Hello everyone, ive recently began to write rather disturbing stories and poems, and I just want there to be a section where myself [and others] can share there pleasant stories here too!
ok ill post one now
~~The liquid trickled down his throat as it saturated his senses. He then died. The wind blew against his dead body and spread the fowl smell of fecal matter into the moist air. A murder of crows then proceded to feast on his insides, spilling frozen blood and intestines everywhere. A baby then crawled outside onto to the porch and saw the remains of his brother, now splattered on the patio and windows. The darkest crow, though all those crows were dark, grabbed the baby, ripped its face off, and threw it so far into the dark abysmal that not even satan could feast on it. The sun began to rise, it was a brand new day. The child awoke from a deep slumber, sweating and panting. It was only a dream, he thought. He then touched his neck and felt a liquid drip down. THE END.
srry about the double-post. i just wanted to post the full story. btw the qouted part is the first part of the story so if u read that part just skip down to hte part after the quote.
The liquid trickled down his throat as it saturated his senses. He then died. The wind blew against his dead body and spread the fowl smell of fecal matter into the moist air. A murder of crows then proceeded to feast on his insides, spilling frozen blood and intestines everywhere. A baby then crawled outside onto to the porch and saw the remains of his brother, now splattered on the patio and windows. The darkest crow, though all those crows were dark, grabbed the baby, ripped its face off, and threw it so far into the dark abysmal that not even Satan could feast on it. The sun began to rise, it was a brand new day. The child awoke from a deep slumber, sweating and panting. It was only a dream, he thought. He then touched his neck and felt a liquid drip down.
The baby, banished upon the dark abysmal in a vortex in the depths of space, escaped the satanic hold of the crow, after years of molestation and abuse. It's face was blistered with blood and another liquid, unfamiliar to him. It was yellow and smelled like pee, but was slightly different. The baby was now an adult. It was Barack Obama.
hrm.....seems to me you are trying TO hard to be "Depressing" If you have ever truely been depressed you would know, you are far from. Your on rather....demonic.
And why did you throw the term "emo" In the title? You stero type people with real problems into creeps. They cut as a cry for attention, as a way to get noticed, or feel loved. Or they simply want out of life. So really, think about your word choices from now one.
And i repeat...this is not "depressing" or "Emo" Just morbid and sick. Every try consuling?
I think you should change the title to like demented and scary stories.
Here is my scary story.
On a night like any normal night. There was a boy named Derrick Forman and his girlfriend named Haley Ward. They were at the park talking about school and listening to there radio when they heard a guy talking about a mass murderer running around the city (New York City). Haley said âI am a little scared, can you take me home.â Derrick then said âdonât worry about it, people say stupid stuff to scare you. But I will if you want.â The next day at school Derrick is talking to his friends and making fun of the mass murderer running around. Haley hears him and says âYou really shouldn'tât be talking about him, he could be watching.â Derrick then bursts out laughing and told Haley not to worry about it. Later that night Derrick was getting ready for bed when he heard a noise outside his window. He then got worried. He got out his baseball bat when all of a sudden BAM!!!!....
Sorry for the double post but how do you get those symbols out of there?
tennis, did you write it in word? If so, just copy it into note pad, then re-copy it from note pad then past it here. Microsoft and Ag don't go well together. They make symbol babies.
Muahahahah, Barack Obama. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a southern redneck ;D but you're a little AM. If it can't disturb me (though the fecal matter part made go "Bleh, gross, lol" you gotta try harder. Here's a taste of what I do, which isn't as much emo/depressing as it is Gorey and macabre.
The man slyly danced across the old dance floor. Lights flashing and rave music playing violently, he met a young lady. Her hair was of blonde hair and her eyes a deep sea blue. She had eyeliner on and the prettiest dress she could have found from JcPenny. The man looked at her beauty and was dazzled, awestruck from her beautiful grace. What came from pure awe turned to dark intentions. He wanted nothing from this girl except for some alone time wherever there was enough space (Author's Note: tried to dullen for PG-13 audience). "Well hello pretty baby, what is it that I can do for you?" the man said, his slick hair and smooth accent obviously catching her attention. "You can come to the dancefloor if you think you're good enough," She said, sassy in a way that most men thought attractive. They danced upon the dancefloor, both having a great time. The sly man had hit and hit on her until she eventually gave in. "Fine, my place, 30 minutes," She said, slipping him an adress on a work card. The back held a simple plumbing company, and he tipped his hat, getting what he wanted. "Thank you very much pretty pretty, I'll see you in 30 minutes," he replied to her, spinning around and walking out the door. He got in his low rider and rode to his apartment, throwing cologne and changing his clothes. At the adress, he knocked and he knocked but no answer came. All that was felt inside him was dismay. For afterwards he didn't just like her body but actually liked her attitude in those 2 or so hours he was with her. He mumbled about how he might have actually wanted to have a real relationship with her. Just then, the door opened with an ear shattering creak. "Who's there? Is that you?" he asked, wanting to know if it was the beauty he met. He walked in unannounced, and to the right was a nice decoration. It was of stone with carvings inside of it. It just looked like a random piece of art so he continued through the house. There he saw the damsel at the dance floor, still in the dress and still beautiful. She was drinking a fine red wine by a fireplace. "Good to see you made it, I was wondering if you were going to come," She said, smirking under her hidden face. The man smiled and walked towards her, when she lifted her hand. The hand had a ring on her finger. The man realized what a grave mistake he had made, and ran for the door. When he got there he tugged and twisted as hard as he could, but the door did not open. He spun his head in panic when the wall beside him sprouted a face. A face with no eyes or ears but a deep dark hole for a mouth and two depressions for eyes. "You shall not leave," it said, laughing and receding back into the wall. The woman at the fireplace began to chuckle and eventually just burst out laughing. "The sirens call is anything at all, anything a maaan could waaant~ It creeps, it curls, in evil swirls, just to get get you to the rocks," she said in a singing tone, but not quite singing. The man ran to the nearest door and flew it open. There were several bodies and skins hanging from the ceiling, and he fell down upon a skined body that was still alive. "God...help...me..." it gasped. The man's eyes grew wide and he roleld off the body, looking at the beauty a the door. "Dark intentions meet dark people, big boy," She said, blowing a kiss and walking down upon him, "Your turn."
So that's just a taste of what kinda thing that you're doing. Sept you kinda didn't have a beginning. Not to mention that it kinda bashes a new... I guess civil rights leader? Even so. The story is decent enough but it's not really depressing, emo, or anything like that. It's macabre. It's not really horrifying to me with your story, but it's definitely Gorey.
Ok. HI! Ok. Hey! Ok? Then Tina had enough and pushed Fred out of the window. Fred was fling down and all the sudden a earthquake happens and he is saved by a fling chair. THen a flood happens and floods all of the town Claire. THen a tornado goes through and wipes out all the major buildings. Fred turns emo afterwards. THe End.
Ok. HI! Ok. Hey! Ok? Then Tina had enough and pushed Fred out of the window. Fred was fling down and all the sudden a earthquake happens and he is saved by a fling chair. THen a flood happens and floods all of the town Claire. THen a tornado goes through and wipes out all the major buildings. Fred turns emo afterwards. THe End.
Dude that's just offensive. *facepalm*. How? It offends me that you don't even put a half a**ed effort into writing something at least MODERATELY funny, or emo, or depressing, or even macabre. It's depressing just to even know that you didn't write a decent story.
Next time put some EFFORT even if it is an EXTREMELY BAD JOKE.
