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2 days ago
Ebbene, ho deciso di rendere questo account un account sul mio profilo Wattpad, ma continuerò a postare immagini su creepypasta e altre robe spam, quindi benvenuti lol.
Oltretutto, nella mia bio trovate il mio account Wattpad dove posto tipicamente dark stories Creepypasta X Reader.
Se volete, andate a vedere ^^
Spero che le mie storie vi piaceranno! -
Well, I decided to make this my account Wattpad (italian), but I'll still post some images about creepypastas and things like that.
Also, in my bio, there's the link of my account Wattpad. Follow me if you want, and I hope you'll enjoy my stories!
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3 days ago
🔹 Blue Eyes 🔹
Enjoy! Want more? Link is in the bio 💀
6 days ago
„Something had entered the world and it frightened him“
1 week ago
Weeping angel tears... I used to cry myself to sleep at night. Clinging my teddy bears in my cold arms. He was everything to me. He was my only friend. But it was so cold. And it was so hard holding on to him. My arms were tired. I couldn’t feel my fingers most of the time. But I still held on. I don’t know how I did it but it happened. I never let him go. Even when I was running out of air, I still squeezed him with all the strength I had left. The water was freezing. Already I could not move anything down my waist. But my fingers and my arms were fighting like never before. A part of me believed that if I held on to my teddy bear, he would save me. He would be my lifeline. I can’t remember when I lost him. A minute I had him and the next he was gone. He had disappeared under the cold death. I knew I was next. I didn’t have anything to anchor me to this life anymore. My body wasn’t mine anymore. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t see anything. I could only wait. I could only wait for it to end. And in those last moments, I died. The last thing I saw was my corpse, floating in the ice cold waters of the lake. My hairs were flowing all around me like an angel’s halo. I had died under the lake. My body would not be found. My parents cried. They cried a lot. They had no idea what had happened to me. They could not find solace. Was I a runaway? Had I been abducted. Was I a murder victim left a few miles from home in a trench? No. I had played on the icy lake with my teddy bear. And the ice had broken under me. And I had drowned. And I was kept under the lake with my halo, weeping angel tears... The Other Road - 2018
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1 week ago
JUST LIKE MY FATHER.
Get up. Let me dwell on my sadistic throne. Watch those miserable humans beneath me,kneeling before my black flamed halo, kissing my edged bloodied ring and praising my lies. It's a dainty view from up here. It feeds my spectre with satanic orgasm. I could just crumble their souls to matter with sway the of my fingers.
It's such a tempting thought. They would pray to me for mercy and saving. They'll throw their hurting flesh at my feet. Shout into my ears with purest agony and plague their lungs black with toxic cries for pity. Those cries would resonate as the sweetest melodies into my ears, releasing hormones of pleasure bathing my neurons.
Unconscious and wounded Scriptures resting in the forbidden library of heaven echo '' Blood is on the hands of God. And he cherishes it.'' On that day, your stinking truth was embedded on my immortal skin. Why did you still abandon me Father?
This somehow intrigues me and encourages the blood dripping Trident flirting with my fiendish throne. Our thirst for dominance is growing with every passing nanosecond.
I've preached corrupted sermon through your precious Mortal beings. They are so easy to mislead. It was since then I wished to avenge.
Your pathetic creation sees me as a Maniac. What they are ignorant of is that I am a spitting image who you are Father. The real you. I've slaughtered every microorganism within me which carried emotions just so I could reach your level of ignorance. It took me immeasurable time but I've finally attained my enlightenment.
I know you are scared. You should be.
You'd be a fool if you weren't.
I can feel your throbbing heartbeat faster than usual. It makes me happy.
Look at what you've made me Father.
Are you proud of me?
I am coming for you.
I am coming Home. ~ Shikhar
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1 week ago
#authorappreciationmarch Day 8 is all about William Shakespeare .... obviously I have been bought up on Shakespeare as it’s part of UK curriculum! This book is the oldest book I own it over 110 years old😍 ( as it still has gift card on inside cover dated 1894) I love looking at this classic of his complete works and it is in good condition considering its age, Even the little details are beautiful on the cover and inside! This book has its own story has lived through two world wars and passed on through generations until I found it!! Shakespeare can be hard to understand but once you learn the lingo the stories are unique for its time... each one different - evil against good, but lots of grey areas! I love it but understand not everyone’s cup of tea😍 #shakespeare #darkstories #complicatedlove #day8
1 week ago
She was in search... in search of love, seeking to hug a soul with deep intensity, compassionate to embrace her innate, surge her mind away from darkness for she was fond of solitude. Though solitude wasn't the answer to life as deep beneath the thoughts of solace thrived the tree of evil prevailed by a demonic being, cajoled in her womb seeking to flourish his reign of shadows.
The only light he devoured on was that of the moon or the flames that aided the shadows to arise. He had been in darkness for ages renowned as the prince of darkness and will become the God of Shadows for eons to come and have no place for love, mercy or peace.
He knew the atrocities the world has adopted so far and wanted the rest to rule the way it deserved. He will avenge the world for desolating his mother and hence the world will know him as Erebos.
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2 weeks ago
“He often dreamt of looking up to the sky and seeing an alien object of great clarity, radiating meaning like a heat source, and whose sharp edges cut through the tight muscle of pain in his head. Until it wasn’t a dream anymore.”
2 months ago
This story is not about anything supernatural, but about the ugliness that dwells within human nature. Read more: https://tripilu26.wordpress.com/2017/12/24/my-worn-out-slippers/ #darkstories #talesfromthecellar
3 months ago
A woman walking on a dark alley, a stranger stalking her... A predictable outcome, or is it? Read more: https://tripilu26.wordpress.com/2017/04/30/prey/ #darkstories #talesfromthecellar
3 months ago
Lay down my life to protect and serve. Read more: https://tripilu26.wordpress.com/2017/04/13/easthollow-police-station-october-20th-2015/ #darkstories #talesfromthecellar
3 months ago
Are dreams just dreams? Or perhaps broken memories? Read more: https://tripilu26.wordpress.com/2017/03/25/her-eyes-they-follow/ #darkstories #talesfromthecellar