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  1. A girl wandered through the dreary spring rains on a starless, moonless night, a dull pendant held tightly in

     

    her hand.

    The water ran from her cloak and into the marshy grass. Counting her footsteps, one at a time, she could

     

    swear that every so often she'd hear

    a step out of time, and a sound coming from the distance. Vivienne knew that she had to keep moving

     

    onwards, towards the north,

    where she'd find her home on the other side of the river. The pendant tugged gently in the way she was

     

    headed, casting a faint blue glow upon the horizon.

  2. Is that night all that is left of you? Are you trapped on that dark road because there isnt an exit, or because you cant find one?
    I sometimes wonder whether you remember the sound of my voice, or if its just anpother noise in the back ground.
    I will try one last time. Do you still remember her story?

  3. Im stuck here forever. Trapped in the prison of my own mind. Maybe some day the enemies will claim me,

     

    the horrible monsters I imagined in my mind. Cause after my wife died, I couldn't take it anymore. It was

     

    just to much for my fragile mind. I am eternally insane. stuck in the maze of puzzles of my memories. Cant

     

    escape the good times I had before. So I lay trapped. in the eternal cycle. of insanity.

  4. I know im late on replying to this. Since im not as new to these forums as I once was, but thanks to all of you who have gave me such a warm welcome. I really appreciate it. you guys are amazing. happy.png   

  5. Jace is a 16 year old boy. He was very lonely and only found salvation in the videos he watched on his computer. One day he stumbled upon a video of the supposed killer Jeff. Thinking he could go for a good scare, he decided to watch the video. Jace sat on his couch, covered in his blankets with all the lights off. The only form of lightness was from the faint glow of the TV on his pale, petrified face. As he listened to the tale of a boy who committed several gruesome acts 9 years ago, including self mutilation, Jace knew that this story was just a bunch of garbage. It was only created just to creep out those who enjoy it but it still spooked him to a ghostly white. Jace then started to calm down and relax as the story was almost over. But all of his sense of calm vanished as he heard a knocking sound. He assumed it was coming from the video audio. He heard it a few more times before turning off his TV and computer. He listened more carefully. There it was again. The knocking sounded like it was upstairs. "But how could this be?" Jace thought, "I'm the only one who's in the house." Being the curious individual he was, Jace decided to investigate this noise, equipping himself with one of his fathers' medieval claymores. He then ventured up his creaky stars. It sent shivers up his spine every time he took a step. He finally got upstairs only to find himself face to face with a pitch black hallway, the only light was a flickering one at the end of the dark hallway. There appeared to be no one at the end of the hallway, but Jace spoke too soon as the next flicker of light showed a strange silhouette of a person whom appeared to be holding a sharp object. Despite the fact Jace was holding a claymore, he was too scared to use it and dropped it as he ran back downstairs. He ran to his bedroom as if it was a vault that couldn't be cracked open. He hid under his blankets, petrified of knowing whom that figure was. What was his reason for being here? At that moment, Jace didn't want to know. He sat there in the pitch black of the night, everything was silent until he suddenly heard footsteps coming closer and closer to his room. Clack... clack... clack... Everything went silent again and Jace suddenly had a strange feeling that he was being watched. That was when he heard the door creak open and the echoes of the footsteps again. There was a brief silence that lasted a little longer than the last time and Jace let out a sigh. He chuckled with relief. It must've been all in his head from watching watching those scary videos. But as Jace was about to sit up, the covers that surrounded him were ripped off violently. Jace looked up and there stood the clown-like face, white-as-snow skin, and the eyes of a crazy killer. Jeff. The killer was standing over Jace, holding a rusted knife in his hand. But little did Jace know, the knife wasn't rusted... it was covered in dry blood. Jace then tried to let out a scream but Jeff made sure he wouldn't make a sound as the last sound Jace heard before mysteriously disappearing was a deep sigh. “Go...to...sleep...” The conflict between Jace and Jeff was never resolved. Nobody could find either suspects. The only trace left was a pool of blood in the middle of Jace's bedroom. Nobody knew if Jace survived Jeff the Killer's wrath, or met a gruesome, sleepless death.

    THE END

  6. Hey, Bronies and or pegasisters (however you'd like to be referred to) my names Eight bit. I am fairly new

     

    to this so im just going to say a little bout my self, if you want to know more I would be happy to talk with

     

    anyone maybe post new things bout me I don't know whatever for now ha-ha happy.png. anyways first off I am a

     

    gamer, but I do have other hobbies. I do like to write stories and or poems when I get the chance. I am a

     

    very sociable guy but not very good conversationalist. although I enjoy watching these pony cartoons due

     

    to my curiosity hearing bout it from friends and others. turns out they have very good messages and are

     

    actually quite funny at times. I watched one episode and was hooked from the start couldn't stop watching

     

    so ya that's bout it for now guys hope to talk with anyone I can eight bit out. wink.png

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