Tag: Horror

Blog Series Creepy Pasta Editorial Poems

Welcome, Welcome

By RotaractArts 0

Come, come you won't get bored,'cause I let you in my humble abode.Promise I'll keep your company to no end,For you are my bestest friend. There,Greet my mama on the couch.Worry not, they're inside this pouch.Her eyes and ears and tongue and hair,Stored inside with love and care. Look,My little brother wants to play ball.But, alas, he is useless than a clay doll.His arms and legs, you ask where?Oh, they are probably in his play area. We are an odd bunch, now you see.There's also my big brother in his study.He never comes out of that big ugly room,"Scary things happen there", whispers the moon. Fear, oh fear, I see in your face.Now I know you're about to run a…

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Blog Series Creepy Pasta Editorial Poems

Dreams

By RotaractArts 0

(Volume 02: Nightmares) It was a nightmare… The things we see when our eyes are closed, We call them "Dreams" I dream, but I'm not a dreamer. I just dream. It didn't feel like a dream,  The darkness I witnessed  Was too realistic. People toasting with  Poisonous champagne,  Serpents creeping leisurely In this scene.  I wanted to scream.  I tried and I cried  To take me out of this world,  Not knowing it's a dream. I saw boogeymen, ghouls  And werewolves. But I was most afraid to see  Humans. Corinthian was looking  Straight at me. There's no Sandman to save me. When it all ended,  I opened my eyes to see  What I woke up into... - Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe

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Editorial Poems

A Night of Revenge

By RotaractArts 0

Red paint splashed all over the room, Smell of salt and metal, Funny how one could almost think blood has been spilled tonight in a calm household. A guy on all fours, Begging, crying- "Not my Son, not him He's still eighteen" And a grim lover at the counter, Starring at the mess on the kitchen floor Flesh, and more "Red paint" Boom! The once pale body, laid on the floor Gives not a single twitch His Ken-doll lips - blue, now tainted with wet streaks of Red, A young man hovers over the broken pieces of a marble statue, Stands and walks back, A snail leaving dark trails of revenge, Sense of smug pride strewn across the white face,…

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Blog Series The Ghoul Game

தெகிவளை மிருகக்காட்சிச்சாலையில் ஓர் அமானுசியக் கதை

By RotaractArts 0

அது ஒரு அழகிய நாள் வாழ்வில் மறக்க முடியாத ஒரு தருணம் சிறிதாவும் றோசனும்  ஒன்றாக சென்ற வளியில் அவர்கள் மனமானது ஒரு சந்தோசமான இடத்தை தேடி...

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Blog Series The Ghoul Game

Do you believe in spirits?

By RotaractArts 1

“Do you believe in spirits?”  “No Jessi! For the hundredth time I do not believe in spirits! Why do you always ask these weird questions dude?”  “But I’m telling you! Spirits are as real as the blue bananas that you didn’t believe existed until I showed you that documentary on them!”  “Dude! Bananas can exist! It’s a fruit. Spirits on the other hand are a load of gibberish! Tell me! Do you have any do you have any of your "documentaries" to prove this spirit theory?”  “No. But I-”  “Jessi, leave it. I’m never going to believe your nonsense on this spirit business! Gosh!”  “Oh but I have something else you might find interesting.”  “Jessi, I swear to god if…

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Blog Series The Ghoul Game

பட்டம்  சூட்டும் வைபவத்தில்  ஒரு  அமானுஷ்ய   சக்தி

By RotaractArts 0

அன்று மார்கழி மாதம் எனது சட்ட கல்லூரிக்கான பட்டபடிப்புகள் அனைத்தும் நிறைவேறின . பட்டமளிப்புக்காண நாளும் மார்கழி இறுதி என்று நாள்  குறிக்கப்பட்டது. நானும் எனது குடும்பத்தினரும் சந்தோஷத்தின்  எல்லைக்கே  சென்று விட்டோம்.ஏனெனில் நான் இனிமேல் உயர்நீதிமன்றத்தில் ஒரு சட்டத்தரணியாக வழக்கு  உரைக்க போகின்றேன் என்று . நான் ஒரு கிராமத்தில் பிறந்து வளர்ந்த நடுத்தர வர்க்கத்துப் பெண் .

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Blog Series The Ghoul Game

The Hatred

By RotaractArts 0

I  I no longer have the energy to run. At this point, I want to lie down and cry because my entire body hurts, but I force myself to push through. I turned to leave this library; I can't bear to stay any longer. I shuffle toward the front door. Even though it's pouring so heavily and dark outside, I feel more at ease when I can see the outside world.   I took a deep breath as I stepped outside the door, which felt nothing short of liberating. I didn't move despite the rain being extremely painful and harsh on my skin when it came into contact with my open wounds.   I can hear the sirens now.  II  "Thank god!"…

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Blog Series The Ghoul Game

ආත්මයන්ගේ මහා අඩවියේ හාස්‍ය සොයා ගිය ගමන 

By RotaractArts 1

අක්කර 50කට වඩා විශාල භූමියක් ඇති, සුදු ඇඳගත් කතුන්, කළු සුනඛයන්, තවත් නොයෙක් විදියේ කතා නිතරම ඇසෙනා බොරැල්ල සුසානභූමි අඩවියට සන්ද්‍යායාමයක පය තියන්න අපට තිබ්බේ ලොකු කුතුහලයකි. මමත්, සිද්ධි, ලූකා, හස්ති, විලන් සහා කේෂව මේ ගමන යන්න ⁣කාලයක් තිස්සේ බලන් හිටියේ ඔය කියන විදියේ දේවල් ඇත්තටම සිද්ද වෙනවාද යන්න හරි ඇහැකින් බලාගන්න තිබ්බ ආසාවටමයි.

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