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SCP:Containment report number:00000113-Subject Serial:
-Cell Block Level:
D- Solitary Confinement Unit
Electric Green, Black, Timber wolf Grey
One torn ear, Glowing saliva, Knife-like claws, and Large teeth.
-How was this Species found?:
This particular creature was found after an illegal dumping of biohazardous chemicals into a fresh water stream near by a local forest, home to other creatures. It was reported after a forest ranger was on patrol around the stream area. He and among three other rangers were killed trying to fight the beast after it killed the first patrolling ranger.
Rainbow Eyes (A CreepyPasta)There once was a girl, she would always stay a strange one...
Dressed in only the grayscale and never anything else...
When she walked to school, nobody ever wanted to be near her, they say that she is strange and creepy. That she is a loner and a emo, that she'll probably stay like that for the rest of her life...
As much as the girl wanted to say that wasn't true about her, that she craved for companions, no one would listen to her...
She felt alone, the only thing that kept her sane was drawing.
Oh, how she enjoyed expressing her feelings through the pencils and the bright colors if her crayons and color pencils! But even then she felt nothing.
Day after day, the same words tumbled out of the other children mouths, that she was a loner, a loser, ugly, emo, a cutter, an outcast!
... That was when she snapped. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DONT KNOW ME AT ALL!"
She quickly gathered her belongings and ran as far away from
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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