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My Death

Note from Author: Sorry for not posting any stories lately. Go to my deviantart page where I post other things: http://wyleanda.deviantart.com/

   My Mother is dead. Nobody can do anything about it. Nobody believes me about her killer. I cry because everyone thinks I am mad. I am not mad, I am a normal human being.
   My Innocence has been taken from me. I cry and cry because I am dead inside. My mother was my light. I loved her.
   I cannot think of a world without her. I've tried every way of committing suicide to see my mother. But everything someone comes out and stops me. Please let me regain my Innocence from this world. I need to go to the next world. Nobody ever listens to me.
   I think the thing that killed my mother and stole my Innocence is coming after me. Hopefully it is going to kill me. It will help me regain my Innocence.
  It is outside waiting for me.
   I have a poem for it.
    I will not fall
Not fall in your arms
I ill fall in my mothers arms
You pale man
Your cold skin
Your heartless body
You inhuman thing

The Diary of Me: Part 1


Entry 1 : March 21, 2010
            My friend and I started doing the Ouija board. We didn’t get a response.
Entry 2: March 23, 2010
 My friend finally got a response but it was her “grandmother” Jana. I hated that lady.
 Entry 3: March 24, 2010
            I know my diary is going to laugh at me. But I started hearing noises. So me and my friend did the Ouija board again. We were hoping to get Jana again but got someone else. Didn’t give us a name, kind of scared about this person.
Entry 4: March 20, 2010
            Let’s talk about my school life now. I go to 11th grade. A pretty average grade. I got all C’s and B’s. School is kind of average. Even if my parents are paying for it. The food is cheap and crap.
            My parents and so many their parents complain about the school because it cost like $10,000 for one year. They complain about how it looks and the teachers. Trust me the teachers are crap. But none of them really want to get fired because it pays a lot of money but that is all.
Entry 5: April 2, 2010
            Got a new teacher. I think he is cute. Red hair and blue eyes with pale skin. So many girls were asking how old he was. He told them that he was 26 years old.
            They told him that he was way too young to teach. He didn’t answer. That was my school’s life day. After school we did the board again. Got an answer. The person sid he knows me from school. Kind of scared.
Entry 6: April 3, 2010
            Mom thinks I should be doing these everyday now. Day was boring new teacher is still getting hit on.
Entry 7: April 4, 2010
            Finally remembered new teacher’s name. His name is Ransney Milfum. That name sounds pretty familiar. Friend and I got another response. This time it is getting personal not with my friend but with me. Kind of scared for my life.
Entry 8: April 5, 2010
            Mr. Milfum is giving us a project. The project is about any type of animal we were given. Mr Milfum gave me a very simply project animal, the domesticated cat. He smiled at me when he gave me my animal. Got another answer from the board. Said that I should study up on cats so I could understand him.

Loose Killer


“His lone face was enough to make me go insane. It wasn’t because of all the scars on it but the evil face that held up those scars.
            Some might find this guy attractive. Some even hideous. None like me think that this guy’s face said ‘Evil’. No, No, no, I was the only one who thought this.
             Some say that I should ignore this guy and just carry on with my boring life. No I will not carry on with my life because this guy has been with me my whole entire life. I should have the rights to kill the ‘Stalker’.”
---End of recording---
            This lady name is Lena Martin.  She came to the police claiming she finally killed the man that has plagued her whole life. She is currently on the run for first degree murder. If found please call the local police.
            To keep safe please do not open your door to anyone. Lock the doors, turn off the lights and hide. Please follow these steps. We do not want any people dead. So I repeat take these steps.

NOW DO THEM NOW!

Hopes, Dreams and Lies

 Rest is for the dead. Yeah right! Like I believe that. My life was dead since I arrived in this world. My life was ended by those who say life is something to be respected.
  I laugh at them and they ask why. I laugh at them even more. Then I respond.
 "Life ended when this world was born all our souls are in a abyss of our lies, dreams and hopes!"
 They walk away. So do I but I am laughing. Laughing so hard that they cannot keep going with their deteriorating lives. I "some" how make them commit suicide.
  Me of all people make them do it. Why that makes 2 or 3 less people the world needs. Our world needs less people. Less dreams, hopes and lies that need to be dealt with.
  Dreams to be crushed. Hopes to be poured with Molting lava.  Lies to be shot with every letter in the alphabet. 

My Only Joy left

 Warm Hands
Warm Body
Her warm body
Small but frail
Crying for me
Small hands 
Small Body
Her cries grow louder
I Love her
She is my joy
My Only joy Left

Killjoy and Jeff's Shower time

  Killjoy waited for what seemed liked forever for Jeff the Killer.  She did as Jeff wanted.  She waited until he came back, washed up, and stayed very low. That last one seemed almost impossible for Killjoy. This madness was starting to eat at her.
            She got up from her sleep to find Jeff's hoodie there, right next to her bed. Killjoy heard the shower going and sounds, more like a half-whistle, half- whispering.
 "Jeff is that you?" She said as grabbed the hoodie.
             "So how you guess it was me?" Jeff said.
             “Your hoodie gave it away."
             "Ah it feels good to be in a shower. It seems to be about two years since I was in a shower. Come on spend it with me."
"Hell No!"
            "Yes you will my love.” Jeff said coming out of the shower. His scars showing countless fights. He looked good for a mass killer. Jane the Killer said that he wouldn’t look good without all his clothes on. But what Killjoy saw was a manly man with scars. Naked body made his dick look huge even through it was about 4 inches long.
            Holy shit he looked good naked, Killjoy thought. Jeff grabbed her hand and pushed her against his body. His dick hitting her night dress. She tried to get away from a stone cold killer’s pale hands. She tried to get a towel for Jeff but he just kept pushing her back into his body.
            Jeff forced her into the wall. He started to take off her clothes. She didn’t move or smile. Why was he doing this to her, she thought.  Jeff’s naked body was starting to get to her.
            Jeff pushed Killjoy into the shower. Killjoy tried to get him off her but Jeff was next to her holding her down.
            “My, my you look good naked!” Jeff said as he grabbed her body closer to his.
            “Why don’t you let me go!”  She said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
            “Well you seem happy but I see some happiness in you every time I see you. You like seeing me don’t you?”
            “Yes I do but it doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to do with me. Now let me go” Killjoy said. Jeff grabbed his dick and was trying to stick it into Killjoy.  Killjoy instantly slammed Jeff to the wall. She exited the shower and went to the closet.  She found a nice dress that was pink and flowery.
            As she was putting the dress on Jeff entered the closet. He was completely dressed. How the hell can get dressed so easily, Killjoy thought. She rushed to put the dress. She looked behind her and Jeff wasn’t there.
            She found Jeff under the bed. He was mouthing something to her.

                               SHE COULDN’T UNDERSTAND HIM

Sleep

Life    Seems to sleepy at first 
          But you get used to it
          But every time you try
          It gets sleepier 
          Sleepier
 Is                  Good
           Try to not sleep
            Just try it and you
           Might win or lose
           It may be
Nice    just to Sleep
           But for life is a lie
           Just trust and try
           You may need it
           Need it 
For  A Change 
Just Go to sleep
The Sleep is all you need
Your sleepiness is what you need
Just change your life and try to win
The sleepy lifestyle 
          

Killjoy

   "This is breaking! 15 murders at once! Who could be responsible for this day of blood?" The news reporter said.
      A girl girl stepped out from the bed of a married couple. Just hours ago this couple was joy and happiness in one. Now they are dead corpses, bleeding from their wounds this girl inflicted. Killing joy was all this girl know about.
            She was nicknamed "Killjoy". She loved seeing the joy from peoples life drain. She had a model for her killings, Jeff the Killer.
       She loved Jeff and always wanted to see him. His pale skin, blackened hair, eyes and mouth of a monster. Killjoy lived to mock Jeff with his killing but found no joy. Her looks didn't even look like Jeff's.                                       Her bright pink face, green eyes, red hair, and a smile that set back people to a different world.
Of course this was the case, for her a while ago. She was a happy 16 year old girl. Normal life you might say. Had everything, a lover, a nice boyfriend, good grades, looks to kill, and siblings she could pick on. Then she heard about  Jeff the killer was in her town. She was frightened.
                     "Brother, oh small brother guess what!" She yelled but no answer came. She heard a scream come from the bathroom.
                   "Okay, nice brother have sex with your girlfriend but don't scream like a little sissy!" She yelled. She decided to  go and actually see why her brother was screaming for.  She opened the door to find her brother dead. Suddenly the joy in her life was gone. Was this work of Jeff the Killer?
We shall never know. But she never called the police not even to think about it. She just sat there laughing hysterically.
                "Ha, ha I-I wonder who did this! was it you Mr. Jeff the Killer." She laughed and grabbed  her brother's arm. She started to dry his body. His limp body on this stairs made this cracking noise not the noise you would usually think a body going down the stairs would make.
                   The last step made this sickening crack. This did not bother her she just stared and laughed about how she was going to bury her dead brother. She heard a door bell ring. She went into the kitchen and got out a butcher knife.
This knife was sharper than usual. She went back to the door.
"Hello. Who is this?" She asked trying not to sound above normal.
"Hello, this is the police. Open up!" They said alarmed about what is happening. She opened the door and rushed at their heads. She swinged her knife and hit the first police officer. His head rolled down the porch steps.
She laughed with the knife at her knees. The other police officer ran for his life. He didn't get far, for a unknown person killed him.
"Go to Sleep!" that stranger said.
"W-Who's there?" She asked. She dropped her knife.
"No one in particular." the stranger said.  He came into more blackness and ran. All she saw was a white hoody.  Who was this mysterious person?  Was it a boy or a girl? Was this Jeff the Killer? Or was this some psychopath?
That is what led to Killjoy to her murderous spree. To killing the joyous couple to get Jeff the Killer. For her waiting for Jeff the Killer.
WAITING FOR THIS MAN...

A little Cosplay: Jeff the killer and Joff the Killer

           
                         This is something I think was funny. It was between me (Wyleanda) and Surrealatorium.
                           Jeff- Wyleanda
                           Joff- Surrealatoriuim
                          Here is the picture this was started on : The Picture >.>
                            Watch Both of us! Wyleanda  Surrealatorium

             
                     What the fuck dude you are giving me a bad name.
                    

 Bot I jost wont to koll you woth mah SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!
              

      Just NO. no. NO. Go kill someone with a rock not a spoon. *Gives rock*
                     

*Picks up rock* Whot os thos?
                  

  Just do it... Or I will have to end your life.
                   

  Ok *Throws rock but accidentally hits Jeff in the face.*
                
  
  Really! Ok now your death is needed. I will give you a short time to run.
                     

Ok * Disappears*
                 

              Finally