Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25830893-20141208005456

  Hey guys! I'm bored, and I have lots of time, so I decided to try writing a creepy pasta! I just wanted to try this, to see if I'm any good or just for fun, and see what other people think! On the one I showed my friends, they said it was more of a fan-fiction. I'm trying again with you guys to see if I can be scary. I haven't posted it yet because I might suck and get banned immeadeatly, so I wanted to check with you guys. Please don't steal my idea, and I'm new to this "wiki posting stuff" so if I don't suck please explain to me how to post, and don't copy and pasta this and post it yourself and not give me credit, just because I haven't posted it yet, and I would like your honest  opinion. If I made a spelling or gramatic error please tell me (I see what I did there). I made it decently short, just in case I suck, and I'll add changes if its good. Thank you very much.

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 When I was young, I was really stupid. But then again, no 11 year old knows how to split atoms or create Bose-einstein condensate using only a spoon (which I'm pretty sure is impossible), which I understand, but I was different. I might have be considered a problem child. I was clever and smart for my age but I did stupid things that made me stupid. I always did things that were scary. Usually a prank or a dare, but one day, I took it to far.

 "Come on Abba, were gonna miss Strings's show!" I saw them running to my booth next to our drive way. Hiding is fun. I clutched the puppets close to my chest. This was gonna be hilarious. I chuckled to myself. Can't wait.

 I'm pretty good with puppets and old people stuff, like sewing or baking (Remember this is through a childs mind) even if I am a guy. My name is Strings. I was named that after my dad, Thread, and his puppetry buissness, which runs in the family. I hated puppets. My dad says that one day they will speak to me like they spoke to him, but I don't care. I hated puppetry. I'm to clever for that. But I'm fair, and decided to give my dads family trick a shot.

 First you needed some friends.

 "Yo! Whats up!" I said. And then you need a puppets. Special puppets.

 "Hey Strings," said Alice, "So, whats this special puppet thing?". Third you need special strings. I love strings.

 "I bet it sucks." said Abba. I dislike Abba. She was always negetive. She will get to go first. To bad. I liked Alice. I thought we would become lovers.

 "Hey, don't be like that," Alice said, "I see its a puppet show," she said noticing the cardboard stage I had placed on our lawn, "I willing to watch." Last, you need victims. My dad always said: Make sure no one else is watching.

 "Fine..." said Abba with her usually bored tone. She makes me have wierd feelings.

 "Ok get ready..." I say and go behind the "stage" and ready my puppets. I tied the special strings to my hand and 3 of the opposite ends to the puppets back. The other 2 on each hand were ready for the family trick.

 I let the puppets onto the stage and "raise the curtains". The scene is a factory-like area with a girl and a boy. The dolls are very old and very poorly made, and look like what one would descrive as a "voodoo" doll.

 "Hey. Would you like to know something?" says the boy doll. The girls are amazed how how no sound came from my mouth.

 "Come closer." said the girl doll. With that Abba, now intrigued, leans closer with Alice.

 "Closer..." Whispers the boy doll. Both of my friends faces are nearly touching the stage.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> The boy puppet looks both ways and leans towards Abba's ear and says:" Your about to die."

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> The barbed wires on my fingers extend quickly and grabbed the wrist's of my friends. They scream silent screams. Confusing now fills there faces and I laugh. I'm starting to like this.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "You are the puppets now. Let us have some fun. We'll start with the mean one" says the boy doll. Abba silently screams with tears rushing down her face. The barbed wires climb up her arms, cutting her all the way up. The look of agony upon her face is delcious.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Beg for mercy." I say to Alice who is now silently pleading for me to stop. The barbed wires are creating forks in itself to tie up all of Abbas body.the puppets reufe to let her die, and I wish to make it worse. I grin and hum nicely to myself and pour cyanide on her barbed wire.Her cuts appear to widen as she intakes the posion straight through the blood stream. She starts crying blood. I laugh. She coughs blood up. I laugh more

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">"This is fun. Maybe I will get into the family buisness!" I say gleefully. The udder despair of Abba is writheing in agony now. The barbed wire as complete intangled her and she is drenched in blood. Shes turning white, she might die soon so I have to make this worse quick. I turn to Alice while a grin comes to my faces as I watch her get driven to insanity. Shes breaking down crying and silently screaming. I get a fantastic idea.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">"Here," I say to Alice, "Take this lighter and light Abba on fire, if you do so, I might let you live.". When I finish Alice snatchs the lighter and cries so more, while Abba looks at me in horror and agony. I think I see her intestines coming out. Oh. Thats just some bones. Who would have thought the wires gripped so hard. Alice gets up and moves toward Abba. Abba silently begs her to stop and I grin ear to ear. Alice takes the lighter, while I pour oil all over her. Her barbed wire around her wrists restrain her for going to high so she lights her up right on her skirt she was wearing. I laugh and let her scream a little. A ear piercing scream fills the air with the crackle of the fire. Shes in so much agony and despair I decide to end her now.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Any last words before the big finale?" I say.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "I hate you..." she wispers with her vocal cords almost broken.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Cool." I say. The "strings" tighten and never stop as I watch her scream. Some of her skin starts to come off and blood, bones, and organs are seen off her body and inside of her.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Good show." I say and the wires cut clean through her. Without the clean, of course. Heaps of burning, poisened, cut bones and flesh are everywhere. Now I see the fun of this job. I turn to Alice, who is cradling herself and whispering to herself softly.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "You said you would let me go?" She asked timidly and hopefully. Its so hopeful I might have cried. But, I didn't.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "I said might." I say as the blood drained from her face," and I say, no.". The puppets laugh hysterically and take there barbed wires and start stiching it into her skin. I choose to listen to her agony. She screams some but mostly begs for mercy.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Take my family! Just don't take me..." she says.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Oh don't worry. I will. Without the not taking your part." I smirk. And breakout laugh. She looked kinda like a puppet now with the barbed wires weaving in and out of her. She almost seemed like a barrel almost ready to burst with blood. She didn't scream like the others. That made me frown. She just cried. So I lit her up and poured lots of cyanide on her. She still only cried. So, I took out some of her less important organs in the most painful way I could. Ripping them out. I tore open here skin and had on of the wires reach in and start  grabing things. Now she screamed. Worse the Abba's agony scream. I laughed. I decided to put mercy on her soul and kill her now.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Any last words before the finale?" I asked politely.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> And she said the most universal question in the world.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Why?" She said crying tears of crimson. And with that the wire all snapped out of her skin cutting her open and leaving only a empty skeleton with some organs. All on fire. All poisoned. I grinned at my work. I'm defiently getting into this job.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;">And thats when the voices starting talking to me.

<p style="font-size:13.63636302948px;"> "Hello puppets. I'm Strings." <ac_metadata title="Strings (First Creepy Pasta. Don&#039;t be rude, this is the first time I&#039;ve ever done this.)"> </ac_metadata>