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I don't know exactly how to start this. I'm not exactly used to writing my thoughts down. But I wanted to write this just so I can put it out there and get it over with.

Halloween was approaching.

My friends and I were in 3rd grade at the time. We were excited about the holiday. We loved the scares and candy (mostly the candy). During lunchtime, we all sat together and talked about what we'd dress up as.

Jack wanted to be Ghostface and Tyler wanted to be Optimus Prime. I wanted to be Jason Voorhees. I don't remember how but the conversation changed to talking about "RattleBones"....

Hello there, I've never really written anything before. But after what happened I have to get it off my chest. My best friend since kindergarten died a few months ago.

He was found dead in his apartment. Everyone just shrugged it off as "another junkie ODing". But I knew him enough to know that wasn't the case. Not like I could do anything about it. No one listens to me anyway. His name was Edward.

Recently I decided to look at some old photos with the two of us. For old time's sake. In a way, I'm still keeping him alive. Even if it's just preserving those memories.
I looked at a birth...

"The Midnight Mauler"
That's what they called him. Of course, they did. The media will take any chance they get to turn a killer into a celebrity just so they can get a few extra clicks.

I'm sorry, it's just everything feels so… strange. I can't exactly describe it. It happened almost a year ago and they still haven't found the killer. So That's why I'm writing this. To vent out my frustration and tell my recollection of the events. I still feel guilty about it.

That night will never leave my mind. I just got to my brother's house for a weekly visit. I noticed that the front door had b...

Rest in Peace
Posted by MLycantrope.
Growing up, I didn’t have the best childhood. My parents were both ill, and I was told numerous times that my father was abusive. I later found out that was not the case. My mother, a psychiatrist, was ironically a depressed person who self-harmed. I guess she had an easier time pinning the blame for the cuts and bruises on her skin on my openly insane father. Thinking about it, it’s pretty funny that a person who helps others overcome their mental ailments cannot admit her own to her own child.

My father was terribly ill when I was a kid, and until I was about ten, he had been medicated. However, at s...
07:54 AM, 03/ 1/21 by MLycantrope | 0 comments | Write Comment

(Based on a true events)

Seven years ago, my cousin died of schizophrenia. We knew he wasn't doing well, and wasn't expected to get any better, but we didn't expect him to do anything as drastic as he did. He, Jeremy, was always in his own little world, glued to his computer for as long as he could manage. We always thought it was a good thing. Starting a conversation with him about whatever he was playing would calm him down in an instant and anchor him back to reality a bit.
But I just found a text file on his old laptop after all this time that seems to be his thoughts during his last days. I d...
11:56 AM, 08/12/20 by Beryl_Haller | 1 comment | Write Comment
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Wicker branches cut into Andrea’s soft flesh as she ran through the dense forest foliage. Her flashlight bobbed up and down as she sprinted through the woods. Andrea ripped her revolver from the holster in one swift motion and fired three rounds at the creature chasing her. The only discernible features of the beast were its dozens of luminescent cyan eyes. Its clicking and clacking filled the woods. Andrea hurdled over a rotten, moss-covered log. She fired three more shots; two missed and last hit one of the creep’s eyes.

Blue, shiny blood cascaded down the abomination’s face. An ear-piercing shriek ...

Nick stood outside of Shannahan's, smoking a cigarette. The cruel winter air stung his eyes and froze his face.

   Ring Ring.

   "What's up, sweety?" Nick asked.

   "Hey, babe, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's brown water pouring out of the sink, and there's a large wet spot in the ceiling that's dripping water,"

   "I'll call the landlord tomorrow,"

   "Okay, see you when you get home."

Click.

A wave of heat washed over Nick, thawing his nose and cheeks. He pushed past the crowd of drunken patro...

When I was younger, I partied a lot. My college classes were not a priority; I didn’t even wanna be in school. I just went so my parents wouldn’t think I was a disappointment. My life was a flurry of alcohol, drugs, and the occasional one-night stand. One night I lost a part of myself I can never get back.

My friends Lewis, Gage, and I were driving around. Sitting in the back of Lewis’ mini van, I tried my best to ignore the horrible music blaring from the speakers. Gage passed me a joint from the front seat and cracked open a beer.

“Pass me one of those,” Lewis said.

“Not while...

RugRascals

      So, if you're like me and grew up in the Nineties and cable, I don't need to ask you if you remember the Rugrats. The third show on Nickelodeon alongside Doug and Ren and Stimpy, it was their cash cow until a certain yellow sponge would go on to usurp the title years later. We all know about the Rugrats, and it's less successful spin-off, All Grown Up, and it's even less successful spin off Preschool Daze, but little does anyone know there was a spin-off of sorts made much earlier, courtesy of Gabor Csupo.
 I'm, of course, talking about Rugrascals. The premise of RugRascals was basica...
03:01 PM, 05/30/20 by Panic_Comics | 0 comments | Write Comment

I’m sitting in my bathroom, staring at the tip of the knife I plan to stab myself with. Don’t get confused, this is not a suicide attempt. No, this is something much crazier.

I need to remove my left eye.

I don’t really know what happened to make me reach this point or why exactly I have come to this conclusion, all I know is that everything will be fixed once I get rid of my left eye. I’m pretty confident that I’ll survive and that it shouldn’t have too much of an impact on the things I enjoy, so it’s not that much of a loss anyways.

The knife is an assisted-opening pocket knife ...

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