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Creepypasta Critique: Invasive Species

Posted in Animals, Apocalypse, Creepypasta, Monsters, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2014 by Stephanie Selby
Kudzu is a great example of a real invasive specie, It's a plan that overtakes many areas in the American South.

Kudzu is a great example of a real invasive specie, It’s an Asian plant that overtakes many areas in the American South.

I think I may have created a monster…

A few weeks ago, I introduced my sister to Slimebeast’s short story “Invasive Species,” and she hasn’t stopped bugging me about it since. You may have already noticed that I’ve done a narration of the story as she requested, and now she wants me to give it a more in-depth treatment. I only oblige her because I’ve been struggling to find a good subject for this week, so we’ll all just have to bear with her for now.

It’s understandable why she would be so interested. In college she majored in biology, so the basis for the mutants resonates with her scientific knowledge – especially evolution. As humans with longer lifespans and generations, we don’t get to witness developments in our species in the same way as bacteria or bugs, which breed quickly and have shorter generations. Scientists often observe small bacteria adapt and become antibiotic-resistant or bugs develop immunity to pesticides. In “Invasive Species” the audience gets to see the results of human adaptation at warp speed.

Many people think that evolution is a process that makes organisms more and more advanced. This simply isn’t true, as the vast majority of mutations are harmful to an organism. It’s only tiny percentage of mutations that offer some kind of advantage. Natural selection chooses an organism’s qualities in terms of adaptability, survivability, and the ability to pass on genes to the next generation. This might mean that a species may have to become less complex in order to adapt and survive. One need only look at the dinosaurs; they’re the genetic ancestors of birds. Evolution doesn’t often choose intelligence as an adaptive trait either – it’s just a fluke in human development. In reality evolution is a real bitch.

What really leaves us both wondering about this story is why would scientists develop such a potent serum in the first place. It might be in response to an infertility epidemic but the true reasons are never made clear. I was at a loss in regards to an explanation. With some thought, my sister was able to come up with a theory: an alternative to expensive IVF treatments, as many people in first-world countries suffer from low fertility because of chemicals that can cause such issues.

The real question this tale leaves us with is simple: are humans really an invasive species? Were on every continent, encroach on nearly all environments, there’s over seven billion of us, and we consume more resources than any other kind of animal. Scientifically speaking, all signs point to yes.

Creepypasta Critique: Funnymouth

Posted in Creepy, Creepypasta, Memes, Review, Scary, Short Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

FunnymouthWell, this should be an interesting change of pace! Rather than just letting a classic creepypasta scare us all, we’re going to look a little more closely at its contents. For our first foray into creepypasta discussion, we’ll be looking at Funnymouth by Slimebeast. If you haven’t already, or just want to refresh your memory, you can read the original story here. I suggest that you do; it’s not a long story and it’s going to make this critique much easier to understand.

Every reasonable person on the internet has a dislike of internet trolls, but they are an unfortunate, ever-present constant in users’ lives. Despite his paranormal abilities, Funnymouth shares many of the same traits many real-world trolls do. The victim, Lemonlimeskull, is a particularly vulnerable individual because of his contradictory behavior and destructive temper which Funnymouth easily exploits. This tale explores our fears of this breed of bully and how they can affect or change who we are; even converting us to the other side.

Like any troll, Funnymouth uses many different methods to harasses and undermine the efforts of the protagonist. His initial method uses misspelled, grammatically incorrect language to gain attention and mask his true goals. It may seem like nonsense at first, but his words can be understood once the full story is known. Phrases like “i always dont because the dont and theeennnn….i get silly” and “i know u can like it we will have fun a lot of the time” are statements that make sense after the fact. It seems that Funnymouth is often frustrated by his failure to bait other chatroom visitors, while the latter statement foreshadows what will happen to Lemonlimeskull.

Once Funnymouth has attracted the attention of his victim, his tactics escalate quickly. Harassing via email and hacking websites are extreme methods of trollling, but not out of the realm of possibility. Granted, Funnymouth uses supernatural abilities to do all this, but the same could be done by a normal, computer-savvy user. The process continues until his victim reaches their breaking point, becoming-quite literally-putty in his hands.

Surprisingly, the protagonist Lemonlimeskull appears to be just as strange as his nemesis. He often makes statements that contradict facts or actions. He claims that he never has nightmares, yet admits there have been instances where this has occurred. He says he avoids pursuing arguments on the internet, but doesn’t mind jumping into the fray when provoked or pursuing things with Funnymouth. He also appears to have a keen intuition, knowing that he’s taking bait and that he shouldn’t interact with Funnymouth, but he never seems to listen to this inner voice. His inconsistencies seem to hide that he probably has more in common with Funnymouth than he realizes.

At times Lemonlimeskull can even be just as intimidating as Funnymouth, considering his massive temper he unleashes towards the end of the story. The fact that we was willing to partake in such self-destructive behavior and contemplate arson shows how much Funnymouth has managed to get under the protagonist’s skin, and what he’s willing to do when he’s angry.

Boiled down to its essence, Funnymouth is the story of an internet troll creating another troll. He shapes his victims through malicious acts that they then propagate to others. In this instance, Funnymouth easily created another entity like himself, likely because Lemonlimeskull denied his negative qualities and only released them when he was pushed to his limit. There’s a troll in all of us, and it just takes the right circumstances to bring our worse qualities out.

The Demon’s Day Revised: The Black Jackal Part 3

Posted in Animals, Books, Creepy, Dark, Death, The Demons' Day with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 22, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

For a moment the jackal’s face betrayed no expression and Eva’s heart sank with failure. But to her surprise, his muzzle finally formed a smile and began chuckling. “You are a complete idiot to think you could make my elder brother do anything, much less punish me in the same manner as a mortal. However, I wouldn’t like to have my good name tarnished by the dead; I’d like to keep my reputation above the incompetent fool that collected you in the first place. Unlike some, I take pride in the quality of my work. Besides, guiding someone out would be a nice change of pace, despite how annoyingly dumb they may be. I have heard about living mortals in your predicament, but in all my years I have never done something like it before.”

Eva didn’t know how to take what the jackal had to say. She was glad that there was at least someone to help, but this canine was the snobbiest jerk she had ever come across. He didn’t even care about her well being – he just wanted to protect and entertain himself. And just because she was young didn’t mean she was stupid. She hated the jackal for assuming otherwise. What could an animal like him know about a girl he had barely met anyway?

“So how does anybody get out of this dive anyway?” Eva asked, “I got here by following a monster and falling off a building. I’m guessing that isn’t going to work again.”

“It is going to require work on your part,” said the jackal. “This world is not like your own where all locations are fixed. This world is more fluid, and all things are drawn together by their similarities. As we find ourselves in different places, you’re going to have to think about why you were drawn there, only then will you be able to move on. As you change for the better, we will eventually make our way out of this accursed place and back to the mortal world.”

“So what exactly do I need you for?” Eva asked. “You make it sound like I could just do it all on my own.”

“On the contrary!” he exclaimed “Introspection is not a simple matter. It could take a traveler hundreds, if not thousands of years to get themselves out of the proverbial quagmire that condemns them. You do not have the luxury of time. Normally it is not the living’s place to know what death is like, and I’m sure you have no knowledge of this land or its residents. That ignorance will lead you to danger. I however, have been traversing this land for thousands of years. You could benefit from my expertise.”

Eva could suddenly see why the jackal wasn’t very worried about her predicament. The way he made it sound, to get out of here in time would be almost entirely hopeless. Still, his lack of concern wasn’t making him look any better. She also wondered how it could be dangerous; falling from a building was survivable in this place, so what could be the real danger?

“Are you alright?” the jackal asked with growing impatience. “Daylight is wasting. We must go now if we hope to make any progress.”

Eva figured, at this point, she had nothing to loose. There was no point giving up when her very life was at stake, and this place seemed so empty anyway. Sure the jackal had his warnings, but how hard could it really be getting through a deserted city? At least if she made it, she would be the only living person with real knowledge of life after death. That thought left her feeling a bit giddy.

“So where do we go?” Eva finally asked with a slight smile.

“Overconfident, are we not?” the jackal commented. “Wherever you think we need to go. In a world like this, it is best to follow your instincts.”

Eva looked as far as she could towards the east end of the street. From the horizon, she could see the low sun rise directly over the center, perfectly framed by the tall buildings. Normally such a sight would be beautiful, but the sun looked like an unsightly blood-red disk. The sky was only more of the same shade. It was an uglier color than the normal bright pinks of sunrise back in the real world. It gave the sky a violent tone that left her wary.

“Um, let’s go this way,” Eva said, pointing west. “The sun looks so weird here. It gives me the creeps.”

“Very well,” the jackal said. He turned and started walking west. Eva followed just behind him.

As they began Eva quickly noticed some odd behavior in the jackal. He weaved and ducked in an unusual pattern as if he was avoiding something, but for all she could tell there was nothing blocking the path for either of them. It made him look silly.

“What are you doing?” Eva asked with a laugh. “Steering clear of the cracks in the road? Afraid of breaking your mother’s back?”

“With any luck you’ll see what it is quite soon,” was his only reply.

For a few moments they walked down the center of the road in silence. Eva ignored the bizarre movement of the jackal. As they quickly made their way, Eva was surprised to see just how decrepit and the city buildings had become. She thought it was strange that she hadn’t noticed just how bad conditions were when she first woke up. It was as if they were in the middle of an abandoned ghetto. She was beginning to wonder if she had picked the wrong way when she suddenly found herself walking through a ghostly figure.

The Demon’s Day Revised: The Black Jackal Part 2

Posted in Pictures, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2013 by Stephanie Selby


A little picture I drew of Anubis. I’m not going to be winning any art awards soon, but I like how it turned out.

His statement made Eva stop in her tracks. While she was trying her hardest to believe this was all a dream, the concrete reality and lucidity of her experience made it more and more apparent that this wasn’t the case. Still, the jackal’s attitude towards her plight wasn’t making her to warm up to him.

“It’s morning already!” Eva weakly managed to yell back.

“Well, here it is morning,” said the jackal as he casually followed Eva. “But it is still night where your body lies. When the sun rises there it will be too late for you.”

“Bullshit!” Eva yelled back at him. “How am I supposed to believe you – a talking dog of all things?”

The jackal flicked his ears in annoyance, “Believe me or disbelieve me – that’s your preference, but it will not change what has happened or what will become of you if you do nothing.”

It took a moment for Eva to think about it. She had no idea what was going on and no other information that would counter what the jackal had to offer. She was at a loss after all, and no other choice than to take the canine at his word.

“So are you going to stare at me like a fucking moron, or are you going to make yourself useful?” she asked.

“Perhaps if you spoke like an intelligent young lady and asked politely I would. You make things difficult by not listening, but sadly that is a common trait of humans.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a stuck up asshole I would listen. You’re not making this any easier, you know.”

“That may be the case,” the jackal replied, “but it would behoove you to pay attention to the only guide that is offering you any help. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do not see any other spirit on this street willing to give you the time of a demon’s day.”

As Eva listened she tried to hold back her annoyance with the freakish thing. She had to admit that the jackal was right. As far as she could tell, they were the only living things for miles. However, she didn’t know how to take such strange and disturbing information from anyone; much less a talking jackal.

It seemed he knew what he was talking about, but his formal manner of speech got to her the most. She hated how it felt like she was talking some snotty, bookish nerd from a hundred years ago. All she wanted was to ask for the way back home as fast as possible, leave the jackal behind, and forget all this insanity.

“Am I ‘making sense’ to you now?” the jackal asked, breaking the silence.

“You said somebody collected me and I’m not in my body right now,” Eva said, trying to understand his point of view. “What did you mean when you said I was going to die? Am I in danger?”

“Yes,” the jackal said, “By the time night falls in this land and the morning sun returns to yours, your soul will have been separated from your body for too long and will die. If that should happen this is where you will have to remain.” He explained all of this with a casual demeanor, as if he had done so many times.

Panic finally started to sink into Eva’s mind. “But that’s not fair! How in the hell am I supposed to get back? I’m not even sure how I got here.”

“You’re here because this is where you would be if you were dead. The only way out is to understand why you’re here in the first place and atone for your sins, but such an effort is a hopeless endeavor.”

“Wait, why can’t you help me? You can show me the way anyway can’t you?”

“I can help in the journey,” the jackal answered, “but that does not mean that I will.”

“But didn’t you just say that it’s your job to guide people? I need a guide and you’re the only one here that can do it!”

“Why should I?” the jackal said, insulted by the notion, “You’ve been nothing but rude since I started talking to you! And besides…” he said, “It is not my job to help the living, girl. It is my duty to guide the dead. I take souls in, not out. I don’t have time to waste on a hopeless, ignorant baby that would never make the effort to save herself.”

“But what about your ‘duty’? What does it say about you if you just leave me here?”

“Nothing,” the jackal said, “There are countless souls here; each and every one lost, suffering, and wondering why they are here when the answer is as plain as day. What’s the difference of another one among them?”

“If you’re not going to help me then I…I want to talk with your manager! You have to have a boss, don’t you? Who do you work for?”

“The Spirit of Death is the one I answer to,” he grimly responded, “His power is beyond your imagination.”

“Wuh-well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll find him and tell him that you didn’t help me when you were supposed to. I don’t care how long it takes me. And I’ll make sure that whatever or wherever the hell your boss is, he’ll throw you into the deepest, darkest pit of hell for being a lousy guide that didn’t bother to do his job.”

For all her posturing, it wasn’t very tough talk and she knew it. Her voice grew weaker and whinier, making her threat sound even lamer. She couldn’t help but feel like a little girl that threatened to tattle on another child. There was no way that the jackal would agree to help her now.

The Demon’s Day Revised: Intro Part 2

Posted in Books, Creepy, Scary, The Demons' Day, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

Here’s part two of the Intro chapter. Enjoy!


Eva’s eyes snapped open when she felt something wet and strange crawling at the foot of her bed. She sat up gasping and pulled her feet close.

“Wuf pus meshoun inni soun foo chay?” that same something screeched in a high-pitched voice, “Wuf pus meshoun inni soun foo chay!”

It was like nothing she had ever seen before: it looked like a sick ball of slime with two popping eyes with scrawny legs as feeble support. It spoke through a rounded flapping mouth from which tiny teeth could be seen, even in the darkness. It repeated its nonsense phrase over and over crawling back and forth in a frenzied effort.

“Wuf pus meshoun inni soun foo chay?”

“Mom! Mom! Help me!” Eva cried, “Get this disgusting thing away from me!”

Despite Eva’s demands and the noise from the monster, there came no reply. For a moment she felt helpless; she couldn’t bring herself to get up and confront the slimy terror. She was just starting to begin to wonder what to do when it choose to hop off her bed and crawl across to the door. As it made its way there, Eva was astonished to see the door swing open for the creature as if on demand. It turned back to give a sadistic little grin before it hopped through and out of sight.

For a moment, she sat in the dark wondering what the hell had just happened. It was too bizarre to be real, and yet it had just come and went. Her stomach churned at the thought of seeing the little beast squirming around again, but she remained silent knowing that her mother was pretty much useless right now. The door still remained open.

She didn’t know what possessed her to get up at that point; she had wanted to keep away from that thing just moments before. Yet she found herself compelled to leave the comfort of her bed to follow its path.

As Eva passed through her door she realized the familiar hallway of her home had miraculously changed into a cold metal stairway leading down. It didn’t make any sense; there was no way her home could change like this. Eva’s jaw hung wide open as she scraped her hand along the wall, feeling the rough rust of long forgotten iron. No, everything’s so wrong; she thought to herself, how could this possibly be happening?

With small, tentative steps Eva made her way down to the next landing, even as the light from her room receded and her mind screamed at her to run back into her room where things would make sense again. She couldn’t seem to stop herself going forward; she needed to know where that little creature went. The rusty stairs made her wish that she was wearing shoes. She didn’t even have any socks on, damn it.

She continued further down to finally reach a heavy-looking black door. It was so dark she could hardly see anything, yet her hand found the handle easily. She felt like she had no other way to go. Opening it as slowly and quietly as possible, she was astonished to find herself on a wide rooftop of a tall city building. As the bitter wind blew her hair, her mind fumbled as it tried to figure out how one could get to a rooftop by going down.

Despite her shock Eva did have a tremendous view. She could see a vast cityscape before her in the distance, and realized that the building she stood on now was a part of it. She was amazed by the change, the wind, and the starless sky above her head. She thought I must be dreaming!

Looking down, she saw that the little creature that began her journey was just a few feet away, still repeating its strange little phrase. It hopped off its legs and rolled like a ball to the edge of the roof. The chilly gusts made its slimy body ripple.

“Wuf pus meshoun inni soun foo chay!” it said to her for a final time, before hopping off the ledge.

Eva moved forward to see what she assumed to be the creature’s fall. She peered over to get the right view, cautious of the danger of being so close to the drop. She couldn’t see a thing. There were no lights, no indication of a street below. It was an empty abyss that would go on forever.

That’s when she felt something. Her surroundings were darkened by a shadow. Eva’s heart dropped as she realized there was something just behind her. She had to force herself to turn around. It was far worse than the tiny monster that had fallen.

They were three figures, each one more imposing than the last. They were tall, black, and eyes and teeth were their only distinguishing feature. It was hard to see the shape of them, but their eyes had their own kind of glow. They stared down and smiled in a way that made Eva’s stomach turn. Their presence made her only more aware of how close she was standing at the edge; a very bad place to be. She felt like she had been tricked.

“You are now entering…the demonic world…” a faint voice said to her.

The demons pushed her off the building. For how lone she fell she did not know.

The Demon’s Day Revised: Intro

Posted in Books, Dark, Fiction, Scary, The Demons' Day, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

I been doing some revision on what I’ve written so far on The Demon’s Day. This is the very beginning posted again. Can you spot the differences? Do the changes make it better or worse? Let me know.


“Eva, we need to talk.”

Eva lay sprawled out on her bed, rapidly texting on her cell phone. It was Bella- apparently Nicole and Jake just had a catastrophic breakup and the night was finally becoming interesting. Obviously, Nicole didn’t even deserve a guy like Jake in the first place. She was just too ugly to be that popular. Eva snickered as she read Bella’s message; Nicole must be a real slut right? She sent a ‘lol so true’ and a smiley face back.

“Eva did you hear me? I said we need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy. Come back later,” was all she had to say.

Frustrated, her mother walked across the room and took Eva’s phone out of her hands. “This is important,” she said, “Your homeroom teacher called me.”

“Mom!” Eva whined, “I need that back. Some serious stuff is going down right now. I need to keep in touch!”

Her mother didn’t seem to be listening, “Mrs. Chalmers told me you failed your chemistry test last week, and now your behind on your English assignments. You want to explain to me what’s going on?”

Eva paused before she put herself up to a sitting position. “It’s just school stuff-it’s always hard. I’m just not getting this chemistry thing at all and I can’t keep up with the book we’re reading for English. None of the teachers really care about what we think.”

“What book are you reading right now?”

“Um…the title was a year or something…somewhere in the 80’s.”

Her mother sighed. “Yeah?” she asked flatly, “And that party at Chris’  place the weekend before your test and the fact that you can’t even tell me the title of the book that you’re supposed to be reading has nothing to do with all this? You shouldn’t be blaming your teachers when it’s pretty obvious that you haven’t been caring all that much yourself.”

“Well what am I supposed to do?” Eva cried, “I can’t do all this school stuff and have a life at the same time. I have to keep up with all the others at school. There’s friends, jerks, texts, losers, clothes, boys, and all kinds of things that I have to keep track of. So what if some homework doesn’t get done?”

“Eva, look,” her mother began, taking a seat next to her on the bed, “I know this talk has been long overdue, but you need to rethink your priorities. I know your friends are important to you, but you can’t let that get in the way of everything else. You’re in high school now and it’s not going to be long before you have to figure out what you what you want to do next. Socializing isn’t the only thing you need to do to prepare yourself for the rest of your life. I know it might seem important now, but trying so hard to fit in like this won’t matter in the long run.”

“You’re not even trying to understand!” Eva cried, “You think anyone cares that I read a book or passed a test? No one!” Eva paused, noticing the look of pity on her mother’s face. It only served to fuel her anger. What did she have to feel so sad about?

“What they do care about is what you’re wearing, how good you look, and if you can get any of the guys. If you can’t then you’re just a piece of garbage; that’s how the world works Mom. That’s what life is all about and there’s no point putting energy into something that doesn’t give me what I want.”

“What do you want Eva?”

She thought for a moment, “I don’t know. I just don’t want to be garbage.”

Her mother let out a heavy sigh, “Well Eva, you’re going to have a long time to think about what you really want. You’re going to be staying at home until I see some changes.”

“You have to be joking!” Eva said, “Nicole’s birthday party is this weekend! Everyone is going to be there! If I don’t go they’ll think I don’t care about them. I’ll be an outcast by Monday!”

“That doesn’t matter to me. You may think that no one cares about what’s going on in your head, but I do. You’ll be staying here at home studying and catching up on your assignments.”

“Mom, this is my life you’re messing with! What am I going to do if I’m not with them? If I don’t know what they’re doing? ”

“Is this seriously all you think about?” her mother asked, “Eva, if this is the way you honestly feel, there’s something truly wrong with you.”

“There is nothing wrong with me – you’re the one that’s insane!,” Eva insisted, trying to grab her phone, “Everyone’s busy with the stuff they want to do and I have to be a part of it. What else is there?”

“A lot more than you think!” her mother said, pulling away. She got up from the bed and headed for the door. Her voice shook, “You’re going to bed-now. You’ll be sure that we’ll be talking more about this later. There are some serious problems that we need to deal with.”

“You don’t care about me! If you did you’d make sure I was happy!” Eva yelled. She clawed for the door and slammed it in her mother’s face. Her mother didn’t say anything in reply, but she heard her footsteps as she walked away from the closed door.

Still, the damn phone was gone and without it she was lost. She wondered why her mother had become such a pain lately. She never used to be so concerned about grades and stuff. Sure she always had the usual worries of a parent, but Eva couldn’t remember a time when she was such a bitch about it. She puzzled over how her mother could be so naive.

No longer in possession of her phone and without a computer in her room, Eva didn’t have anything else to do. Her only option was to go to bed, although she did so reluctantly. In the darkness her eyes adjusted, and she could just make out the Twilight poster she put up there ages ago. She wished she could become immortal like Bella and Edward, and then there would be nothing to worry about anymore.