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Merry Christmas and happy new year
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Got some neat pics at that Zoo
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i loved to go to that zoo a few weeks ago, and petting a tiger is sooooooooo awesome.
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Under my skin
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Can you feel it, that tickling feeling under your skin ?
I do, since that day.
you know thoses story about theses peoples that got bitten by bug and then they get some eggs under their skin ? yeah, disgusting. i also though they were fake. did you know that some fly can lay eggs in your wounds and then their larva will feast from your dead skin cell and else ? id didn't know too.
but i know now.
like 3 days ago, i scratched my arm on the table. stupid table . i got a scratch but it wasn't so bad
yeah, i though it wasn't so bad. if i only knew .
a few days later. i started to fell my wound startijg to be itchy. as we say, it mean it healing right ?. yeah i though so too .
then the next day, i felt something weird, something wrong from my arm .
i felt something move in my wound. it wasn't healing. it was something alive
as i started to check under my bandage, i saw something move under my skin.
THERE WERE SOMETHING UNDER MY SKIN !!!!!
no it can't be.
that like the script of some B movie, it can't be true .
No no no no. can't be true,
i then rushed to the hospital, the doctor checked the wound and say it was healing quite good, he said that most of the dead skin and coagulate blood was gone (no shit that thing under my skin ate it all) and then said that nothing was wrong.
NOTHING WAS WRONG ? i have something under my skin you dumbf**** !!!
But he didn't saw anything, but he still gave me some antibiotic. just in case.
as i came back, i checked my arm, not weird shape on my skin, no weird movement .
maybe it was my imagination ?
i could feel something tickling but can't see anything. i should get some painkiller.
i think my mom still have some, from my operation last month, good god they were strong.
Eyup, she still have some maybe it will help me relax.
After a hour, i felt completely out of this world.
It funny, when i look at the wall it seem like they are made of water and they move.
and i feel all tickling too .
Hahahaha the roof is full of stars, and there is ghost everywhere,
What is that ? someone in my room ?
Ho no! It just the mirror . good god. the pill must have fucked up my eyesight, i can see strange sight .
is that something in my face ? it moving .
No, no it disappear. Must be my imagination
But good god, i have one heck of a headache
Like there is something munching my head
Must be one heck of a headache ..........my nose is bleeding
I.........I think i gonna pass out
i..........don't feel good
why is there a bug coming out of my ear ?
I do, since that day.
you know thoses story about theses peoples that got bitten by bug and then they get some eggs under their skin ? yeah, disgusting. i also though they were fake. did you know that some fly can lay eggs in your wounds and then their larva will feast from your dead skin cell and else ? id didn't know too.
but i know now.
like 3 days ago, i scratched my arm on the table. stupid table . i got a scratch but it wasn't so bad
yeah, i though it wasn't so bad. if i only knew .
a few days later. i started to fell my wound startijg to be itchy. as we say, it mean it healing right ?. yeah i though so too .
then the next day, i felt something weird, something wrong from my arm .
i felt something move in my wound. it wasn't healing. it was something alive
as i started to check under my bandage, i saw something move under my skin.
THERE WERE SOMETHING UNDER MY SKIN !!!!!
no it can't be.
that like the script of some B movie, it can't be true .
No no no no. can't be true,
i then rushed to the hospital, the doctor checked the wound and say it was healing quite good, he said that most of the dead skin and coagulate blood was gone (no shit that thing under my skin ate it all) and then said that nothing was wrong.
NOTHING WAS WRONG ? i have something under my skin you dumbf**** !!!
But he didn't saw anything, but he still gave me some antibiotic. just in case.
as i came back, i checked my arm, not weird shape on my skin, no weird movement .
maybe it was my imagination ?
i could feel something tickling but can't see anything. i should get some painkiller.
i think my mom still have some, from my operation last month, good god they were strong.
Eyup, she still have some maybe it will help me relax.
After a hour, i felt completely out of this world.
It funny, when i look at the wall it seem like they are made of water and they move.
and i feel all tickling too .
Hahahaha the roof is full of stars, and there is ghost everywhere,
What is that ? someone in my room ?
Ho no! It just the mirror . good god. the pill must have fucked up my eyesight, i can see strange sight .
is that something in my face ? it moving .
No, no it disappear. Must be my imagination
But good god, i have one heck of a headache
Like there is something munching my head
Must be one heck of a headache ..........my nose is bleeding
I.........I think i gonna pass out
i..........don't feel good
why is there a bug coming out of my ear ?
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Story from the grave
4 min read
Where ?? where i am ? it so dark and so cold here.
i try to scream but i can't , i can moan, but i can't talk.
It seem that i can barely move, where am i ? the roof ? the walls ? they seem to be made of.....made of silk ? How is that possible, but behind it, it seem hard. hard like, wood ?
A coffin ? I'm in a coffin ? Am i dead ?
I'm cold, i can barely move, my heart, i can't feel it. It doesn't beat. How is that possible ? how can i be dead and still be conscious ?
I must get out, i must break free.
As i ripped the silk i felt the wood behind it. as cold and as dead as me, but.........rotten, weaker than me. i can break it,
As the wood broke i felt the earth falling on me.
closer i'm closer of the surface, i dug my way to the surface.
Finally i'm out of my own grave, i can see the moon and look at my new neighborhood. hundreds of other grave, all opened
Am i not the only one ? we are many ?
at that moment i smelled something, it smell so good
Good god i'm hungry , it feel like i didn't eat in century's
i must find something to eat, as i though that i started to walk slowly to the epicenter of this smell.
as i slowly walked to this way, slower than i ever walked i saw others, others people like me who look like they got out of their grave and walking in the same way as me.
I wonder if they are also looking for something to eat ?
finally i can see a house that probably where this mouthwatering smell is coming from ?
as i come closer i can see others like me, laying on the ground, some with their head detached of their body, others with hole in it. others with literally a axe in their head.
This is the most disgusting scene i saw. is that what is waiting for me ?
I tried to cry but my eyes are dry
and then the hunger came back, stronger than ever. it almost painful but i can't feel pain
as i entered the house , the smell became stronger, as i followed the smell it brought be to the master room. not the kitchen ? how is that possible?
as i came closer i saw trail of blood going this way
As i came in i saw a women , she was holding what seem to be her kid. he seemed inanimate, and badly wounded
She wasn't in a better shape though, her arm was badly scratched. she was holding a knife in her other hand
She was looking both scared, and furious. She was looking at me
as i looked at her , i tried to tell her to not be afraid, but only a moan could be heard
then i started to look at her, look at her arm. And that smell , i finally understand what it was.........the smell of blood
I realized where that hunger was coming from.
And she look so beautiful, she look so good,
She must be so good, taste so good
The hunger, that damned hunger
I guess diner is served
Please god, forgive me for what i'm about to do
The hunger.........
i try to scream but i can't , i can moan, but i can't talk.
It seem that i can barely move, where am i ? the roof ? the walls ? they seem to be made of.....made of silk ? How is that possible, but behind it, it seem hard. hard like, wood ?
A coffin ? I'm in a coffin ? Am i dead ?
I'm cold, i can barely move, my heart, i can't feel it. It doesn't beat. How is that possible ? how can i be dead and still be conscious ?
I must get out, i must break free.
As i ripped the silk i felt the wood behind it. as cold and as dead as me, but.........rotten, weaker than me. i can break it,
As the wood broke i felt the earth falling on me.
closer i'm closer of the surface, i dug my way to the surface.
Finally i'm out of my own grave, i can see the moon and look at my new neighborhood. hundreds of other grave, all opened
Am i not the only one ? we are many ?
at that moment i smelled something, it smell so good
Good god i'm hungry , it feel like i didn't eat in century's
i must find something to eat, as i though that i started to walk slowly to the epicenter of this smell.
as i slowly walked to this way, slower than i ever walked i saw others, others people like me who look like they got out of their grave and walking in the same way as me.
I wonder if they are also looking for something to eat ?
finally i can see a house that probably where this mouthwatering smell is coming from ?
as i come closer i can see others like me, laying on the ground, some with their head detached of their body, others with hole in it. others with literally a axe in their head.
This is the most disgusting scene i saw. is that what is waiting for me ?
I tried to cry but my eyes are dry
and then the hunger came back, stronger than ever. it almost painful but i can't feel pain
as i entered the house , the smell became stronger, as i followed the smell it brought be to the master room. not the kitchen ? how is that possible?
as i came closer i saw trail of blood going this way
As i came in i saw a women , she was holding what seem to be her kid. he seemed inanimate, and badly wounded
She wasn't in a better shape though, her arm was badly scratched. she was holding a knife in her other hand
She was looking both scared, and furious. She was looking at me
as i looked at her , i tried to tell her to not be afraid, but only a moan could be heard
then i started to look at her, look at her arm. And that smell , i finally understand what it was.........the smell of blood
I realized where that hunger was coming from.
And she look so beautiful, she look so good,
She must be so good, taste so good
The hunger, that damned hunger
I guess diner is served
Please god, forgive me for what i'm about to do
The hunger.........
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another sinister story
2 min read
As i looked into the darkness, the darkness looked into my soul.
the monsters hidden under my bed always scared me, when i was a kid i wouldn't even step one foot outside of the bed since it would be ripped off , in my closet there were a tall and dark man, waiting for me to felt asleep to then come over me , watching me sleeping, trying to enter my mind and put vision of horror and nightmare fuel to drive me insane. outside there were a demon, hidden as a tree, who liked to look at me through the window and scratch the window with his claw, ready to grab me and drive me in the night.
as i grew older i though those monster could not hurt me,
ho god, the reality was much much worse than the fictional horror hidden in my mind
theses monster were real, the ripper, the creeper, the demon were really hiding , they were really waiting in the dark,
they were hiding in the deepest, darkest hole . way beneath the surface.
as i look into the darkness, the darkness looked into my soul...........as the darkness and the demon hiding inside were hiding inside my soul ready to emerge when i will be weak, broken and unable to fight them
then the darkness will be looking at your soul. from the depth of my black, dark soul
the monsters hidden under my bed always scared me, when i was a kid i wouldn't even step one foot outside of the bed since it would be ripped off , in my closet there were a tall and dark man, waiting for me to felt asleep to then come over me , watching me sleeping, trying to enter my mind and put vision of horror and nightmare fuel to drive me insane. outside there were a demon, hidden as a tree, who liked to look at me through the window and scratch the window with his claw, ready to grab me and drive me in the night.
as i grew older i though those monster could not hurt me,
ho god, the reality was much much worse than the fictional horror hidden in my mind
theses monster were real, the ripper, the creeper, the demon were really hiding , they were really waiting in the dark,
they were hiding in the deepest, darkest hole . way beneath the surface.
as i look into the darkness, the darkness looked into my soul...........as the darkness and the demon hiding inside were hiding inside my soul ready to emerge when i will be weak, broken and unable to fight them
then the darkness will be looking at your soul. from the depth of my black, dark soul
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