Submissions by FlakyPorcupine
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a creepypasta writer (with some relative success) and an occasional poet that loves writing - and getting feedback for that writing!
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Mar 2014 2:04am
13th Mar 2014 2:04am
The Crossing
The last wolf howl of the night slowly died down, leaving me in absolute silence other than the faint crackling of the fire which was also my only source of warmth and comfort aside from the clothes on my back. Not to mention my only source of light. If there is anything I fear more than not making it pass the wooden fence was being enveloped in the eternal darkness.
How bad did the wolves get me? I looked down at myself. My chest was covered in crimson, a large hole punctured into my stomach, the flesh torn aside mercilessly. A grey tube of intestine was pooling out of it. Not...
How bad did the wolves get me? I looked down at myself. My chest was covered in crimson, a large hole punctured into my stomach, the flesh torn aside mercilessly. A grey tube of intestine was pooling out of it. Not...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Mar 2014 7:18pm
11th Mar 2014 7:18pm
The Ballad of Lonliness
With your life on the edge,
Broken and beaten by hunger,
I solemnly made a pledge:
To treat you like a brother.
You likened yourself to a sickness,
That you were nothing short of a sin.
Your name was Lonliness,
And I was Tyrin.
What spiteful words! “Tossed around like a toy.”
Calming you down took a while.
But did my heart jump to joy
When I saw a month-old smile.
It had started to rain,
With it, brought forth your curse.
You were in agonizing pain,
...
Broken and beaten by hunger,
I solemnly made a pledge:
To treat you like a brother.
You likened yourself to a sickness,
That you were nothing short of a sin.
Your name was Lonliness,
And I was Tyrin.
What spiteful words! “Tossed around like a toy.”
Calming you down took a while.
But did my heart jump to joy
When I saw a month-old smile.
It had started to rain,
With it, brought forth your curse.
You were in agonizing pain,
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2014 7:15pm
11th Mar 2014 7:15pm
An Odd Occurrence at the Train Tracks
Edwin was widely considered to be one of the better actors of his time. Some even called him the best overall. With a healthy, theatrical love for Shakespeare plays, he found any chance he could to get involved in one, a contestant among critics to be the finest Hamlet that there ever was, and ever will be.
After being selected out of a few other popular performers for a role, as well as to visit his sister, he eagerly awaited at the train station. It was loud and populated with people, the air being filled with the noise and chatter among the others there. The day was chilly and...
After being selected out of a few other popular performers for a role, as well as to visit his sister, he eagerly awaited at the train station. It was loud and populated with people, the air being filled with the noise and chatter among the others there. The day was chilly and...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2014 3:34am
11th Mar 2014 3:34am
Blood on the Cornfields
The night was warm and black on this August evening. The masters of the houses were sleeping inside of their homes blissfully. Seven slaves squat around a fire as they make plans and schemes how they would be able to taste freedom, their dark skins veiling them in the good night as they sung their songs under the moon above. How they would be able to escape from their captors and take their families elsewhere, somewhere much safer. Their activities came to a halt as one particular shade came to their meeting.
The thirty-one year old man had begun to think himself as a prophet, and...
The thirty-one year old man had begun to think himself as a prophet, and...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2014 3:30am
11th Mar 2014 3:30am
And Hell Will Follow Me - Chapter 4: Every Rose Has Its Thorn
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2014 7:26pm
10th Mar 2014 7:26pm
And Hell Will Follow Me - Chapter 3: Saw You Drown
I did not know why we were here.
I did not know why we were alone.
But there was the simple and plain fact that we just were.
I had been watching you for a long time. You hardly moved at all, only looking ahead of yourself, out towards the horizon. You were silent. You were degraded, in exile. You couldn’t remember when the last time you ate a single thing was. You did not know whether it had been days or for weeks. You could not remember what you had, if anything, you had to eat yesterday or the day before.
At one point, you realized I was there. You...
I did not know why we were alone.
But there was the simple and plain fact that we just were.
I had been watching you for a long time. You hardly moved at all, only looking ahead of yourself, out towards the horizon. You were silent. You were degraded, in exile. You couldn’t remember when the last time you ate a single thing was. You did not know whether it had been days or for weeks. You could not remember what you had, if anything, you had to eat yesterday or the day before.
At one point, you realized I was there. You...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 7:24pm
10th Mar 2014 7:24pm
Nine Lives
Its first life is spent loving you with all its heart.
Its second life is spent with unquestionable loyalty.
Its third life is spent confused.
Its fourth life is spent badly decomposed.
Its fifth life is spent questioning its meaning in life.
Its sixth life is spent wanting the first back.
Its seventh life is spent in pain and suffering.
Its eighth life is spent longing for eternal rest.
Its ninth life is spent haunting your dreams.
Its second life is spent with unquestionable loyalty.
Its third life is spent confused.
Its fourth life is spent badly decomposed.
Its fifth life is spent questioning its meaning in life.
Its sixth life is spent wanting the first back.
Its seventh life is spent in pain and suffering.
Its eighth life is spent longing for eternal rest.
Its ninth life is spent haunting your dreams.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2014 11:12am
10th Mar 2014 11:12am
A Mask
Will I ever be free? Will I ever be free of this tormenting life after death? To exist as a ghost wandering around in my own despair, just longing to be put back to rest?
I remember how peaceful the long rest was. There I was, sleeping in my ancient tomb without a thought to the living. Complete solitude. I was not being a bother to anyone living.
But all of that was snatched from me, many years later. Everything I had in life, and even in death were all taken away. Gone. And I still don’t know why to this day, and I probably never will. Suddenly, the past came rushing back...
I remember how peaceful the long rest was. There I was, sleeping in my ancient tomb without a thought to the living. Complete solitude. I was not being a bother to anyone living.
But all of that was snatched from me, many years later. Everything I had in life, and even in death were all taken away. Gone. And I still don’t know why to this day, and I probably never will. Suddenly, the past came rushing back...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2014 11:10am
10th Mar 2014 11:10am
Everything Dies
One of the first memories I could recall was my father leaving the family. He didn’t speak a word, only just walked away from us towards the trees. I never saw him after that day. The part that disturbed me most was how everyone else took this. They all just stood there, watching on with knowing eyes. As if they knew that this day would come eventually.
My mother was described to be ‘wild’, a feral if you will. She had escaped some kind of confinement that my father was bound to, as he only had time to visit us when he could before he vanished from my life entirely. I never got to...
My mother was described to be ‘wild’, a feral if you will. She had escaped some kind of confinement that my father was bound to, as he only had time to visit us when he could before he vanished from my life entirely. I never got to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2014 9:51pm
9th Mar 2014 9:51pm
And Hell Will Follow Me - Chapter 2: No Matter the Cost
I’m not a curse.
The night was warm, with a small breeze to keep the humidity down snugly. The moon was shining brightly above a sea of stars and consolations woven across the sky like a great tapestry. So beautiful that it hurts. It was a cozy summer evening. All of the trainers and Pokémon across the many towns would be asleep at this hour, except for one lone figure walking through the grass around at midnight. It was none other than Tyrin the sylveon.
He was alone, in more ways in the word than one. He remembered how they ran into this place at the other’s direction...
The night was warm, with a small breeze to keep the humidity down snugly. The moon was shining brightly above a sea of stars and consolations woven across the sky like a great tapestry. So beautiful that it hurts. It was a cozy summer evening. All of the trainers and Pokémon across the many towns would be asleep at this hour, except for one lone figure walking through the grass around at midnight. It was none other than Tyrin the sylveon.
He was alone, in more ways in the word than one. He remembered how they ran into this place at the other’s direction...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 9:46pm
9th Mar 2014 9:46pm
Revolution
Swords cry out,
urging blood to be shed.
A crimson shine
to be beheld.
Birds step down
from their skyward shrines.
Their families
to never be put at risk.
Fish shall rise
to the shores.
Soon to be released
from the ties that bind.
Death looms
over the shoulders of men.
For He knows
what is the price to pay.
Battalions gather
across the lands.
With vengeance on their sides,
they await the final call.
Decayed plants scream,
reminding us
of what we could
have had.
The...
urging blood to be shed.
A crimson shine
to be beheld.
Birds step down
from their skyward shrines.
Their families
to never be put at risk.
Fish shall rise
to the shores.
Soon to be released
from the ties that bind.
Death looms
over the shoulders of men.
For He knows
what is the price to pay.
Battalions gather
across the lands.
With vengeance on their sides,
they await the final call.
Decayed plants scream,
reminding us
of what we could
have had.
The...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 12:25pm
9th Mar 2014 12:25pm
Gone Too Far
Have I run too far to get home?
Have I truly left all my troubles away?
Or am I simply postponing the inevitable?
Is there any escape?
Have I gone too far this time?
Have I gone too far
and really escaped my issues?
I could not quicken the pace,
my sorrow enveloped me
I could not escape myself.
I could not escape myself,
no matter how deep the needle
penetrates my skin, the rush
I could not find no longer.
If only I could start over.
If I would start over,
what could I change?
The fame, the glamour,
have...
Have I truly left all my troubles away?
Or am I simply postponing the inevitable?
Is there any escape?
Have I gone too far this time?
Have I gone too far
and really escaped my issues?
I could not quicken the pace,
my sorrow enveloped me
I could not escape myself.
I could not escape myself,
no matter how deep the needle
penetrates my skin, the rush
I could not find no longer.
If only I could start over.
If I would start over,
what could I change?
The fame, the glamour,
have...
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