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Hello there, I'm one of the voice actors apart the recent collaboration titled Project Nightmare. It's an action platformer game for moible devices and PC. We've begun to work on the game and have made some progress but we are in need at least two more animators and two more programmers.
If you want more information please visit these links.
Out PJ Forum:
http://project-nightmare.freeforums.net/
Our Team Leader's NG Account:
http://trojanman87.newgrounds.com/

I've been working on a Creepypasta series for awhile now and am nearly finish. Please feel free to read.
http://jjtninja.deviantart.com/gallery/49069075
If there's any typos or incorrect word flow please let me know, I'd appreciate it. Thanks!

What's up everyone, I'm apart of a recently created game development team, and we are in need of some animators/programmers for our current project. I won't go into the game specifics because there's too many but the games is mainly a 2D platformer, with an awesome story.
If you're interested contact me or our head, http://trojanman87.newgrounds.com/ .
If you would like to see how the game is coming so far, http://project-nightmare.freeforums.net/ this is the link.
Thanks!

At 12/23/13 12:23 AM, UncleCubone wrote: (Here's some advice in the form of a poem written by one of the greatest contemporary writers out there.)

so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski

That's a lot of "Don't do it"s.

Oh, and uh...one last thing.
The term "Shadowfolk" (which I later found is another name for "Shadow People"), my best friend suggested we just Google it to see if it meant anything. The results....were not what I expected (or wanted for that matter).

At 12/17/13 01:42 PM, dodo1006 wrote: My first story uploaded onto here!
Be gentle with my poor writing :3

Not bad man

At 12/20/13 08:25 PM, ZE13 wrote: Well let's just say I write a lot for my age most kids at my school don't write as much as I do ( they think it's boring) but uh the thing is I've only been writing for a year and is there anyway I can improve cuz I'm getting a svipt writing software for Christmas and uh.. I don't know I wanted to write out a series by October next year so if you hsve any tips It'll make me happy

Sure man. If you've got anything written down already, just upload it and we'll take a look.

At 12/14/13 07:40 PM, Maltos wrote: What are entry's one and two

this is a very detailed dream if it is real

the creative idea in this story is original and I liked it

the story could use a few re-writes in order to fix words that are too plain

this story does make one apprehensive to start a dream journal

Lastly if I were being held captive by ( my worst nightmare ) and I were aware that I am asleep
I would also realize its my mind creating the world around me
in a world of your own making you are a god
the darkness can be fought as long as there is light
that like in the dark tunnel
that light is your power and the darkness uses everything to hinder you reaching it
images of friends and family telling you that its no use
physical pain to bring you to your knees
this character must reach that light
or the darkness will one day consume him
and waking life will be the real nightmare

Entry 1 was basically, just an incoherent dream. Meaning, it didn't make much sense, but ...whatever that thing is, was there the whole way. I'm not going to go into it.
As for entry 2: That dream, I don't remember at all. I just woke up suddenly gasping for breath. But what really got spooked then was the fact someone/something was standing right at the of my bed. I swung my fist at it, only to have it collided with my bedroom wall (yeah...smooth move right?).
And yes, sadly...it was a real dream. The most vivid I've ever had. I figured since it did frighten a few friends of mine I try uploading it here.

At 12/13/13 04:49 PM, cacality wrote: Good, but it wasn't scary...

Yeah, I guess compared to the other stories I see online it isn't really.

This was Entry 3 of a dream journal I've been keeping.

I'm standing alone. Before me lies a long and narrow corridor. There are no walls, but instead darkness. Living darkness. It's toying with me. It's making it seem as though I'm safe as long as I stay on the path. It's a lie. I know it can consume within a heartbeat, if it wanted to; or worse... reside within me.
I begin to walk; the path behind me vanishes within the dark, with each step forward. Each step, each breath, exhausting, I have to keep going, I tell myself, no matter how much pain. There's no alternative. The path itself seems to have a faint cyan glow, but in this darkness its light is a beacon.
More pain, I can't go on like this for much longer. But I must, the alternative is a far much worse fate than death.
I stumble. I'm on my arms and knees now, crawling. As I do, I see apparitions of friends, enemies, and family, taunting me.
"There's no refuge from this darkness." An image of my brother says.
"You brought this upon yourself." says another. I try my best to look away and continue.
"You think you can simply ignore all of this?" An image of a girl from my school says as she gestures at everything.
"I have to try." I tell all of them.
"Then you are a fool." An apparition of my mother tells me. "Stop and accept your fate, there's no escaping it."
I try m best to shut out these torments, but it's impossible. I close my eyes and clench my teeth with each new jolt of pain from my body. How much longer can I carry on like this? I continue crawling forward. The voices don't stop.
I can no longer continue. I feel the darkness around me start to close in. With one last painful effort, I scream and throw myself forward.
Then nothingness.
I feel no pain. I feel no happiness. Only relief.
All is quiet, so I open my eyes. I'm no longer surrounded by darkness. I'm outside, on paved path. The sun is slowly setting over the trees to my right.
I know this place; it's the path that resides in front of the Police HQ in Goose Creek. I stand up and look around.
"It's over." I breath.

How foolish.

Someone steps out in front of me. I tense at first, but then relax seeing it's a girl my age. She's dressed in a gray T-Shirt, is wearing blue jeans and has a pair of sunglasses hanging from her right pocket. She has shoulder length auburn hair, and her eyes... are grey.
She starts to approach me in a nice slow walk, and smiles.
But her smile is anything but friendly. It's one of malice. I instinctively step back.
"Who are you" I ask in a somewhat brave voice. She stops waking and raises an eyebrow.
"You mean you don't recognize me?" her voice is familiar.
I'm sure I've never seen her before. Or have I?
She puts her hand on her hips and continues with that evil smile.
"You said so yourself that you would see me again."
Did I? I don't even know who she is.
"I'm pretty sure we haven't met before, otherwise I think I would recognize you." I tell her. She shakes her head, never losing that sinister smile, like she just told a child that it was wrong.
"Oh, we've met, James. Even though you don't seem to realize it."
She looks at herself then adds, "But then again, I didn't look like this the last time we met." Suddenly, for a brief moment, she changes. Her body shape is the same but made of the darkness I had seen earlier. Her eyes still grey.
"Impossible," I say. This can't be possible. I'm dreaming, but she's here again. I do know her.
She says nothing, but seems to be waiting for me to say something.
"Shadowfolk..." How can this be possible? How can something from a dream I had ages ago be back? And how could she possibly know any of this?
She grins at what I say, and I notice her teeth are incisors.
"Good," she says. "You remember."
"How? How can you be here?"
She laughs, "Didn't you write in that journal of yours and I quote 'I'm going to see her again, whether I like it or not.'"
This would most certainly be a "Not."
"But, but," I stutter, "That was a dream. And how could you've possibly known what I wrote?"
She laughs and rolls her eye.
"Oh please, you honestly think I would tell you? And besides, you should know that this isn't some simple dream you're having." [No crap.]
I step back again as she approaches.
"I know a great deal," she continues. "I know about your life at home. I know about your feelings about your family. I know your ambitions. Your fears, I know almost all about you."
I somehow know she isn't lying, and I'm terrified. I try to run but I can't move. She steps closer. "Oh lord," I silently pray, "Please let me wake up!"
As though she read my thoughts, she said "This isn't some simple nightmare you can just wake up from." She grabs me by the throat, and I feel myself being lifted off the ground. She changes again, this time she is the darkness. She grins, evilly at me and says, "Eve when you wake, I'm still watching."
A sudden flashback of that dark figure that stood near my bed that one morning I woke up goes through my mind.
"You?!" I gasped, as she began to tighten her grip.
"Yes, me." She lowers me so we're face to face.
"Who... are... you?" I struggle on the words.
"Your worst nightmare. One that you'll never be rid of. But, you can call me Rain." My eyesight begins to fade. She continues to look into my eyes. "Now... wake up!"

I wake up in bed gasping for air. What is going on?

Out of curiosity how many of you remember that day?I just want know.

Hmm....In truth, I tend to be a loner, that doesn't per-say mean I don't have any friends. I do in fact have a few but in a way I'd say they're more like acquaintances. I only have one really good friend. But other that, none.
I don't have problem of being alone, and to be honest I kinda of like being one. In the past I've been nicknamed, "the ghost in the room", since no one truly knew I was there, unless I wanted to be known.
Well there you have it.

Do you want a literal answer or a figurative one? No offense but what are you getting at. Your little just showed that your not just asking in a literal sense, so what are you asking for? Tell me then I'll answer your original post.

He's one that I've seen...
http://myscriptx.com/dl/1087/minecraft-creeper-911.jpg

At 5/9/13 06:01 PM, TonytheGamerDad wrote: Here is something that has been bouncing around my head for years...

The Trinity: How can you save a man's soul when his God is dead?

Sounds interesting......

At 5/8/13 12:28 AM, jjtninja wrote: Well I've been writing in my spare time and started a few novels. I've never really thought about doing a one liner thing, so I'll give it a shot, how's this sound?
"How can one escape the beast, when you are the beast?"

Whoops, forgot the title. It's called: Circle of the Lycans

Well I've been writing in my spare time and started a few novels. I've never really thought about doing a one liner thing, so I'll give it a shot, how's this sound?
"How can one escape the beast, when you are the beast?"