Beyond Truth
I watched the blood as it trickled across the slick wooden floor, as it began to hide under the furniture, as it began to spread and draw closer to me, inch by inch…
I was always a curious man… Was it wrong to peek? I thought not. Maybe I had been wrong… What good has come of this corpse that lay here before me? Yet, I have no regrets… I’ve regretted everything. I no longer wish to let myself become lost in such emotions. The deed has been done.
Still…
No, I must have been right. It was not wrong to peek… It was wrong to open the door as I have now. The door of knowledge has always been there, waiting for me… Who knew it could cause this? Still, I will carry on… This sudden insight is confusing. I will learn to master my knowledge…
The blood that has been shed by my hands is no longer relevant. Nothing in this physical realm is relevant. I must understand what is yet to be understood by any other being. I will be patient and carry on…
I let the blood reach me… I watched it while it dried and ceased its journey across this unfamiliar place. The blood’s journey was irrelevant, unlike what I must soon experience. I left him there, to make my own journeys across these many unfamiliar places…
Am I mad?
Possibly. Although… I could never quite say what madness was.
Credit To: Mitchell
Beyond Truth,
O.o
*blink*
….Ooookay.
Bland pasta is bland
…
I have absolutely no recollection of reading this pasta before.
Like, I know that I did and obviously decided to post it and schedule it but. I really just don’t remember it at all D=
I must have been really tired.
sleep deprivation can cause all sorts of crazy things to happen, nobody blames you.
why dont u make some pasta out of that recipe
If someone excepted my pasta by accident I’d be thrilled…
What the legitimate dicksicle did I just read… O.o
..Uhm. What
What is happening to the usual good creepypastas of the site? Are you posting the ones you have because of the problem with submiting? .-.
Imagine how the author might have felt reading what the admin commented… :O
Uh… all I said was that I don’t remember it? Any opinion or emotion that the author might project onto that statement is entirely of their own doing.
Regardless, it’s news to me that I’m not supposed to express my own opinion on pastas just because I’m the admin. Even if I do give negative feedback, the idea that my doing so is somehow worse than any other person having a negative opinion is just… not correct.
Chalk this up to ‘imaginary rule ten billion about how derpbutt is supposed to be a robot’ – no opinions ever. Got it.
BUT WHO IS TRUTH?
BUT WHO IS TRUTH?
Whats so wrong with this pasta? Lately they have been too long and convoluted. The return to nice vague short pastas is a blessing to me, the long rambling over explanations not so much.
for me it needs to have some detail to be scary.
Agreed, short and sweet is good. But this one didn’t go anywhere.
Personally I thought it was confusing as fuck and got no where.
Ok THEN WHO WAS….i mean..SO WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN???!
This is ass! >:[
aint even mad
what nincompoop decided this was scary? this shit is like emo poetry run thru a garbage disposal. too short too.
wtf
I don’t even know what I just read.
also… who was blood.
also… why??
what the hell did i just read?
what just happened to my brain??
this was awful. just awful.
This story was irrelevant.
Didn’t make sense, words were over-used and wasnt scary. No idea how it slipped past the mods.
That sucked.
U mad bro?
Boring ….