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Slenderman Short Fiction [One-Offs]
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artemisfang
Boot

Joined: 17 Dec 2011
Posts: 65
Location: Out of my mind.

Slenderman Short Fiction [One-Offs]

[I have edited this topic and converted it to an over-all topic rather than for this single story, hopefully that gives several of these stories attention. ~CoA]

Hello people...so I very much enjoy writing and got random inspiration for a Slendystory. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to critique. Smile

I never meant for this to happen. All I wanted to do was fix things. I never understood how being na�ve could be a problem�now I do, and it's too late.

I noticed Him a while back. I didn't want to believe He was real; I put sights of Him off on the clouds, the lighting, a weird tree. I tried to joke about with my friends. I even left $20 on my dresser as a joke. It was gone the next morning.

He was there, always there, always watching. I wrote "ALWAYS" one day on my arm, and I don't even remember why. Even after several showers, it would not come off.

Still I didn't believe. My friends suggested I should video tape myself for just one night. I shook my head obstinately and said that was senseless. Perhaps they had already noticed that I never stopped looking over my shoulder, that I jumped at every sound, and snapped at almost anything they said. To speak His name was to make my temper flair up�a temper I never remembered having before, but one that could not be doubted now.
It wasn't until he came to me, in the middle of the night, that I accepted that this was happening to me. Just like that, I snapped. I wanted to scream, to yell at him. I felt violated and dirty. But he tilted his head, and I was gone. I couldn't rebel, I couldn't scream, I couldn't even cry. I stared back at him placidly and waited. He spoke to me; the words were there, in my mind. An offer. If I willingly worked with him, I would get power, all the power that I had ever wanted. And if I refused, he would take me, and break me. But wasn't I already broken? I did not want power. I had never sought it, never wanted to be in the spotlight. I was content sitting in the shadows. He knew this. Of course He did. He suggested another deal: if I worked for him willingly, and made this easy, then he would wipe all memories from my friends of all the things I'd done and said wrong. I could start over, just as I had always wanted. And I convinced myself�or He convinced me, I could never be certain�that this was my only good option, the only option where I had control. Oh, what a fool I was. I gave in, quite willingly. Did I despair when He left (though I know He did not go far)? No. I can even claim that. I was excited. I did not realize what He had in store. What I would later do, to my future horror.
He kept His promise. I woke up one day, and it was though every wrong thing I'd ever done had been lifted off my shoulders: they didn't remember, and so I told myself those things no longer mattered. I was renewed, a new life, a clean slate, a new burden.

I spent a few glorious days reveling in this feeling. Then He came again. I began to go missing for periods of time, and had no recollection of where I had been�I'd awaken in my bedroom, catch a glimpse of him, and try to find some Advil for my headache. Sometimes there was dirt on my hands. Another time, my hands were scraped up, a whole layer of skin gone. He never spoke to me, that I can recall, after that first night. I suppose He had no need to. I was not worthy of His time anymore, now that I was His slave. My friends began to ask why I hardly ever saw them, and why when I did, I would hardly ever speak. One mentioned Him. I punched that friend straight on the face without thinking twice. I don't think it helped my trying to deny His existence, but they let it go�along, soon, with our friendship. It was far more my fault then theirs, though I was angry at the time. To be fair, I was angry at everything then. So angry, that when He came, for the final part of His plan, I didn't even struggle�I went gladly. For some part of me had been twisted into thinking they deserved it.

Now they're all gone. Six feet under, and I dug their graves. Those memories about me were just the first He took. The rest? That was me. All me. The blood was on my hands. Because I agreed. I didn't fight. Soon, I too will join them, and carry the blame for their deaths for eternity. I will never be forgiven. They will not forget this. He could not change that, and I would not want Him too. For I deserve it.

I have served my usefulness. My time is up. I brought this upon myself. So I walk gladly into His arms, for the final time. Always will I carry the burden of my choices. Always will I be tortured by the thought of myself.

Always will I be remembered as the one who wasn't strong enough to fight�

Always.

Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 12:43 am

cheng.faith
Greenhorn

Joined: 26 Feb 2012
Posts: 8

Made me think

Well.......that was interesting.

Interesting meaning, that I'm considering a tattoo on my arm. That's right. ALWAYS in allcaps. Just to creep people out.

Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:10 pm

artemisfang
Boot

Joined: 17 Dec 2011
Posts: 65
Location: Out of my mind.

sorry for just getting back to you, haha. thanks Smile

glad it creeped you out/made you think.

Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:22 am

JustJim
Unfettered

Joined: 19 Jan 2011
Posts: 661

Fear or Faith
An original flash fiction about The Slender Man by yours truly...

http://jimcashfan.tumblr.com/post/18477477573/fear-or-faith

There's the original link to it on my Tumblr, feel free to follow me if you so choose. Also feel free to post any critiques or criticisms.

Fear or Faith

"It's not real," I remind myself, twirling my keys frantically around my key chain in my pocket. Anything to break the damned silence.

"It's just a creepy little meme created by the internet," I whisper, nearly inaudibly. I can't help but stare at my laptop, the incessant blinking of the little green light. At least one of us was sleeping.

"It's just a story," I say, louder. It's funny, you know? It's funny just how often we dismiss the validity of something because, "It's just a story." "You don't need to worry about that, it's just a story." "He's just telling a story, don't believe him." As if, somehow, the act of one person sharing with another person a sequence of related, chronologically-sequenced events disqualifies such events from being a reality.

Just because a guy who goes by Victor Surge created some creepy pictures to share on an image forum,

Just because people really got into his pictures and added little back stories and phony myths to perpetuate it,

Just because some nerd in Alabama decided a video series about this thing could be really intense, and hundreds of thousands of people latched onto it in a frenzy,

Just because I know it's a meme born of the internet,

� doesn't mean that it's not real.

� doesn't mean that He's not real.

But I have to tell myself that's the case. I have to convince myself that's the case. Because I can't accept the alternative.

that a widespread belief in something can bring legitimacy to it.

that thousands upon thousands of people, losing sleep every night, are creating the monster they search the darkness and the tree lines for.

that without eyes, He can see.

that without a mouth, He can speak to us.

that without reason, He preys on the fearful.

� that He's standing in the doorway to my bedroom, just on the periphery of my vision. And He knows I see Him.

Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 11:48 pm

ChildOfAtom
Unfictologist

Joined: 15 Aug 2010
Posts: 1606
Location: NY, NY

I'm taking the liberty of merging the short stories that have been posted lately into a single thread so that we can keep things organized, and hopefully, like the "Slenderman Images" thread give them a sort of central clearing house for discussion.

Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:10 am

artemisfang
Boot

Joined: 17 Dec 2011
Posts: 65
Location: Out of my mind.

Re: Fear or Faith
An original flash fiction about The Slender Man by yours truly...

JustJim wrote:

an awesome story

That was quite good, and definitely in line with some thoughts I've had before. My old advice would be to clean up the end grammar--the uncapitalized 'that's' at the end were driving me insane. Though that was probably intentional on your part...

Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 5:13 am

brdardin
Veteran

Joined: 09 Feb 2012
Posts: 121
Location: Danbury, CT

What if we publish all of these together when there are enough.

Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:16 am

artemisfang
Boot

Joined: 17 Dec 2011
Posts: 65
Location: Out of my mind.

I like that idea Smile

Though people pitching in to help edit would be wonderful...

Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:00 pm

brdardin
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Joined: 09 Feb 2012
Posts: 121
Location: Danbury, CT

I have one that I'm working on. It might be a bit longer than the others. It's gonna be about the Anti-S Walker Unit.

Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:36 pm

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