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More of my old junk from my old forum..
« on: 02:20:26 PM 12/16/15 »
I remember I wrote this in my first or second or maybe even third year of high school.. so I'd have been about 12-13 or 14 idk.. I remember that we'd started a school magazine and our teacher had said that we could submit stories and poems and stuff.. I'd pretty much just discovered horror stuff, stories and poems etc so I came up with this.. I remember it so distinctly because it got me into a shitload of trouble lol.. but meh... nobody except for me found it funny.. :( and yeah.. I know it's dumb but I was just a derpy kid back then..

~The thing in our cellar~

Down in our cellar there's a horrible thing.
Every morning at six it starts to sing.
It's voice is awful-we block up our ears,
it's been in our cellar for years and years.
The thing in our cellar will rip off your head,
and chomp on your skull until you are dead.
The thing in our cellars got animal like jaws,
and huge pointed teeth and razor sharp claws.
The thing in our cellar will rip you to pieces.
The thing in our cellar has lots of diseases.
Its heads all rotten and covered in mould
that's eaten its ears-so its deaf, but I'm told...
it doesn't need ears, it can track you by smell.
I think its crawled out from the bowels of hell.
The thing in our cellar stinks like a bin of dead cats.
Can you hear the scared cellar rats?
But, wait! What is that splintering noise?
That heavy breathing?, growling voice?
The dank smell of death seeps up our stairs.
We're locked in the bathroom saying our prayers.
A screechy scratching sound on our bathroom door,
as the wood caves in we see a rotted yellow claw.
Maybe it's hungry, We should have fed it, I think.
Into our flesh its teeth will sink.
And now, though in body and flesh we are gone,
In Spirit with our cellar friend we exist as one

end.......

Well the school magazine wouldn't publish it.....heh


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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #1 on: 02:58:04 PM 12/16/15 »
Huh, that was neat
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« Reply #2 on: 03:08:17 PM 12/16/15 »
That was pretty damn cool  8)
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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #3 on: 03:09:44 PM 12/16/15 »
Thanks :)

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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #4 on: 03:27:17 PM 12/16/15 »
This is another one from around the same time... The Auntie in the poem is actually a real aunt who I disliked (she was a total witch ;p)

~The Ungrateful Zombies~

With eyeless sockets and grinning mouths
the Zombies came to tea.
I gave them honey, bread and jam
For desert they ate Auntie
Betty, who was never really very nice
In fact she was downright nasty.
I'd planned to put her in a savoury dish,
but the Zombies didn't like pasty.
I'd got a hammer and split her skull,
then ground her in the mangle.
It was very messy, she screamed a lot
And her guts got in a tangle.
Eventually I got cleaned up...
I rinsed my hands to keep them cool.
I scraped the red goo off the mangle,
And Betty's a strawberry fool.
I've got rid of the bag at last, I thought
as I phoned the Zombies up with glee...
Unfortunately the meal wasn't big enough,
Cos the Zombies then ate me.

~end~

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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #5 on: 03:31:44 PM 12/16/15 »
That was pretty silly
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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #6 on: 03:38:35 PM 12/16/15 »
It was supposed to be silly.. I just used to like stupid random rhyming stuff... I thought I'd thrown all my old stuff away.. I forgot I'd put a few of them on that old forum back then.. I only found them by chance when I randomly checked out the old place to see if it was there..  :)

Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #7 on: 08:42:24 PM 12/16/15 »
Aw that one's so cute! :3
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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #8 on: 09:56:59 PM 12/16/15 »
You should write more creepypasta stories! You seem to have a natural talent for the slightly unsettling.  :D

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« Reply #9 on: 04:13:16 AM 12/17/15 »
I used to write a ton of stuff, stories and poetry (poems mainly) but that was years ago while in my teens.. and while most teen girls back then did the emo/talkaboutfeelings stuff.. I just liked gross splat horror stuff. I eventually came to the conclusion that everything was crap and threw it all away at some point, probably when my life got a lot more serious.. I started writing again around 5 or 6 years ago, but I don't get the time to do it as often as I'd like..

The stuff I'm posting in this thread was stuff I didn't even remember saving..


The Postman

Once upon a morning dreary, my eyes were bloodshot, tired and bleary.
My head was pounding, 'till I couldn't take any more.
While I snuggled, in my blankets, I huddled,
Thinking about many a quaint and curious cocktail, drunketh the night before.
drunketh, sunketh the night before, then came a knocking at my door.
T'was the postman with his letters. Only this and nothing more.
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« Reply #10 on: 12:28:58 PM 12/17/15 »
Another old one.. this was an entry for a competition.. not a massive comp or anything (though not a tiny one either) and the theme was sadness.... so I came up with this.. it was one of the few things I wrote when I was younger that I quite liked and didn't think was 100% sucky... it actually won the comp, and later I entered it in another (much smaller competition and it won that as well) I think this was the only one I didn't actively tear up and burn lol..




~She barely left a mark~

She stood there on the edge of play,
Silently watching the game.
A quiet little girl in a clean white dress,
longing to join in and be heard.
Mummy said, "Don't you'll make a mess
got to stay smart, it's your Sunday best."
So she stayed
And she watched
And no-one saw her
at all.
Mummy said "you must be a good little girl,
children need to be seen and not heard."
So she sat, she never spoke, or moved
And no-one noticed, at all.
She grew up in this world, did that tiny girl
A presence barely there...
she worked hard every single day,
Never complained at the minimum pay.
Went home to her mother, all fragile and old
"You don't need a husband you've got me" she was told.
Now years went by and the old mother died,
That middle aged woman sat down and she cried.
She sat in the house, now she's all alone
No family photos, it's barely a home.
So she sat, she never spoke
And no-one noticed at all.
More years went by and now she's old
Her body is tired, her heart feels cold.
She so wants to live, she knows that now.
She wants to get that Sunday best dress covered in mud.
She wants to mess her hair and skin her knees.
But she can't, she doesn't know how.
She wants to shout from the rooftops with a voice so loud
That everyone would hear her and then turn around,
and see, and smile, and wave.
But she can't,
so they don't.
And she is tired.
Tired of aching, tired of waiting, tired of being.
She laid on her bed and she made not a sound.
Her chest moved slowly up and down,
then stopped....
A tiny sigh
then nothing, no goodbye.
The new day dawned all brilliant and bright
Laughing children played outside
unaware...
The world kept on turning,
The sun kept on shining,
unaware...
She was gone, and no-one cared.
She'd barely left a mark.

~end~

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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #11 on: 12:41:09 PM 12/17/15 »
Oh jeez, I was sitting in lunch when I read it. That made me really sad. Good work Lyca
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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #12 on: 12:43:15 PM 12/17/15 »
Id like to read it... but Im on the hype train and I dont wanna stop a feelsville
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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #13 on: 01:31:37 PM 12/17/15 »
Dr. Seuss of spook. Dr. Spooks.

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Re: More of my old junk from my old forum..
« Reply #14 on: 01:48:47 PM 12/17/15 »
I feel like theres a dr who joke but i haven't really watched it that much.
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