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The Touch of Life

As I look into her sullen eyes.
I can't help thinking of my own demise.
As she lies upon the ground.
I hear noises all around.
As the noises grow close.
She breathes her last.
I can see the things I fear the most.
For the dead ride fast.
I feel as though I am encased in glass.
All around me, darkness vast.
The creatures surround me en masse.
One drew close to me and it asked.
Why have you come to this forbidden place?
My fear grew and I wished to flee.
But I knew that they would give chase.
I answered, it was for my now lost love, Marie.
The one that stood before me kneeled down.
He places his hand upon Marie's brow.
An light sprouted from his hand like a glowing crown.
Suddenly, Marie took a breathe, alive again, but I know not how.
I looked again at these... things.
They showed no hostility, only compassion.
The creatures around me now resemble kings.
For they have brought back that which was ashen.
She shall sleep till the morrow,
Their leader said to me.
They have uplifted a great sorrow.
As they walked me out, one gave me a key.
When Marie awoke the next day.
I could see her hair now touched with grey.
I cared not, for this was but a small price to pay.
For her return to the living on that day.
One day, I discovered a chest in my room.
I had never seen it before, but knew.
I used the key on the lock and all around a sudden, sweet perfume.
Inside was an artifact of many different hues.
What this was, I shall not tell.
For I know if I do, I would go straight to Hell.
But this artifact brings great joy.
And I knew it was not a toy.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Tragic 9 11

Okay i think were all aware about the Twin Tower,A hijacked plane crashed into the building there was concrete falling i was injured there was water. Leaking from the building,And it was flooding the entire building i had no way out the building i found a room with a cracked door i entered it and i had fresh air,And no water was leaking.All tho i was safe another (kinda like a earthquake happen) shook the building i was like holy fuck i thought i was gonna die for a minute but then it stopped shaking i thanked god for that miracle but then it continued shaking what the fuck i moaned. It kept shaking things started falling Again (it was Concrete and broken pipes) a pipe hit my head and i was unconscious for and hour until i woke up.It was still going (what i mean is it was still shaking) i thought my life was over but its wasn't all tho it was still shaking i found a secret basement under the rug i went in there and i saw other survivors.I was like what the hell i didn't know there were other survivors so i introduced my self ( i can't put my real name) and they had some food i was starving so i ate it raw because no stove or microwave and it was corn i loved corn i ate it and it was great i thanked them i decided to stay with them until the building would stop collapsing. but it was still continuing to collapse they were scared but i calmed them down,and we sang and went to sleep then the next day we went up and it finally stopped we thanked go for that the police came and rescued us and we lived the rest of our happy lives.When i went home and the Twin Towers on the new's its was tragic thank god we survived.But when we came back there was a memorial for the people who died in there it was the most tragic moment of our lives it really was super tragic remember never forget about 9 11
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Wall of Text
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
The Trail

I was walking up the stairs, slowly, one step at a time, I could feel the vibrations coming from the staircase which were created by the weight of my body and amplified by my boots. While I was very slowly trying to reach my destination, my room's door, I became aware of how anguishing and sad it was to slowly walk up the stairs, the only thought of it making me even more tired, as if I had something attached to my back. Step after step I have arrived, exhausted, to my room by now, I looked at the frame of my PC, which was still on but with its monitor switched off, the guitar and the desk were illuminated only by the feeble light coming from the clouded sky through the window's dirty glass which was situated over my study-and-play table. When I was reached my chair, I turned around, I saw that the trail of blood stained the entire floor.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:Shortpasta
The Traveling Pencil Master

I can see your twisted, bitter face staring down the street towards that small, insignificant guy. Don't go to him, as he is the very, very source of evil in which these events occurred. If you dare read, continue now onwards...
It began last year when I was doing a small time con involving pencil sharpeners. I won't go into the details as the cops are still fiendishly after me. But I will drop this superfluous fact that will shock the very shock absorber of fate in which you feel secure: I was not alone...
Next to me stood my friend Timothy, a simple and chaotically useless piece of crap. We then went camping to the secluded forests where legends spoke of the pencil. The pencil contained the soul of the last great murderer. This guy had once skinned the very flesh of his feet to maker a pair of crocodile skin shoes. Yes, he was so EVIL that he had scaled reptilian feet. The legend spoke no more as the last one to see him alive had been shook senseless and now resided in a graveyard where no one could touch him.
As we got deeper into the forest, we came across an eerie cabin. The whispers began. I can hear them now as I type these words. They spoke of great evil, they said that we wouldn't see the way to death as death did not want us- we would be the nameless dead forever. But crashing through the woods came a large Barbarian, which shook Timothy out of his life cage. The man-cat then metamorphosed into a small child. Indeed, the cunning doppelganger had not counted on fate as then the real Timothy, using an untimely blunt object, stabbed the very beast form existence.
I looked at Timothy to see that the rage of the pencil had consumed him. The pencil tore the skin off his hands and soon his very tendons and muscles stood naked to the world. I gave him a proper beating and the carcass fell down before rising again striking me with the pencil. It tore out my kidney, but, by chance, I had another one spare. I quickly ran away as the very forest closed in and the whispers became the very soul of my mind. I swayed as the details of cunning murders crept into my head. Soon I as the murderer and I ran around Victorian Whitechapel to kill some whores.
You hear my tale and then you hear the very phone that I am hearing. I pick it up. It is my agent telling me if the plot of this creepypasta was this bad how do I except to be a novelist ever. But here is scary detail as I did not write this yet. I haven't written this yet. I do not know what creepypasta is. I don't have no agent.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
The Tree

The tree
There is a tree. However, the call itself for the tree.
This is no ordinary tree. This is a special timber.
The tree's life began when it was born in a dark part of the forest. Already it was 3 years old was the sign. It was furious. It would have revenge. The hate life. The lightning hit right down the middle. One part of the timber hangs almost horizontally to the second timber now. It is a beautiful sight. Pain, dressing in a tree. Even when the tree look back at this moment can not help but smile hurt. A tree should not have feelings.
If you look at the tree in the present you will find at the bottom of a hole covered with earth. A half-done job, says the other trees. The murderer buried namely only man not good enough that it died instantly.
1 ...
If you look at the tree in the present you will mite find a knife. A knife filled with blood. Stung into a man's stomach. The man saved the tree's life, says the other trees. The tree looks though this in another way. It carries dead people as monuments of its past.
2 ...
If you look at the tree in the present you will find the top rope. A great work, says the other trees to the tree, almost as if he had something to do with it. The tree think it's a beautiful sight. Now he is one with me, seem tree.
3 ...
A man came strolling down the road
4, thought the tree and took the knife.
This is no ordinary tree.
This is a special timber.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Rituwel
Category:Shortpasta
The Trial

The Trial: The prosecutors anxiously await for the defendant to walk into the room. The judge fidgeting his fingers and playing with his mallet is waiting anxiously for the trial to begin. The jury remained calm and attentive to the surroundings and ambience. Then, the doors swung open... it was Yoshi... this was the hundredth time he committed tax fraud. This time, he filed the papers to homeless people on the street, every witness and victim was there on the prosecution side. Yoshi sat down on his chair, went smug, and crossed his arms in a confident manner. The lit was fused in the crowd. “Sir, I demand that this trial results in an execution!” cried a victim. The judge ordered him and denied his request. It was time for the trial. Yoshi had consented under the law to not bring him any lawyer. The first interrogator stepped up in front of Yoshi and placed his hands firmly but harshly on the table. “Mr. Yoshi, is it true that you committed tax fraud?” There was no reply. “Well...?” Still no answer, “If you dare to plead for your survival, I suggest that you answer my question.” Yoshi sat there smug with his arms crossed. “No more questions your honor.” Yoshi’s eyes were transfixed on the interrogator as he walked back to his chair. It was time for the evidence. The prosecutor with pure rage had laid out every single circumvented file Yoshi had done on the table “THIS MAN HAD TOUCHED MY MONEY, HE HAS ENTERED MY HOUSE, HE MUST GO TO HIS HOME!” He walked furiously back to his chair and screamed and slapped his head, “OHHHHHHHH” Yoshi kept the smug look on his face as he looked back at the judge. “Sir” Said the lead member of the jury, “We’ve reached a verdict” Yoshi then raised up his hand and walked out of his chair. The security guards has pointed their guns towards him but didn’t fire. Yoshi then walked out the door as everyone followed behind him, at this point the News Stations were involved.He walked into the local jail as everyone watched. He opened the door into the hanging station, and looked at the noose, everyone looked amazed. He hung himself in front of everyone and on National television. Everyone stood in awe watching this moment and will remember this moment from generation to another.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Mario
Category:Suicide
Category:Wall of Text
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:Memes
The Trollpasta About Writing a Trollpasta

You're drained of thoughts, your ideas all done,
No sparks in your head no imagination.
You're due a new story yet you have no ideas,
When inspiration is at its last is an author's worst fears.
You try to think, your mind sharpens!
And that was when the moment happens.
Your eyes brighten, sparks go off in your head,
You get all giddy and your cheeks go red.
You type whatever you think, look around for inspiration,
These new thoughts would go into your creation.
You get too many ideas and your excitement is immense
You plonker, you bloody well forgot it to make sense!
You hit publish and the hate spills in,
You start to cry at your horrible creation.
The next thing that appears makes your joy split,
"This page has been removed by an admin," damnit!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Trollpasta That Has Many Cliches But Incredibly Good Grammar

One time I was walking down the street. I saw a coworker at Nick Jr. selling copies of Jeff The Killer: The Game. I asked how much it was and he said it was $666.13 dollars. However, he gave it to me and ran off before I could pay. In the distance I could see him stabbing a bunch of dudes with Squidward & Happy Appy. I noticed the cover was just blank red with Slenderman on it, and the title was "DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE" in black & Chiller font. I thought nothing of this and walked home to my house, which was number 13666.
I popped the disc into my XBOX 36660. Oddly, it showed static for 13 minutes after I popped it in. Then the screen went red, and after a few seconds, the hyper-realistic face of Satan popped up. He started singing about hyper-realistic things. Then he turned into a skeleton and popped out of my TV. I died.
THE END
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Vidya games
Category:Loads of Characters
Category:LONG ASS TITLE
Category:Im died
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Trollpasta Wiki Raises A Pet

*5:09GivemepancakesOnce upon a time, a bunch of bored people in the chat took a shit.
*5:09SonicFanForeverAnd the shit stinked bad as fuck
*5:09GivemepancakesSuddenly the shit molded and transformed into a cute little furry anime creature.
*The chat decided to call the little furball "Collab"
*5:10SonicFanForeverThey started telling Collab stories and shit
*5:10FoxyGrandpa13I love cum
*5:10SonicFanForeverAnd Collab posted the stories on TPW
*But then
*Collab died from coming home
*From AIDS
*And LSD
*5:11GivemepancakesEveryone was sad, but then Givemepancakes had a magical idea to revive him with something called "Ritual Suicide".
*"What's that?" asked SonicFanForever.
*Givemepancakes then shoved a knife made from an enchanted animal bone into SonicFanForever's stomach.
*FoxyGrandpa13 has died. 
*5:12Douger123Giveme grabbed the knife and replied "Ill show you"
*5:12GivemepancakesCollab was revived as Blchnb, the mighty demon Blood-God.
*5:13SonicFanForeverAnd we all lived happily ever after
*I guess...
*The End
*
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Collab
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Inside Jokes
The True Essence of r/shittynosleep

What's up Reddit, it's ya boi fake_philosopher, comin at you with a post about writing shittynosleep stories. But before we begin make sure you SMASH THAT UPVOTE BUTTON! Seriously it really helps me out by giving me the small boost in self esteem I need to keep logging into this god forsaken website. And hey, if you're feeling extra generous, you can give me some silver, gold, and platinum too. But hey, no pressure or anything. I get it, not everyone is Mother Theresa, but if you're feeling like channeling your inner Mother Theresa, be sure to give me silver, gold, and platinum.
Alright, now on with the guide about how to write awesome shittynosleep stories. Now the first thing you want to do is you want to get a electronic device that can access the internet, whether that be a computer, a phone, or even a Nintendo DS (this message was brought to you by Nintendo).
Next you need to figure out whether or not the battery is sufficiently charged. If it is, then all you need to do is push the power button on that bad boy and you can get started. If it isn't charged, you're gonna need to find a power outlet. Now I don't currently have a tutorial for how to find power outlets, but I will soon, and remember if you want me to post content faster, you're gonna need to SMASH THAT UPVOTE BUTTON!!!
Okay, now that you've powered on your device, you're gonna need to connect to the internet. Now there's a couple ways to do that. You can use wifi, which is the more reliable option, or you can use data if your device supports that kind of thing. A warning about wifi though, some wifi is password protected, so you're gonna wanna ask someone for the password. You gotta be polite about it though. I don't want my fans to get a reputation for rudely asking about wifi passwords.
Okay, now that you're connected to the internet, you're finna gonna wanna go to Reddit. I recommend old Reddit because new Reddit sucks.
After you get to Reddit, you need to go to the shittynosleep subreddit. Subreddits are kind of like separate communities within Reddit itself.
Okay, I know I've kinda been going kinda fast here, but please try to keep up. Okay okay, now that you found the subreddit, what you're gonna wanna do is, you're gonna wanna click on "Submit a Ghost" (sort of a funny pun there). That lets you start writing a story.
Now here's the important thing. If you wanna write a good story, it has to include skeletons.
Well that's the end of my post. Make sure to SMASH THAT UPVOTE BUTTON if you liked it (or even if you didn't like it).
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Inside Jokes
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The True Meaning of Christmas

I thought that today, as my gift to everyone in this wonderful sub, it would be nice to take a moment and go through the Christmas story together.
It all starts in the Roman Republic, with a holiday known as Saturnalia. The Romans had stolen Saturnalia from neighboring Germanic tribes and renamed the God Yule to Saturn, as a way of keeping their frontiers pacified. This was a strategy they used over and over, as we will see.
Well, one year, they were having some trouble in their Jewish province. The exceptional Roman record keeping from this era actually lists hundreds of names, both of troublemaking Jews, and of potential collaborators. The Roman bureaucrat in charge of maintaining this list was Nicholas of Anatolia.
Nicholas took his list to Pontius Pilate, who realized that the best way to keep the Jews happy would be to invent a religion centered around one of their own. Together, Nicholas and Pilate used a standard dying-rising God myth, cobbled together from legends of Mithras and Osiris (among others.) They called their creation Jesus, and within a few years, had convinced a sizable portion of the population that he existed.
For a long time, the plan worked beautifully. The Jewish converts never realized that they'd been taken in by a Roman psy-ops campaign, and that their original Volcano religion had been supplanted by a fabrication. In fact, this plan worked so well that for the next hundred years, there were only two major Jewish Wars.
Unfortunately for the Romans, their plan worked too well. Christianity was so successful that it burned down the Library of Alexandria, setting the Roman Space Program back by hundreds of years. It was a blow the Empire would not recover from. For the next milenium, Christianity would be a stumbling block to science, preventing the entire world from moving forward technologically.
However, our Christmas tale ends on a happy note. For you see, a young devout Catholic landscape painter by the name of Adolf Hitler managed to trick France and England into starting an unjust war (having studied the American War of Northern Aggression) and then invaded Russia in the winter. The ensuing battle of Stalingrad lasted from 1941-1945, and was the only significant battle of the war. When it finished, all of Europe swore off religion, and became socialist paradises dedicated to science.
And that kids, is how Neil Degrasse Tyson saved Christmas.
Originally posted in r/badhistory
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Holidays
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:THERY
The True Story of Jesus and the Racist Kid

One day Jesus was walking down the hallway of a high school just like yours. He saw the bullying and and the cliques and the sexual immorality and he shook his head ruefully. But he stopped when he saw a group of kids beating the snot out of another kid.
He stopped them and said, "Why are you beating up this kid? The kid should be beaten up. His being beaten up is displeasing to me, specifically. Tell me why the beating-up-of-this-kid is being performed by you, the other children?"
The group of kids said, "But Jesus, this kid we are beating up is racist!"
The kid said, "Yes, Jesus, it is true. I am racist."
Jesus thought long and hard, and said, "You children may have stopped a racist, but in doing so, you too have experienced hatred: The Hatred, of Racism!"
The children went home with much to think about. They worked hard to improve themselves. Later on they all died and went to hell for reasons unrelated to the racist kid.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The True YouTube

A couple of weeks ago, I was doing what I normally do - browsing through YouTube. I love browsing through YouTube. I even still love it 'till this very day, even after a horrific incident involving the site.
I was checking my inbox on YouTube, and I came across a message with the subject as "Warning". I got a little nervous seeing it, so I clicked on it. Upon clicking on it, it just read a bunch of random numbers and letters, all arranged as it was some type of secret message. However, at the end of all the letters, it read "Help Me". I then looked at the user name of whoever sent this message. It read "TheTrueYoutube".
I was a little unsettled by this, so I clicked on the link. It just brought me back to the regular YouTube home screen with the message "This account has been suspended". I was glad that the account was suspended, cause I was very unsettled by the message. But a few days later, the same account sent me another message.
The message was the exact same. It had the same subject, wrote the same message, except at the end, it wrote "Help me. I'm dying". Once again, I clicked on the link to the user and it bought me back to the regular YouTube with the same message, "This account has been suspended."
A few days later, once again, the account sent me another message. This time, it showed the same message. But at the end, it showed a link to a video.
Curiously, I clicked on the video. It first showed a pop up saying some random letters and numbers arranged as if they were a secret message, and at the bottom, the two options were "Yes" and "No". I clicked "Yes". What happened next was disturbing.
The YouTube video player started. Unlike most YouTube video players, it went to full screen right away. I couldn't exit it no matter what. Then the video started. At first it showed a bunch of static and screaming in the background. Then the screen cut to some pictures. I couldn't tell what they were of. All I know is that they were disturbing. Then another photo popped up. This one made me just barf right there. It was of a little girl, standing at the end of a road. Her eyes were gone, and in her hand was a bloody knife labeled YouTube. However what scared me the most was that her body was cut and on it it spelled my username. I ran out of the room and down my block. I never saw the rest of the video, but when I came back to my house, my computer had the blue screen of death on it.
I rebooted my computer and went back to YouTube. I logged into my account and it had said that I have been suspended. I have a feeling that throughout all this I am trying to receive a message, but I can't tell what. Even though I still love YouTube, I'm having trouble looking at it the same way again now.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Category:YT Readings