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Capricorn (ep. 77)
“You gave me life,” she sighed.
“I loved you,” she replied.
“You couldn’t leave me be,” she hissed.
“I still love you,” she cried.
“You spoke the prayer, you summoned me,” she growled.
They kissed. Then oblivion.
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Capricorn (ep. 76)
Never in his kind’s history had anyone seen creatures so weak. So easy to manipulate. They are aware they are being watched, yet they do nothing as long as everything carries on as normal. He slithers down the hallway, his thick ooze clinging to the furniture and walls.
They hide under linens, soft sheets which offer no protection. Those that do not hide see the contempt in his eyes, as he approaches. Hungry.
A change of video style. The first of three. They aren’t currently adding anything to the Fears. I’ve kept at them because I enjoyed making them. Unfortunately, even voice over videos takes 20+ minutes for every one minute of video accounting for audio, edit, and screen tiles. I don’t have that time to spare right now if it’s not bringing me anything in return.
Today’s change is thumbnail style. I need to separate how each video looks in related videos and somebodies feed as they currently all look the same. I think this still looks pretty Fears.
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Capricorn (ep. 75)
Then came the scrabbling on the windows. Fingernails scraping, scratching. Asking, then demanding, to be let in.
No petrol, no weapons, no escape.
We lock the doors as if it would make a difference. They’d get in eventually.
You keep trying, right up to that last moment. Refusing to believe what you can see – the worst.
The cracking of a window, our final screams.
Capricorn (ep. 74)
I watched my last breath drift up, past my face. An elegant display of silver bubbles.
She held my foot. Fingers clasped so tight my toes were already numb.
One last gasp, the water rushed into my lungs.
My daughters face, already a memory.
“What now Stephi?” asked Chris.
“We create new life,” replied Stephi.
She forced him onto his back, he laughed. She leant over him, her face close to his.
“Good start,” grinned Chris.
Stephi’s face began melting, oozing onto Chris’ face. Finding his nostrils, covering his eyes, filling his mouth.
He snags his arm on a rock. With a rip, he tears a strip of his wetsuit off along with his skin. Blood trails through the water. He keeps wriggling.
She grabs his foot, she needs him to calm down.
He drops his air tank, kicking free of her grip, and swimming the last few metres into open space.
She hangs back, and with a sigh, watches the shadow of a three-headed undead shark moving towards him.
The water turns red.
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Another wee invitation for everyone. As many of you know, Alex, Layne and I watch things over the internet together on Saturdays and twatter about them on Twitter. Our numbers have grown. They now include Amberly, Ward, Eric and Mel. We have departed from being the Three Movigos, to the Many Movigos.
This Saturday at 9 pm UK time, Amberley the hater of lemonade and R Whites bane has chosen our double feature. Twilight Zone episode, Nightcrawlers. Followed at 9:30 pm UK time by I am Not Allowed to Fall in Love read by CreepsMcPasta. We’ll prattle along as always during the showing. If you’d like to join is, poke me on Twitter and I’ll be sure to @ you so you get in on the conversation early.
Informative informational bit
Video Links
Twilight Zone: Nightcrawlers
I am Not Allowed to Fall in Love
Twitter Accounts:
Alex @SynBoomstick
Layne @Chew_On_Glass
Lemonade @IamAmberley
LittleFears @TheLittleFears
Mel @GutierFiction
Ward @cleverward1
Eric @ericshayhoward
Times
We hit play on Twilight Zone at 9 pm UK time, it lasts for 20 minutes. We then have a quick dash to loo break and hit play on the creepypasta at 9:30 pm UK time, which lasts for 15 minutes.
9 pm GMT – UK time
4 pm EST – New York time
3 pm CST – Central time
We time ourselves hitting play using so we can be a bit synchronised. The odds of us all getting hitting play at the exact time are hahahaha no sorry don’t go there lol rofl just no. But we can be close!
Any questions, let me know. Poke me on Twitter for an @. No guarantees about demonic entities coming out of TV sets to get you are given.
Hashtag
Hashtags are super important. They allow anyone who writes a blog post about the event to scroll down a unique hashtag and see the whole twatter’sode in real time if you click ‘Latest’. Also, on occasion, one of us loses notifications. Disaster!
You can insert a hashtag by either going to the hashtag in a web browser and composing a tweet under that tag. The tweet will automatically have the hashtag in. Try that here, and say hello to the #MovigosPastaNight. (Linky) Alternatively, you can copy the hashtag and paste it into every tweet.
So I ask, if you join us, please use the hashtag in every tweet, #MovigosPastaNight.
She closed the front door behind her with a sigh. Emptying her handbag onto the sideboard revealed a powder compact, a lipstick, some lip balm, and a loose penny, which landed on its side and stood upright.
“That’s supposed to be lucky,” said her husband, handing her a drink.
“I could use some good fortune after the day I’ve had,” she laughed.
Her husband nodded, downing his own whisky. Toasting himself silently, willing her to drink the poison-laden glass. He hadn’t noticed he’d given her the wrong one.
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She poked the fungus with a pen. It seemed to move, on its own. Like it was reacting to the probing. Then the mushrooms reappeared. She sighed, slipping into a long-sleeved shirt to cover the worst of it.
She looked back across the bed at her client, sleeping. Tight bastard. No amount of protection was going to save him from this.
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https://youtu.be/2WcSxK0q5Gc
“This book,” replied Mabel. “The words keep moving about on the page.”
“You mean an e-reader?” asked Suzy.
“No, an actual book,” replied Mabel. “The chapter describes what’s happening here, just before it happens.”
“Oh?” asked Suzy.
“Yes,” said Mabel. “It says I drink tea, and I drink tea. It says I eat a biscuit, and I eat a biscuit.”
Suzy laughed. “What does it say now?”
Mabel adjusted her reading glasses. “‘Then Mabel bashed Suzy’s skull in with an ashtray.'”
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Sometimes the world just wants something to happen. When I created this video I forgot to justify the text on the title card to centre. On this tale, called Moving Words. Gave me a grin.
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