Ticci Toby wuvs Willow Wisp

Ticci Toby wuvs Willow Wisp

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Will Jameson is an average girl. Everything she knew changed in a matter of seconds. Her and her bestfriend, Jae get thrown off the road onto a willow tree. Just as Will thought her life couldn't get any worse, she lost something else. The one thing that kept her following her usual routine. Her sanity. After seeing the bloody body that once was Jae, she snapped. The feelings she had so carefully kept bottled up flooded through her veins. She killed any drunk man or woman she met in a less than forgettable fashion. This attracts the attention of the CreepyPasta. Now she has two options, join the other pastas, or kill them. (This is probably not the best description but it's the best I can do. This doesn't really tie into the title but as you read the story you will understand. And the title is a quote from the story.)
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I looked out my window to find Jeff, leaning against the big oak tree in his front yard. It was only 42 degrees out and the snow was falling softly. I squinted my eyes a little to see what he was doing with his hands. He was fiddling with his knife. I slid my window open and peeked my head out. "Jeff..!" I yelled down to him. He looked up at me. "What do you want??" He asked irritably. "What the hell are you doing outside!? Its the middle of winter!" I said. He smirked. "Aww, the pretty bitch is worrying about me. How sweet." He said in a harsh, sarcastic, way. I rolled my eyes. __________________________________ __________________________________ Taylor Jones, a 17 year old girl, lives with her mother. Her father had died when she was just a little girl. Her life isn't at all normal- considering she lives in the woods right beside a giant mansion full of cold blooded killers. Although, one of them catches her eye. His innocent, pale, complexion...those deep, brown eyes of his...the only thing that she really had to worry about was Jeffs decision to get along with her or not.

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