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CreepyPasta- The HackI've always been a fan of the Pokemon games. I remember getting into the cards as a kid, and from there I went to the show, and finally, the games. And even though I got rid of my cards long ago, and I haven't watched the show in years, when the new games come out, I'm always excited to try them out and spend days playing them. And every once in a while, I go back to my old games for a nostalgia trip. Call me childish, but something about those old games keeps calling me back for more, no matter how many times I play through them.

The problem is that my Pokemon blue version can't save anymore. Whether it's a dead internal battery or just a wCreepyPasta- The Hack3 years ago in Short Stories

Strangled Red There are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don't these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.
I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage tStrangled Red2 years ago in Short Stories

The Origin.

November 16, 1995
     While at Cinnabar Island on the coast I met a strange Pokemon, it looks like blocks but together to make a backward 'L'. So after observing it I decided to catch it.

November 19,1995
     After observing this strange creature, I decided to see how it fought in a Pokemon battle. After training It seems it uses water gun a lot and sky attack, so in conclusion I think it's a normal/flying type.

November 20,1995
     Today it evolved into a Kangaskhan for some odd reason. It looked like normal, but it had an egg in it's pouch.

November 23, 1995The Origin.2 years ago in Short Stories

We're all just Meat and BonesHolly,

I'm going to die.

No, I'm going to change…into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless…just one undead among thousands.

Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse bacWe're all just Meat and Bones2 years ago in Short Stories

Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit2 years ago in Short Stories

Liu"Liu"

Ever since Jeff the Killer had left his home many years ago, no one had dared go near his old house. Not even the police. Therefore, the bodies of his parents and his brother, Liu, had been untouched, decomposing, rotting away in the house that was once so happy. Now it reminded the town of nothing but what had happened all those years ago.

Jeff was 19 years old when he happened upon the house again. He had been killing people nationwide, and travelled wherever the flow of blood would take him. Today it lured him back to the neighborhood. He saw the house he once lived in. "Well well WELL!" he said, somewhat surprised. "If it isn't myLiu1 year ago in Short Stories

PC Box "Nothing."...Never again.....

It was Christmas not too long ago. I had asked for alot (heh..greedy me..) And I got the majority of the things I wanted. I got a black Nintendo Wii, An inflatiable Mario Kart for my Wii, I got my Three Days Grace CD, Clothes (of course).

And 2 DS Games.

One of the games was Pokemon SoulSilver Version,

And the other one was a used Pokemon Platinum Version.

That made me really happy, Because they were both on the top of my Christmas list~ So I immediately got my DS after opening the games. I put in Platinum first because it was a used one, and I was eager to find out what was saved on this mini DS cartridge.

The savedPC Box "Nothing."2 years ago in Short Stories

Event Gone WrongWhen I found out there was a new event for HG/SS that allowed players to get a Mew, I was excited to say the very least. I had never in any of my Pokémon games come to own a Mew, given the Nintendo events for them had since past and I wasn't about to risk screwing up a game with the Mew glitch. I was at my sister's when I found out and was unfortunately without my DS at the time, so I had to wait until I was back at my dad's to receive my Mew. Just about the moment I got back in the house, I immediately went off to get my new Pokémon; despite not being that big of a Pokémon fan anymore, the anticipation of receiving this rare aEvent Gone Wrong3 years ago in Short Stories

My Missingno Story

My Missingno Story

The following story is completely true. This experience forever changed my way of viewing inanimate objects.

I was just your average 10 year old when I first got my copy of Pokemon Red. And like any other kid at the time, Pokemon was the BOMB, the best thing out there.

As surprising as it was, everyone in my class had the game. We all took our gameboys to school and would play the game together on recess. Helping each other out if we ever had trouble, trading high leveled pokémon in order to clear the gyms, or just guide each other through the game.

They were wonderful times, and I made memories that I wMy Missingno Story2 years ago in Short Stories

A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]

[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]

In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.

I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted mA Note on Drowning1 year ago in Short Stories

Creepypasta - ParalyzedPokemon Diamond. My most beloved game ever, the one I had beaten within days of getting it. I was well on my way to catching every Pokemon, only a few left. Whenever I was bored, I'd whip out my old DS and have a wander around with the Poke Radar, looking for the ones that had escaped my attention. It was taking a really long time, but I refused to cheat, and I didn't want to trade for it either. That just left the old fashioned way - good old man power.

It was roughly 1am. I have quite severe insomnia, making it impossible for me to sleep some nights. It was times like these that I would play Diamond to tire out my brain, and half the time Creepypasta - Paralyzed2 years ago in Short Stories

Strangled... So, you've played through all of the original pokemon games huh? You beat the Elite Four, trounced your rival, and even ventured into that mysterious cave and took on Mewtwo. You've raised a party of Level 100s, have every pokemon in the game, hell, you even did the Mew glitch as well didn't ya? You've got em all, probably caught a MissingNo or two just to tempt fate and came out on top, without even your Hall of Fame scratched.
But there is something you've probably not seen. We all have our theories what lies in that tall grass beyond the impassible walls to the west of Pallet Town. Sure, you can glitch over it with a game shaStrangled...3 years ago in Short Stories

You're Mine 2P!AmericaXReaderThe blond American walked quickly to the world meeting, a smile plastered to his face. He'd been waiting forever for the world meeting to come, for one reason and one reason only. You.
You see, the American had a huge crush on you, but then again, why wouldn't he? You were super fricken' cool! You loved to play video games and eat hamburgers, and you were really nice and really cute and the list just went on and on.
He then spotted you and his heart rate and pace quickened. He ran at you, hugging you with such ferocity that the two of you fell to the ground, America on top. "Hey, dude!" He exclaimed cheerfully, flashing you his trademark idiotic grin.
You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm; he really was something else. "Hey, America."
The blond got off you and helped you to your feet, grinning broadly. "Hey, we'd better get to the world meeting!" Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and ran to the world meeting room.
You chuckled softly to yoursYou're Mine 2P!AmericaXReader9 months ago in Short Stories

Cupcakes
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony

WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wCupcakes1 year ago in Short Stories

CreepyPasta - Play with me

The summer was nice and warm that year. The sun, as always, brought warmth to your skin. The light breezes that swept through the neighborhood made the days not too hot or cold. It was simply perfect weather. But one summer Sally will never forget.

Sally was a young girl, eight years old, long curly brown hair, and bright green eyes. She was always polite, she never lied, and did as she was told. Her mother and father simply adored her, they couldn't ask for a better daughter.

Sally giggled as she played with her friends outside of their home. Various games like, hopscotch and jumprope. Even dolls and tag. Sally's mother smiled warmly at thCreepyPasta - Play with me1 year ago in Short Stories

[OLD] I just wanted an Ampharos...So I wanted to get a second Ampharos to breed with my current one, named Duncan. I searched all through the GTS, and found only one. I traded it for a little Mareep that I recently bred. I knew it was suspicious when I saw her name...

DRAINED. Her name was DRAINED. So here's how the story went after I got her...

DRAINED was strangely underleveled. She was only level 10, compared to level 100 for Duncan. I knew I would have to get out my AR for the level 100 cheat, to get it done quickly. So I went to my menu and saved, then shut it off. I switched Soulsilver with Action Replay, and clicked it on. I switched AR with Soulsilver when it was o[OLD] I just wanted an Ampharos...2 years ago in Short Stories

The Witching HourFreshmen don't get to choose their dorm rooms.  There are a few that are set aside specifically for freshmen: the small rooms, the ones with awkward angles, the ones farthest from the Dining Hall.  But when the entering class is larger than usual, some of the rooms usually reserved for upperclassmen are opened up.  If you're lucky, you could get one of the best rooms available.

I had a large class.  And I got lucky.

My room wasn't huge, especially for sharing with a roommate, but it was on the top floor, right by the Bell Tower.  It had a soaring ceiling, with windows nearly as tall. &#The Witching Hour2 years ago in Short Stories

Heat Haze Days Male!Belarus x Reader

The sun beat down on my heat relentlessly, a terrible wave of heat ripped through my body and fled off my head. It was August 15th, and according to my iPod, around 12:30 give or take a few minutes. The weather was incredibly nice, although the heat slightly irritating. Sitting on that sun heated swing I pushed myself idly back and forth with my foot in the sand.

Without a word I tucked my iPod back into my pocket and turned my eyes up onto the sky, studying the white clouds smeared across the sky; like splatters dropped across the horizon from God's paintbrush. The sky was otherwise clear and a cheerful blue, at least, if you were one to Heat Haze Days Male!Belarus x Reader1 year ago in Short Stories

Death of the ArtistRoland Barthes said, "Death of the Author," and society said, "Hey, why not?"

They didn't actually kill them, and it wasn't just the authors, either, though there isn't much written about the artists in those early days. The theory was to pretend that there was no author, to better separate the text from the experiences of the writer. Of course, that's impossible to enforce. So society went the other way. If they couldn't separate the author's experience from the text, they'd separate the author from experience.

It worked well, at first. What author or artist wouldn't leap at the chance to live in a commune full of no one but other artists Death of the Artist3 years ago in Short Stories

Hide and Seek

“Hooray! It’s the weekend!” A little boy cried as he ran out the front doors of his small elementary school. The bell marking the end of school had just rung; and the children were walking, although most were running, out of the school. Many of them eagerly started home to their parents, but a few stayed behind to chat with their friends.

A small group of children gathered to speak to one another about their weekend plans. There were about five of them, and they were all in the same class together. In the third grade, their lives were carefree and happy; the only burden being homework or chores.

“What should we plHide and Seek5 days ago in Short Stories

Rainbow Factory

Rainbow Factory
By Aurora Dawn

"Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice

 As the story we knew of sugar and spice"

There's long been rumors as to how, exactly, rainbows are made in Equestria. While a great amount of Pegasi ponies are employed in the Rainbow department of the weather factory, almost all of them do the low-end work. What's know is that great streams of Spectra, the individual colours of the rainbow, flow through large grates and into vast vats. From there, workers carefully and equally mix the spectra into the coagulated rainbow pools that dot and run through the factory and surrounding city. Next, that mixture isRainbow Factory1 year ago in Short Stories

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