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Rate them and stuff,

He woke up upon dirt, His eyes heavy, his mind clouded, he slowly shifted his eye around the cave walls. It was dark, dark as coal, he could barely make out some of the features of the walls. Drool was slowly leaking from his lip onto the smooth cold sand, he tried to get up, sharp pains penetrated his bones.

He finally gathered the strength to lift himself up, staggering and resting agaisent a wall, his face and body caked in dirt. He started to adjust to his surroundings, The place was damp, real damp. He took a sore step forward, his foot sinking a bit into the smooth sand, he took another step, towards what he could make out as a rock in the middle of the dark chamber.

He coughs up a bit of sand, he makes it to the rock and rests, putting his hand up to his cheek to rest his spine. He did not know why he was here, or where he was, but all he knew is that was really, really, silent and dark, He began feeling around for a identyfying sign of his location.

His palms brushed agaisent something that seemed faimilar to him, Steel, he put his fingers around it and gripped it, whatever it was, it was shaped like an L, and it was covered in something that had dried a bit of time ago.

As he wrapped his hands around it, a sharp sting coursed through his veins, he dropped the gun insteinctvly, and something skittered away.
He pondered what cruel action he had taken to bring him to such a place,
as he though, he heard something that broke the silence, the crash of
boulders hitting the ground, then silience.

He starting hearing what sounded like the beating of heavily armoured
feet beat the ground, coming closer and closer to him,
as it got to the point where it would come face to face with him,
it stopped, silience, once again.

The man looked around franticly, nothing showed itself, he staggerd
up, and began to look for any light, and form of light, something
that would restore his vision of the dark place.

Something else, too broke the silence, a low moaning coming from the
far end of the chamber, and what sounded like something clawing around
in the sand. It was the only sound emitting from anywhere in the dark
chamber, after a few minutes of it, it too stopped. The man sat down
again with his head between his knees, unwilling to face what has
stalked him.

Something scrawled it's fingers on his shoulder, he looked behind him
to find something staring into his eyes, the man blinked, and it was gone.
He shuddered, trying to keep his head, he heard something clawing the rock around him,
all around him, which direction was it coming from? The darkness mocked him, it bit him,
it cruelly took the only sense that would enable him to meet the things that lurk
within this chamber.

Something clawed his back slowly and whispered in his ear with a raspy voice, "Run"
in a long drawn out moan the echoed throughout the halls of the chamber,
The man immeaditly got up and ran, straight into a wall.

Sunday Morning, July 6, 1946
They hoist the body of a navyman, stuck for days within the ship's spetic tank,
who apparently to his own life with his sidearm,
All I read was the last sentence...which contained some disturbing info about some guy in a tank full of poo...

You sir write sick stories

Neat idea, doubt it'll last though. I'll get one of mine up in a minute.

EDIT: It's a cheesy little number, but nevertheless, thar she blows:
He walked through the catacombs with a lit torch, hoping to find some decent plunder, given that he had found his way there through the royal mausoleum. He didn't particularly feel like there would be any danger, but he had brought a small dagger with him just to be safe. The dank, moist air smelled of decay and mold, and the shadows cast by the flickering light of the torch exhibited their forlorn dances on the walls of the tomb and the coffins of its forever silent inhabitants.To most with their wits about them, the place would have been undeniably eerie and the increasing tenseness in and weight of the air would have been a message from the spiritual remnants of the resident corpses to get out and never look back. However, this man walking through the tomb at this ungodly hour of night with his torch was not one of superstition. He could care less about silly old wives' tales and tales of hauntings and the like. In his line of work, he could not afford to believe such nonsense, lest he be terrified to think of what may lie beyond the pieces of wood that separated him from his payload on a nightly basis.
On this night, he left his shovel at home, for he knew that the mausoleum would be open for a new entry in the morning. The royal servant had died of old age and was to be buried alongside the designated spots for his masters. He cared not, however, for what the servant had taken with himself to the grave. What he did care about was the plethora of loot to be had from the other bodies in the mausoleum, which spanned the royal family history for close to a thousand years. The persistent creaks and groans of the place around him did not bother him at all, nor did they suggest to him any sentience on the part of his laconic companions in their caskets. However, when he found the coffin he desired and had smashed the rotted wooden cover to pieces, the place sighed and groaned in hellish, living fury and the stone door to the mausoleum slid shut of its own accord.
He pulled his rosary out of his pocket and kissed it, hurriedly praying to God under his breath, when came a booming voice. "Your prayers will not help you here. Do you think your God provides salvation for those who have not done well in life? Do you think he would damn a being who made good choices and led a life of purity to an existence such as mine?" The man, now frightened at the chastising by the disembodied voice of fury, defiantly shouted back, "I'm not afraid of you!", to which the livid spectre replied, "You've no reason to fear me. I am but a disembodied voice; a ghost; a spectre; a fragile remnant of a once living being, now without influence. I can not touch you and therefore cannot directly harm you. However, the door is now sealed and my brethren and I shall no longer be alone to rot in these chambers of sorrow." The thief, terrified of what this rather ominous statement could mean, gathered his breath and stammered out one question, "What do you mean?"
"I have no desire to provide you the mercy of a swift death. Had we met in this same circumstance when I possessed a tangible human shell I would have left you to suffer the same fate as I that leave you to now. A spectre needs not food or drink; a spectre requires no form of sustenance to sustain his form. A spectre feels nothing but unending loneliness. All he really wants is some company." and with an ominous sarcastic glee in his voice, the ghost said, "Welcome to the family."

Copyright madbasslover/Joshua Jones (Ya never know these days...)
Last edited by madbasslover at Feb 15, 2008,
i think there is too much ADD in the pit for this thread to last
Quote by happytimeharry
you're asking UG for advice on what to do with your life? Prepare to have a career as a fluffer in the porn industry...
ok, after actually reading the story...you sick ****! you disgust me!!

will you be my friend?
Bought for a few pennies
Now you're all just empty
Fucking soulless machines

-All Shall Perish

He furiously strokes his throbbing member. Then in one big thrust to his hand, he climaxed all over himself as he lets out a moan of satisfaction. The end.

hope i'm doing it right
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ok, after actually reading the story...you sick ****! you disgust me!!

will you be my friend?

Shure, what time will I pick you up?
Ah, I'll have to type the short story I wrote for my English exam once I get it back. Until then, good stories everyone. Except for newsoftheworld...
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "if I live I will kill you."
"If I die, you are forgiven."
Such is the rule of honour.
SS #2:
Little girl has new friend.His name is P The Edo Bear and he has a van.

P The Edo Bear says "What girl?"
Best short think i ever read.

An investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The investment banker complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The fisherman replied, "Only a little while."

The investment banker then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"

The fisherman said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."

The investment banker then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, stroll into the village each evening and spend time with my family, I have a full and busy life."

The investment banker scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to a big town and eventually to the the city where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."

The fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the investment banker replied, "15 to 20 years."

"But what then?" asked the fisherman.

The investment banker laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions?...Then what?"

The investment banker said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings and spend time with your family."
Six-year old Tiffany Tanner ran across the forest floor. The plush green grass tickled her feet, and her bright blue eyes stared in amazement out from under her dirty blond hair at the ancient, towering trees surrounding her. In this haze of green and gold she ran, giggling like any child would. She ran until she came to a clearing. Except this was more than just a clearing, it was a complete break in the forest. There was green grass tangled with leaves and weeds, and then it was a barren wasteland as far as her little eyes could see. She inched forward cautiously, stretching her arms out to meet the transparent bubble that separated reality from fantasy. As she neared the barrier her heart raced in her chest. She could hear it pounding in her head. It was a bubble, and her arm went straight through. On the other side, her arm began to burn. She tried to draw back, but couldn’t. She struggled desperately, making light whimpering noises, before she gave it up. Then she continued forward. As the rest of her body crossed the barrier, an intense heat compressed upon her, causing her lungs to expel what little oxygen remained. Her head began to spin and she sank to her knees. Convulsions ripped through her body, sending clouds of dust and sand into the air. Then the world turned black.
When Tiffany came to, she was oblivious to what had happened. She looked around and saw that she was in some kind of room. A low, dark ceiling stood directly above her. Black, stone walls surrounded her. There were no windows, and just one wooden door with no handle or lock on the inside. There was no way to escape. Tiffany curled up on the tiny cot she woke up on and began to cry. Tears poured down her cheeks and her body rocked with her silent sobs.
Suddenly, Tiffany heard a sharp rap at the door. The door slowly crept open and a hooded figure stepped inside. The entire body was draped in heavy black cloth, except for the pale, muscular arms, which were bare. On his wrists he wore heavy shackles that clanked together at every move. Around his neck was another heavy metal collar. Huge black chains hung from it. The figure’s face was hidden completely in shadows.
A slow calm voice began to invade her imagination. “Do not be afraid. I will do you no harm.” The figure approached Tiffany and he lifted his head slightly, revealing glimmering ruby red eyes, and a grinning mouth full of jagged teeth. The mouth opened and issued forth his true voice; a high-pitched tittering voice that filled the entire room and raised goose bumps on Tiffany’s arms. “You will give me the help I need. In thirteen years I will find you again. It is then that I will need you.”
As the demon walked backwards, he dematerialized into a thick black smoke. Tiffany stood up and went to the black door. She pushed on it and it immediately swung forward. She stepped out onto the desert floor, and when she saw the familiar forest only one hundred feet in front of her, she began to run. She burst through the bubble keeping her in this hellish nightmare and toppled onto the silky green grass of the forest. It was in this forest that she fell asleep and forced the experience out of her mind.
Tiffany Tanner drove down the highway in her birthday present, a fully restored, black 1969 Mustang convertible. Her short, blond hair whipped around her face and she smiled. She turned on the radio.
“This is KRQX in Johnsonville. We’re bringing you today’s hits, all day. But first we have a special birthday shout-out to Tiffany Tanner. She’s nineteen today. Happy birthday Tiffany, from all of us here at KRQX.”
Tiffany’s smile widened as she listened and she turned off the highway into a suburban housing development. She slowed and parked outside of number 420. She got out and ran to greet the man walking out of the house with a hug.
Tyler King looked down at his girlfriend and grinned. “Did you hear my shout-out on the radio?” he asked hopefully.
“I wondered if that was you,” she replied. “Hey, what do you say we take a walk?”
Tyler nodded and they started off down the road, hand in hand. As they walked in silence, Tiffany’s eyes constantly wandered up to Tyler’s handsome face. Brilliant blue eyes stared back at her from behind his long black hair.
“Where are we going?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied playfully. “Just around…”
They continued walking and came to a dead end, a forest just behind it. The trees were so thick they couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead. Without saying anything, Tiffany led Tyler into the darkness. They walked slowly for a while, until they came to a little clearing. Tiffany stopped and sat down on the plush grass covering the forest floor. Tyler sat down next to her and grabbed her hand. Tyler closed his eyes and leaned forward. Tiffany’s heart was racing and just before their lips met she saw something behind him and shot up.
Looking disappointed Tyler asked, “What’s up?”
Tiffany didn’t say anything but just stared past Tyler. He turned around and was amazed at what he saw. About ten yards away the forest ended and turned into desert. Curiosity rose in both of them and they approached the barrier. For the second time in her life, Tiffany put her hands forward and walked through the bubble. As soon as she was across, her memory came flooding back. The intense heat that was somehow gone after thirteen years, the dark room, and most of all, she remembered the demon and what he said to her. Fear ran through her and she wanted to scream. But it was fear that kept her mouth closed. She felt a pair of cold hands on her back and jumped.
“It’s ok, it’s just me,” came Tyler’s voice from behind her. This calmed her a little bit. “What is this place?” he asked in wonder. Tyler was completely fearless; he was in wonder at this new discovery. He was too busy scanning this new place in amazement to hear the footsteps approaching.
Then came the high-pitched whisper that Tiffany was dreading to hear. “Thank you,” said the voice, its face turned toward Tiffany. “I knew I could count on you.”
Tyler turned around as the robed figure approached. The clank of the chains grew louder and the sky grew dark. When he was within ten feet of the couple he stopped and the world was almost completely black.
“This is the first of many I need from you Tiffany,” said the demon. “Death keeps me alive, and you shall bring it.”
Tiffany began to sob with fear and confusion. Tears streaked down her face, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy. “Why me?” she sobbed into her hands.
“It doesn’t matter now.”
Fear compressed upon Tyler’s body and he stood rigid as he watched the demon approach. The glowing red eyes flashed brighter with each beat of Tyler’s heart. The last things that Tyler saw were the gleaming red eyes, and that maniacal smile filled with jagged teeth.
Tiffany saw the entire process through her fingers. She watched the demon approach her boyfriend, thrust his hands into his chest and rip out his still beating heart. She watched the demon devour it. She watched the blood drip to the desert floor from his mouth, and she watched the wasted body of her boyfriend slump lifelessly to the ground.
Her scream echoed through the dark Hell she had found herself in.
The demon looked up and went to her. “Once again I must thank you.”
She began to sob even harder and hid her face from the demon.
The demon lifted his hood and made Tiffany look at him. Now instead of gleaming red eyes, she saw ordinary brown globes. Instead of a grinning mouth full of broken teeth, there was an ordinary, unsmiling mouth. Now, everything about this man was ordinary. Tiffany stopped crying and just stared at him.
Now he spoke in a completely ordinary voice. “You must not fear me when my hood is up. It deceives others, making me look the way people would expect a demon to look. I want you to call me by my true name, Dagon. Now, I’ve told you that you are going to work for me. All I need…”
But Tiffany cut him off. “What if I don’t want to help you?”
Dagon smiled. “You don’t have a choice. Either you choose to do as I say, or I take the power of choice from you. There is no way around it. Now, as I was saying, your job is simple. All you need to do is take the lives of five. But not just any five people. These people have to be family, friends, anyone that you are close with. You must use this knife.” He pulled out of his long robe a long jagged knife. The handle was black and the blade was curved into an ‘S’ shape and it shone in the low and eerie light.
Tiffany was shaking her head. “I can't do that. You expect me to kill people I love? That’s ridiculous! I won’t do it!”
Dagon began to laugh. “Oh yes you will. And like I said, you can either make the choice or have no ability to choose. Is that what you want? Have no soul, no conscience, no freewill? Only able to do what is demanded of you, and nothing more? Is that how you want it for the rest of your meaningless life?” He was shouting at her.
Tiffany began to back away from him. “What happens after I do this? I just kill some people and then I’m free to go? That can’t be it.”
“I care not what you do after the job is done! Just so long as it is done…and I know it will be.”
Slowly, Tiffany began to nod. “Ok, I’ll do it. But then I’m done. Just five and I’m done with you.”
A knowing smile flickered across Dagon’s lips. “That’s good. Just those five and you never have to see me again. However, if you ever want to, you can come see me whenever you like. The way is always open.”
you could role play and say "hello hermione, would you like me to put my wand into your chamber of secrets?!"

Quote by happytimeharry

"Honey, would you like cake or pie for dessert?"

Original Lyrics:
Not Crawling Back
Tiffany didn’t respond. She took the knife from Dagon, and with a look of dread on her face she reentered the forest. She nearly sprinted through the trees, trying to keep back the tears that threatened to burst forth at any moment. She jumped in her car that no longer seemed new and drove off. This time, no smile crossed her lips as she felt the cool night air whip her hair around. She turned onto a gravel road, pulled into the first house that came into sight. She grabbed the knife and walked in.
“Becky?” came Tiffany’s calm voice from inside the house.
A joyous shout arose from Becky, then a gasp, then a scream of horror. Tiffany walked back to her car with her white shirt covered in splatters of dark red. One down, she thought. She drove off into the night and came to another house a few miles down the road. The mailbox in front said “Tanner.” This time Tiffany made not a sound as she watched the bodies of her grandparents hit the floor.
A change was coming over Tiffany Tanner. No longer was she on the verge of tears. She showed no expression, she was blank, empty. Her bright-blue eyes were now cold and black. Her blood-splattered face was no longer beautiful. It was the wasted face of a person who, at one time, had everything and loved everything and then somehow forgot it all. Someone in the deepest level of Hell. Tiffany was changing.
She finally arrived at her parents’ house. The lights were still on. Tiffany walked inside. There was a scream and the sound of breaking glass. Two minutes later, Tiffany walked outside, still clutching the blood-drenched knife that her new acquaintance had given to her. Now, with a grin on her face, she got back in her car and left for the forest.
No rational thoughts went through her mind as she strode proudly through the barrier separating the forest with her new home.
you could role play and say "hello hermione, would you like me to put my wand into your chamber of secrets?!"

Quote by happytimeharry

"Honey, would you like cake or pie for dessert?"

Original Lyrics:
Not Crawling Back