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Visit flash physics test by eppy-zing and hit download to get the .swf file

[izzywhisker]

Slundermon (poem)

Once claimed that nobody knew who/what slenderman even was. Now I assume he is a tumblr sexyman just like so many others.

Also on Deviantart: Slundermon by eppy-zing

Today I'll cancel all my plans I'm due a visit from a special man Wears a suit and tie but has no face He'll come in the night to take me away I come home from school and rush to my room Wolf down a sandwich, play my favourite tune I fill a suitcase with essential gear Hairbrush, toothbrush, change of underwear I sit on the bed and I wait and I wait Around 10pm he comes through the gate at the front of the house, and I rush to greet him I tell him not to worry about dinner, I've eaten He holds my suitcase in one hand and my shoulder in the other Talks about the mess of life and who's trying to recover I tell him of bullies, crimes, knives in school That's the purpose of his existance, his #1 Rule He takes a child from the horror of life Gives them freedom and peace from the gun and the knife I say that I'm Suffering, and Take Me Tonight That's Why I'm Here, he says. Now Is Your Time Leave home at fifteen and follow a special person A man who I've spent my life researching Today I'll cancel all my plans I'm due a visit from the Slenderman        

[izzywhisker]

looking at all these in the archive makes me want to get back into SE

Also on Deviantart: Chrona by eppy-zing

[izzywhisker]

Caption I want an image, an idea that takes all of my available resources to create. I want the end resut to leave nothing more than myself and this thing, alone in an empty room, an empty house, an empty world. I'm not sure what this image is, yet. It could take five minutes, it could take an entire lifetime of work, to make. I want to leave a mark on the world so intense, so dazzling, that it will touch someone in such a way that their whole life will be torn from the quiet computer desk and launched into space, amidst the stars and planets too huge to imagine, and this person will hover alone, in their own atmosphere, and take in the universe, and the whole concept will be so amazing that a tiny whisper of amazement will be the loudest and most beautiful thing they have ever heard. We are all this person: We all want to create something beautiful. If I can't achieve something this beautiful, why create? I want to shout; to let every emotion and feeling become its own entity and engulf me as I become a shooting star and hurtle back to the Earth as quickly as I came. I don't land with a noise, I land with an(sic) feeling. Emptiness. Freedom. Everything has been released and I am new. A clean slate. An empty canvas that waits until a masterpiece is crafted onto its very being.

Also on Deviantart: Creation by eppy-zing

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Night Terror (fic)

Horror story.

Also on Deviantart Night Terror by eppy-zing

It's pitch black when the person I'm sharing the bed with sits bolt upright, pulling me from a half-decent dream which I immediately forget. As the silhouette of my girlfriend takes a deep breath and smoothes her hair and the covers bunched around her legs, I roll over onto my front and tilt the clock so I can see the bright green numbers. The clock shows 02:04 proudly and I turn it away again with a sigh. "What are you doing? It's 2 in the morning..." I mumble, my voice still groggy from sleep. She takes another breath in. Through her movements I sense that she look s at me, probably trying to see me clearly in the dark, and then looks down at herself, her hands. I prop myself up on my elbows and squint at her in the dark. "You  okay?" I ask. Her voice trails out in a whisper. "I.. I died.." Another deep breath. "It was just a dream, honey, go back to sleep." I mumble and bury my face into the pillow, turning over again. She doesn't move. I turn back towards her. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I can see she's moved her hands to cover her mouth. "That's exactly what you said - excatly those words- and then he. He killed us. You and then me. There was so much blood-" Her words catch in her throat and she shakes. I sit up and put my arm round her. "Honey, it's okay. No-one's gonna hurt you." She seems comforted by this and lies down. I turn and adjust the pillow behind me. It's then that whatever clouds were covering the moon move, casting a silver slow through the thin curtains on all objects in the room. It's then that I see him. Standing over by the door, a solitary man, carrying his own piece of moonlight. Silver shines on his teeth, his wide grin, and the knife in his hand. "It was lovely watching you two sleep," he smiles, "but nap time's over."