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ChristmastideThe cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.
Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!
Candy Apple Punch
6 cups cranberry-apple drink
3 cups water
15 hard cinnamon candies
1 (6-ounce) can thawed limeade concentrate, undiluted
Combine all the ingredients in a large pitcher. Cover and chill 8 hours or until candies are dissolved. Pour mixture into a large Dutch oven, and cook over medium heat until thoroughly heated
The Creepypast Survival Guide1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.
2.Actually mirrors are a general "NO", In creepypasta world, there is nothing more sinister.
3.There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.
4.If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.
5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.
6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interests to politely decline.
7.Killing is the last method of survival, use it sparingly but without fear.
8.WHO WAS PHONE? is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead person's sexy daughter. A douche is who.
9.Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 silver bullets. If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation,
CreepyPasta- Two years agoYou've been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.
Every night, you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house, but you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night, you peek into your sister's room and see she's fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father's snore as you pass your parents' door.
You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally, one morning, you decide to tell your mother about your late-night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her, a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says,
"Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago."
You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead.
Lost Episode - Boss RossBefore Bob Ross had a career television show, he shot his own home videos from his basement. This was even before he was in the Air Force. His brother, Jim Ross, recovered most of the tapes from Bob's ex-wife's home in 1995 before the fire that burned it down. There was one particular home video that disturbed him greatly, which he describes in the following text.
Most of Bob's tapes were almost generally the same as The Joy of Painting. They were fun to watch as this was an earlier version of his work and he had more of a cartoonish style back then.
I remember the last tape I watched. The video was labeled 'Joy of Painting' so I assumed that's where the title for his show came from. The tape started the same, typical way you'd see on the real show. He was smiling in his basement with a blank canvas and a cart of paints, ready to spill his imagination and make it come to life.
I noticed most of the paints on his palette were of dark reds and blacks; there were no blues, yellows, or any
CreepyPasta- One of ThemAny night, around ten or eleven PM, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second - no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word, "One," out loud and stop.
Your breath will catch in your throat and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again - however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold, metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hur
Voice Box.I was tired, but i had to keep walking. My feet hurt and they felt as if they were bleeding, and they probably were.
With each step, i felt as if i was another world away. I looked ahead, the streets glowed from the overhead shine of streetlights.
"Where was I?" I began to ask myself, but i quickly realized i didn't care.
Anything was better than the alternative.
My revolving questions became "What street am I on?", as i looked around, i saw no indication of a sign, but i trudged on anyway.
I ran away from home, most kids say they will do it, but they always chicken out.
I was surprised i did it.
It was tempting to go back, but i didn't. Its been 3 days, i have been living off the $15 i stole from my mothers purse, and it's been far too late for me to walk home and try to pretend nothing happened.
Its hard to imagine, 3 straight days of walking, (except for the 3-4 hours i slept a night).
I could already imagine "The have you seen me" poster
It would say my name in bold print, Ph
Into The NightmareInto The Nightmare
InuXKag one shot
"You never know what you have till you've lost it," -Alyson Noel
It was a perfect day. The air was clear and fresh, the sun was shining bright with no clouds in sight, and the birds and bees were flying around with no threat. All in all the day was exactly what Inuyasha needed; that and his wife, Kagome.
She had come back just six months prior and made his life absolutely complete. He had made every day count; loving her, being with her, spending almost every second with her. Something he had failed to do three years ago. She was his best friend and forever his.
However, today he would have to spend some time away from her slaying a demon a few miles east. It had been terrorizing neighboring villages and disrupting crops. The villagers weren't too happy and wanted it to stop. That was when Inuyasha and Miroku agreed to help.
He kissed her goodbye this morning staying that he would make it up to her tonight. This was resulted from a long 'awe' fro
Creepypasta: The Greatest Show on Earth!
If your listening to this, warning: you have a choice to make. Continue on listening and learn the way of the circus or stop..and let it all be a mystery...if you choose to listen on..you'll be charged if you make it to the end...something awaits for you.
Come all to the greatest show on Earth!
The Ringmaster says day after day, Monday through Friday. He's sick and tired of saying that phrase over and over again. Who blames him?
Dare Devil's await their turn to bring the crowd up on their feet. Did you know that the "safety net" really isn't there? Hehe...it's all an illusion. If they fall....oh to bad. Do you believe me...you shouldn't believe a puppet or the puppeteer.
The Hairy Lady is next in line, what a beautiful soul she is. Many ask where does all that hair come from? I'll tell you...from others. The people who did not pay their way into the circus, the Bearded Lady rips all their hair out and t
Strange dreamThis morning when I woke up, I had only been asleep for a few hours, I was still very tired, so I went back to sleep...and had quite a strange lucid dream...
My dream started with me standing in the middle of some town, in an estate filled with houses. I was standing in the middle of the road, some cars were parked outside a few of the houses but the whole place was quiet...too quiet. I looked around, it looked like it was evening time, the sky was dim, and the sun would be setting soon. None of the houses had their lights on. This town was completely empty. Not a single man, woman or child in sight. So I just stood there for a minute and looked ahead of me. Where the lines of houses ended, there was a small grassy patch, surrounded by trees. I took a few steps closer, and stood on the grass. Looking down I saw a square of dirt with no grass growing on it, and a large cardboard box with crude crayon drawings of sad looking children all over them, each one seemingly hol
Sunny (english)The couple was still in the room, in which the woman had brought their common child to the world. Right away, gave me the midwife that newborn child. I looked at it more closely. It was a girl. Bright skin, eyes still closed and she was still warmly, and in a healthy condition. She was perfect.
“They'll be surprised, when I doesn't show them the child”, said the midwife unsurely.
“Shall not disturb us further”, I though, and turned my back to her.
“Oh, ok then. What should I do?”, she asked me still with an uncertain voice.
“Go away! And let nobody come in here, no matter what you hear! You’ll stay also outside”, I reply.
I put the newborn now in the hands of the midwife, and took care that she didn’t go to the couple.
I took the scalpel, and hidden it behind my back. So I went to the apparently happy couple.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t we able to see our child?”, the man asked me easily outraged, whi
(TF2) He's a Monster"Kill him," that voice mumbled inside the BLU's messed up and static filled head. "kill him and make me proud."
'Hey, Scout, what 'appened in-... ...S-son, what are you doin' with that there knife...?' The BLU Engineer carefully spoke, watching as his team-mate approached him with a blank and emotionless stare, his eyes reading nothing but hate and a loathing to kill, and even a tint of red sparkled in them. The Texas man had made the great mistake in investigating the bone-chilling screams of their Solider and Demoman from the kitchen area, only to find the boy standing over them, clutching tightly at the butcher's knife with blood splattered all over the place. As soon as they met eye contact, Scout had slowly started to stalk him, the knife remaining at his side.
'...' He tilted his head as he stared at him, as if trying to think his words through. His eyes remained slightly red, but he clutched the bloodied knife tighter. "Do the same to him as you did to Solider a
His MollThe woman standing in front of the Don was small and unassuming. Her dark hair pinned back into a tight bun at the nape of her, and her thin, pale fingers grasper tightly at the edge of her blazer, an obvious nervous tick.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your busy schedule Sir, but I was in need of telling someone who might be able to help me." she said quietly, her voice soft, sweet and frightened.
"No need to apologize sweetheart,I'm always obliged to help a member of the family. So tell me, what's going on Louise?"
The woman, Louise, took a deep breath, a hand twitching up towards where her thick, black bangs hung over one of her eyes.
"I uh...I don't know how to say it..." she pushed her fringe out of her face to reveal a dark purpled bruise circled her pale blue eye, so swollen her eye itself was nearly swollen completely shut.
"Louise...What? What happened?" the Don's voice was angry, though not at Lou.
"I-I was late with supper, it wasn't quite finished when he came home and he got real
Horror: Through the Looking Glass(WARNING: Strong themes involving death)
I had to say goodbye to her again today. I had to. It's been just like every other time so far. I watch the pain cross her features. I want to reach for her so badly but nothing seems to get through. It used to be really scary to watch her like this. I guess you get used to everything after a while no matter how painful it is.
I watch her make a slip knot and check it carefully. Her touch over the fabric is disturbingly gentle and warm. I want desperately to say something to her but I can't. All I can do is watch as she places the soft silk around her neck again. I want to scream at her but I know it won't do any good. She won't be able to hear me even if I do. It won't change anything at all.
I feel the cold air rush over me again as she opens the closet door and starts gathering clothing. It's like this every time but why can't I stop it! I feel sick and can taste bile rising into the back of my throat as she starts to carefully place the item
El origen de CS parte 5EL ORIGEN DE CS
Diario auditivo 5 de la doctora Eleanor
Los progresos que hemos hecho en estos meses han sido…… interesantes, al principio pensé que sería más fácil construir el prototipo para viajar entre universos con la ayuda de otros científicos, pero por desgracia solo lo complican más, siguen escépticos ante mis teorías, dudan mucho que el experimento funcione, pero por suerte, reciente mente descubrí algo interesante, existe un invento que crearon como arma para enfrentar a los hambrientos, básica mente tiene el aspecto de un machete electrificado que descarga una potente energía eléctrica, me di cuenta que con los ajustes necesarios y dividiendo el machete haciendo que tenga una forma en “V” puede crear suficiente energía para construir el prototipo, claro, este prototipo tendría un tamaño pequeño, no podríamos via
Fact and FancyHow dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,
And wreck the solace of the poet's mood!
Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art,
Rejects the language of the glowing heart;
Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;
Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause;
Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review,
And sneers because his fables are untrue!
In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast
The grateful legends of the storied past;
Whose tongue in censure flays th' embellish'd page,
And scorns the comforts of a dreary age:
Wouldst strip the foliage from the vital bough
Till all men grow as wisely dull as thou?
Happy the man whose fresh, untainted eye
Discerns a Pantheon in the spangled sky;
Finds sylphs and dryads in the waving trees,
And spies soft Notus in the southern breeze
For whom the stream a cheering carol s
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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