ACCF CreepyPasta by grovyle-n-wolfluvr, literature
Literature
ACCF CreepyPasta
I came home from college one weekend to visit my family. It was a Saturday, and my parents had gone shopping. Being alone in a small town, there was not much to do, so I decided to pull out the old Wii and play Animal Crossing: City Folk, a game that I had not played in a few years. Hearing the old familiar Wii sounds brought back so many nostalgic memories. I clicked the button to start Animal Crossing, and everything booted up as usual, which was surprising, considering the scratches on the disc.
Then came the title screen. I smiled as I saw my old pal Rodeo walking out of his house. It was strange, though, because the picture was staticky
My soul is trapped in flesh without wings
When its desire is to soar.
Every day it sings to me
How it craves for so much more.
Tastes of happiness douse the cries,
Though only for so long.
Then the hunger returns
With an even fiercer song.
I cannot deny it forever,
My soul's yearning to fly free.
But I am afraid of letting it loose,
Of the places it will lead me.
Life cannot be lived to its fullest
Without taking the risks it brings.
So I gather up my courage
And give my soul its wings.
The Golden House by grovyle-n-wolfluvr, literature
Literature
The Golden House
The golden house grabs your attention,
Striking and highly impressive,
Full of inherent goodness, no doubt.
A march of crusaders in the horizon
Plants the seed of rapid destruction,
Destroys utterly all trace of sunshine.
Burnt flesh gives the knife another twist,
Killing any belief in redemption.
The golden house ends in ashes.
It is neither a downward spiral nor a deep abyss of darkness
Rather it is a wide expanse of nothing
Not black or white
But somewhere in between
Hazy
Foggy
The misty
Smog you can get lost in,
Become swallowed
Far into the stomach of nothing
Clawing at its throat
But it is resilient
As it laughs you back
Into its pit of utter despair
You look up and see
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.