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THE name's Slenderman but better known as Slendy
Not human
Not Taken[Not looking]
Just killing

THE name's Jeff
Better known as Jeff The Killer
You Know the story

Forever has insanity plagued our lives. From the beginning of those out of the norm were labeled out of their minds. We look back at the old chiefs and medicine men and what do we see? Men who must have lacked just a few brain cells to think up those crazy ideas. And we’d hate to be one of them. None of us want to be labeled crazy, out of our minds. Insane! It is the one constant fear in humans. It’s what is hiding under our beds, in our closest, at ages so young we still have night lights. It causes us to scream, hide, call for some one else to come help us fight it. Just one person to tell us that we didn't imagine things and we are not indeed loosing our minds. But the truth is we are all insane. Somewhere deep inside, we have all lost our heads and I believe we should embrace it. Don't fight it. Don't avoid it. Don't deny it. Let's all come undone. Don't be what others want you to be. Please yourself and screw everyone else. ^.^




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At 9:20pm on April 9, 2014, XxToxi¢ WastєxX said…

'The lake.....' It was awfully temping. Hell, it was more than tempting. Before her mother passed, her, 'mummy' and her father basically lived there. This is when life was good, so basically, any mention of a lake drove her crazy. A wave of "chipperness" jolted throughout her entire body, instantly, causing her to grab a strong hold of his hand. It was if somehow she became a completely different person. She was an exceptional weak girl, but seemed to drag him swiftly behind her without a hint of struggle. She continued to pull him through the complaining people she shoved out their way. Yes......shoved! Angry mumbles and swears filled the room but she simply ignored the irrelevant comments and focused on getting them out of there. She didn't end this until they were outside of building. "WHERE IS IT?!" As if she turned into a child she knocked the tray out of his hands and began giggling her head off.  

At 4:30pm on March 1, 2014, Isabella swan said…
Is life always this bad? People you love ignore you? Everyone you know turn against you. Havent already been neglected, it just started? Arent one to be upset, but you are now? Tell me is this normal? Am i going crazy? Maybe even insane?
At 10:54pm on February 17, 2014, ℛeality ℛehab™ said…

At 4:12pm on December 27, 2013, кιммι-™ said…

~ To :  ~

Kirsten strolled the dark streets looking for something to do to distract her from the urge of killing for blood. She hide under her hood and covered her left eye with her thick blonde bangs. She didn't talk to anyone anymore so she didn't know anyone in her home town. So many had come and gone and she was still lurking in the shadows. Kimmi placed a hand on a brick wall as she headed down a dark alley seeing a older male following a young lady down the street walking towards her. She waited for the lady to pass but jerked the man into the alley and threw him against the wall glaring at him. "You shouldn't follow young girls around at night. Sicko." She lunged her fangs into the man's neck silencing his yelp for help and smirked letting his lifeless body fall at her feet. She looked at the body and sighed, "I'm a monster." 

At 9:06pm on November 19, 2013, XxToxi¢ WastєxX said…

Matt shoved his hands deeply into his pockets, contemplating non-stop on his younger brother Andy. It's been three months now since he has been in a coma, and Matt couldn't take it anymore. The constant worry. The constant panic. He couldn't rest. He couldn't eat. And somewhere within those three months, he seemed to have lost the joy that shined ever so brightly inside. But after that light worn out, he turned....dark. But who could blame him? Andy was all that he had, since they're parents abandoned them when they were both only three. No one wanted anything to do with the two but cause misery. No one cared. No one loved them. They protected each other through it all. All the pain and hurt that their foster parents caused them. Sure the neighbors knew, but they didn't want to help. They said it was all irrelevant, that those little boys would be okay. That they had their problems too, but they were too damn narcissistic to understand the danger those twins were in. But according to the doctors, they could have died. In and out of the hospital. That was most of their childhood memory, besides being nearly beaten to death over and over again.

At 7:25pm on November 19, 2013, The Troubled Pack™ said…

She groaned as she pulled her jet black hair back into it's messy ponytail, her clothes were now torn to sherds, running away from the hell hounds was a careless act on her behalf, but she wanted to prove to her father and the underworld that she could make it above the ground without killing anyone or herself first, "Well you proved them" she said in a mock tone rolling her eyes, Yeah she proved then alright, by killing off that poor innocent couple back there, she smirked evily as she thought of the way she ripped their bodies part limb by limb and heard each and every one of their crushing bones in her ear, she wiped the blood from her face more, she finally made it into a small town, she looked around her black eye scanned where she was, she heard footsteps and she saw Matt walking away from a group of people, her eyebrows inched together as she had never seen a human guy before, well before her father changed them into these humans fragile little nightmares that was
At 10:24am on November 17, 2013, ℛeality ℛehab™ said…

;; Life As Jesy Blackthorn ;;

"Sunshine and unicorns!" her niece Marie shouted "Don't forget to add the flowers and rainbow!" she said. Jesy sighed, wishing her older brother would just come and shut this child up. But instead of just calling his name and telling him she was exhausted, she sat there. Drawing her niece a picture. About ten minutes into the picture her niece was absorbed in a stupid cartoon. She stopped drawing and quickly, and silently pulling on her leather army style boots and her leather jacket.It was cold outside but she still had on a pair of daisy dukes to show off her tattoo. For some reason, she never got cold, well her legs didn't. She grabbed her keys and pulled her fire engine red hair out the back of her jacket and quickly scribbled a note on a sheet of paper for her brother.

'Left out for fresh air'

After she wrote that she left out the door. Walking down the familiar streets of the small town she was bored out of her mind. She had her skateboard in one hand and her lit cigarette in the other. She ignored the looks she got from the towns people. They all feared her and her family either way it went. It made her feel Royal in so many ways it was disturbing. She usually got what ever she wanted for free and the rebellious teens of the town looked up to her and her sisters. One even dated her brother Jace. She paid the price. Now she can only go see her parents whenever she wants. Not her sarcasm. She placed her skateboard down beside the bench and placed her tattooed leg onto the puke green bench. Waiting for the towns bus to arrive, she stared at a small child who dared look her in the face everytime she came here. Jesy sighed. She hated familiar faces.

At 9:15pm on June 23, 2013, Cassie`× said…

"I haven't eaten in a week, I could be lovely"

The hint of her rib cage represented beauty, and elegance. The bones of her spine that embedded it's way past her pale skin repesented poise, and perfect structure. In Cassie's world being skinny was fitting in, being skinny was her ticket out of being bullied, her ticket out of being ignored. She was petite to say the least, an anorexic or border line anorexic in the wise words of her pediatrician. She was seventeen years old and had gotten around more than a forty year old cougar. Sex, besides being skinny was the only thing that made her loved. Her teeth were too large, her breast too small, her hair too fizzy, her lips too dry, her butt too big, the list went on and on. They whispered about her in the hallways. Rumours. some lies and some true. The one about her being pregnant - False. The other about her taking E pills - True. In her youth she had all the stories to tell of an experimental masochist. All she desired was that attention, one facet that would become her humble abode in time's of loneliness when her father failed to leave that beautiful purple bruise that she would stare at all week in awe until it faded away with nothing left to mark its existence but the memory. Or on those nights when no one would touch her in the right spot and send her to a world of bliss that her whole of eighty pounds and five feet could handle. Today was one of those nights, her father had simply not come home tonight, her mother having died in labor was turning in her grave at the female that was her daughter; as dead as she was. It was late, the sky had transformed from a flickering orange, to a crimson red before settling into a deep ominous purple lightened only by the full moon that tainted the sky that evening. Her block was dirty with scattered leaves to which she kicked aside lazily walking until she met a dead end. There stood a boy beautiful, a distant look in his eyes. Cassie felt no emotion in that instant besides a desire of momentary pleasure and attention and then maybe a sharp sense of neglection and pain that would make her feel alive.


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