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I had a disturbing conversation with my neighbour’s 10-year-old son.

(From reddit, by u/samhaysom, website)

I didn't hear Michael at first.

The noise of the mower filled my head like a swarm of angry wasps, drowning everything else out. I was finishing off the last strip of grass, closest to my neighbour's wall. Being as quick as I could. The last hint of light was bleeding out of the sky, and I wanted to get back inside as soon as I could. A beer in front of the TV was calling.

But when I reached the far end of the garden and cut the power, I heard a voice behind me.

"Paul?"

I jumped slightly. You know when you're so caught up in your own head you forget your surroundings? My wife is back from holiday tomorrow — she's been off in Spain with a couple of her friends for the past week — and I'd been thinking about my plan to meet her at the airport. Timings, when I'd need to leave, all that. I was in my own little bubble. The voice floating over from my neighbour's garden punctured through it.

I turned from the mower and stared over the low wall into the garden next to mine. I couldn't see anything at first — the sky was mostly dark overhead, and the only light spilling into the gardens came from single street lamp on the road behind my house. It did little to shift the shadows.

"Over here."

I shifted my gaze and finally saw him. Michael. My new next door neighbour. I'm pretty bad at guessing kids' ages, but I reckon he has to be around 10. He's got a shock of messy black hair and these big, brown eyes. The kid's a starer, too. I've only seen him a couple of times since he and his mum moved in last week, but every time I do he gazes at me like I'm an animal in the zoo. It's a little annoying. This was the first time he'd actually spoken to me, though.

"Oh, hey... Michael, is it?" I actually knew his name perfectly well — I'd bumped into the estate agent selling the house next door and he'd told me — but I didn't want to appear over familiar.

"Yeah, I'm Michael. And you're Paul, my mum said."

"That's me. How are you guys settling in?"

"Okay, I guess." Michael stared up at me with those large, brown eyes of his. I don't have much cause to talk to kids, so I may have been completely wrong about this — but I had the feeling Michael was making a lot more eye contact than someone his age normally would. He hardly even blinked. Young kids — at least in my limited experience — tend to be all over the place. Little bags of energy. But Michael was the exact opposite.

It's probably close to his bed time, I found myself thinking. And then, off the back of that: You want to be glad he's not bouncing off the walls. If he was one of those kids, you'd never get any peace.

Amazingly, considering they were still in the early moving stage, I'd barely heard a peep out of Michael and his mother. I'd been expecting to hear the sound of furniture shifting and boxes being lugged around all week, but I hadn't. They'd hardly made any noise at all. I'd hardly seen them at all, for that matter. They'd arrived late one evening the previous week, and I'd caught a glimpse of them from the window of my study — but that was pretty much it. I remember Michael's mum as a tall, attractive woman who looked a little older than me, but I hardly even got a proper look at her face. And this conversation with Michael was the first interaction I'd had with either of them.

I'll go round at some point when Beth's back home, I thought now, folding down the mower's handle. Then we can introduce ourselves properly.

"So, Michael," I said, picking up the mower and carrying it back along the garden, "what are you and your mum up to this evening? I'm guessing it must be close to your bedtime soon?"

"Nah, nowhere near," he said.

I chuckled. "Okay, well my bedtime's pretty early, so I'm going to head in and catch a bit of TV, I reckon. I'll see you round, yeah?"

I reached the little wooden storage area at the end of the garden and slotted the mower underneath. I was on my way to the back door when Michael's voice stopped me. "Paul?"

"What's up, mate?"

"Do you always mow the garden so late?"

I smiled. "No, I usually try to get it done when the sun's still out. Only my wife's back home tomorrow, and I wanted to get the place looking nice for her. I guess it must look pretty odd to be out here mowing at night, eh?"

"Nah, I don't think so. I think everything's more fun at night."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! I go on adventures all the time." I could hear the excitement in Michael's voice, even though I couldn't see his face properly. He was just a shadowy outline in the darkness of his garden. "One time we even went night fishing — have you ever been?"

I shook my head. "I've been fishing once or twice, but only during the day."

"It's way more fun at night, I reckon. Everything's more sneaky at night."

I found myself grinning again. Despite my urge to go back inside, the kid was sort of entertaining. "Well, maybe you and your mum can show me and my wife sometime. Sounds like you guys are way more exciting than we are."

I turned once more to the back door. This time I was actually holding the handle when Michael's voice stopped me.

"Paul?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"Paul, do you have anything to drink? Like juice, or anything?"

I hesitated. "Er, I'm not sure. I don't think I—"

"Do you mind if I have a glass real quick? Mum's still sleeping, and she's been super tired this week. I don't want to wake her."

I paused with my hand on the door. If Beth had been in, I probably would have said yes straight away. Likely without even thinking about it. But standing there in the dark garden, I was suddenly aware that it might look a bit odd if I invited a 10-year-old kid into my house. Even if he was my next door neighbour. And I doubted his mum would like the idea all that much.

"Do you not have anything to drink at your place, mate?" My hand was still on the door, but I hadn't turned the handle yet. I stayed in the same position, my mind whirring with excuses. And when I heard a voice directly behind me, I almost jumped out of my skin.

"No, we don't have anything." 

I spun round and found Michael standing about a foot away from me. Staring up at me with those large, brown eyes of his. The kid must have clambered over the garden wall while my back was turned. Must have done it without making a sound.

"Please, Paul? Just a super quick drink, and then I'll go back home. I won't even sit down, I promise."

I made a quick mental calculation in my head. Our back door opens straight into the kitchen, and I had orange juice in the fridge. Michael would probably be in and out in a couple of minutes. His mum might find it a little odd that he'd been inside the house if he told her — but wouldn't she find it just as odd if her new neighbour had refused her kid a drink when he asked? 

I hesitated for a couple more seconds, then sighed. "Okay, go on, then. But you have to make it quick, okay? I really do want to go to bed soon."

Michael smiled up at me and nodded. I turned the handle and stepped inside.

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"So you're a bit of a night owl, huh?"

"What does that mean?"

I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. "It means someone who prefers it at night. You know, because you said you go on adventures — night fishing and stuff?" I moved to the drying rack by the sink and grabbed a glass.

"Oh, yeah. I'm definitely a night owl."

I started pouring juice into the glass. "Man, not me. Or at least I wasn't when I was your age. I used to be scared of the dark."

"You'll get used to it."

"Hm?"

"I said you get used to it. Once you spend enough time in it."

"Right."

I turned and handed the glass of orange juice to Michael. He took it from me and smiled. He moved the glass towards his mouth, then paused, watching me over the rim. "You know, my mum doesn't like me doing this any more."

"Doing what?"

"Going in to houses with strangers. Not after last time."

I stared down at the kid. He looked back up at me, the smile no longer on his face. Somewhere down in my stomach, I felt something uncomfortable squirm. "What do you mean, mate? What happened last time?"

Michael glanced over his shoulder at the closed back door. As if he was checking to make sure his mum wasn't there. He moved the glass of orange juice away from his mouth and placed it on the kitchen counter. Then he shrugged.

"Nothing, really. It's just that in the place we used to live, I made friends with this old man who lived a couple roads over from us. He invited me in for a drink, too. Only then he got weird."

Oh Jesus. I tried to keep my expression the same, but I was suddenly wishing I'd said no to the kid's drink request after all. This didn't sound good. Some old pervert in his last town had invited him in for a drink, and then he'd got weird. How was his mum going to feel about him being on his own in my house now, given that something bad had clearly happened in the last place they lived?

"He... got weird?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I should have just sent the kid packing there and then, but I guess my curiosity got the better of me. Michael shuffled on the spot, staring back at me.

"Yeah, he wanted me to come down to the basement with him. Told me he had this really cool Lego collection, and I asked if I wanted to see it. He insisted I see it, even when I said I had to go."

My mouth suddenly felt dry. "So... did you go with him?"

Michael shook his head back and forth, hard. "No way. I ran back home. Mum told me I have to only go as far as the kitchen when I'm in strangers' houses."

I felt mild relief wash over me. Then I replayed what Michael had just said, and felt the relief being replaced with confusion. "Wait, how do you mean?" I asked. "Are you in strangers' houses a lot, then? Like friends of your mum's, and stuff?"

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it again. He turned and moved his hand back to the glass of orange juice on the kitchen side. But instead of picking it up he only prodded it with his finger, sliding it over the surface. When he looked back at me he carried on speaking as if he hadn't heard my question.

"Mum was really angry when she found out about the man. She made me promise I'd never, ever go back there."

"Did she tell anyone? About what that man said to you, I mean?"

"No way." Michael looked away from me again. There was a slight smile on his face, like he was in on some joke I wouldn't understand. "She did something way better than that."

"Oh yeah? What did she do?"

"She made him disappear."

I had my mouth open to ask another question when I realised what Michael had just said. The next thought I had was that I must have misheard him. "What did you say?"

"I said she made him disappear. I told you, night's the best time to hunt."

Michael fixed me with those brown eyes of his. Only right then they looked darker than brown. Almost black.

"I... I don't..." I tried to find words, but I was at a loss. Michael smiled up at me.

"It's funny," he said after a moment. "People think mum won't come in unless she's invited, but they've got the rules all wrong. As long as one of us has already been invited, then it's fine. She can come back with me any time she wants."

The kid smiled at me once more. "Don't worry, Paul. I'll tell her you were nice to me. Make sure she goes easy on you when you meet her. Thanks for the juice."

He turned away and pulled the back door open. I found my eyes wandering over to the glass of orange juice, my mind vaguely aware that he hadn't touched a drop of it. But when Michael spoke one more time, I turned back to him. He was framed in the open doorway, half lost in the night.

"It'll take some getting used to," he said, "but you won't be scared of the dark much longer."

Before I had a chance to reply, he'd melted into the shadows.

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Just A Little Terrible - vincentvenacava Story - http://goo.gl/DScdyV    Alright, the first Vincent V Cave book (in order i am reading them).    In the forward (written by the author) it says “It’s quiet the challenge. Writing in this format [flash fiction] gives you little room to set the mood or introduce characters” and i agree. While it may seem simple to some to write a story that is only a thousand words or less, one must keep in mind you have to fit quiet a bit into that little space to make it a great pasta. And, while i feel several of these pasta really missed the mark and fail dreadfully, there are some good gems. For simplicity sake and to make sure i get everything i want to say in im going to go pasta by pasta.    1. Schizo - Perhaps my favorite of this collection, Schizo feels to me to be in the same vain as classic pastas i find on the wiki or reddit to be; Involving a creature with a slow build up in suspense and eeriness, culminating with a single line or action that puts that suspense on high and ends. The main character was well developed, going into his background and horrors he experienced as a child Then bringing us back to present time with a great line that puts us in danger when there was none just moments before. A great pasta to kick off the collection    2. Fate - One of the shorter pastas here, it is very hard for me to say anything without giving the entire thing away. I will say this much, that it has a good tone to it in that it’s partially lovely, describing something so dear to him as the most beautiful things in his life, but then suddenly turning dark as little by little we find out whats going on in this world. It’s an often looked over aspect to this genre of horror.    3. Immortal - I begun this blog in late March of this year, and since then i have come across many wonderful short stories and pastas alike, both on the wiki and in classic works. One of these classic works was Before The Law by Franz Kafka. It was, to put it simply, other worldly and had a grand scope to look out at. Thats the feeling i got with Immortal.Though it is not as other worldly as Before The Law it none the less had that grand scope, telling of a man looking through history in the desperate erg to find that fountain of youth. And while then ending to me didn’t make very much sense, i did enjoy how different this pasta was to compared to others in this collection and creepy pastas in general.    4. Grave Digger - More and more i feel one of the most important aspects to a good pasta or story in general is a fitting tone for the imagery you are conjuring up, it needs to have a tone to match. While i picture this story in my head, it is truly creepy and eerie, but, when i re-read it time and again, it takes on too much of a comedic tone for those eerie images i had before to match.    5. The Old House - The point of the Flash Fiction exercise is to fit as much as you can into 1,000 and still have a good story, and with that as my measuring stick this pasta is the best in the entire collection. In so few words we get two brothers with a great bond and the usual little brother always trying to impress the elder one, a drastic change after an unseen event, and then a good ending that perhaps should have been structured differently but none the less was good. The best pasta of this collection and 2nd favorite behind Schizo    6. Freak Show - The First in this collection i really don’t like, it doesn’t offer too much in the way of creative imagery that hasn’t been done in pastas that take place/have to do with Freak Shows. Even in a 1,000 words this pasta feels completely repetitive, only describing different people of the show and hoping this freakish imagery is enough to build dread. Then concluding with an ending that, while the creepiest thing in the pasta, is fairly predicable.    7. The Strangers Dept - While this pasta begins well, giving good background on the couple and reasons the husband may be feeling the way he does, at a certain point towards the end it begins to feel rushed and suffers with a quick ending. Made more disappointing by the fact this is one of the shorter pastas and could have gained greatly by taking up more of the 1,000 word limit.    8. The Novice Killer - Without a shadow of a doubt my least favorite of this collection. Similar to Grave Digger it suffers from having the wrong tone for the sort of imagery going on, but on top of that our main character is an ass hole, the story is absolutely forced becuse our main character has no good reason other then paranoia for what he is doing, and to top it all off he takes a dump on his dead wife... This pasta doesn’t just take on a comedic tone like Grave Digger, this pasta is nothing but a comedy all the way up to the final line.    9. What Would You Do - This pasta doesn’t seem to have much of a story at all, not in the sense that it is merely am event going on. We don’t learn anything about our main character, only a gimps look at the world around him, and then a paragraph giving all the exposition to clear up what is going on. The end. It isn’t scary and the only positive thing i can say about it is, much like Fate, it gives a look into a prospective we often don’t experience in these stories.    10. No More Sins - Similarly to The Old House, This pasta fits quiet a bit into just 1,000 words, from a couples meeting to a growing romance, a womans fight against her inner desires to a miserable ending (in a good way), this pasta changes a womans entire life for the worse, but she powers through it    11. To Make An Omelette - On the one hand i don’t get it, with a set up that suggest one thing but turns out to be something else, then something else else, leaving me to think what had just happened. But then on the other i get it completely and it’s genus, taking a go-to thing everyone would like to do if they could time travel and saying “hey, don’t fuck things up, just becuse you stop one bad thing from happening doesn’t mean you have made history better”    12. The Psycho at Riders Lookout - Similarly to Freak Show, this pasta is pretty repetitive; a girl telling a sheriff about an attack on her and her boyfriend only to have it repeated back to her at every detail. Though im not sure if it could still fit in the 1,000 word limit this pasta would have been much better if it were told from Belles prospective, and to feel her fear at the end.    13. She Knew - A short and simple pasta of a woman knowing the situation shes in can only end badly but not being able to stop it. It’s perhaps the shortest pasta of the collection, but is also the most emotional. She knows she is careless and at times puts herself into these terrible positions that could end terribly, and at this realization makes a vow to be more responsible, only to not be given the chance to live up to it. Though it didn’t scare me, it did make me sad, which takes just as much talent in a writer if not more    14. It Was Ellen’s Face - Similarly to Schizo this pasta falls into that vain of a classic pasta, keeping it simple with a set up, a build in tension and then a payoff at the end, this time though with BABYSITTERS!! Its well written and i like how towards the end our main character, the mother, feels carefree on her date, having a wonderful time only to have reality smack her back down into a heard draining dread.    15. The Little Hobo Boy - This one seems to fit into that category of pastas where the ending is completely out of nowhere and doesn’t at all fit in with the rest of the pasta. i can’t think of any other examples becuse it’s 3:30 am, but they’re out there. It starts with a story that, while not scary, atleast is good, but then as sort of a jump scare something happens literally out of nowhere and it ends. disappointing.    16. Normal - And finally a pasta that, similarly to She Knew, got emotional to me, with two brothers and one choosing to kill the other so that he would survive. it’s short and simple but at the same time shows the living brothers struggle with what he has done, but ultimately is happy at the end, knowing that now he can be normal. #longest-review-yet  #16-reviews-in-one

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My excellent birthday gifts among many other books and a car bike rack :) reviews for each of these books as well as individual stories from each book coming :)

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The End Is Night - HopefullyGoodGrammar Read by Mr CreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/pexzZi    I think one of the scariest image in any sort of pasta or scary tale is of something that is larger then life. A Cthulhu-esk creature, or, in the case of this pasta, an object, that stands tale and absolute. It’s simply invincible in it’s size and could crush anything that stands in it’s way. That image alone of this object, a monolith from space, hovering high above the town our main character lives is enough for me to enjoy this pasta, but lucky me, there’s more.    The sort of writing style is what i have come to expect from Hopefully; a well paced rise in suspense with one event after another adding to the grief or horror our main character is going through. And while the ending this suspense is leading to doesn’t always hit (Blank Revolt Review - http://goo.gl/ssTet7) this one does with the realization that we, humanity, have lost.    It’s a well built and deep story that is certainly worth checking out!!    Have a Pasta your love and would to see reviewed? send it to me!!

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Sarah’s Coulrophobia - Kiriakos Vilchez Story - http://goo.gl/pJgiUU Read by CreepsMcPasta - https://goo.gl/q0CE6f    You know that feeling you get when you have just read something pretty great, something different that stands out in your mind as being better then the rest? i certainly got that feeling when i first read The Pastel Man and 11 Miles, when i read Faces in the Storm and 12 Minutes.... i did not get that feeling reading this pasta. Quite honestly i got the exact opposite feeling when i read this pasta.    There wasn’t a creative line, scene, moment, or idea throughout this pasta. From the capturing of our main characters boyfriend only to kill him in front of her to the imagery created around a haunted circus full of morbid clowns, it has all been done in the past in very similar ways. When our main character took the knife and began killing the main clown, i have expected her to dawn the outfit of the dead clown and become “Sarah the killer” or something. I was half right though in that expectation in what actually happened.    The ending made absolutely no sense at all. Once she killed the main clown another walks into the tent and begins to congratulate her on passing their “test”. They turn her into a clown herself and take her into their family, where she begins to feel at home and enjoys being there. There is nothing leading up to her wanting to be there in the end, it just happens, and there is no indication that all this might be a test, it just is.    This pasta, while certainly not the worst, was absolutely dull, not containing even a hint of creativity.

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Seen Not Heard - ProgressTheSeries Youtube Series - https://goo.gl/ZBkZIO Read by MrCreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/xfpvPw    I feel globalization and the simple passage of time has really desensitized us from many of the more eerie and scary things done by other cultures or cultures of the past. 100 years ago in Victorian England, to say you have been to Africa or Egypt (which is in Africa...) or Asia, it was almost like you were a true adventurer many only read about in stories. Authors like Robert Lewis Stevenson comes to mind, who wrote about far off lands and cultures we would most likely never see for ourselves.    This pasta strikes that nerve with me, being about a woman of the era mentioned before and would travel to these far off lands, researching and learning about Egypt. These parts of the pasta are fairly well written and give a good image of this Victorian Era woman who really didn’t fit in with the times.    Despite this though and how decently written it is i feel this pasta needs some serious structural editing. Toward the beginning it jumped around quite a bit, leaving me to wonder what was going on. It’s not a huge issue as i was still able to catch onto the important details, but none the less editing is needed.    Other then that (and the last few lines which should be cut out entirely) This is a rather interesting and unique pasta, one of a subject matter and setting i would love to see more of.    If you have a pasta you love and would like to have reviewed, sent it to me!!

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“God” Creates Devils -  Soulcircle Story - https://goo.gl/HyVIBW    Before i say anything else, i just want to say this is a must read becuse it deals with a topic that does exist and should be more well known.    Now, applying my rule of every pasta i come across being a work of fiction, it’s pacing is terrible. The pasta takes place over a period of three years but only details a few events that take place over this time. Now i understand that with a time span that large it’s hard to cover everything, but that is why this pasta needed to be longer and gone into more detail of the friendship between Janet and out main character. I feel for some pastas they try to keep it short in order for people to read the entire pasta, when in reality it hurts alot of them. People will read your pasta no matter how long they are as long as it is interesting.    The thing though that kicks off this whole pasta though is our main characters “mission” to find out what is up with this girl who never speaks or does anything in class, Janet. I feel this aspect of the pasta is very tacked on, in that it is only mentioned at the beginning to give our main character a reason for talking to Janet, and then randomly brought up again near the end when she is alone in Janet's house.    Had this pasta gone into more detail of the friendship between our main character and Janet it could have build our connection to both characters and made the ending all the more heart breaking.    If you have a pasta your love and would like it reviewed, send it to me!

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Playing God -  Panda4545 Story - https://goo.gl/pkRT3H    Story structure is always a fun thing to play around with when trying to write a pasta that sounds and feels very original. Weather it be a story told through a found tape or letter or from a perspective that is not always used, an interesting structure is a quick way to make a pasta atleast memorable, if for better or worse. This one has an interesting structure in that it’s written in short burst, short sentences, as if the word and doesn’t exist, but it works wonderfully and has a rhythmic tone when read.    That rhythmic tone by the way is very fitting for our main character who in a way considers himself an artist when it comes to what he does. learning how to dissect the human body with ease and precision. doing all this in practise for the girl he loves and broke his heart. He’s a well developed, truly psychopathic, and interesting character.    In some ways, from the psychopathic main character to the mutilation of the human body for art, this pasta resembles Teeth.jpg (review - http://goo.gl/93mell). Simply put though, this pasta does everything Teeth.jpg tried to do, but better. From the depth of it’s killer, writing style, and all around disturbing levels, Playing God is by far the better of the two.    And it’s also probably the best pasta i have read this month. It’s truly dark, creatively written, and needs to be narrated!      If you have a pasta you love and would like to see reviewed, send it to me!

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Stolen Laptop Story - http://goo.gl/YRMCYV Read by MrCreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/oo2TrK    While i understand this pasta is put together through a 4chan thread, i feel the structure makes this pasta very hard to completely follow and enjoy. Im not criticizing the fact that it was made from a 4chan thread, that fine and as a finished product alittle creative, what i am criticizing though is that it left out the post that our main character is replying to, making it seem like we are only getting half of a conversation. Yes we get all the information we need to picture the story, but it’s almost like listening to someone on the phone and not being able to hear what the other person is saying    Now, as for the more graphic material in this pasta. I still hold firm that put in the right context any act of violence, gore, or abuse can be justified in a pasta or story in general. Take the scene from The Pastel Man where the creature is killing the innocent person on the side of the street infront of our main character. it is a pretty detailed and graphic death scene, but it works becuse it wasn’t pointless and to leave it out would to leave alittle emptiness in that part of the pasta.    Now, you could argue that the violence in this pasta wasn’t completely pointless, like the dog in Laughing Jack, but i would argue it’s a different kind of pointless. The background on this pasta, a guy stealing a laptop and then finding disturbing stuff on it, is a type of plot (similar to a deep web pasta) that is just wide open to throw whatever awful and evil stuff you want into it. That to me is a cheap get around of the “make sure it’s not pointless” rule to shocking imagery.    In a plot like this pasta has, i would say simply keep it vague. you can say there is some disturbing shit on this laptop, or that there is animal torture and self mutilation, but to go into as much detail as this pasta does makes it to me a prime example of what not to do in this plot type.    If you have a pasta you love and would like to see reviewed, send it to me!

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Teeth.jpg -  Rolanddeschain16 Story - http://goo.gl/Xbxkbw Read by CreepyMcPasta - https://goo.gl/esIArp    When it comes to a pasta that has some or alot of focus on an image or .jpg you have to make a decision on whether or not to include an image with the pasta. There are positives either way, showing it and possibly creating the next Smile Dog.jpg, an image that has become synonymous with CreepyPasta, or not showing it and letting our imagination create something scarier then you could ever show us. I feel this pasta should have gone the latter route. The image included was not scary, alittle cartoonish, and didn’t warrant the reaction it got from our main character and Josh.    it’s terribly written with many inconsistencies, such as the following:     He looked rather startled to see us both standing there in the living room and he lightly placed his art folder and satchel down against the sofa, as we both stood up    literally within the same sentence contradicting things happen. it’s a small thing sure in the over all plot of the pasta, but no matter how small it shows laziness on the side of the writer.    There isn't alot of background on Daniel, and while background isn't always necessary, i feel it is here because without it these actions of Daniels seem out of nowhere. Sure it tells of his visit to a dentist as a child, but it makes no connection with this and his all of a sudden interesting murderous art projects.    A fairly poor story that really shouldn’t have won pasta of the month on the Wiki.     

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Cul-De-Sac Story - http://goo.gl/MM7ezG Read by CreepyPastaJr - https://goo.gl/rY1f1J    First off, i am a huge Ed, Edd, n, Eddy fan, it is without a doubt my favorite cartoon. I had first came across this pasta in 2012 (funny enough while watching the show) finding it very interesting and plausible. Now coming back to it and reading it with a much more critical eye, i think it holds up.    It is fairly well written, giving good details into the backstories of every character that fits in with how they are on the show. Especially with Jonny and Ed, who have pained and cut-short lives, and take advantage of being in purgatory to make it much better, doing the things they couldn’t in life.    The only thing i would change is some of the deaths, such as with Nazz, Sarah and Ed, whose deaths seemed thrown in and not very creative, not fitting in with the lives they led like it did with Rolf and Eddy, whose death perfectly fit the lives they led.    Other then that i would say this is certainly my favorite TV show theory and an interesting pasta to check out (if you haven’t already), especially if you are a fan of the show.

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Do You Accept - DasAesians Story - https://goo.gl/3zExAY Read by MrCreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/46ZRCm    Ayn Rand would be so proud. So little is given about the world that this pasta takes place in yet it is unnecessary becuse we know it well from the many dystopian stories we know. And in a world like that our human capacity for caring is really put to it’s limits as we must prioritize people, our friends from our families.    Also i love the how repetitive the board's dialogue is, showing its robotic nature even as it is most likely a human our main character is speaking to. It continues on even as out main character tries to offer solutions to both save this person and make things better for their family, but it’s sort of like that like from The Terminator, “it can not be reasoned with”    So wonderfully done for a pasta that is almost all dialogue

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2 Sentence Horror Stories!! Lets Roll!! Stories (among others) - http://goo.gl/bFmCz1 1.     I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”    Beyond the obvious twist of the son being underneath the bed, i like this one becuse the father really doesn’t know which person to trust or which one is actually his son. From what i can tell, either one could be lying while the other could be the son 2.    They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.    Something we have seen in so many Sci-Fi movies and books, but never explained how they go unconscious as well. All the joys of getting to see the future with all the pains of living thru real time. 3.    There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.    Pretty predictable, but if it had been written better and had said more than just “I live alone” the predictableness could be forgiven becuse atleast it was written well. 4.    You wake up. She doesn’t.     This one is less of a story but more of a situation, none the less the bluntness of it and the situation itself is a pretty devastating one. love it! 5.     Day 312. Internet still not working.     HAHAHA! 6.    You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.     Much like number 3, that second sentence only being “you live alone” just seems like a cop out, a poorly done ending to a story we all know. Why not “Your eyes widen though as you realize you are alone in the house”? you’re still meeting the 2 sentence limit and reaches the same twist conclusion, but it’s written much better. #review longer than the story 7.    I needed to quickly run a SQL command to update a single row in an Oracle DB table at work. To my horror, it came back with “–2,378,231 rows affected.”     ....My brother is the computer expert, i’ll refer this one to him... 8.    You’re laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.     The main point of a 2 sentence horror story is to set up a situation in the first line, then deliver a twist or shock in the second. This one misses it though becuse it only continues the story in the second line rather then conclude it. Also, to my dismay, it is in second person. 9.    “Mesa called Jar-Jar Binks. Mesa your humble servant.”     *Rolls on the floor laughing* 10.    Nurse’s Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth. Silent, always smiling.     Written a bit differently yet still gives a good sense of horror through that simple image. 

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Relief - Abysmii Story - http://goo.gl/cFrDBD Read by CreepypastaJr - https://goo.gl/As7xHz    This pasta left me alittle confused from it’s seeming contradictions and lack of just alittle more explanation.    First our main character says he doesn’t deal in heroin or prescription drugs becuse they kill people, but then we find that the drug he does deal in, “relief”, leaves the person dead after, yes, some amazing and cheerful hallucinations. Second, the ending where the dealer reveals “im not even human”, I feel like im just missing something rather simple but i don’t get it. Is he the Grim Reaper? If so why is he going about this through a drug dealer method?    The pasta is fairly well written and the idea behind it, that of a simple drug that takes away your stresses through nice hallucinations, is a good one, i just feel in a way it was poorly executed.

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I Have My Suspicions -  MyHatIsBlue Story - http://goo.gl/eRtsba Read By MrCreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/TbxDej    For many of pastas i have developed a certain standard i would consider a good pasta; well written, amazing and horrific imagery, and characters i care about. Based on these (and other points) i deside if a pasta is good, bad, inbetween, out in space, whatever. But at times a pasta can miss out on some of these things i want and still be good in my eyes, by replacing that thing with something else; in this case, humor.    This pasta is not the best written (though not the worst either) and it’s imagery only gets to be eerie towards the end, but it does something that i feel only a few pastas have every done really well; have a character that is completely realistic. From beginning to end our main character acts as i feel any person his age would act or react. That moment when he takes a picture of the other camper gazing up at space, i was just thinking “thats probably something i would do too”. This main character is one of the most realist i have seen in any pasta.

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Intergalactic - Vincent V Cava Story - http://goo.gl/AmggkY Read by MrCreepyPasta - https://goo.gl/5Unpfh    Though it starts out with a pretty creative twist on the alien discovery concept, being that the creatures from another galaxy send you plans to build a fast ship and come on over. But from there it falls apart.    For one thing it skips over something that probably would have made for a pretty interesting pasta in it’s own right; astronauts waking from their chambers far too early, knowing their isn’t enough food for even one of them rather then them all. It’s not the focus of the pasta, i know, but it would have made for a more interesting one then this turned out to be.    Second, i don’t understand then ending. If three people were killed then who is the guy our main character is talking to? If it’s one of the aliens that sent for us then why? What is the motive there? But if we are going to go with this twist ending then it should have been done a bit differently. As he is gazing at the planet of destination, he recalls the fact that the man he spoke with isn’t who he really is. What would have made for a better scene is the actual moment where he finds this out, rather then a moment where he is recalling it.    Over all a rather weak pasta containing nuggets of good ideas but both of which are barely mentioned or looked over entirely