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Jacky's LetterTo the parents and family of Madeline,
My name is Jacky Stiles, and as you have probably guessed, I've killed Maddy. The reason I'm writing this, however, is because I want you to know the truth of what happened that day.
As you know, Maddy was a very happy, carefree girl. In the hours I spent with her, I learned that very quickly. She was friendly, funny, and overall just a great girl. She was just a little scared of me, but otherwise, she spoke to me as if we were just having a normal conversation.
Even after I hurt her the first couple of times, it didn't seem to bother her. I'll admit it frustrated and angered me, and I also found it a little intimidating. She smiled and was so carefree and honest. She never once cried from fear.
But I'm not writing this to tell you what I did to her, I'm writing this because she'd want you to know. She died happy. When I asked her why she was so carefree and unafraid, she said it was because nothing could be done. She knew she couldn't get away, a
My Tall and Skinny Friend
I have a friend. He's pretty impressive, I show him off all the time. People must be super jealous though, cause they either run away screaming or faint.
My friend is much taller than me and very skinny. I tell him I envy him because I have to be careful to keep my weight where I want it. He's always dressed so nicely too! In a black suit and tie, he always looks like he's going to a business meeting.
It's very hard to tell how my friend is feeling because... well, this may sound weird but... he has no facial features. His skin is snow white and just has a... completely blank face. He has no mouth either, so he can't talk. He usually just writes me messy little notes.
He's a weird dude, obviously. But he's super fun. He can duplicate his arms as much as he wants, and they can also stretch far distances. He can also change his height, but he never goes below eight feet. I don't think he's able to.
He keeps to himself when it comes to personal stuff. I tried to ask him wher
The Hindsight of BENOne day I was walking on the sidewalk passed a park. The park was under reconstruction, but I really wanted to see what they were doing, and there were no workers around. Sooo, I snuck under the yellow tape and started looking around. ALL OF A SUDDEN a hard hat comes outta NOWHERE and yells at me to get lost.
I run back to the sidewalk, but I feel like I'm being watched. I look around and see a statue staring at me. It looked like Link from Legend of Zelda, but it had a really funny lookin face with little teeth and squinty eyes. Then ALL OF A SUDDEN it teleports in front of me and says...
"You shouldn't have done that."
I went home, totally weirded out.
Then another day I totes wanted to find some awesome Yaoi porn, but the site I went to gave me like 400,000 viruses! Then I turn around and see that fucking statue again! It says...
"You shouldn't have done that."
Then it goes away. I was way weirded out now.
Last week I turned my homeowrk in late and got half credit. ALL OF A SUDDEN,
How Sugar Star Got Her Cutie Mark
I had left Ponyville with our parents for a vacation! I had just gotten out of school for the summer, and almost immediately, we were packed up and on the train to Trotpan. I was so excited, I could hardly sit down!
We visited many cities, like Pegashima, Neighgasaki, and Coltyoko... but our main destination was Ponikyo. It was the capital afterall! We stayed in a nice hotel, but had some trouble talking to everypony because we didn't know Trotpanese. Dad had a language dictionary, though, so we were able to get around.
One day, mama took me into town to look at all the toy and candy shops. Oh, as soon as I saw this candy shop... I nearly fainted! There were things in there you wouldn't even dream of! Even Sugarcube Corner wouldn't be able to stand up to this! There were bags of fruit flavored gummies unlike anything I've ever seen, different chocolate bars in outrageous flavors like green tea, strawberry tart, orange cream, coffee, and more! There were biscuit sticks dipped in
DermatillomaniaI want to be perfect. I just want to be perfect. But so much is getting in my way... I hate my ugly body. This horrible skin with all of its imperfections. It's driving me mad.
I look in the mirror and see a blemish on my cheek. It's not quite ready to go yet, but I feel it! I feel it! It's there, and I don't want it to be. I want it gone.
I push at it, trying to get the defect out, but it won't surface. All I managed to accomplish was two deep nail marks in my face. I get frustrated and I scratch at it, trying to get the skin off to open the pore. It bleeds a little bit. I try squeezing again, but nothing. The nail marks break the skin slightly.
I grab a sewing needle. They say not to do this, but I'm desperate. I try to gently tear open the blemish. I really don't want to scar my face, so I have to be careful. But even after that, it won't come out! I scratch vigorously at it until there's a large, bleeding scrape on my cheek. I don't pay much attention to that, for I see the
Autobiography of Slender ManHiya there! You should all know me by now. If you don't, I should like totally slap you. My name is Slender Man! That's right-o, Slendy in the hizzow! I can't actually talk, so I'm writing this on a bunch of notes. You won't hafta look hard cause... they're gonna be all taped to your house. So what do I do for a livivng? Scaring the shiznit outta y'all! HAYO!! But, I do have a personal life other than the pranks. I have friends, whom you know as well. I have to keep a notepad and pencil on hand to communicate, but s'all gewd in da hood, yo.
My bestest bro in the whole wide 3rd dimension is my home boy, Jeff. That's right! Da KILLAH! Jeffy's fun to hang around cause he's always so happy! He has to carry eyedrops in his pocket though cause, since he has no eyelids, his eyeballz keep drying up. He said it was worth the sacrifice though.
One of Jeff's biggest gear grinders is the supposed "Jane the Killer." He's all like, "I dunno what da fuck peeps be talkin about, I don't know dat bitch.
Derpy's StoryHi everypony! My name is Derpy Hooves, and I am a grey pegasus with yellow mane and tail, and yellow eyes. I live in Ponyville all by my own because I don't know where my parents had to go. I learned to try and take care of myself, but it gets really hard sometimes and I give up when it's too hard. But everypony is nice to me and laughs when they see me fly and run into stuff. I don't fly so good, but I'm better than I was when I was a filly. Everypony smiles when they see me, and they talk real slow and nice at me. It's good to have friends!
My cutie mark is bubbles. I think it got there the last time I saw mommy. Mommy was teaching me to blow bubbles, and they were so pretty and flew high into the sky, just like a pegasus does. They pop and then I make more with the stick by putting it in the bubbly juice. But when the bubbly juice was all gone, I look around for Mommy, but she's gone. I didn't notice my cutie mark yet because I started crying and yelling for mommy, but she never cam
Pokemon Blood Red
I was always a fan of the old classic video games like Legend of Zelda, Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, E.T., and Pokemon. I used to have Pokemon Red and Blue, but my fat friend sat on them when I was little, so they broke. I was very sad.
One Saturday, I went to a garage sale cause I've never been to one. I don't know what compelled me to go... it's like it was calling to me... I was delighted to see a pile of old video games! There were Atari, NES, SNES, and Game Boy games! And to my surprise, I saw a red cartridge!
The sticker was mostly scratched off so that all I could see of the title was "Poke" and "ed," but written in thick black sharpie was "Pokemon Red." I was so happy, I went right to the old guy and asked how much it was. His eyes widened and face went pale. He screamed, "TAKE IT! TAKE IT AND GO AWAY! NEVER RETURN!" And then he had a heart attack and died. I was a little uncomfortable about taking the game for free, but I shrugged it off. Free game!
I dug into my closet an
LongingRaise up the horizon and wrap me in the world
I crave not the view from the point of a mountain but the very pit of a valley fold
Blocking out the tired blue sky
In favor of the decour of a mountainside, specked with rocks and waterfalls
Let me pet the soft green treetops
Oh, if I could only see beyond the capacity of mine eyes, watch an endless bridge stretch to an invisible point over the ocean
When towering waves that scratch the clouds crash over all I've known
Let me see like God! Let me know all creation!
And curse I the fragility of man's comprehension
To restrain creativity with infuriating restriction
And put every wonder beyond my jurisdiction.
Hey You! Yeah You! Read This!Have you ever just stopped to think about how weird you are? I mean that in the nicest way possible! Your life and who you are, from your genetics to your deepest thoughts, will never be exactly duplicated...ever. You are literally one of a kind. There will never be another you. And you know what? I think that's what makes you awesome! So go look in the mirror and give yourself a big smile, because you're worth it!
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Sea SaltI walked along the bracket of the beach with a pocketful of salt that the sea no longer wanted. I had originally intended on returning it (one day), I didn't mean to keep it. Technically, because it wasn't mine, I stole that salt. I sifted the crystals out of the water and rolled them between my fingers until they were eroded smooth by the ridges in my fingerprint. Fingerprints embedded in the evidence. Salt embedded in my identity.
They never caught me. I was never reprimanded for stealing from the earth. I should have been. I should have been.
Bridge + BoatWe are a bridge.
You wrapped a rope around my neck and strung me to a tree, in the hopes that, if you held me taut enough, you could walk all over me. Part of this forced smile rotted and broke off. You skipped over the holes until you forgot they were there.
Eventually the piece you landed on, whilst you tried not to fall through the chasms in my mind, began to break. You hit a little harder each time, and I shook, and splinters left us both with a collection of wounds to remember our days by.
I started to fray. I thought you would tether me again, as you had once before. I remembered the days you had worked so hard to secure me to the earth, to you. I remembered the day you made me part of the pathway to your future. I remembered how proud I was to be part of your home.
I held on as long as I could, soon holes were canyons and frays were the intricate lace of rivers through a continent. Eventually the cracks met, your negligence and my faulty materials, we disintegrated.
You bought a
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
CarvedYou are an oak carved table
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.
I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,
who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.
You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.
I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.
Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.
I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow
and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your leve
Tying the KnotToday we tied the knot.
When I woke up this morning my hands hit the alarm clock and absorbed its vibrato shrilling. I had been up most of the night, anxious, but I put that aside quickly by reminding myself of the future. There was a lot to do to get ready!
I shaved carefully, slower than normal as I didn't want any blood on me. Things had to be perfect. I felt my stomach churning with nerves as I showered but by the time I got out of the shower my trembling fingers had calmed to a bass instinct.
I stood in front of a full length mirror as I fumbled with the buttons on my clean white shirt. It reminded me of when you taught me how to iron. I wasn't as good at it as you were but I looked respectable.
Dressed and ready I knew the time was almost come, but before I went downstairs to meet you I hung out of the window smoking a cigarette. You didn't know I'd taken up smoking whilst we prepared for the big day, I tried not to let on but sometimes I think you smell it on me. I remembered yo
Simon SaysSimon says hop on one foot.
Simon says wave both hands above your head.
Touch your nose.
Oop, I didn't Simon says! Okay, let's try again.
Simon says take one step forward.
Simon says jump three times.
I didn't say Simon says!
Okay, Simon says to crouch down.
Simon says jump back up.
Simon says take a step to your right.
Simon says go "woo! woo! woo!
Simon says act like a chicken.
*sigh* Tsk tsk tsk. I didn't say Simon says!
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