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'Reflection'

A young man was investigating the high street of the neighbourhood into which he'd recently moved. He found the usual: Bookshops, gadget store, cafes, the likes of an ordinary high street.
But after some browsing, he turned a corner, and came to a separate part of the street.
Cemented between two buildings and more like an alley than a street, it was eerily quiet, in comparison with the bustling outside.
There was only one shop here, an art shop, that looked as though it had been there since the 1800s at least. The name was indistinguishable through a tangle of cobwebs and vines, though oddly, a fire had been lit in side.
It was clearly still used, and, a feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach, he walked forward, and opened the door.
The soft tingle of a bell over the door announced him to whoever owned the shop, though there was no one inside, except for a large collection of paintings lining the walls, all supporting rather stern looking people.
Perhaps it was simply the flickering light of the fire, but did those eyes follow him, as he crossed the threshold, and wrang a small bell left on the counter.
No one replied, and as he was considering leaving, a door opened a glance, revealing a thin strip of dark against the faint blue walls.
Dread washing over him, the man stepped around the counter, and pushed the door open.
There was no immediate sign of who had opened it. Perhaps a draft had caught it? He couldn't see how, for it had been shut on a proper, lever activated handle, but that thought was far preferable to the prospect of whatever else it could have been.
Maybe the old owners had decided that these paintings weren't fit for human eyes, and the man had to agree with them. They showed the same people as were in the main shop, but this time they were grotesquely bent into doing hideous things to themselves.
Not sure why he was doing it, he walked forward, the scenes worsening. A pretty young girl whom he hadn't seen in the main building was being r***d by a half human THING. A woeful father was chopping up his child, while one unfortunate individual was raking his eyes out with a cactus.
Finally, the corridor ended, revealing one last picture on what appeared to be the far door. Unlike the others, however, the figure depicted here was wearing modern clothing. A pale-faced young man, who upon closer inspection, was being tailed by a dark, almost incomprehensible figure. But the glinting, long, thin object it was holding couldn't be anything but doom for the poor subject of the portrait.
As his eyes skimmed the frame, taking in its peculiar glint, the eyes of the man in the portrait followed.
Then he realised, that this wasn't a portrait...
It was a mirror.
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'Taking' Virginity Copypasta

We call it "taking" a virginity right? Well if you "take" it, does that mean now YOU have that virginity? Do you get a virginity stack every time you have sex with a new virgin? When two virgins have sex, who gets their virginity taken and who becomes the double virgin? If one of those "no sex before marriage" or "no sex at all" gods are real; do you go to double heaven for the double virginity, or do the virginities cancel each other out? What exactly defines "virginity"? If "a man laying with another man" is a sin, then maybe the b-hole loophole is not real at all... This also brings the question of: "In a universe where all living things have fight to evade the inevitable end to life and to reproduce so that the most precious concept in our universe, life, can keep going; why would the presumed creator of the said universe randomly decide sex is not cool after thousands of years of human history? Why would this god give a shit about anything we small insignificant specks of the universe do at all?"
With all of that being said, I guess what I'm trying to say is:
If you think Virginity is so cool you can take mine!
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'The Dark Side of the Moon' Chronicles, Part 1

I was taking a walk when, suddenly, it was dark. I was confused since it was only midnight. How could there be dark at midnight? I realized that the Illuminati must have been behind this, so I went and confronted them. I forgot to mention that I'm part of the official Illuminati. I joined last week and all meetings are held in our leader's basement. After asking his 60-year-old mom if we could stay up until 7:30, we went down, said our prayers to Satan, and sacrificed some random man in Satan's name. After ritualistically drinking the man's blood out of a spiritual rusty bucket, our meeting began. I told them about my observation and they were genuinely surprised. They said they had nothing to do with it and then told me that it was likely the thugs from the rival neighborhood. We knew we had to eliminate them to prevent the night being dark ever again, so we all got guns and went out. When we got there, we broke down every door and massacred every single person and pet in every house. When we ran out of ammo, we used kitchen knives. Whenever we emptied a house of life, we burned it down just to be sure. We spared one man's life to interrogate him about this.
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'The Dark Side of the Moon' Chronicles, Part 2

After knocking the man we captured out, we took him back to our base. We then used an electric shock to wake him up. When he woke up, he was naturally spooked. He was duct-taped to a lawn chair and there were car batteries attached to his nipples. He screamed, but we silenced him by stuffing the hands of his deceased roommates in his mouth. When it was clear that he would stop screaming, we removed the hands.
"So, are you responsible for the night being dark?", I said.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!", he said. He was obviously lying, so we gave him a painful shock with the car batteries. He started crying, so we cut out his eyes. He couldn't cry anymore.
"Care to try this one more time?", I said.
"I SAID I DON'T KNOW WHA-", he speaks but was quickly interrupted with a powerful electric shock. We accidentally used too much and he died, but it didn't matter. He wasn't gonna tell us what he knew no matter what we did. We knew what we had to do. We had to go to the destroyed neighborhood and salvage facts from there.
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'The Dark Side of the Moon' Chronicles, Part 3

When we got to the destroyed neighborhood that we had destroyed, we were shocked. The were secret agents everywhere, inspecting the damage and shit. We knew we'd have to be stealthy, so we attached silencers to our pistols and took most of the agents out silently and without anyone else noticing. Eventually, a lone vigilante noticed us and we tried to shoot him but we were out of ammo. In self-defense, he had no choice but to shoot me, but his safety was on. In the split-second it took for him to turn it off, we had all passed him and escaped, but I had stayed behind to strangle him to death.
We then saw some officers of the Syldavian army inspecting the area. After killing two, we took their grenades and sent two low-ranking members to do the dirty work. With the entire army gone, we continued and found an interesting thing in one of the houses. It was a poster of a triangle being penetrated by a rainbow, and the caption said, "Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon". We knew this was interesting, so we decided to seek out this "Pink Floyd". After doing some research, we found out they were due to perform in Toronto (I didn't mention that this story takes place in Canada, did I? In my universe, Canada and Syldavia have the same government!), so we went there, found them, and killed them all. The sun immediately rose and the dark faded. Hooray! Then we realized that the dark faded because it had become day. Damn! We frisked the bodies and found a cellphone. The cellphone's profile picture was of the color pink. Interesting...
We knew what to do now! We had to destroy everything pink!
3 months later, the color pink is finally eliminated, but it has become night and night is dark now. Damn! We realized that pink has four letters, and four rhymes with whore, and our leader's mom is a whore, which means...
BARACK OBAMA IS RESPONSIBLE!
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'The Dark Side of the Moon' Chronicles, Part 4

Three weeks had passed and the police were still looking for us. While on the hide-out we discovered something:
Obama has five letters; Pope has four letters
Five plus four is nine
Nine rhymes with pine
Pine rhymes with lime
Lime is a green lemon
Green
Green is the color of Kermit the Frog.
Frog rhymes with bog
Bog is a type of environment
Environment was spelled incorrectly in the above sentence
It was a typo
Typo has four letters
Four rhymes with door
Doors have hinges
Door hinge rhymes with orange
Oranges are orange
Orange has 6 letters
6 is the number after 5
There are four letters in the number 5
5 plus 4 is 9
6 + 9 is HAHAHAHAHAHA 69 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Laughter equals comedy
Mike Myers does comedy
Mike Myers is Canadian
Therefore, Canada is responsible for this mess!
So we nuked Canada, killing millions of innocents, and now we're undercover in another country. As we mentioned above, the police have been hunting us down for three weeks so far ever since we obliterated Canada with a nuke.
We saw some Syldavian soldiers arrive and massacre the entire village we were in for no reason, so we hid in a cave. In this cave, we discovered a polite-looking man with a beard. I spoke up and asked in Arabic (Did I mention that I have Arab blood and know Arabic?!?!?!?!?!?!) if he knew why the night was so dark. I also asked him nicely to not kill us. He spoke in Arabic and I translated.
He said, "How the fuck am I supposed to know that shit, man? Bro, I been locked up in this fuckin' cave for 69 years, bro I aint had noone to holla da news at me ever since i faked my death bro by the way did i mention im tupac and ive been disguised as this arab guy dis whole fuckin' time fool? yeahz i faked my death as tupac and became dis guy and THEN i faked my fuckin' death a second fuckin' time bro now get outta here bro 'fore I pop a cap in yo ass".
We were offended by his mean words so we left, but not before stealing his assault rifle. I was going to kill him, but the gang talked me out of it since Tupac was cool. We decided to just go kill some Syldavians instead.
After doing so, we realized that all these Syldavian soldiers were white and so were we, which meant that WE WERE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE NIGHT BEING DARK!!1!
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'Video Games'

Strange, don't you think? These 'video games'... Mere pixels, yet people are willing to go to great lengths to get them... Does it not intruige you that we humans are so transfixed by video games, though we were perfectly happy churning butter or sitting with our families before them? Well, it intruiges me...
Very recently, there was game released titled Grand Theft Auto V, a game that goes against human decency and morals, yet people are willing to stay up at midnight in a line waiting for it, and break into a fit when it gets delayed by half an hour. Personally, I think it is truly pitiful that people are willing to line up for such a game, where you break the law in millions of ways.
What I get concerned about the most... Is the children. Children recently take no warning to the age warnings on games, and will happily buy an M rated game from a store as a 10 year old, usually with the cashieer accepting this, and parents not being concerned about any of this.
Maybe it is not just games, but modern society, too. There is never a waking hour when two countries are not fighting and risking it's population over a unnecessary competitons of 'Who's the Toughest'. Truly pitiful. Think back to a few centuries ago, when there were in fact hours where two countries weren't fighting, when people listened to warnings, when we weren't risking each other's lives over pointless things. Where did those times go?
They disappeared, like sands in an hourglass, lost in the winds of time. As we get more and more advanced, we will only get more and more harmful and destructive, with bigger wars, bigger weapons, bigger risks... If we don't stop this, all life on this planet will end.... And it will be our fault. Can we really live like this?
This is just food for thought. There are many more things to be concerning ourselves with...
Game Over.
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'scary dora'

One night I was browsing youtube with my friend, looking at some random videos. I was looking at some rant video when I clicked on the link to a channel called 'scary dora'. The picture was a strange version of Dora, with a completely blank expression and dull eyes. There was only one video, titled 'where's the chapstick 4 am freestyle'. I clicked it, not knowing what I was in for...
It started off with a creature that resembled a bear, with human-like feet in the arm holes of a red hoodie. It sat there for about five seconds before standing up with a girl coming in frame. They then began to perform a strange ritual, with a weird song faintly playing in the background. I began to feel uncomfortable as my friend stopped talking. The girl's face then came into frame, revealing the face of Dora. I shouted and punched my monitor, but pressed on out of curiosity. the strange bear creature began to fall over and get back up constantly, with the Dora-girl waving her hands down at the ground. The creature then hit itself against the wall, but somehow survived the blow. The girl was still chanting, not even paying attention to the possible injury of this... thing. The creature began to chant in what sounded like an other-worldly language, before jumping up and smacking its feet together. The girl then fell on her back, before spreading her legs and smacking them together like the creature did. They both stayed on the ground performing the ritual, when the creature rolled on it's back, revealing human flesh underneath the clothes. I was terrified at this point. The two creature then lowered their heads and began to cry, before the girl put her face to the screen and cried, ending the video.
I went to my history and cleared it, and went back to Skype to tell my friend what had just happened. But the call had ended. I looked at the chat, which showed nothing but me calling him, and him sending a picture that had just finished downlaoding. The image, when viewed in windows photo viewer, showed my friend, hanging from a noose, with a hyper-realistic image of the bear creature with the words "WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?"
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(Blank) the Killer Mad Lib

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Title: _____ the Killer
Hello, I'm (name, last name not important). I was just a normal (boy, girl), until that day I just snapped. These three bullies, (Bully 1), (Bully 2), and (Bully 3) were picking on me, as usual, and it was getting to me today more than usual. So today, when they did at the (location), I told (Bully 1) "Hey, knock it off!" (Bully 2) backed him up and they ganged up and pummeled me into the ground. I fought back, but they were too strong. But, something in my head snapped, and I (painful injury) (Bully 2), who fell to the ground. (Bully 3) picked up a (weapon/weapon-like object) and swung it at me, but I didn't fall, since I'm now more powerful for no reason, and I took the (weapon) from (Bully 3) and (unintended use for the item) him until his blood covered everything. (Bully 1) tried to run, but I caught him and (torture of some sort) him. He screamed and pleaded, but before I finally ended his life, I leaned into his ear and whispered, "(your killer's three word catchphrase)". I went home, murdered my family, starting with (Mother, name optional) and (Father, name optional). I looked in the mirror at myself, then (physical mutilation of yourself distinguishing your character from others' characters). My (siblings, 1+) were the last to die, and the last thing they saw was my (killer's weapon of choice) as I whispered, "(Catchphrase)".
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(Creepypasta) The Railways Of Crotoonia: Livi's Grieving

The Railways Of Crotoonia Was A Fun Show, And My Favorite Character Was Livi. However, There Was An Episode Called "Livi's Grieving." So, My Name Is David, And Let Me Explain The Episode.
== Story And Episode ==
I Was Watching TV, Until A Promo Showed Up, Saying A Special Episode Of The Railways Of Crotoonia Was Up Next. I Tuned In, And It Began With The Intro. 
== Episode. ==
The flashy and energetic intro theme played, although it was played a little differently than I recall. The music was a little different, and the show's logo wasn't animated, it's colors were done rather sloppily as well, almost like something a little kid would do on a Doodle Board or a Glow Board. I ignored it, assuming that it was done just for this 'special' episode. The title of the episode was "Livi's Grieving", a sort of sad title, but I didn't really pay too much attention.
It began with Livi, standing alone facing a corner of Her dimly-lit Shed. She looked absolutely miserable, a far cry from the cheerful demeanor She usually had. There was no one else in the Shed, and the windows in the Shed clearly showed the night sky outside. I was really starting to get confused. After about what seemed like a minute of Livi Sadly Sighing, the scene suddenly changed. We were in Phoebe's Shed, once again the scene is silent and a little disquieting. Phoebe, Livi's Friend, Puffs in from A Day Of Work, She looked even more miserable than Livi had in the previous scene. Phoebe isn't wearing Her usual attire, She Painted in a fancy black suit, a little uncharacteristic of Her , as She's Seen As Normal Engine. She Sighs, and starts sobbing intensely, sounding like someone who had just lost A Loved One. This Went On For 10 Minutes, Then, It Cut To A Scene Of Phoebe, With Grace, Telling Her That Livi Went Missing. Grace, However, Soon Sighed. Her eyes began to tear up as She informed Her that She eventually Was found, but they She Had not been found alive. She then went into graphic and nearly nauseating detail describing how Her body Was found, Phoebe, sitting in utter shock. I could hardly believe what was happening, how could such a cheery and fun kids show be taking such a dark and twisted turn. I was considering turning the television off, but I was too scared to be left in the dark by now, nearly frozen by fear and disturbed intensely at the terrible things that She was saying. She Said Livi Had To Pull A Good's Train, And Went Missing 2 Hours Later. However, I Decided To Fast Forward The Episode, And It Showed One Scary Thing. Livi's Eyes Were Gouged Out, And She Had A Knife In Her Neck. The Episode Ended.
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(I actually don't know)

Well, I remember this story like it happened yesterday... because it happened yesterday. It's crazy to think about how a major change in my life happened so fast. You'll see why.
== Chapter 1: The trip ==
After a long day of investigation, my pal David and I decided that we should take a break from work. Well, we were already planning a trip to the countryside of Europe. We were going to visit small villages in England because, unlike him, I actually like investigating things. And because English is the only language I know and is the official language of England, I thought that nothing bad could happen.
The next day we woke up early because our flight started at 6:30 a.m. Well, everything went ok, until the flight took off and we were in the sky. I looked through the window and there were many birds outside, except that the plane was already many kilometers away from the ground and was flying at 900 km/h. There are birds that can fly at high altitudes, but no bird ever flew at 900 km/h. These weren't normal birds... was I hallucinating? I mean, I was tired and when I told that to my friend David and we looked back, they simply disappeared.
Well, we arrived at England at around 7PM because of time zones. Well, it was already dark and I couldn't see well, but I swear that I saw a mysterious being walking around the camp. The airport was located far from the city and there weren't any buildings or houses, so I thought that there might be any monsters near here (yes, I sometimes have the mentality of a scared kid, but I didn't know that they existed!)
== Chapter 2: A bad idea with an interesting result ==
And you know what I did?? I RAN TOWARDS HIM, OF COURSE! I'm being serious, I ran towards him. Full speed. And guess what? Guess what? He didn't kill me! Actually, he seemed pretty chill. I ran at him and tipped over something and fell on him. He looked at me like I was a sort of clown, as if he was trying to not laugh. But he said in clear English "Don't cry. But admit, it was funny" . He realized the mistake he made and immediately ran away. My friend was just watching from far. He was just as shocked as me. 
After that encounter, we went to the hotel and discussed about what was that. It could anything: an alien, a monster, I don't know. He looked like bigfoot to me. David said that he also heard it speaking English. He also remembered me about the birds we saw while we were going to London. If he also saw the bigfoot talking to me, then those birds are actually real and I'm not dreaming. Now I need to know what it really is. It was night, so we slept. And I slept peacefully :D
== Chapter 3: What happened to London? ==
This part will be written later 
Stay tuned!
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