The Socratic Method
| Published on Creepypasta.com | May 2009 |
|---|---|
| Length | 136 words · about 1 minute to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 4.8/10 from 263 votes |
| Category | Rites and Rituals |
A secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in West Virginia. To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located in Cricket at 9:30 PM on September the twenty-first. The only uniform is a heavy overcoat and a green tie. Order an “Eggs and bacon platter with coffee.” The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu is unavailable, reply, “Well, just the coffee then.” You’ll be allowed to stay after closing time for the meet. The meeting itself is a meeting of minds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called “The Socratic Method.” They hoist their mugs at the beginning and end of the meeting and say “Death to Socrates.” It’s rumored a little hemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.
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BUT WHO WAS BACON AND EGGS PLATTER?
That was so bad I think it gave me cancer.
pretty lame.
coulda maybe been better if improved, but as it is, disappointing.
Join a cult. It’s paranormal.
I remember reading this a few years ago and I seem to recall it saying “Funny. Because hemlock kills pretty much instantly.”
THEN WHO WAS THE SOCRATIC METHOD?
i think the concept of this pasta is genius- a meeting regarding immortality, during which they pull a Socrates and poison themselves, resulting in a philosophical discussion taking place while each is inching towards death. any story so short yet bursting with underlying possibilities and complexes deserves praise.
Pretty poor considering there’s no real reward. There’s the talk but there are plenty of other think tanks. They’re a secret society but it doesn’t mean they’re anything special.
:x Wouldn’t the attendees of this secret society have already read the Phaedo?
BUT WHO WAS SOCRATES?
lol if im going to risk being raped in a shit whole dinner i want a reward for DOING the pasta
wasn’t this already on creepypasta before?
Old pasta is old, and one of the first pastas I ever sampled.
… Seems incredibly stale by now.
I have no idea how this could possibly be considered creepy.
horrible
I’ve read this somewhere before. I didn’t like it then much either. =/
BUT WHO WAS….oh god damn this pasta doesn’t even deserve that
Also, no one in West Virginia would ever meet to discuss any kind of philosophy other than which cheap beer is the best or which brand of truck is most American.
Sixth!
What exactly was supposed to be creepy about this? The hemlock? Death to Socrates? The unavailability of the breakfast menu?
Fail pasta is fail.
Wow. At the very least if you’re going to make a ritual pasta ake it have some oomph. This is the most bland pasta I have ever read.
… and what’s the benefit? I’m not consuming hemlock to have a philosophical discussion on immortality.
But who was coffee?
STAHP
I could write a ritual pasta script to churn out better pasta.
Wat kinda pasta machine you got then bro?
Can I buy one?
I don’t think it’s bad per say. Not really creepy though which is the point of the website, but there are other stories which are worse.
This just makes me interested, Virginia is very close to where I live. ^_^ …Well, three hour drive close, but still close enough.
Wow…..this pasta must be older than me, lol. It was never very creepy, but it had a certain taste to it. Not muc of a taste, mind you, but I have read worse. I just wish there were some sort of story to it, instead of “This happens, the end”
pointless pasta is pointless
I read this before. It was bad then. And it makes no sense.
Stupid/poor/bad/notcreepy/boring/etc ritual is… You get the idea.
wat
WUT?!?
of all the ‘rites and rituals to do with a specific location at a specific time’ pastas this is pretty poor to be brutally honest