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Her and her Mother

Pondělí v 13:08 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabán, vy Žaláti!
Sometimes it just needs to be done and said. And noone likes to talk trash about their parents... But sometimes you just end up sitting in rain and nothing good popps into your mind. I am sorry...

mom

Sorting Hat

23. září 2017 v 8:09 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabán, vy Žaláti!
Asi jste už stihli postřehnout, že jsem Potterhead. Ano! Říká se jim Potterheads a já se jako jeden z nich cítím!
Každý správný Potterhead by ovšem měl znát svou kolej, že? To mi dělalo kdysi hrozné problémy a cítila jsem se, že nepatřím nikam a tak trochu bych mohla být kdekoli (Krom Nebelvíru). Dnes už vím, kdo jsem... Víte to vy?
Pokud ne, nemusíte se bát. Jednou na to přijdete.

sortyy

Miss

10. června 2017 v 18:24 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabán, vy Žaláti!
Takže zase trocha angličtiny. Ono se to přeci jen vyjadřuje lépe... Řekla bych.
Užijte si článek... A snad bude srozumitelný!

sill

Romantic story with happy ending

13. prosince 2016 v 14:55 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabán, vy Žaláti!
Dlouho tu nebyla nějaká sentimentální chvilka, co? Nebo byla? No tak, celý můj blog je hrozně sentimentální a nevyrovnaný! Proto ho tu mám, že jo!
So... Enjoy... Today in english!

love

It was beautiful romantic story. She fell under his spell.
They found in each other everything, they were searching for.
It looked like a fairytail. Two people meant for each other.
In each others arms the world finally made sence.
Since they met, they felt, that it was so right, it almost was wrong.
And then... He left her. He disappeared with some simple word he left her.
These words, they should have calm her down a bit.
He didn't say, If he's coming back someday.
But he didn't say, he's not either.
And her chidlish hopes kept her up.
As the time passed by, her heart was in agony more and more.
Lately the tears stopped falling down her face.
His name wasn't called from her sleep anymore.
It looked like she moved on. But she jsut let most of the hopes die.
Most of them.
She kept one last tear and a little gift for the moment, when she will see him again.
And she did.
He appeared one night at her frontyard.
The last tear fell down and the gift she had for him was given.

So... Stay away from me.
It may seems to you, that I want to see you.
But if you show your face in my way again,
I will shoot you like she shot him.

Lullaby

18. prosince 2015 v 13:22 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabáááán, Vy Žaláti moji!!! Jak se máte? Dobře? To nevadí, to přejde!!
Tohle je "song", co jsem složila v čajovně, kde jsem byla se svou dcerkou Madame Kate před hoooodně dlouohu dobou!
Ano, moje dcerunka mi s tím drobátko pomohla... Ale jinak je to vlastně moje chyba a já vám ot sem cpu, abych nahnala počet článků! xDDD
A abyste si mohli vypíchnout oči.
Taaakže Enjoy!!!

Once we came to sing a song.
Donť you dare to stay for long.
When we end the Lullaby,
The Dark will rise and touch the sky.
Your fears will come, and grab your hand.
You'll be crying 'till the End.
After dinner, you all left.
Every single one is dead.
We must find another World.
Where we wont say any word.
Just to sing our Lullaby.
How everybody soon will die.
We are hundry all the time.
So lets be scared, you cant survive.

No Gods

16. prosince 2015 v 22:41 | Kalamity Iharo
Jabán, vy Žaláti!
Už jste se ukousali nedočkavostí nad Christmas ENACT? Ne? Tak začněte, ať mám radost! Vždyť... Jen pro vás je tam nahoře ten odkaz na odpočet!! Ne, není ot pro vás, je to proto, že Iharo je debil :D... Kdo jinej, než debil dá odpočet na něco, co lidi vůbec nezajímá. hah, zase se pdoceňuju, abyste mě začali utěšovat! Jsem to ale Miláček!
No, tak... teď už k tomu anglickýmu výtvoru, o kterým ten článek vlastně je-...
Enjoy it!



God? I donť know about nothing like that.
And I think, that mean something, 'cause I am an Angel.
Really. I am.
Trust me.
I am an Angel!
Ok, Fine. I should stop playing with you.
I am not that kind of Angel, of what you probably think about.
I am Angel from Hell!
Born in the burning hall of screaming faces.
If you meet Me, that means, you are Guilty!
And my judgment is never wrong.
But still, I don't know about any Gods.
Let's give up.
Noone will save your ugly ass from the injustice of this World.
Noone.
There are ones, who will judge you.
Perhaps me.

But no Gods…

Confession

8. listopadu 2015 v 20:41 | Kalamity Iharo
Omlouvám se. Ale ty nejdůležitější věci prostě musím napsat v cizím jazyce. Jde to pak líp. Mrzí mě to. Pro všechny, kdo si to přečtou a hlavně pro ty, co si to nepřečtou...

fgwegh\

This evening I stopped crying for a while. And… I thought… I thought about the good times, when I was happy. And I thought about the bad times. About moments, when I am crying and hope, that noone hears it. And… I need to confess.
I don't know, why I am crying so much. Why I feel alone, when I have my family and friends?
I don't know… But I hate it. And I hate myself… Because it is all in myself. I am the problem.
And I am not sure, If I want to be there. I am not sure, If somewhere deep inside of me, I am not praying for death.
I am not sure, If I don't want to have an car accident. Or a Heart Attack. Or some another way to death.
I am not sure, If I still want to live, or if I want to die.
But I know for sure, that I am too scared, to try. So… That's the reason, why I am here. I am too scared, to Try.
Probably, I am ill… But I don't have any idea, what to do. 'Cause I love my family and my friends and if I'll tell them… They won't be happy. And I want them to be happy.
They deserve Happiness.
They are praying happiness to me. I can't tell them, that I am not happy but ill.
That… I am… Probably… Depressed… I don't want to tell them. Because it will hurt them.
This is my confession… I am depressed… I need help… But I can't go somewhere on my own.
And I can't tell my family and my loving friends, that I am need doctor… or a madhouse…
I am so sorry…

gwerhwer

Poor ones

24. října 2015 v 18:30 | Kalamity Iharo
Tímto chci pozdravit svého učitele angličtiny, který je zapřísálý realista a lituji, že se sráží se mnou, nenapravitelným snílkem.

"Oh, you are realist?
Poor you... I am sorry about that.
How did it happen? This sad accident...
Oh... It's not accident?
You are just... Realist?
Born like that?
Oh... It must be hard...
Isn't it?
Oh... Wait...
You think, I've got hard life, 'cause I am dreamer...
Oh... No, no...
Being dreamer is great!
Do you want to know Why?
Dreamers have dreams.
And We can run into our dreamland from this world.
But... What about you?
What have You got?
Reality..."

Magic

18. října 2015 v 20:57 | Kalamity Iharo
Magic...
What it can be?
Magic...
Do you hear it?
I think, It's not only word.
It's feeling.
When you meet somebody.
When you talk with that one.
When you fing him really sympathy.
When you laugh with him.
When you realize, you feel good next to him.
Don' tell me, you never, ever thought... Only for a second...
Isn't that Magic?
You know... It is...
You feel that, right?
Our lives.
They are full of feelings.
It think, It's magic.
And WE are Magic!
Because we are full of feelings.
And magic is feeling.
So tell me...
Are you full of Magic?

Know

6. října 2015 v 20:31 | Kalamity Iharo
"Well... Who knows."
"Who knows what?"
"I don't know, I am not the chosen one."
"The chosen one for what?"
"To know."
"So... You know nothing?"
"Well, I am not Jon Snow. I know something. But not this."
"What?"
"I don't know!"
"Argh! This doesn't make any sence!"
"Yep. Welcome to real world."
"Aish. You are..."
"Weird? Different? Crazy? Mad?"
"Just... Special... In your own way."
"Yeeey! Me is just me."
"Yes. You are."
"Do you think... It's a good way? The way in which I am special."
"Who knows."
"Hey! That's not fair!"
"Welcome to real world."

Hey, Angie!

1. října 2015 v 21:07 | Kalamity Iharo
You know, why I don't tell everyone, what I think?
Because I think about weird shits... Let's read about it. Once :D
You'll understand...
Warning: I know, my english is not the best... I will be happy for your remarks!
So! This is, how it could probably look, If I'll be saying, what I am thinking about...
Enjoy! (And Appana, You Jelads!) - (Like - Apple+Banana - You Jelly+Salads, that means my "Jabán, vy Žaláti" cause, You know... Jabán = Jablko+Banán and Žaláti=Želé+Saláti...)
(K: Iharo Stop It! Stop It pleaaaase!)

What I've Lost

15. června 2015 v 16:07 | Iharo Senshi Kokoro
Hah, tady pro vás něco mám... Je to... Prostě něco. Něco, co pochopíte až po čase (Pokud se k tomu vůbec dostaneme! Teda Iharo)
Jednou to bude souviset... S něčím, tady (když to vyjde)
Zatím to berte jen jako něco, co mě napadlo po cestě ze školy :)

Bloody Mona - Original Voice

2. června 2015 v 10:09 | Iharo Senshi Kokoro
A zatímco se lituju, jak jsme do... Dodělala a podělala písemku, tak jsem konečně vytvořila Original Voice i pro Bloody Monu. Asi mi to trvalo déle, než u TCO hlavně skrze to, že jsem to chtěla mít pořádné, aby to skutečně sedělo. A protože Bloody Monu mám radši a víc se bojím, že bych to odflákla.
Mimochodem, pro autory OC Creepypasty. Stává se vám, že na vás vaše Creepa nechává následky? Ettooooo... Tak nějak, když vznikala TCO, bylo to z popudu, co jsem prožívala. A mám pocit, že se tam uvnitř mě cosi usídlilo. Cosi, co jančí, zuří a řve, kdykoli je mi odepřeno... Ne to nejlepší místo... Ale něco v tom smyslu. Nezdá se vám to? Že, když stvoříte creepu, pracujete na ní... Že se... Může stát reálná?
A teď nemyslím, ty odrážky v komentech. To je z prdele... :D (Jelikož jsem odjakživa krapet schizofrenní a vyskytují se u mě alter ega) ... Jenže tahle prdel v komentářích většinou nezasahuje do mého školního, nebo osobního života.
Většinou to všechno zůstávalo na blogu. Errr...



You thought, it was good idea? Go home from pub all on your own... Alone...
Hihi.
You smell like you drank all beer in this country.
Do you want to sing with me? I have a favourite lullaby. About London Bridge!
"London bridge is falling down... falling down... falling down... London bridge is falling down, my fair lady..."
Do you know this song? It is really beautifull song. I remember, my mother sang it to me every night, when I was younger. I was her and fathers little fair lady.
My uncle sang this song to me too. But it wasn't the same. He never liked chidlren. So, he liked to hurt them. It takes long years, when he playd with me those games about kicking, punching and things like that.
So, I was afraid of him. I never told my mom. She said me many times, that I am in safe. My father loves me and he will take care of me.
Well, when my uncle murdered my mom before my eyes some eyars ago... I lost my hope in father. In anything.
And after uncles "love" ... Something broke in me. No. My daddy wasn't here to take care, to protect his little fair lady. No. Mom was wrong. He never saved me. He trusted my uncle, that I am the bad, the evil one. Father helped Uncle, to torture me. Broke my heart. Hurt my soul.
You can feel it. What I did to them. My scarf aroung your neck.
I'll sing to you, okey?
"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... My fair lady... London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... And no one help you...!"
I am not little fair lady. Not anymore!

The Clever One - Original Voice

26. května 2015 v 11:49 | Iharo Senshi Kokoro
Ha! Asi všichni znáte, jak na YT můžete najít Original voices od creepypast. Eeeeh, Iharo se některý třebas i učí nazpaměť, že jo... (takovej Jeff už by šel... Clockwork a L.Jack taky... :DD )
No a když můžou oni, může Iharo taky! Taaakže... Jsem si vymyslela, co by asi v takovýmhle videu říkala TCO. Protože u Bloody Mony ještě tápu. Ale TCO je vcelku jasná. Takže než najdu mikrofon, netočím to a budu s tím spokojená, čtěte si to a zkuste si sami dosadit správnou intonaci (ovšemže to nebude správně, správně to umím jen jáááá! xDDD)
A jen tak na okraj (výkec delší než článek, od koho to mám???) Víte, co by říkaly nějaké vaše creepypasty, nebo vy, na místě creepypast?
(já bych si vzala Don't hurt the Angels
K: nezájem! Už sklapni!)


You said 'Good' ? You said 'good' ?! No, no, no!
You don't know, who do you play with!

I am not good. Oh, hell no… No… No… No…
I am the best! I am The Clever One!

The most clever person, you ever knew, and You'll ever know!
You stupid ordinary human. You can't understand.
You're so stupid person. I am sick of you!

Let me show you, I'm not only in your head. I don't have only your mind. I have all of your body!
Yeah… The first girl… Emily… I had to smash her head with a book!
But now, I can kill you from the inside… I tis more comfortable.

Good Bye. And remember! I am The Clever One!

Don't Hurt the Angels

25. května 2015 v 23:08 | Iharo Senshi Kokoro
Tak trochu nám zase nefachčila Fi-Fi... A přes velký komp se mi nic psát nechtělo. Takže do dneška jsem se jen flákala. Doslova! Tohle mě napadlo po tom, co mi provedli na praxi. Ne, neptejte se, fakt jsem ráda, že to mám za sebou, protože tyhle zlý věci těžko zapomínám. A fakt jsem litovala, že Bloody Mona a The Clever One neexistují, protože jejich šikovné ručičky bych potřebovala. No co už. Tady máte další anglickou krásu. Asi to všechno, co mám v ajině vytisknu a dám angličtinářovi, jestli mi to neopraví a něco neporadí :D ... Heh, vlastně, mi to připomíná mě samotnou. Sice se bráním, když lidi říkaj, že jsem anděl, ale tak... V tuhle chvíli ... Kesesesesesese... Užijte si to!
A pamatujte! Neubližte andělům!



You cant see them. But they are here. Not in the Heavens. Here. Maybe, one of them is now standing next to you. But his wings are invisible. You cant see those beautiful, pure, white, wings behind their back.
Their souls are innocent, like a children. Their smile give you hope. And if you heard them, you feel, like everything will be okay for soon.
The Angels. People in crowd. But with a special gift of kindness, love and being here, when someone need a help.
Their arms are warm and the never say "No" to you, If you come with a little bit of sadness in heart or in need of help.
Nice, pure, innocent, taintless Beings. These are angels.
But you know, their hearts are not the same. And If you say, or do something evil to them, you can awake a creature, with no trace of goodness, kindness, or love. No! Their pure wings turn to black. Nice, warm arms choke you at once! You hear only promises about pain, torture and other things, which will happen to you.
Where is the nice Being? It burnt in the flames of your betrayal.
You can pray for a return of that nice Being. But it is gone. Thanks to you. Now is here only the creature, who want kick you! Tear you! Hurt you, like you hurt the one before. It will hope, you suffer!
Yes. Of course. There are the Angels. But You cant hurt them. If you hurt pure, innocent soul, the black and hurmed heart will revenge.
Be carefull. And Dont Hurt the Angels!

Question of the Darkness

13. května 2015 v 21:33 | Iharo Senshi Kokoro
Okey, I know.. My english is not the best !!!
Ale když si tak jedu v z praxe busem a zjistím, že zapomenu v práci sluchátka... The hell?! Takže ideální chvilka pro vznik... Tohohle!

You know... There is a dark, really dark place in our souls... It is darker, than corners in our bedrooms, darker, than night forest... Darker, than the worst nightmare, You ever had.
And here, inside this dark place is hiding our real face. Real Face, with deadly eyes, white skin and black tears... It's not a monster. No. This is our real face, hiding before the monster, which we could see, when we look in the mirror. The monster, which we show every day to each others!
So, tell me, why we are scared of the things in the darkness? We should be scared of the things, before which they are hiding in that darkness... Don't You think?
 
 

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