Board Thread:Site Policy/@comment-5435873-20130629170253

every now and then i encounter a pasta that just, well it just lacks the creepy in it. everytime someone creates a pasta like that, it either gets ignored, filed into a folder, or put on the troll pasta wiki. Sometimes people want to troll, but some times the pastas mean something to them and to see a beloved pasta be put into the troll pasta wiki makes them feel disturbed. Now I know there is a wiki for spin off pastas, but what about pastas like this:

The man looked down at the clock in his car. 3:43, and still no sign of his son. He tutted audibly. Where was that boy? He’d give him a right talking to once he showed up. School finished at 3:00 every day, yet there was no sign of the kid. Still, it was hard to stay mad at him, with that little smile of his. He was such a wonderful boy.

His wife never saw it, certainly. But the man didn’t like to think about that. Back then… it was a hard time in his life. He’d said and done some things that he probably regretted, but that was the past now. All that mattered now was looking after his son. His wonderful son.

And to think, his wife… Ugh, that disgusting woman. He could rip her head off for what she’d try to do. How could you rob the life of a sweet little boy? The man remembered that day vividly. She’d been so hell-bent on getting rid of their child. For what? She said she couldn’t handle a child. She wanted to kill him. What the hell was wrong with her? She was sick, the man knew it then.

And when the man had received the call from the hospital that the abortion was completed successfully, he knew that she’d gone and done it behind his back. That bitch.

For a while, the man couldn’t come to terms with what had happened. But then, one day, his son had walked right in to his apartment. Just like that! And from that day, they’d spent most of their time together, exchanging thoughts about the world, and going through everything a father and son should. No need for that whore of a mother. She was off screwing some other guy. It didn’t matter. The man had his son.

Oh, there he was, back from school! The boy was late, and for a moment the man was angry. But then the boy smiled his little smile, and the man’s heart melted. It was hard to stay angry at him for long. Credit To – WriterWolf

that wasn't exactly scary, but it shouldn't be a trollpasta either. Instead we should create our own crappypasta wiki, a wiki where not so creepypastas can roam until their user decides to make the pasta scarier. I have already created a site: http://lessscarypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Lessscarypasta_Wiki, it's still under developement, so i would like you guys to please help me turn it from a mediocre wiki, to a glorious site 