Okay first I want to say thank you for choosing to read my stories I'm still new to this but I hope to continue writing for a long time this is more of a test run of a Oc Creepypasta I made for a friend and I hope they like it but with that being said I hope you guys enjoy my stories I do pour a little of myself in every story I make along with every drawing I make as well like the one you see on top so without any more yapping please enjoy and thank you♡
The trees are light green and dark brown the river is blue no green no... hmm it's? "Sigh" the sky is blue and the grass is green but the river? I can't find the right color to use some may say the river is blue well others would say it's green but for me it's as if the sun light itself is dancing in the river of gold liquid it's so beautiful out here nice and qui- "phone ringing" ugh! times up already? I better hurry before he gets back.《~~~》
I live with my old man in are small house at the age of a small town near the woods and every day is the same he'll go to work and I'll be stuck at the house with chores to do like cleaning up the place, doing laundry and cooking. My mother died a long time ago so I had to learn to do a lot of things by myself since my father "never had the time" in reality he did but he never wanted anything to do with me ever since I was born he heated me. I always wondered if he blamed me for her death after all I am a "cursed child" maybe that's why he moved us to this place. after her death we went under the radar but why? it's not like someone killed her she committed suicide I was only 10 when I found her hungering in the addict I'm 15 now and still can't go up to the addict in this house so I just put the shit that we don't use up there.
"door opens and closes"《~~~》
Damm it's 5pm just made it in time. Good thing I cleaned earlier just have to make dinner now hmm stick with peas and mashed potatoes should be fine.《~~~》
Whoa it's 7pm he's late not that I mind
I just hope he's not at the bar he's unbearable when he's drunk. He's been drinking ever since i could remember even when mom was around he would drink and then beat her until he was satisfied. there was even a time she needed to go to the hospital because of it and he just told her to tell them she fall down the stairs or else. She even had to drive herself there and back never saying a word against him my "father" is not a good person but no one well ever know because if he's good at anything other than drinking and beating it's lying. Everyone thinks he's just a weird quiet guy because no one knows what happens behind close doors. "Door swings open and slams shut" boy! Great he's drunk "Sigh" welcome back. where's dinner? On the table but it's probably cold now since you come home later than usual. Don't tell me what to do boy! I didn't say that I just said it could be cold bec- now your talking back to me!? No jus- enough!
Just go warm it up and get me a beer now!
Yes sir. Why did I have to end up with this good for nothing cursed child.《~~~》
"Sigh" six whole beers and a slap to the face later he's finally out. to think he want pretty easy on me tonight probably because he was so drunk he did go to the bar before coming home and drinking here to. Well mom he's still the Some old asshole. "Sigh" Guess I'll go to my room now that I'm done cleaning.Hay guys Grin here sorry this chapter was so short I run out of time lol but I well be releasing chapter 2 very soon hope you enjoyed it and thank you all
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Fanfictiona creepypasta original story by MidnightGrin. when a boy is doom to live a life of fear and aloneness away from others due to he's unnatural eyes among other strange things he finds himself lost in a unforgiving world.well he find he's peace or well...