of silver
Shining like stars
And burning like the fire they're made of
I have my own constellations of pain
I don't need his
The sad universe I hide would get to large
He's been jaded by his scars
I've been taught a lesson through mine
ReawakeningThe tears of the spring rains
Wash the winter snow away
Opening flowers up to the new dawn
And coaxing animals from their slumber
The sun burns anew
With a soft golden light
Reflecting off the water's edge
Coaxing insects to take flight
The reawakening of nature
Chase away the sleep from your eyes
The spring heralds the new life of the world
And brings hope from the death of the cold
OC Meeting!"Dude! I think the OC conference can convene! Solving all of the story's problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems we can fix anything with-"
"RJ! Stop quoting America and get on with it!" Peri says, leaning back in her chair with an annoyed expression, her eye turning a little red.
"Ok! Sheesh." I walk up to the huge easel on one side of me. "Ok, so, problems this week are...?"
Morticia steps forward on the table. "Most of us feel sorely neglected. You have only been using that gambling alcoholic for stories for a while now! I think it's about time you switched back to some of us."
"Ok." I write this down on the board, then turn back to the group. "Anything else?"
"I'm insulted! You just passed off that insult like it was nothing!" Ace protests, standing up.
"Sit down. It was perfectly valid. You have to remember where she lives, Ace."
Ace sits back down again, grumbling.
"Ooo! I want to know when you will finish the KH fanfiction."
"Ok, Teri. Now, I have a question
Guitar"Daaaaaaaaaaddy!" Joker, King and Queen all whined, sitting up in their beds.
"What is it?" Ace sighed, poking his head into the room.
"We can't sleep!" They all said in unison.
"Have you tried?"
"You've only been in here for half an hour!"
"Sing us to sleep! Sing us to sleep!" They chanted, jumping up and down.
"Fine, fine! Just a second..." Ace said, going out of the room.
He grabbed his guitar and came back, getting comfy on a stool.
"What do you want to hear?" He asked.
"We don't know!" The triplets giggled.
Ace rolled his eyes and plucked at the strings, thinking hard.
Then, when a song came to him, he strummed a few chords and started singing.
"Let me hold you,
For the last time,
It's the last chance to feel again.
But you broke me,
Now I can't feel anything.
When I love you,
It's so untrue,
I can't even convince myself.
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else."
His voice was lower than the rest of the song allowed, but he still managed to flow through it,
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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