DIARY SERIES #2                  The diary of a ghost. Click here to read the part one! The amusing part three!! Dear diary, You know, it sucks to be dead. You start decomposing and start looking and smelling awful. It sucks to stay in a dark cemetery, haunting people for fun, sometimes killing them if they annoy you by doing some obnoxious ritual. It's miserable and distressing to see your corpse rotting. Adding on to that, some loathsome dogs  bark at me for no apparent reason so I shush them forever. Sorry dog lovers. -Le dog lovers after reading this. Another reason why being a ghost is detestable is that you never get to sleep! Some bunch of atrocious kids summom you at 3:00 am while you are having a splendid dream just to check if you exist or not!! Are these kids insomniac? Even we need are precious sleep! We like any other person dead or alive would hate our sleep being ruined specially for dumb reasons like this. We demon

            THE SITUATION SERIES When your teacher punishes you: Your reactions: The cry baby:  You weep your  eyes off untill your eyes feel like the Sahara desert( The Atacama to be more precise). You plead your teacher to forgive you. Basically, you are the one I despise. You are afraid of your teacher punishing you?! You serious dude? The normal obedient:  You obey your teacher reluctantly(swearing at her inside)No drama, no crying. You agree to get punished( while thinking of a plan to murder them) The stubborn: No means No. It ain't my fault, so I ain't getting no punishments. Mah life mah rules! The deny doing anything wrong, so you do not deserve to get punished. That's it. You keep on arguing with the teacher and they eventually get tired of you( or the lecture gets over). I am stubborn and I know it! The fearless boss:   You don't fear Satan aka the teacher because you worship him(Jk!) You back answer the teacher like a boss( bonus poi

                         SCARY FACTS 1. The omlette which you eat, comes out of a hen's butt. 2. Headache is a signs of cancer. 3. Your boyfriend/ girlfriend's ex is hotter than you. 4. A spider might crawl into your ears, while you are sleeping peacefully. 5. You might be adopted. 6. There might be a killer in your closet or under your bed waiting for you to fall asleep. 7. Your crush does not love you back. 8. AIDS and most STD's are not curable. Be careful with whom you mate. 9. You start coughing and puke out a black worm. 10. Your celebrity crush does not know you exist. 11. Nobody cares about you. 12. More than a billion people have parasites living in their intestines without knowing it. 13. There might be maggots and pubic hairs inside your delicious burger. 14. You are going to die. Everyone you love is going to die. 15. Tomorrow is Monday. 16. You are forced to work on weekends. 17. Many diseases do not have a cur

                THE SITUATION SERIES  #1      When you are alone in a  room with          your crush You are alone in a room with your crush: Your reactions The shy type:  You do nothing. You sit there minding your own business, trying to act cool and and not creepy. You try not to get caught staring ( and drooling). You try to act normal (but make gorilla sounds instead), blushing hella lot followed by awkward silence and rapid beating of heart. The bold one:  You are the go getter. You understand that this is your moment to shine. You approach them, desperately trying to start a conversation and flirt like a boss. And eventually you propose them(and get slapped and rejected.JK!) The unbothered:  You are mature. You know your appearance. You know you don't stand a chance, so you don't even try. You know you are never gonna get laid .You either study or do some crap, trying hard to ignore them(but failing miserably and sobbing inside) Normal:  You are sm

                    My eyes started to rain, Cause they could no longer bear the pain. I am tired of my life, I want to kill myself with a knife, Or hang myself with a rope, Cause I am left with no hope. I bless my children and kiss my wife, Cause this is the last day of my life. I told my family goodbye, Weeping on the floor I lie. I took out the poison , And visioned my death, And slowly took my last breath. But  then I heard a knock on my door, "Dad, come and play with us!" My kids roar. My life still has so much more, Their sweet voices touch my heart to the core.  Although my life has been  unfair, But if I quit, they will cry in despair, Pain and problems are a part of life, Just like my children and my lovely wife. In my sombre life , I saw a ray of light, Which gave me the strength to continue the fight, In the fight I may never win, But I will never commit that deadly sin. My kids hugged me as I opened the door, And

                  THE DIARY SERIES #1                  DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER. I met him at dawn,  While he was working on the lawn. I love him a lot, I stalked him, Without ever getting caught. I watched him eat, I watched him sleep, I was hungry to taste his fair meat. (If you know what I mean!) We soon started dating,  And eventually ended up mating, He told me he loves me, And he was thirsty for my love, I giggled and replied, "But I am thristy for your blood!" I kissed him goodbye, As it was his time to die, I took out an axe, And cut his head,  I cooked him for dinner, And brought another boy to my bed. It all started when I first ate my brother, Which left me hungry for another. Since then I have a fetish for men, And I have been cooking them, In my sweet kitchen. This is a diary of a serial killer in Paris. When the police investigated her home, they found 27 severed heads of young boys and a diary beside it. Some of their

                            I am trapped. I don't know where I am. I don't remember what happened to me and how I came here. There is no way out. It feels I have been buried alive. I am trapped in a dark ,quiet place and all I can see is brown gooey mud around me. This place has a terrible stench of rotten corpses which makes me want to puke. I am in the middle of nowhere. Can somebody help me? Whenever I try to escape from this stinking hell , there is a sinister force which pushes me back.  All I remember is that I was with Tom. I loved him. I felt I am a part of his body. He loved me too...or that is what I believed. Soon he started getting distant to me. He ignored me at work and one day he denied to even know me! I confronted him and cried. He told me that everyone teased him because of me. He despised me. I screamed and got into a fight ...that is when he strangled me, and everything went black . After I woke up I found myself trapped in this omnious

                             TOO LATE I woke up, sweating profusely, my heart pounding, my body paralysed by fear.  I was petrified and shocked. I felt my blanket sliding down under the bed, as if pulled by somebody. I got up and peeked. I was right. There was someone under my bed! I screamed in horror. The dog heard me and started barking which soon stopped... I got up and screamed " No, not today! Every horror story kills the innocent dog, but not this one. Listen you dog hating demon, if you have the guts fight with me, but leave the dog! No one kills the dog!!" "Too late!" it chuckled. "Now it's your turn to suffer the same fate as the dog!" I was furious and outraged. "No one kills the dog!" I screamed. The demon   was running towards me with a knife, but I was smart. I took out my gun and shot the already dead ghost. Dead. I got out of my room and I was mortified. The walls started to bleed I felt ticklish and reali

                     WOMAN IN LOVE It all started big, But ended up small, With tears and sorrows, And crying over it all. The thing she thought was love, Was actually lust, And that left her shattered, That broke her trust. He still loves his ex, Which make her feelings hurt, His filthy mind is filled with lust and dirt. But the she tried to move on , And not cry for someone, Who is gone. There is always someone better waiting for you, Who will treat you like a queen, And will do everything for you. He'll come with a ring, To make you his lady, And then you will live a happy life, With your lovely baby.

                          MOTHER I am endowed to have a mother, Whose heart is moulded of pure gold, I look at the shooting star, And wish that she never grows old, She owns an exquisite place in my heart, Which can never be sold, I still cherish the bedtime stories, That years ago she told, I pine for her comfort in arms, Whenever I am blue with cold, Whenever I stumbled, I had her hand to hold, Till I reached the threshold, O lord, I will never want to lose a mother like her, Whose heart is moulded of pure gold.