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There are far stranger things in the forest. Silent, watching things. Dark and slender things. This story is an attempt to try writing a first-"person" POV story for the central antagonist of the Slenderman Mythos instead of a human character. Please be nice if you're a super-serious Slenderfan. Rated for some brief strong language and some gore.

"I've taken my few falls from grace/Danced with darkness, loved the taste." Please R&R

"But they don't know what it is to be insane...They've never looked out their window to see an angel winking at them, as a tiny red devil tears out her feathers one by one..." Please R&R

"Fathers' tears to daughters' ears/Is there a worse sound?" Please R&R

…I’m afraid of being left alone. Please R&R

I'm not the one with all the grace... Please R&R

Time whispered, “It won’t be long until you’re dead.” Please R&R

I swear. A/N: This fucking collection is so embarrassing. OMG.

Watch it! Are you blind or something?" "I am blind you idiot!" I so happen to be screaming at Xavier Wellington, one of the top richest and hottest bachelor ever...yay mee

A psychological killer-dangerous, demented, deranged...in love...life is a dance...you choose the way you move, where you go, who you dance with, but in the end, or maybe before that, everyone dances with death...my first story...please review...

The Anventures of Gothic Chick, Dancer Girl, and ArtGirl. Little short stories of little pieces of myslef!

Boredome in school.

A poem I had to write for school...What is black? Please take a look...R&R!

...My darkest fantasy/On wings big and black/It's a fact/You say I'm crazy/You say I lie/But you haven't felt/The pain I feel inside...You can't change me/My thoughts My mind/Even the slowest form of suicide/Love cannot stop time...R&R please.

I've been with you all along, through the right, and the wrong...through the sun and the storm, good and the bad, I've been with you all along showing you all along, that i loved you all along...

Night calls softly to those who listen, wings in the moonlight, brightly glisten...

Creativeness. Name Chosen at random. Means wings Blade. *shrug* R&R please.

If a vampire didn't know what it was.... "A light breeze moves the upper branches and the sun and shade flicker across the boy’s fair skin. His hair, lighter than I have ever seen, is paler than straw. He can’t be real. He is too beautiful."

What could be so special about an ugly old pebble?

Song I wrote for history class. I changed the words to What Hurts the Most. I made it into What Hurts Roanoke the Most. My parents think its funny.

The story has been told hundreds of times. Boy falls for Girl, Girl Falls for Boy. Only they don't live happily ever after. One reason, he is a vampire, and she is a human. *Not a Twilight Story*

Terror. Dread. Anticipation. Information .Need. Acceptance.

The companion piece to Lightening Roses. Presequal

A less dreamy side of love

A snapshot is all I have left.

Who do I turn to?

a sonnet.

Classic Questions

Finding out your ex-boyfriend has a new girlfriend while your still in love with him hurts.

Usually, when you ask a child what his or her favorite place is, they most likely will not say a graveyard.

A song for love...and streetlamps

I've never really realized how much I seem like a lost ghost. I can't even have fun at a party at a tea shop while watching 'Alice and Wonderland! Wait, what's this Ren guy doing? He's asking me to dance?

God and the Devil have a discussion over tea.

All she does is sit there...

Sebastion contemplates his love for a human girl, can he hold back his thirst to keep her alive? Will he steal her soul? Short Story

Being the school reject is hard. It's even harder when you get sent to the school shrink's office because of it. But is this guy really trying to help? Short Story

On the day of Dash Webber's seventeenth birthday, he visits the grave site of his twin brother and tries to apologize for his act in his brother's death.

Song that can have several meanings but about event that has happened with my family that's still going on

Written in memory of a close, close friend who was lost decades too soon.

Epiphanies are boring. And bitter.

A very short love story about a human and merman.

This was inspired by a piece of modern art, a moment in my editing class and an old poem of mine it's actually an incredibly drastic rewrite of Lipstick Lovers

I write poetry about people whom I have never met.

Just read and find out

How is it right that you havn't read this yet?

A song i wrote about people who have been abused and found freedom...kinda sad but enjoy!

now here, within the faded loss of day, / the night is calmer, softer, gentler, true. / to banish wanderlust’s cruel naïveté, / the moon lies overturned in velvet blue.

see if you can figure out the message.

this is my first sonnet. please don't point out that it isn't in iambic pentameter, I know that is where I fail as a writer.

They would merely think that she was psychotic. Psychotic. Ha. No, she wasn’t psychotic. She was very capable of rational thought just like the next sane person. No, for this to be psychotic she wouldn’t walk so calmly into her death sentence.

Counter lyrics to S.H.E.'s 你最近还好吗?.

You're sick of writing for five minutes and not getting any good, aren't you? And not getting good reviews either, right? Well, that can all be solved using my guide to Fictionpress GOD status! Now revised.

He says I have no reason to be afraid, but I do. The reason is his hands.

Something I did along time ago. It makes me think of writing a story. Do you agree? Again, using the taste,sounds, etc.

About being feeling ashamed of someone you love, and usually feel proud of.

I didn't think he had feelings, or that he ever cried, but then I heard his voice. Abusive parent

About a cutter who is becoming interested by death. R&R please

About an abused girl who cuts herself instead of hurting others. Please R&R

It's about arguing with my mother. Please R&R

A poem about not liking your abuser, but still loving your father. Please R&R

They could only watch helplessly as a wingless angel flew to her beloved. It was too late that they realized: the girl who drowned the world in her tears killed herself with a smile.

This poison called deceit flows in my veins

inspired by a real storm I was in and something one of my friends said.

True story. It happened to me.

Can’t manage to finish the stories you start? Contracted writer’s block? Need a little help with summaries? Stop dodging flying vegetables. This is for you.

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Two little poems I had, and I didn't want to waste site space with putting them seperately. I wanted to share these cause I love the first one! ^^