Creepypasta- the bleeding ocean by Silvernazo, literature
Literature
Creepypasta- the bleeding ocean
I was on my way home from school, and I was bringing my best friend, Lilly, home with me today. She was going to be living with us for a while, because she was kicked out of home. I felt sorry for her, but at the same time I was excited that she was going to be staying with us. Why was she kicked out of home you ask? I don't know myself, she won't tell even me.
She had always been a good friend to me, and we were like sisters. We both liked one thing in particular; Pokemon. Lilly and I would always trade and battle each other. For some reason though, the whole way home, she didn't say a word to me... She acted like a completely different per
Tristan took in a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled. He was glad to finally be back home in Viridian city. He wore a smile on his face.
Since the Munna incident, Tristan had thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. He had finally decided to go home to Kanto for some much-needed rest and relaxation. He had gathered his things, and headed to Castelia City for the next boat home. To his surprise, the Munna had grown to like him, and had decided to tag along with him. He had been happy to have found a new friend, and welcome
Creepy PoKePoEtRy Entry Sealed by doldendraco14, literature
Literature
Creepy PoKePoEtRy Entry Sealed
How did this happen?
Trapped within this cage of greed
Fear, complete terror
Evil, hate-filled heart
What is happening to me?
I cannot feel love...
Everything turns black
Just what have they done to us?
There's joy no longer...
All these mental wounds
What is that shrieking I hear?
Where is my kindness?
Compassion, it's gone
Where once was empathy, there's
Only this vacuum
Kill now, no mercy
I'm becoming something else
Please, won't you help me?
This curse, Reverse Mode
Flashing and screaming and pain
When will it all end?
My conscience now torn
No emotions to hold back
Nothing, there's nothing
I live just to kill
Ser
Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind by doldendraco14, literature
Literature
Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind
"So, who will be your starter?"
The young trainer grinned as I showed him the three Pokemon. Snivy, the Grass Snake grass type; Tepig, the Fire Pig fire type; and Oshawott, the Sea Otter water type. He examined them carefully, looking them over, noting every little detail about their appearance. He giggled at Snivy, her head held high and mighty. When Oshawott demonstrated his flexibility and promptly fell over, he clapped and laughed. Tepig's shyness and almost panicked look caused the boy to frown, stroking the Pokémon's head comfortingly and whispering kind words. Eventually he looked up at me, eyes sparkling with happiness and excit
Creepypasta: Assassin Pokemon by MysticShaymin, literature
Literature
Creepypasta: Assassin Pokemon
Most people have heard or at least played the game called Pocket Monster, or as everyone calls it for short, Pokemon. The game is where you're a trainer, boy or girl (however, in the older games you had no choose and had to pick the boy) then you catch and train 'cute' or perhaps 'cool' looking pokemon then defeat the bad guys in it then catch some legendary bla bla. It was boring, in every main game it seemed like it always followed that same old plot day in and day out. Honestly, what was so wonderful about it? At least thats the opinion of a young man, no wait, TEENager. He was about 14, going into it 15 soon enough. His name was Rick, his
These creepypastas were made years ago when I was very young, and they are old, terribly cliché and outdated. I keep them posted only because some people still enjoy reading these, and they remain a fond memory for many. Whether you're reading these for laughs, or because you legitimately like them, I hope you enjoy!
To cut a long intro short, I found a used copy of SoulSilver at my dear local GameStop. It was cheap, so I bought it with my own money, and I went home to play it, usual scenario. When I started to play it though, my little sister kept annoying me, begging for me to let her play it too. I told her I would let her play it la