You know your favorite creepypasta fanfic? Well this girl just made a crack book for it Hold on tight and enjoy the ride of Cruel and Blue crack (￣▽￣) rated pg for cursing don't read if you don't like cursing & if you don't like cursing don't be such a tsun-tsun you know you like it If not then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

{First attempt at a CreepyPasta} What if a simple action of defense turned one boy's life around? Trevor Smith never wanted to hurt anyone but, for some reason, he enjoys it. Sewing was his only joy, and now seeing pain is another. All the harrassment he's taken will finally be repaid with blood. Everything he was will fade away and be replaced with something evil...

Yeah. I wrote this story. Haha.

[1st installment of the KP Series] Elizabeth always knew she was a special sort. Her family and friends knew too. She's an introvert and feels like a weirdo wherever she goes, even in her own home. But what happens when she encounters a man known to the world as a notorious monster? Jeff the killer. She never thought he was real; only stories told at school to freak people out. And now that he's come into her life, she'll discover just why she's so special. Monsters, killers, wraiths, and supernatural entities--how special can one get? There will be love, and loss, and triumph, and hope, all for a greater purpose: The human realm needs a protector, and that's Elizabeth. --- [S E Q U E L : Cruel & Blue (Eyeless Jack story)] *****-1st Place in Jeff the Killer-***** Cover art by: Asur-Fallinplim on deviantArt Disclaimer: Most, if not all, CreepyPastas presented throughout this story do not belong to the author. All credit goes to the original creators of those characters, anonymous or not.

Revenge. That is the only thing Michael Moss could think about after his mother's death. Eleven years ago, Michael's mother went missing after Michael told her a monster was under his bed. She told him it was going to be alright. But she was wrong. When she went to take 'the monster' down, she never came back. Now at the age of eighteen, Michael has leaned the truth. The WHOLE truth of why his mother went missing, of why his mother's family won't talk to him, and the reason why he looks so much like that insane, smiling bastard. ---- A cold, hair raising laugh sliced into the room, the sound of something trailing against the wall filling Michael's ears. "You look so much like your MOTHER, IT'S RIDICULOUS!!!" A rough voice yelled. Michael trembled against the chair, tugging desperately at the rope that bound his wrists. He wasn't going to die here. Not after what that monster did! --- *Mwahaha. New cover. It's hand drawn by me, so... please don't steal* Just changed the plot. Sorry~

[IN BOOKSTORES AND KINDLE UNLIMITED NOW!] What if you were matched with the original love god? --- When Lila goes to the Cupids Matchmaking Service it is to tell them to stop spamming her. Instead she finds out that cupids are real, she has been matched with a dangerous love god, and that he is coming to find her. Soon arrows fly, myths are awoken, and Lila finds herself part of a deadly supernatural war that could cost her her life, and her heart. Perfect for fans of Percy Jackson and the Vampire Diaries. --- THE PUBLISHED VERSION OF CUPID'S MATCH IS OUT NOW! READ IN KINDLE UNLIMITED! Get your copy of Cupid's Match at bit.ly/CupidsMatch or follow the link in my profile!

An ominous night, and he awakens within an empty house. He strides through the rooms, watching, waiting, but there is no one to accompany him, no light to pay him comfort, and no plan to bid his escape. The walls are dusty and bare, and he is unable to recognize them. Photographs remain empty. Scratches cover the faces of who used to exist. An entity has brought him, and it has disappeared as quickly as he begins to hear the ringing. Fragments of the sound illuminate the dark halls. He visions a masked man, one with pride and boredom, but his imagination runs too wild. The masked man approaches, and his apparition comes to life. He raises a knife above his head. The man stands behind the creaky door and lights a match, framing the darkness of the hallway as he asks, "Why must the noise be so quiet?" The wind replies with a song. The window is sick of the sound. The masked man conceals an inner smile and whispers to himself. He lowers the knife. A clock on the wall reverses his memory, and the hour reverts to midnight. The house is silent. -+- I do not give doc truyen or any individual, website, organization, server, etc. the right to reproduce, post, publish, steal, etc. my stories and ideas.