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Apocalypse Chapter 9. (creepypasta story) Thank goodness I didn't have another nightmare tonight, instead I had a lovely wake up call that involved the destruction of a wall, the scent if smoke from a fire in the air, and some loud banging sounds of objects being tossed around like crazy. I turn and look at the clock on the night stand next to my bed. 4:29. I jump out of my bed and try to stand up but my legs give out and I fall to the ground adding a thud to the loud noises. I look at my legs and I gasp with shock. My legs' bone structure changed over night. My legs look like they're changing from normal human legs into the hind legs of an animal. When ever I try to bend my legs, they feel like the bones in my leg are burning. I try to get back up onto my bed which causes the burning pain to spread to my feet making it impossible to walk without difficulty. I can't get back on my bed so, if you can't beat them, join them. I reach for the pillow on my bed and pull it over the side. I might as well stay as comfortable
Apocalypse Chapter 8. (creepypasta story) Everyone is asking me questions. Before I could answer one of them, Ben starts pushing me out of the group and into a one person chair that is next to a big sofa that can fit everyone in the room on it. It got awkward in the room with the awkward silence and they're all staring at me like I'm about to pull a rabbit out of a hat. My eyes are skimming over theirs and they're staring intensely at me. Someone finally with a mask starts to introduce their self.
"I'm going to break the silence and say, I'm Eyeless Jack." he tells me
"Liu..." The guy with scars all over his face tells me. He hasn't looked at me very interested in what I have to say, he's been staring at a wall unblinkingly for a few minutes now, but he does blink every so often like he trained his eyes to stay open without having to blink for a small matter of time. He's almost emotionless, but even the most emotionless people can break open. He can't be any older then me.
Apocalypse Chapter 7. (creepypasta story) I fall to the ground as another claw comes down at me and tears threw the skin on my arm. Before I turn around and get a good look at my attacker. He jumps back meters from where he attacked me, but from here I can make out some of his features. He has long arms that reach pasted his knees with long sharp clawed fingers that nearly touch the ground under his feet. He has black hair and pale skin like Jeff's, but something different was that the figure in front of me is taller by about a foot or 2.
As the figure got closer, it stepped into the light that peeked out from behind a cloud. He seemed to be laughing but I couldn't hear him. The figure got closer and closer. His pace got faster as he got closer to me and I could make out more features of his. He had a long swirly cone shaped nose that was black and white. He was dressed in colors ranging from black, gray, and white. He looks like a clown, but demented with a psycho smile on
Apocalypse Chapter 6. (creepypasta story) I come to the lab that is filled with many different electronics. Across the room is a giant glass window that over looks into another room but that one is completely different from the one that I'm in now. The other room has circular devices that are up and down the walls and are blanketing the ceiling of the chamber. I'm guessing they're sensors of some sort. The floor is different is ways too. The floor is almost completely see through a but I can clearly see wires and pressure plates inside the flooring. Looking around the Lab I find myself peeking through glass cabinets with different colored medicine and a few syringes neatly placed in a plastic box aside from the jars of medicine. My eyes wander away from the cabinet and off on to a figure using a control panel on podium. The figure is the Link look-a-like I saw when I first arrived to this maze of a building.
Hoody leads me to the guy at the control panel. Without him lookin
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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