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
6th Mar 2014 8:58pm
6th Mar 2014 8:58pm
A Howling Dust
Although there is no longer much to see here, at one point this town was very much alive. It was active when those of neighboring counties found that this small encampment housed gold in its caves. Other towns started to rid it of its foreigners and their workingmen classes. They settled here in our once quiet, humble town.
There wasn’t so much to do around this place as they came in. Most of the adults took to the gold mines almost immediately after their arrival in hope of claiming some of the riches, unsurprisingly of course. My father came home from mining each day with the musk...
There wasn’t so much to do around this place as they came in. Most of the adults took to the gold mines almost immediately after their arrival in hope of claiming some of the riches, unsurprisingly of course. My father came home from mining each day with the musk...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2014 11:47am
6th Mar 2014 11:47am
Goodnight
Last Saturday was the best day of my life, indisputably. The afternoon was in a thick storm of confetti. The empty air was a chorus of bells, organs and crowds cheering and hollering in excitement. Our visions were half-blinded by the flashing of cameras around us. But most of all, I remembered your smile and the sweet kiss upon my lips; a symbol that of newlyweds.
But, as fate would have it, not all good things come to pass. Only a few days later, I remembered rushing you to the hospital. I remembered the room number being 235, inscribed on the wooden door. I remember those final...
But, as fate would have it, not all good things come to pass. Only a few days later, I remembered rushing you to the hospital. I remembered the room number being 235, inscribed on the wooden door. I remember those final...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2014 11:27am
6th Mar 2014 11:27am
And Hell Will Follow Me - Chapter 1: I Won't Leave You
Tyrin is a sylveon. He is recognized for his pink fur and his ribbon-like appendages, and was sometimes even made fun of for his flamboyant and rather “girly” appearance. He has a very kind heart and is always willing to make friends with other denizens of the forest and wakes up in the morning with the hope that he would meet somebody new, and on this particular day he would meet someone special indeed.
He walks over to a small pond and starts to lap water out of it when he sees that he was not by himself. He looks up to see a nearby eevee, who was looking down at his own...
He walks over to a small pond and starts to lap water out of it when he sees that he was not by himself. He looks up to see a nearby eevee, who was looking down at his own...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2014 9:56pm
5th Mar 2014 9:56pm
Hanging Gardens
They say that these woodlands contain the path to paradise itself. It has been a long way to reach these mythical
gardens, my knees are scraped and bloodied from the various thorns nipping at my legs along the path. Snakes and sirens were attempting to seduce me with their hypocrisy, but I refused to heed their calling. I was a pure at heart, unspoiled by all temptation and evil.
My path was blocked as something was swaying back and forth from a tree. I looked at it closely. I could make out a face with long black hair and some dark colored stubble leading down its chin. Its...
gardens, my knees are scraped and bloodied from the various thorns nipping at my legs along the path. Snakes and sirens were attempting to seduce me with their hypocrisy, but I refused to heed their calling. I was a pure at heart, unspoiled by all temptation and evil.
My path was blocked as something was swaying back and forth from a tree. I looked at it closely. I could make out a face with long black hair and some dark colored stubble leading down its chin. Its...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2014 9:53pm
5th Mar 2014 9:53pm
Just a "Nightmare"
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 3:37am
5th Mar 2014 3:37am
Roots
The so called “evolution” is of myth, for what beasts are we still?
The bigotry and misunderstanding between men ruling us over,
The confusion of tongues never allows us to understand, over this leaning tower,
The color green, its greed now pronounced, controlling and constricting us all,
The wars, the onslaught, the loss of innocence scars us forevermore across an acre of blood,
The hope of light or hellfire covers our ignorant, undesiring sullen eyes from death,
The good and evil in strife, but which one is more right or unjust?
The Gods quarrel bloodthirstily...
The bigotry and misunderstanding between men ruling us over,
The confusion of tongues never allows us to understand, over this leaning tower,
The color green, its greed now pronounced, controlling and constricting us all,
The wars, the onslaught, the loss of innocence scars us forevermore across an acre of blood,
The hope of light or hellfire covers our ignorant, undesiring sullen eyes from death,
The good and evil in strife, but which one is more right or unjust?
The Gods quarrel bloodthirstily...
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