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my eyes dart around the dark room.
I am alone.
he has gotten the others.
even now i hear his laughter and i shiver
this thing this grim visage of death that crawled from the darkest reaches of my mind
i hear faint footsteps
he is coming
i grip my knees tighter and look to the door
it is locked there is no way in or out i am trapped
then the handle shakes and his laughter echos through the room
he has come
my pulse quickens and my blood turns cold...

I liked it :o
despite the fact that I'm still competing for the highest time on nyan cat, which was kinda a ruiner to the mood you were going for

I hear it coming closer...
His steps are pounding and with each step my heart skips a beat...
Suddenly he smashes through the wall,
The Kool Aid man is here to get me.

Mocha finally uploaded a IRL picture?!?! lmao

Beefie wrote:Mocha finally uploaded a IRL picture?!?! lmao

Its from last years Halloween I look different now.

Mocha you're alive <3333

Dorito, is this the first bit of writing you've done or do you do this a lot? :3

It might as well have been thr first its only like the second or third I've written...
I wrote this after the worst nightmare I've ever had... There was an intellegent zombie who we just couldnt kill and he killed everyone one by one and raised them to hunt us and... Ugh thinking about it now brings back more memories... My uncle died in it... Worst dream I ever had.
But on a just as depressing note I wrote another piece

Ill post it tommrow if anyone wants to read it

KOOLAID just awakened Mocha from the dead! That's my boy <3

Reaching Out
By Zach Holter
I sit alone, hugging my knees to my chest as the laughter of the other kids washes over me

I watch as they run, jump, and play. They laugh and smile together while I sit alone.

I could go join them, I could go have fun too, but how long untill the mean ones notice me?

I sit here alone because of them. They hurt me, with their words and their hands.

I am not as strong or as fast as they are, The teachers like me better and they like me less.

I have red hair and freckles, and they don't, I'm short and they are tall, I'm weak and they are strong

"Hey, you ok?"

I look up and see another kid i havn't meet before. He has spiky blonde hair and a goofy smile.

I take his hand when he offers it to me and he pulls me to my feet with a strong tug.

"My name's Nick, whats yours?"

I tell him my name with a squeak in my voice while I look down and shift from foot to foot.

"Cmon, lets go play on the climbing towers!"

I run and jump and play now. I have a friend who is strong and kind. I'm not alone, not anymore.

This is a poem about what happened to me through my gradeschool years and its why i go to a diffrent school now x.x well i always said you cant spell poem without emo