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You shivered as you clicked the Slender icon on your desktop. You knew you were going to regret this to the final days of your natural born life. You readied your heart so it wouldn't have a heart attack, and then you waited for it to open. You then stared at the start menu before a thumping sound was heard. You immediately screamed. "SLENDERMAAAAAN!" You breathed heavily and gathered yourself before you came downstairs. Looking around nervously, you crept over to the door and took a 20 dollar bill from your pocket. You then swung the door open and threw the 20 dollar bill at whoever it was. "Uh, thanks…?"   You look up at the sungl

   Sollux quietly typed away at his computer, ignoring the incredibly sneaky you behind him. He knew you were there, but he didn't really care about it. What he didn't know is that you were about to cause him a world of pain. Not really, but something like that. You chuckled under your breath and hid behind his chair. Sollux looked behind him, but you were nowhere to be seen. He didn't think about looking down.    You bit your tongue. This is going to be too funny. You did some sort of roll towards the door of his room and crawled out. Sollux had no idea what this girl was scheming, even with his psychic powers. Women are confusing.     "(Nam

You stared lethargically at your screen and sighed loudly. There was nothing to do. You had no e-mails, no messages, no… anything, really. You tilted back in your chair. It squeaked in protest but you ignored it. Tilt. You smiled a bit, finding how entertaining the tilting of the chair was. Tilt. Tilt. Ti- "FIDDLESTICKS!" you screamed as your chair fell backwards and the back of your head met the ground. "Owww." Your phone vibrated in your pocket. "OH, SO WHEN I INJURE MYSELF, NOW I GET PESTERED?" you yelled at no-one in particular and took your phone out of your pocket and tapped the Pesterchum tab. ectoBiologist [eB] began pes

  You slammed your journal shut and threw the pen across the room.     No-one could ever know what you put in there. That pen could be some sort of clue. You chucked the journal behind the headboard of your bed.  Only you could reach back there. You had the most wonderful invention ever, the dinosaur head-pick up-trigger-thing that you had no idea what its official name was. You stored that in hiding in your closet too. Once you filled that thing up, you'd throw it in a fire and watch it burn. Burn, you say. If anyone did see it, you'd stick a knife through their mouth so they could tell no-one.  

   Oh, how you loved summer vacation. You always stayed up all night, with not a care in the world. Once in a while you would doze off, but not that much.   Last night you had slept for a bit, and you woke up with a sickening feeling in your gut. "Ugh." You groaned miserably as you turned your attention to the ceiling.    Why had you taped a picture of Michael Jackson there? Oh yeah, because you loved Michael Jackson. You forgot about that.    You rolled out of your bed and faceplanted against the soft carpet beneath. You groaned again and got up, running to the bathroom to find some

The rainy season passes and into utterly clear skies, I stare, and alone I fluffthink. 1954 Alfred sat under a oak tree and sighed quietly. April was behind him now, and he looked up into a clear blue sky, dotted with clouds. He sat quietly and his mind started to wander off towards what he was going to do tonight. I'm sure by now, you've gone as far from me as these clouds. He slightly smiled at the thought of it, but then it was wiped off his face as he remembered (name). She had left a few days ago, and the blonde had missed her so much. She was a close friend of his, and he was devastated when he found out she was going to leave. Th