Pasta Stories

Akuma mostly translated as Devil or demon... Akuma Yuki..a clumsy girl with a simple life,a loving mother,a busy father but with no friends,but she didn't care.. Yuki is your averange...actually lower than average kind of girl..her grades is mostly average but she mostly needs help on her math and chemestry,She likes reading manga -especially those heartbreaking ones-,She likes pasta and making sweets,She's mostly good in sports she's just really,really,really,really clumsy..She also likes her mother and her cookings..I mean who wouldn't right? But what happens when she finds something incredible within herself? What if she met a relative that made her life colorless? That took her memories? That took her emotions? That sells her off?...

Classic creepypasta x reader with Slendermansion AU You work full-time as a housekeeper for a sketchy motel just to get by, barely enough to pay rent for your shitty one-bedroom apartment and care for you, and the cat you adopted when you found him out by the dumpsters. When you're unexpectedly fired from your job, a man in a yellow Carhart jacket offers you a deal, and tells you to think it over. And, what other choice do you have?

I killed them. I killed them all. Why? I can't answer that question. But what I do know? I can't go back to my old life. There's no chance of that. Do I want to continue hurting people? No, of course I don't, not really... but do I have a choice? *** Creepypasta based book, with reader-created OCs, focusing on Jeff after he murdered his family. His only choice? The School For Killers, an abandoned building for all sorts of adolescents and children... with a passion for killing... to develop their skills, battling against each other to work for the ultimate reward. Welcome to the Proxy Programme.

From: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Footsteps

Kazimierz ma autyzm, kamienie i rosnący brzuch oraz kapitał z czynszów. Paweł ma zakola, taniec i pięści. Benjamin ma depresję, dyplom z kulturoznawstwa i długi. Razem wynajmują patosąsiedzkie poddasze w Krakowie i nieustannie negocjują z upadkiem cywilizacji. Zbiór opowiadań o wolnym rynku, brudnych dywanach i o tym, że jedynym sensem życia jest tarcie. To opowieść o człowieku, który nie przegrał życia - on je celowo odłożył na później, zapakował w folię bąbelkową ironii i postawił w kącie pokoju. Gdzieś obok pustych puszek po napoju energetycznym.

Jack is like any other high school kid - goes to school, has awesome friends, pretty much flies under the radar. But when a new student comes to school and shakes up Jack's life, the events that follow are unpredictable, surprising, and sometimes just a bit bittersweet.

❝i didn't kill anyone today, i think that deserves some credit.❞ ❝jeff, you shouldn't be killing in the first place. that's illegal.❞ in which a girl accidentally gets mixed up with a group of notorious murderers 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘈𝘠 2019 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

This is about Alex. She isn't exactly normal. In fact, she's the opposite. She lives with her mother, but her mother isn't there most of the time because of work. She also isn't exactly Miss. Popular in school, at least she has 2 friends. Right? Right? She likes music but she isn't exactly a fan-girl of musicians. She's really into acting and books and such. Her personality is different than other girls. So what happens when one of her friends Kaitlyn drags her to a 1D signing. What do the boys think of this girl? And what leads them to learn more about her?

things just build and build and build on top of each other until someone can't take it anymore. It's clear who is in control

There's a 15-hour difference between Billings, Montana, and Tokyo, Japan. A 14-hour difference from Manila. A 6 Hour difference from Dublin. I can recall certain things from every country I've visited. The scent of rain brings back the green pastures of Ireland. Gray rumble can't help but cause my mind to spur with visions of Scotland. Distant fires bring smells that make me remember Ghana. Family pictures take me back to the beaches of the Philippines. Every country I've stepped foot on will always have a place in my heart. And yet, as I sit here at midnight, it always comes back to Japan. I think about the strangers I saw, the temples I walked in, the long hours on the trains. The quiet nights of listening to the dwindling sound of the nightlife outside my apartment, letting the dull glow of the street lights whisk me to slumber. My time in Japan inspired me to keep track of every detail in every day remembered. If I knew that everything I knew would come to a sudden stop, I would have taken care of my journals. I would have made a more vigorous attempt to save the pictures and videos that had been lost from computer corruptions. I would have tried to keep that strong sense of being connected to something higher and meaningful. I'd give up anything to return, even blind to return to the places I once walked in. I miss it all. I cannot forget everything. The stories in this collection are ones I've heard over the past. From family, friends, and strangers, as well as my own personal experiences. I've accumulated a large volume of short stories. How much of these are fake and authentic? I've decided to let the reader to find for themselves.

this is all about creepy story some of these are real stories some of these are fictional stories WARNING: read at your own risk! DONT READ AT NIGHT! it might cause you very frightened and can't sleep goodluck! (P.S. PLEASE FOLLOW MY SOCIAL MEDIAs) TWITTER and INSTAGRAM : @reina8luna MUSICALLY and LIVE.LY : @reina8luna

Ever had this insane feeling where you want to lose yourself and destroy everything and everyone? Yup, this story is all about it. Jeff The Killer, original story from CreepyPasta.com Now edited/rewritten/improved (however you want to call it) now more elaborated and making your experience more enjoyable. *bows*

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The urban legend was played everywhere. All the town kids and teens knew it well, but nothing changed or ever happened. When the rules aren't followed, HE will become more than their imagination.

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