Just a bunch of creepypasta origin stories. You might even find a new favorite pasta here. Comment requests if I miss any stories. I will also be adding songs for you to listen to while you read that I think fit the characters(theme songs). I suggest you listen to the songs. The theme songs I pick for the characters are my opinion. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these stories.

Creepypasta origins The rights to each story go to their writers. I take no credit for their works.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Lucid Dreaming.. Lucidity is a special thing that happens when you sleep. It doesn't happen often, but you can make it happen often. Lucid dreaming is a form of dreaming where you can gain awareness whilst sleeping, in other words, know you're dreaming and being able to control everything. It's limitless. ---- UPDATED DESC. and CHAPTERS. Cover: https://jefffinley.org/product/lucid-dreaming-patch-metaphysical-fashion-accessory/

(N-ep-en-thee) It is the year 4223 and a new drug called Nepenthe has been put to the streets, this drug has the powers to erase all traces of sadness, grief and suffering. But is this all Nepenthe can do, and is this a good thing? ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Justin is a depressed teenager playing it cool in the world outside his house. He is going to school and acting normal, when on the inside it's like a ten ton weight is slowly crushing him. One walk to clear his head will change everything when he finds his best friend doing Nepenthe--a new drug to get rid of all your problems. But when it's time will Justin step up and accept what he has to do? Or will he choose to give into his lust for Nepenthe? Edited by: @XxThat3One3Emo3KidxX WARNING: Explicit language used.

We are the in between, cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn but we take pride in who we are, we know our wings are flawed and despite our crooked halos we stand together and march forward. Fallen we may be but we still have our wings. -The Fallen Angels

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."