Creepypasta - Only A Shadow by doldendraco14, literature
Literature
Creepypasta - Only A Shadow
It was bright. Too bright.
I raised a paw to shield my eyes from the fierce glare, moaning from the piercing pain it sent into my brain. As my pupils adjusted, I found myself staring around with wonder. There were tall brown things with big bushy green tops, and smaller green stuff that was soft and springy under my body. Dotted around were pretty colourful things that gave the air a nice, scented aroma. I shivered as a breeze passed by my body - my blue fur was still wet from my time in the egg, and the wind chilled me. Without warning I was covered in a thick, warm sheet and raised off the ground. I twisted in alarm as a hand came towards
Creepypasta - Enslaved God by doldendraco14, literature
Literature
Creepypasta - Enslaved God
I was the creator. I was the master of all Pokemon. They respected, loved, feared me and my power. I was God.
Until he came.
Him, with his greed and lust for power. He who had already subdued the lords of the very fabric of time and space and captured the three embodiments of the spirit. He who had conquered the sole resident of the distorted realm, a fierce enemy I had exhiled that he dared to bring back to our world. And he dared to face me now with these six legends, dared to attack me, dared to try and subdue me as well.
I... I am so terribly ashamed to admit he succeeded. Despite my immense strength, I was not able to beat down all of
Creepypasta: Laughing Jack by SnuffBomb, literature
Literature
Creepypasta: Laughing Jack
LAUGHING JACK
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit by doldendraco14, literature
Literature
Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit
I'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only
Creepypasta-Ferris Wheel by Tehultraviolet, literature
Literature
Creepypasta-Ferris Wheel
By now, I'm sure you've played Black or White. You've marveled, or scoffed, at the new pokemon, beaten the gym leaders one after another, gasped at the plot.
You've been to Nimbasa City.
You rode the ferris wheel there with N, didn't you? If you were playing a girl, perhaps you giggled to yourself about N's rather flirtatious dialogue. It's such a cute scene. A few days later, maybe you returned to the ferris wheel, hoping for another ride with N, to find a trainer there instead. My first one was a waitress, who invited me to a battle, and then some girl talk. After you win against the trainer, you get to watch the animation o
CreepyPasta - Play with Me by La-Mishi-Mish, literature
Literature
CreepyPasta - Play with Me
The summer was nice and warm that year. The sun, as always, brought warmth to your skin. The light breezes that swept through the neighborhood made the days not too hot or cold. It was simply perfect weather. But one summer Sally will never forget.
Sally was a young girl, eight years old, long curly brown hair, and bright green eyes. She was always polite, she never lied, and did as she was told. Her mother and father simply adored her, they couldn't ask for a better daughter.
Sally giggled as she played with her friends outside of their home. Various games like, hopscotch and jumprope. Even dolls and tag. Sally's mother smiled warmly at th