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Look After Me, BrotherSummary: Michelangelo has grown up. It only took the zombie apocalypse and the loss of a brother to give him the strength to do what is necessary. One Shot. 2k12 Nick 'verse.
Rated: T - Tragedy/Horror - Words: 3,817
'A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.' –Steward Alsop
The wheels wobbled across the cracked concrete, spraying grit. Rattling and jiggling as he popped over the curb, sliding along the edge for a moment before kicking off again into the gravel-strewn street, just outside the storm drain, weaving around pot holes; hands over his head, palms resting on the top of it. Behind him four dogs chased, tongues wagging and feet galloping with untrimmed nails clacking along with the noise of the skateboard.
Mikey glanced behind himself and laughed, a genuine, teasing sound, without malice. He
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (1)
Summer is that time of the year when the days are long and hot and the nights are short and cool. This year, the nights were strangely cold. On Manhattan Beach Park in Brooklyn, New York, a young college couple, named Jane Collins and Jack Harrison were lying on their backs in the bed of a pickup truck. They guzzled down bottled iced tea and gazed up at the stars, and then Jane had a different idea.
“Jack, com’n!” said Jane as she sat up. “Let’s go swimming!” She starting tugging on Jack’s arm and pulling him up.
“Pass!” Jack replied while resisting. “It’s too cold and I didn’t pack a suit.”
“Oh, you’re such a wimp!” Jane shouted.
She let go of Jack’s arm, and then she took off her jacket, shirt and jeans, revealing a skimpy bathing suit. Jack just laughed and slumped onto his back while Jane ran straight for the water. She dove in
In Harms Way: Chapter 3"And we all know what happened this mornin'! I don't know what that son of a bitch is gonna do next!" Kenny said.
"So you wanna ring the dinner bell for a herd of walkers to show up? How is that better?" Mike added.
"Cause this place'll be fuckin' chaos when that thing hits! No one'll be paying attention to us and that's when we go! That's our opening! We just gotta figure out a way to draw em to us."
"Your friend here wants us to get killed by lurkers before Bill can do it." Rebecca said as she looked at Clementine.
"What is it with you?" Kenny growled.
"Maybe Luke could help us, he's outside he wanted me or Leah to get him a radio so he can keep an eye on the guards." Clementine mentioned.
"Thank you, that's the plan I vote for." Rebecca smiled.
"Wait- you know about Luke?" I asked.
"He flagged us down when the guards weren't lookin' told us his plan.... mentioned he talked to you two." Mike said.
"If Luke can tell us where the guards are then that's how we'll escape." Rebecca said.
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (2)
The GEP and the Madagascar Crew rondevued at Manhattan Beach Park. The sight was packed with tourists young and old, whole humans and anthros alike. With surf boards in hand, Prowl and Blaze wasted no time heading for the water.
“Wait up-a for me!” Stefano cried out as he ran after them.
“Guys!” Cassie called out to them. “We got work to do!”
“Relax, Cas,” Jag said as he was unpacking his laptop and satellite equipment “It’ll take me a while to finish setting up anyway. You should all go have fun.”
“Need some help,” asked Melman.
“Yes, thank you, Melman.”
All the while Jag and Melman were monitoring the water for activity via sonar, everyone else was having fun in the sun. Tye, Zuba and Florrie were building sandcastles. Gloria was getting herself a tan. Casey, Cassie, Palladon and Alex were playing volley ball against Vitaly, Gia, Marty and Leonette.
Amid The Ruins: Chapter 1I ran through the herd, stumblimg and tripping over my own feet, even had to take down a few walkers. My heart was racing fast, all I could do was run after Sarah, she was running in a sort of zig-zag pattern which made it harder for me to keep up with her, although she was screaming so I could still follow her voice.
"SARAH!" I screeched. I ran straight into something, I got my knife at the ready, most likely getting ready to pierce a walker. But it was Luke, he grabbed my arm. I took a deep breath and called out to him, "Luke you need to help me!" I admitted, asking help from Luke was something I didn't think I'd ever hear myself say.
"Go get Sarah I'll be right behind you!" Luke yelled as he nudged me own forward.
Once again I quickly followed Sarah, she was still in my sight and I dodged walkers on the way towards her. Surprisingly enough we both made it out of the herd and into an opening path in the forest, although there were still some walkers following me I kept running. "Sara
Stitches (Creepy Pasta Original Story) Part 1 Stitches... that's what people call me now, but before I was stitches I was an actual human girl. I had friends, I had a family, it was pretty much the perfect life. Yeah I know what you're thinking. "Jeez lady does every story have to start of so stupidly?" Pretty much. Except it was that perfect life that caused this mess, and now I'm going to tell you why I crave the sweet taste of blood.
It was sometime in October. We were all at school eating our lunches in the cafeteria when my friend, Destiny, decided that the five of us friends, me, Chris, Eric, Lea, and herself, were going to have a movie night at her house. I accepted of course, but felt a bit empty inside being as though Destiny and Eric where dating and Lea and Chris where dating. I was the odd ball who was, of course, dateless.
That afternoon when school got out I walked
Slender - Urban Angel, Archer End
Offender didn’t seem to take any notice to Archer’s wailing as his head dipped down to the wounds just below the ribcage. Archer squirmed when he felt something warm and wet snake around his wounds, occasionally letting out grunting sounds in distress as it silvered inside the damage. There was heat of pain against his cold skin. So hot it felt like it was burning.
Archer probably would of just laid down and accepted fate if Offender hadn’t of decided to torture him. Yes, maybe Archer had deserved this… maybe, but he wasn’t going to let this Slender see any submission. Stubborn Archer was, he wasn’t making any difference to the lapping Offender was doing.
His claws raked against the dirt as the burning increased.
What the hell is Offender up to? Was he savouring the taste or making the wounds worse? Archer let out a loud hiss as his maw ripped open and wide, his chest suddenly felt… numb. Just to be sure Archer breathed harder but felt nothing.
The Monster Hunters 8 1/2Ben screamed. Mark kicked Ben in the side again , blood spilled out of Ben's mouth. "I'm going to make you feel as much pain as I have....and more!" Mark gestured to his missing arm. Ben smiled, blood covering his pointed teeth. This disgusted Mark, he kicked Ben again. This was harder and more forcefully than the last one. The blow knocked the very breath out of him. Ben lay sprawled out the floor, gasping violently. "Take the son of a bitch in." Mark said in a cold monotone.
Devil Boy - IntroductionDevil Boy
My name is Nicholas Veresk to my damned mother and father. I am called A Careless Soul by my comrades-in-arms within the Charnel Worms, a moniker given to me by none other than the King of Worms himself. But some call me something else. It’s a nickname I’ve grown rather fond of, because it describes me and what I’m about quite well in just two words.
They call me devil boy.
This must be confusing, or at the very least it must seem out of context, which it is. Well, my tale is complicated with many twists and turns. Heh. Twists and turns, twisting and turning like a body hanging from a noose in the placid midnight zephyr. I do understand I’m going off-topic here, but have you ever seen a hanged man? I have, once, and since that revelatory moment the imagery has always filled me with peace. As you’re possibly beginning to speculate, at a certain point in the story I will summarize for you shortly, I began to see myself in every sense w
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Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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