Andrea Jones

"We would like you to write about Christmas. Take a minute then tell us about it." "Christmas? Alright... An evil spirit comes to kill the merriment, it's claws rips through-" "No, N-" "and there is blood and gore and it's all like GRARRRR and then everyone dies a horrible dea-" "No no no no, we want you to make it NICE." "Nice..." "Never mind." All my work is Copyrighted

[fearfanfiction]

"...all while..." "...all the while..." Mean the same thing, or is it just me?

[fearfanfiction]

Star Wars

Darth Vaper

[just-shower-thoughts]

If I had a dollar for every girl who found me unattractive, they would eventually find me attractive.

[officialjiggly]

I JUST PUT MY SHIRT ON AND THERE WAS A SPIDER IN IT!!!!!!!!

[thetowndrugdealer]

or did you just put a shirt on that a spider was already wearing?

[biphoenix]

thats so rude

[ossuarychapel]

Ideas for Animal Crossing

• When you’re on the start up bit, talking to Isabelle, she’ll say ‘Oh, and Mayor, there’s a new resident moving in soon, don’t forget to come to the town hall to help them!’ And you say hi and tell them, where to build their house!

• For a fee of 10,000 bells you can choose to ‘Pack up and move’ the campsite, three times maximum.

• More skin (permanent) colour options!!

• Longer hair

• The vanities and make up case can apply make up, they’d sell it at Shampoodle.

• To be able to rotate pwp’s.

• After you find 100 Ore rocks, the next time you load your mayors file, Isabelle will tell you to come down and pick up a Golden Pick Axe, which can smash the permanent rocks.

• You can talk to Isabelle and say ‘I’m having an Identity Crisis!’ and for 50,000 you can change your town name, or your mayors name.

• Celeste has her Observatory back.

• You can pick a villager for each save file to become a room mate,and they could rearrange the furniture.

• Gyroid section in the Museum.

• When you get all the badges from Phineas, He can ask to sell balloons in your town, like in City Folk.

• Villagers can go on holiday to the island and help out with mini games,

• When the villagers are on holiday you have to help look after their house, cleaning, and watering plants.

[alexandrasenpaiiiiii]

Love this. As well as more colorful villagers and different breeds of cats/dogs. Wouldn’t you love to see a fluffy Himalayan cat walking around town?

[zylv-blog]

I HATE ACCIDENTALLY HURTING DOGS THEY SCREAM AND THEN THEY ACT LIKE THEYRE SORRY AND ITS THEIR FAULT AND THEY TRUSTED YOU AND YOU FUCKING STEPPED ON THEM OR PICKED THEM UP WRONG THEY TRUSTED YOU AND YOU HURT THEM

[fearfanfiction]

Just like humans.

[alexenglish]

THERE ARE FOUR MOVIES BASED AROUND THE PREMISE THAT THAT IS A TERRIBLE FUCKING IDEA

[fearfanfiction]

I quite like The Smiling Man Creepypasta. My theory is that he's insane and trying to drive the main character insane so that he can take over as The Smiling Man. Obsession can often lead to insanity.

[fearfanfiction]

Just because someone has the most money, doesn't make them the best.

[fearfanfiction]

In my room

In my room, there is doom, under my bed, monsters loom. Late at night, tucked in tight, they creep and, give me a fright.

[fearfanfiction]

Rant

Age is man made, as is time. Deep in thought, I am lost for hours. I argue with my mind about these things. Then I get dragged to reality, I prefer to stay in my mind. It's a wonderful place, as real as anything. I think about this we start another debate. Is anything real or just an illusion? I consider this, before I answer. My mind doesn't use this thinking. as a weakness in my argument. It will not jump on me if I take time to consider my answer. Humans are impatient when they think they are right. Spring a controversial topic on me then get annoyed when I think. My mind is the only one who will think me sane. Who will not question, but rather answer. Man made inventions, making us more impatient. When I'm late for something by even a second and someone reprimands me, a grin crosses my face. I remind them time is man made.

[fearfanfiction]

Untitled

Running my tongue across my teeth, I feel what’s bubbling underneath.

I give myself a little grin, I think about letting it win.

I swallow yet another pill, my thoughts once again scream ‘kill!’

I’m too tired to keep on fighting, but I find the struggle inviting.

I’ve never been angry in my life, why am I holding a bloody knife?

I hurt it so it will go away, but it just comes another day.

[fearfanfiction]

Death's Door - Hannah

I was reading the newspaper and sighed; the train taking me away from my latest failed audition was still stuck on the line, the engineer having told us it would take an hour to get help. It was late, the only passengers in the carriage being the sleeping student and myself. I looked out of the window and saw a strange shape; it was a, what looked like, black figure, though I could not make out any of its features. It appeared to be moving towards me.

It frightened me.

I looked away from the figure, instead focusing on my reflection in the glass. I stared into her eyes and she stared back into mine. I noticed her crow’s feet, wrinkled forehead and lips no longer full. She noticed hers, too.

My eyes flicked to the side and my pupils dilated as the shape had silently crept right up to the carriage. I could only see a hand which pressed, flat palmed, against the glass. The hand was not normal, but rather made of a black mist simply forming a hand-like shape. Before my eyes could record any other detail they became heavy and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I awoke in a pitch black room, no longer on the train. By feeling around, I could tell that there was a single door in front of me.

A voice boomed into the room, “Hannah Hartley, 58.”

I replied, “Where am I?”

Then a light switched on. I looked to see a single light bulb hanging, though I could see no ceiling or any wiring. I could see my surroundings, or lack of them, now. The room was no more than twelve foot in both length and width.

Then I noticed that the door was made of thick glass and when I looked closer I could see a word etched in it. I couldn’t quite make it out as the tiredness was once again seeping into my eyes.

Waking up in a different, dimly lit, room this time, I could see the shadowy sillouhette ambling towards me. There was light behind it and as it became closer it also became clearer.

I prepared to feel the horrid sensation I had felt before. I scrunched up my eyes and balled my hands. But I felt nothing.

My eyes focused and I was staring in a mirror. No, it wasn’t a mirror. Standing in front of me was a reflection of myself but when I looked into her pupils I saw black.

Her features suddenly became young and fresh, taking forty years off of my life.

The younger version of myself suddenly lost her youthful grace, her forehead becoming wrinkled. I could sense her spirit diminishing.

Despite this, I felt happy and alive for the first time in many years. I was laughing. I nodded at my doppelganger and she smiled before fading.

I awoke once more in a field full of flowers that I remembered playing in as a child. But, there was the glass door.

I smiled as I could now see the glistening writing on the door,

‘Peace’

My eyes were tired.

I awoke as the train jolted to life.

I felt a new sense of my existence.

My eyes shone for the first time in decades. I looked up and saw the shadowy figure watching over me.

I looked into its eyes, the only solid thing about it, and got lost in them.

I relaxed back into the seat, my eyes drooping.

I felt her stare in my mind.

I understood now that it was being kind to me.

I smiled as my lids gently shut.

My last curtain call.

I could feel my heart slowing.

Rest in Peace.

[fearfanfiction]

Who wants a gory horror story to read?

[sagihairius]

last night i had this dream where shrek was turned into a lady ogre and fionna was asked if it was cool with her and she said “yes i am bishrekual” and i woke up crying

[fearfanfiction]

Calm down Satan

[fearfanfiction]

Dear younger generation,

Please stop making up stupid slang names for things.