The-Jomas

“Oh now, Harry, it isn’t that bad.” “Not that bad? Martha, that… that thing killed someone!” “That ‘thing’ is your son, Harry, your son!” “It is no son of mine. We should get rid of it; give it to the authorities.” “Him. Harry, him. Yes, what our boy did was wrong, but we can’t just abandon him!” “And what about the Fredrick boy? Hm? Do you think his parents wanted to leave him? Well, thanks to our little bundle of joy, they don’t get to make that choice. He’s six feet under now, what’s left of him anyway, and I might add th

The golden rays from the heavens shone down upon her kingdom. It made the lakes and seas appear golden, and it made the vegetation shine vibrantly. She looked out on her citizens and smiled, for they need never face what she knew was coming for her. She walked into her palace unafraid, for she knew her fate and would bother to fight against it. She closed the door to her bedroom and there he was. Waiting. Though he did not turn to strike her. He simply looked out at the sunlight and at the lakes and the seas and at the vegetation with its bright colors and the happy expressions on the faces of her citizens. There was a snap that she knew mean

 As I read my book a spider crawled onto it, insulting the stories with its presence; I slammed the book shut, killing it instantly. I should have thought this through. Now page one hundred eighty two has an unpleasant little stain near the top left corner. The clock tower bells rang off loudly to inform me that it was now five o’clock, time for me to head back to my dorm. My final class ends at four, and I like to allow myself one hour of reading under the shadow of the old willow tree as a break between the hard work of my classes and the hard work of my nocturnal studies. I put my book into my bag and started walking home. It is a qu

I went on a walk today. It was nice. The sun was setting and its reflection off of the lake was beautiful. Then the sun finished setting. At this moment, I started to think about Slenderman's Diary and some of my plans for future entries. My brainstorming session was cut short almost instantly as I realized I was in a dark area filled with trees. When scared of Slenderman, there is no proper logic, and in darkness the imagination processes the world around you in the place of reason and observation. In this depressingly irrational state of mind, any tall thing will look like Slenderman, and any sound or movement is a threat. I was horribly aw