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Sinner by Tsukichu, literature

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Sinner

Sinner I...really didn't mean to kill her. It was a choice to plunge the knife into her shaking form, yes... ...I found myself falling victim to greed. Wouldn't any normal person have done the same? But because of my actions, I see her still-trembling body in my nightmares every time I close my eyes. For the past year and a half, I haven't had a decent night's sleep. Sure, every so often I would pass out completely from exhaustion, but even then, she haunts me. The look in her eyes – well, lack thereof – is disturbing, to say the least. Empty, meaningless, lonely...and yet, all at the same time, hungry. The voids widen and pier

Creepypasta - Cursed by Night-Pride, literature

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Creepypasta - Cursed

An old woman knelt in front of the grave, a bouquet of violets in her arms. Her body shook with sobs, and there was a small, wet stain on the floor where her tears had fallen. A carved Ninetales was crouched on top of the stone in front of her, and an inscription was carved into it in slanted, elegant letters. "Here lies Moonshine, the best Pokémon her owner could ever ask for." The Ninetales's eyes were a pair of blue gemstones, and the tips of its tails were covered in slightly rusted copper. It was beautifully detailed, with each little claw carved out, each strand of fur viSible if one looked hard enough. Only the best for

Mama? by Arceus-sama, literature

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Mama?

I can hear the crunching as the houndoom devour the last of my siblings... We were hatched only an hour ago, by a trainer who had white hair and red eyes. We smiled up at her and hugged her knees for bringing us into the world, and all she did was frown. Her eyebrows squinched together and her mouth became a straight line, was she hurt? or angry? Had we done something wrong? We peered up at her, whispering among ourselves. She began to walk away, and so we followed. She turned, and said she was releasing us. We didn't know what this meant. She began to walk away again, and again we followed. She shouted at us until we cried, and we ran a