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My Newest Story..Guardian
10 years ago
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In the times of earth's beginning there were three guardians that were created. One was the history keeper who kept all stories and all records of humans animals and earth's doing. One was the inventor of the earth whom kept creations and helped make further of inventions and earth's development. Finally the last was the keeper of death and birth. These three were kept hidden from anyone that was ever created , born and or anything that was invented was said to be invented by the people. There in their place was said to be a God the humans believed in and a heaven and earth...or rather buddha or other gods. This was too keep the human race going. If one ever fell to the lower race...The earth would only have so long.
So in the year 2005..the world and human race had developed fairly well and was much farther than the three guardians had ever imagined it to be. One main thing was created when this came along...Even before it was. It was a genre that became fairly popular and all three guardians enjoyed it out of the dull wake of what they had created. It was creepy pasta...or rather scary, creepy and fun even feelings that made tearjerkers enjoyable among these storys. there was a few famous storytellers out of the creepy pasta genre. Infact Slender man was created by the three guardians secretly and many spurred off the genre and told there own story. However there was one Story teller that would have a much much deeper purpose….
His name was The Wolf. This story teller had been telling voice over creepypasta and normal stories since the genre ever existed. If not on youtube then on voice recordings that had been downloaded before the so called creepy pasta ever became popular. He was a very sought after person. However tonight he was running out of good unique stories to tell. It was dull and the rain pounded his window. The wolf laid back in his chair as the small apartment creaked around him. His current location was unknown to most but he knew of course that he lived in chicago. The ghetto of chicago however. Why? Why would such a popular youtuber live in the ghetto? Because if he moved to hollywood some of the controversial stories of him might be sought after by the cops. The united states was such a touchy country. The cops thought that they all had right to break artist. Not to mention the fact that this artist smoked weed would not be condemned among the rich and he would be sent to jail.
Looking around his lofty apartment he saw the window drip water through the crummy seal and bit his lip. What a bad habit lip biting was. Looking back to his screen he nearly screamed but instead fell off his chair with a huge “THUD!” He slowly looked behind him and screamed out loud again as he saw a hooded figure with what looked like a playful shadow inside the cloak...the shadow formed into a skull like creature the skin clinging to the bone.. The stench that came to this creature nearly killed his nose and made him gag.. Was this death? No it did not feel like he was going to die….The creature could be heard cracking its bones together as it moved its head upward and look at him..the head still with skin on it but with dried up eyes and what looked like eyelashes and old clouded jewels burned into each cheek bone. The creature stared at The King and then clicked its jaws… Only one a few words came out of his jaw….,”Traitor…fallen to human....”
Two thousand years later the world was gone….That year The king had met the cloaked figure was the day the world became nothing but barren...The lone figure that stood on the hill was cloaked and had one singular look as the same cloaked creature that long ago day… The creature cracked his once typing fingers and remembered..how he had been called traitor...by his own guardian brother...
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© Do not take, claim, use, alter/edit, re-upload my art without my permission.
Please ASK to use my characters in any artwork or commissions.
I have a clear rule as to not resell anything I sell or give away! FOLLOW IT OUT OF COMMON SENSE!
So in the year 2005..the world and human race had developed fairly well and was much farther than the three guardians had ever imagined it to be. One main thing was created when this came along...Even before it was. It was a genre that became fairly popular and all three guardians enjoyed it out of the dull wake of what they had created. It was creepy pasta...or rather scary, creepy and fun even feelings that made tearjerkers enjoyable among these storys. there was a few famous storytellers out of the creepy pasta genre. Infact Slender man was created by the three guardians secretly and many spurred off the genre and told there own story. However there was one Story teller that would have a much much deeper purpose….
His name was The Wolf. This story teller had been telling voice over creepypasta and normal stories since the genre ever existed. If not on youtube then on voice recordings that had been downloaded before the so called creepy pasta ever became popular. He was a very sought after person. However tonight he was running out of good unique stories to tell. It was dull and the rain pounded his window. The wolf laid back in his chair as the small apartment creaked around him. His current location was unknown to most but he knew of course that he lived in chicago. The ghetto of chicago however. Why? Why would such a popular youtuber live in the ghetto? Because if he moved to hollywood some of the controversial stories of him might be sought after by the cops. The united states was such a touchy country. The cops thought that they all had right to break artist. Not to mention the fact that this artist smoked weed would not be condemned among the rich and he would be sent to jail.
Looking around his lofty apartment he saw the window drip water through the crummy seal and bit his lip. What a bad habit lip biting was. Looking back to his screen he nearly screamed but instead fell off his chair with a huge “THUD!” He slowly looked behind him and screamed out loud again as he saw a hooded figure with what looked like a playful shadow inside the cloak...the shadow formed into a skull like creature the skin clinging to the bone.. The stench that came to this creature nearly killed his nose and made him gag.. Was this death? No it did not feel like he was going to die….The creature could be heard cracking its bones together as it moved its head upward and look at him..the head still with skin on it but with dried up eyes and what looked like eyelashes and old clouded jewels burned into each cheek bone. The creature stared at The King and then clicked its jaws… Only one a few words came out of his jaw….,”Traitor…fallen to human....”
Two thousand years later the world was gone….That year The king had met the cloaked figure was the day the world became nothing but barren...The lone figure that stood on the hill was cloaked and had one singular look as the same cloaked creature that long ago day… The creature cracked his once typing fingers and remembered..how he had been called traitor...by his own guardian brother...
© COPYRIGHTS ©
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
© All Rights Reserved. You are NOT authorized to use my art without my complete consent.
© Do not take, claim, use, alter/edit, re-upload my art without my permission.
Please ASK to use my characters in any artwork or commissions.
I have a clear rule as to not resell anything I sell or give away! FOLLOW IT OUT OF COMMON SENSE!
