Afraid CreepypastaxReader by MalevolentPetals, literature
Literature
Afraid CreepypastaxReader
Chapter 1- What was That?
The moon lingers in the sky even as the sun breeches the horizon. I sit out in the chilly breeze. The wind digs its claws into my shoulders and I struggle to shake it off with small shivers. All the shivering rattles my brain and makes my head pound against the silence that has settled upon our campsite while all the others continue to sleep peacefully. Savanah crawls out of the tent just as the sun`s rays pierce the treetops and spills into our clearing.
"What are you doing up (L/n)?" She mutters through a yawn.
I take a moment to decipher her yawned out speech. Once I comprehend it I respon
My mother did not hold me much as a baby, and rarely hugged me as a young child. In fact, my mother had always been odd about touching even for something as simple as kissing my forehead. For many that may suggest neglect, but my mother did it for my own good. She did everything she could for my own good.
My mother can no longer hold me, or kiss my forehead. Two years back she passed from a curable disease, all because I took away her chance of survival.
The Oldest of None by MalevolentPetals, literature
Literature
The Oldest of None
A motherless child
Stuck on the streets, cold and lost
Of clothing, the child had none
The child had nothing at all
Hiding in a tall building, it was empty
All the others were gone
The child`s hair is gone
A poor, malnourished child
The child`s stomach forever empty
The child`s thoughts forever lost
The child almost had it all
Parents, siblings, but the child had none
There had always been none
The family was gone
They had never been there at all
They were never there for the child
In body and spirit, they were lost
Leaving the child`s heart empty
The streets are now empty
They hold absolutely none
Besides the lost,
Those too far gone,
And
I am not good enough Never will I be just good enough
I am more than good enough But often I am far less than good enough
I excel when I try I fail from my fear
I try even when I cannot excel I cower from the new
Through my hard work Despite energy I waste on fear
I am greater than “good enough” I am lower than “good enough”
No matter what others say I can never be less
Whatever they say I am I am not just
I cannot be Good enough
Bitter and cold Their icy hearts are empty
From all they have already lost The warmth has long died
The wind bites and tears But they do not budge from the cold
While the innocent prepare for war They prepare to taste their enemy’s blood
In trenches and ditches In trees and bushes
They hide away They prepare for an ambush
Staring at pictures of smiling families Tearing apart families that aren`t their own
They know they are in the right They may just
He sits alone by the sea The near silence consumes him
The crashing waves In the whispering air
His only friends He stares up to the heavens missing her
He carries the sea with him Taking her in a glass of seashells and dust
For he loves the sea It is all he has left of her, the love of his life
“Ethan!” Dominic shouts.
He roughly slaps my back nearly sending me tumbling forward with my backyard, redneck, handmade animal traps. The cages rattle as they hit together. I cast him a sideways glare, the rising sun reflecting off the metal boxes and gleaming in my eyes.
“Ya see, about that rabbit I wanted you to catch.” Dominic dives right in before I can respond, wiping more paint onto his already color splotched white pants.
“Yea?”
“Well uh, it ain`t a rabbit.” He leads the way into the house and slowly pulls down the attic ladder.
I flinch as the steps slid
Silver light floods the ocean shore in thin wavering streaks, setting an ivory glow to the marsh house, at least in the places where moss did not claim the siding. The breeze howls quietly against the crashing waves. It hums through the long reeds of the marshland so the tall blades flicker and play while most eyes sleep. The crickets chirp a sweet tune careful of the hidden frog ready to devour them. The small shimmering creature leaps into the air splashing into one of the deep spots of the marsh with a spray of twinkling water droplets. It slips away between the reeds, gliding through the water just as it had glided through the air.
It`s so grey out, clouds blocking the sun as light drizzles of water slip from the sky. A slight mist leaks from the clouds above and crawls over small green blades in thin curling wisps. I stare out the grey lined window at the soaked brown trees. Raising their bare branches to the sky embracing the frigid tear drops they refuse to bow to the wind. The wind moans in protest to this defiance, but all it manages to do is send a chill up my spine.
I can feel the empty space behind me, the cool air creeping close to wrap an arm across my exposed shoulders. The light grey covering provides no warmth and the blanket is locked in the room
Afraid CreepypastaxReader by MalevolentPetals, literature
Literature
Afraid CreepypastaxReader
Chapter 1- What was That?
The moon lingers in the sky even as the sun breeches the horizon. I sit out in the chilly breeze. The wind digs its claws into my shoulders and I struggle to shake it off with small shivers. All the shivering rattles my brain and makes my head pound against the silence that has settled upon our campsite while all the others continue to sleep peacefully. Savanah crawls out of the tent just as the sun`s rays pierce the treetops and spills into our clearing.
"What are you doing up (L/n)?" She mutters through a yawn.
I take a moment to decipher her yawned out speech. Once I comprehend it I respon
The Oldest of None by MalevolentPetals, literature
Literature
The Oldest of None
A motherless child
Stuck on the streets, cold and lost
Of clothing, the child had none
The child had nothing at all
Hiding in a tall building, it was empty
All the others were gone
The child`s hair is gone
A poor, malnourished child
The child`s stomach forever empty
The child`s thoughts forever lost
The child almost had it all
Parents, siblings, but the child had none
There had always been none
The family was gone
They had never been there at all
They were never there for the child
In body and spirit, they were lost
Leaving the child`s heart empty
The streets are now empty
They hold absolutely none
Besides the lost,
Those too far gone,
And
I am not good enough Never will I be just good enough
I am more than good enough But often I am far less than good enough
I excel when I try I fail from my fear
I try even when I cannot excel I cower from the new
Through my hard work Despite energy I waste on fear
I am greater than “good enough” I am lower than “good enough”
No matter what others say I can never be less
Whatever they say I am I am not just
I cannot be Good enough
Bitter and cold Their icy hearts are empty
From all they have already lost The warmth has long died
The wind bites and tears But they do not budge from the cold
While the innocent prepare for war They prepare to taste their enemy’s blood
In trenches and ditches In trees and bushes
They hide away They prepare for an ambush
Staring at pictures of smiling families Tearing apart families that aren`t their own
They know they are in the right They may just
He sits alone by the sea The near silence consumes him
The crashing waves In the whispering air
His only friends He stares up to the heavens missing her
He carries the sea with him Taking her in a glass of seashells and dust
For he loves the sea It is all he has left of her, the love of his life
“Ethan!” Dominic shouts.
He roughly slaps my back nearly sending me tumbling forward with my backyard, redneck, handmade animal traps. The cages rattle as they hit together. I cast him a sideways glare, the rising sun reflecting off the metal boxes and gleaming in my eyes.
“Ya see, about that rabbit I wanted you to catch.” Dominic dives right in before I can respond, wiping more paint onto his already color splotched white pants.
“Yea?”
“Well uh, it ain`t a rabbit.” He leads the way into the house and slowly pulls down the attic ladder.
I flinch as the steps slid
Silver light floods the ocean shore in thin wavering streaks, setting an ivory glow to the marsh house, at least in the places where moss did not claim the siding. The breeze howls quietly against the crashing waves. It hums through the long reeds of the marshland so the tall blades flicker and play while most eyes sleep. The crickets chirp a sweet tune careful of the hidden frog ready to devour them. The small shimmering creature leaps into the air splashing into one of the deep spots of the marsh with a spray of twinkling water droplets. It slips away between the reeds, gliding through the water just as it had glided through the air.
It`s so grey out, clouds blocking the sun as light drizzles of water slip from the sky. A slight mist leaks from the clouds above and crawls over small green blades in thin curling wisps. I stare out the grey lined window at the soaked brown trees. Raising their bare branches to the sky embracing the frigid tear drops they refuse to bow to the wind. The wind moans in protest to this defiance, but all it manages to do is send a chill up my spine.
I can feel the empty space behind me, the cool air creeping close to wrap an arm across my exposed shoulders. The light grey covering provides no warmth and the blanket is locked in the room
The White Dove and Her Lilies by MalevolentPetals, literature
Literature
The White Dove and Her Lilies
Dazzling sunlight strikes the cool ground, pulling the soft green grass into its warm embrace. The trees reach for the soft blue sky clearer than any she has ever seen before. The world zips past in a blur of colors so vibrant, so full of life that they make her heart thud and her head spin. The dress pulls in against her small chest and steals away the little bit of breath she is able to gather and hold.
A smile brighter than the soft yellow ball dancing in the sky stretches across her pale face and consumes her dainty features in a new blinding light. Her small hands fold around vibrant green steams that rest upon her flowing gow
As a phoenix I will fly, all the way to the endless sky
For I am man no more, not even death can close its door
I will come to visit you, and I will perform a role
A guardian angel I will play, sheltering you from harm’s way
I can hear the angels sing, the white light flickering bright
It’s true what they say, but maybe it will go away…
Not feeling any regret, no longer fear
I am still right here
My friends, this will be the end
One day I will see you again, I myself will open the doors
But I ask of you please, don’t bring your belongings
In heaven…
… Here…
… Is m
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