Ok Let's Start I'm gonna use a fake name (Stu)And so will everyone else. I was born with a heart condition and a hospital was about to do surgery but it was a 50/50 chance I survived and they were about to do it but my mom didn't know their was another option. A doctor named doctor who stopped them from doing that surgery and got me a better surgery that would be more of a chance I survived so my mom and little me went to another hospital and I got the surgery and survived and everyone thought I would only have 6 years to live but luckily I have alot more time. So pretty much I survived and am happy that I did and now am the happiest person ever but I still have a story about my life to tell. (6 years after surgery) I am now in kindergarten and now have something stapped to me that kinda looked liked a walki talki and I get switched classes for calling my teacher hot 😂 and so I have a new nicer teacher and I sat on the carpet until she called me Batman let's call my teacher Mrs.lion. about an hour later it is gym and my gym teacher thinks I have a walki talki... (To Be continued for pt.2 on Sunday)

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I sometimes catch myself in a daze, zoning out the window of a so called "friends" apartment, looking for the same things I used to see as a kid, when I used to look out the window down the street in my mom's old apartment. The day he brought her to see me, I had just laid down tired of my thoughts. He said look who's here. I said, who is that?? idgaf! he knew how I looked and how I was. he just had seen me before he left so, it left me with only one conclusion, that is who ever was at the door he wanted to see me fucked up... I didn't care🤷🏽 I didn't know who she was until he closed the door and it came to me, her name. I jumped up, got in the shower and ran down the hill, where I thought she would be and she was, that's how we finally got acquainted. I didn't contact her for awhile. I just watched her Facebook, until she hadn't posted in awhile and I was worried so, I wrote her to find out if she was okay. She said yes, that she was fine she just likes to lurk once in awhile. I had all types of feelings in my gut because, I was finally talking to the one I always seen, never spoke to but wanted to. she really left an impression with just a smile lol, sounds like I loved her. oh well, she was fine and she shined better than anyone I ever seen. I started going to her cousin's house more often. so that, I could see her more and that's where we would often meet up. I one day got the courage to ask her after a mental rehearsal if she was attracted to women and I went on to tell her I always liked her. She said no.......... I was destroyed, I never felt that way before. I just knew because she always made me feel seen, even when I felt like shit, that she liked me. I couldn't believe it then and that message let me know I was right. Lol, I cried like a bitch, she must of had a feeling when I didn't text her back because, she got up and came to see if I was ok and I played sleep, there was nothing for her to do, she kept it real that's what I wanted... I didn't really see or speak to her after that. I read on Facebook that she was sick and needed ginger ale, I couldn't believe she had to ask so, I offered to get her some. I couldn't wait to see her. annnnd then I was stopped by the fake one that I was telling you about, who's house I temporarily lived in. He went on to say how dumb I was to be bringing drinks for someone I wasn't fuckin. I was confused and wondered why I had to be fuckin her to help or give her something. I now wonder why he was out in the hallway as quickly as I was, we will come to this conclusion later. I asked him the question I thought to myself, he made a face of a person who didn't get the response he was looking for and didn't have one to return so, I told him to mind his faggot business and get out my way so I can shower. I caught a jitney to the store and her house, I didn't expect her to come to the door looking stunning/ beautiful like she did. I didn't wanna stare to long. I think she wanted me to come in but, I had my mind so wrapped around "just friends" that I handed her the drinks and damn near tripped getting back to the car. she was fine!!! I remember her saying damn fav, your leaving? it didn't register then cause I would of stayed. I got a job somewhere in between the time of me trying to get to know her better and I would go to see here after work. she always looked so irritated. I ignored it because, I wanted to be there more then I cared about why she was being rude. I started talking to this girl at work to piss off my ex. My ex working with me bothered me, she was conniving and she tried to be calculating but, her intentions always showed. I didn't trust her.... I think that her and the girl I was talking to was trying to set me up, I just had a feeling. The girl tried to give me someone's social security numbers or card but, I didn't get into fraud, my ex tried to do the same thing when we were in a relationship. the years from fraud scared me... I did how ever before I obtained my new job use to go retail stealing with my ex and hers. I returned the products to another store to get gift cards and would sell them for money so, she probably thought I would do that. but naw, not my thing... I don't know why she would try to set me up. I'm the reason she had that job but, hey some people just hate you for no apparent reason. I got a call from my Fav and her sister one day, telling me that they got a car and wanted me to go with them to the auto shop. I was excited!!! When we got there, I tried to flirt by saying something sarcastic or funny, her reaction was kinda scary and she was looking at my phone with curiosity like I was doing something on it. why would she be worried about my phone? again I ignored it but, I did look at my phone to see what caught her attention, I seen nothing.. she was kinda awkward but, it wasn't enough to take away from what I loved about her. We talked every now and again. She like to video call and wouldn't download duo so, I bought an iPhone to face time with her, after that we started taking more. I talked to her all day at work, it was to the point that I had an attitude when a customer would interrupt me wen I was talking to her. she was naturally more important.... I would of lost that job if it wasn't so ghetto and if the managers wasn't worse than me. I mean I had good customer service but damn, you see me listening and your inconsiderate ass going to interrupt, I cussed them out and didn't care. She was telling me something was wrong with her phone, I was trying to listen and she said that she needed a new one. I said I would give her my the one I was talking to her on because I wanted the iPhone 7. I had the 6 she said ok. time went by, I woke up at the fake ones apartment to him looking at me and he was acting as if he was looking for something behind the tv. My 15 dollars was gone that I had on the floor and water was on my iPhone. He did it on purpose I know he did. He acted as if he didn't know what happened but, where my money??? I wasn't drunk coming in from the club that night, I remember what I did. He got weird ever sense I started talking to her but, I bought her a new phone I couldn't break my promise to her I wanted to get her an upgrade so I asked the man what type of phone she had and I got her the Se, it's the one she wanted. She was rude at the door. lol, I loved it, I should of been asking her what her problem was but, I wasnt moved by her anger she had me wrapped around her heterosexual fingers. well so she claimed, I wasn't giving up.. she brought me alive and I loved who I was with her. She loved her new phone. I know cause I read it on Facebook I'm always snooping. Everyone knew I bought her a phone. Surprisingly, I didn't get to much unwanted attention from it, it was the looks from her cousin's for me after she told me I bought her a phone but, she's a hater she never thought I could get her anyway.oh well, I remember the first time she walked in naes House. I was sitting on the couch and she walked in with her nurse uniform on looking like she just walked out of heaven to save me lol, naw but she was fine when she left I ask nae who she was she said "my cousin WHY YOU CANT HAVE HER!!! I said don't do me she's Fine!!! Lol, back to my story. I wanted to get out of the fake ones House and I wasn't making enough money at the gas station to move out. Plus, I always for some reason get side tracked and never save for my apartment so, I started selling Drugs, which was the worst decision in my life. I learned later, it wasn't the first time I sold drugs but, I got in deep this time. I needed a new phone if I was going to be able to function. I couldn't get my cell phone carrier to unlock my sim so, it would be compatible with my iPhone 7 I bought used so, I had to buy a temporary phone from this African guy, that own a used electronic store. he always gave me a deal. I later found out that it had no camera on the front I was pissed but, it was the only phone he had for that price. When I went to work my ex had the manger suspicious about me having two phones and it was weird but I ignored it because, how ever many phones was none of their business. Tf, I got my first package that day my dealer fronted me a ball to see how I did with it and I got rid of it that weekend, then he upgraded me to a half of coke. I should of been balling more but, I didn't cut my product. I sold it how he gave it to me. I was killing shit!!! im not money hungry but, I lost sight of my goal of getting an apartment. I was working doubles at the gas station and selling drugs on the weekends. The fake one also attended the area where I sold drugs at and wanted shit for free and caused a bunch of drama down there because, I told someone the truth about him, that I won't speak of, this story is 100 percent true. He knew I didn't sell 20s I wanted 50 and up, I didn't see the point of it, plus they always want more when you give 20s like yu jippin them so, no!!! He went around telling the blacks that I didn't want to sell to them, because their cheap and always want more then what their buying, which I did say but, you don't see me telling his boss about him not wanting to serve Black people at his job, because they don't tip so who's more obligated to fell bad, at least I'm not putting fentanyl in my 20s to teach them a lesson, he spitting in cups because the customer was running him too much at a job that he chose to work. how dare he!!! but I think they came up with some plan to fuck with me right along with the people at my job. I was getting more and more coke customers. one day my dealer took forever to bring me my shit and he brought me something short of what I normally would get and I had one customer waiting,there was only that person at the spot I went too, which was abnormal. he brought it for its Worth and later on told me that it had fentanyl in it and that he's was scared, because he sold it too someone. after that, things got weird down there. now mind you, things was already weird at my job at the gas station but, nothing I noticed then I realized everything later. I told my dealer what he said their lying and gave me an ounce. I was scared but I handled it but, the other dealers wanted me to cut it, because people were not buying from them and they were waiting for me to get off work. I didn't know how too so, I decided to do it the same. I ended up involved with som rich white people, some look like tattoo artist and some were lawyers etc, they invited me to there homes and theirs one couple that started asking people what their favorite song was, they included me in that. I didn't know that it was supposed to have some meaning to the songs they so I said, bodak Yellow. I chilled with them on occasion they showed me their family through pics. I thought they were Cool.. I still dk but, I wasn't alerted by anything, until I sat at the bar one day and the fake one sat next to me staring with his friend next to him,his friend looked scared when he said we're going to get her robbed, staring directly at me. I looked at him, like what. the music was playing so he probably thought he was whispering but, nope. I heard him I told the a fellow drug dealer that and also that he wasn't to be trusted with the men there he said REALLY!!! with unbelief, he couldn't believe it, because he thought he was so attractive, he was blinded by liking black men or maybe he didn't care. I mean he did stress the fact that he was loosing money to me and I didn't care. I mean,he was buying shit from me. I guess because he cut his shit and I didn't I was a problem. When I left that night, I was walking to my taxi when I was approached by the fake one. He said, that can i I ride with you? I mean, we are going to the same place. sarcasticly, I said sure, returning the same sarcasm. A guy I know was also leaving the spot we were at, the fake one continues to say you talk about me being and doing things and that but he's following you!! I said no tf fuc he's not. Long story short, he started yelling pointing in my face. I didn't trust so, I said I got u i called someone because, he said he had people up everton that would of handled me and the stuff I had wasn't mine and I already felt like he was trying to get me the person didn't answer. I never spoke to them bout it because, I think my phone was tapped and everyone knew and they just kept on with normal life like nothing was different. I ended up moving out his house that night and to someone else's until I found some where else to go. I didn't want my bf/ fav talking to him so I text her told her what happened and spilled his tea to her in a text. I didn't want them talking he hated that I loved her anyway he tried to steal this PlayStation I got from her he was just a gay ass tragedy that clearly was mad his dick don't give enough for pussy but sense he pulls off straight he be trying my friends I'm in to, not this one I would of killed him. I didn't stay at the new person place long. I moved in with nae, while moving in I see my fav she looks irritated and walks up to me and looks at me viciously, it startled me. She, quickly grabs my arm and walks me privately to the wall and I told her everything that me and a couple other people just talked about on the way there that was about her sister. She says, no! That's not what I'm talking bout the text you send me and I told her and she say oh that's old. I still don't know what happened to make her act like that, everytime I asks she says nothing. Things started to get weird at the place I sold drugs at I started to feel like people were cops, i stopped selling to a few. I went to this big coke party it was the weirdest thing ever I just knew I was going to jail I sold everything for less I made out and had his money so I was good. I went to work the next day there were weird people coming in reciting things I talked about to other people but, to other people the songs that we were asked to name earlier in the story were played on the radio it was like they were trying to create a feel and I felt it but, couldn't quite grasp it. I thought about the time I hung u with my friend, when they wanted me to stay on the phone. I wondered what they wanted to say to me. everything started hitting my recalation I was pissed.. that next day the lights went out in the gas station while we were working, it was close to the time of my co worker being relieved. She said she wasn't staying with me and was afraid the store might get robbed if I stayed, I agreed and wasn't staying. she drove me home. I got fired for leaving but, I think it was done on purpose so, they would have a reason to fire me, they didn't have one. I worked the most hours and I was always on time But, they were in my business on the out side. My ex was involved with them with some shit I'm still not quite sure of but, they had something on my phone that spyed on my surroundings and conversations. I went into a deep depression.. I was jobless, the people I was living with was weird, I stayed in my room all day. I just knew they all was involved with whatever but, had some ideas that I was telling they business and I Wasn't. I left Pittsburgh because I ended up with no where to go and I couldn't talk to my friend, that's all I really cared about so, I went to NYC. where whatever stress I had left right up out of me as soon as I got of the bus. I knew I wasn't coming back but, I missed someone bad but I had to let go so, I told her that I left and I let go. I couldn't do everything I wanted to,like the job I wanted to work cause, I had a felony warrant out on me for misdemeanor. lol,fuc my life! I had to go back live with an old friend. I made a mistake and moved long term instead of until I got rid of the court hearing. I found out that she knew some girl I was seeing in NYC because of their lil snooping group. she didn't want me talking to her and her house. I couldn't see nothing cuz I knew it wouldn't end well. All I wanted was my apartment so, I stayed quiet. I got two jobs at the same while waiting for Court hearings and my apartment. I needed to stay out of her messy way. She knew though and wanted me out. I'm mysteriously ended up getting a call from the housing authority after we got into an altercation About a wrapper. Something wasn't right around her but, I put two and two together and I took the apartment. The landlord lady had an illegal tap on my phone. I found out because as I said earlier, they had something on my phone listening to my surroundings so, I turned my phone off when I entered her office and the phone she had on speaker went dead to tone, simultaneously with mine. she looked puzzled at me. Why would she have her phone on speaker, while in a private meeting and why wen my phone turn off hers hang up?she continued to speak to me and I went along while still wondering wtf, when I got my apartment, everyone in the building knew who I was and one offered up information about the lady in the meeting being fired. I later found out they put me in a apartment that wasn't inspected and made for me to get evicted, the illegal bias judge sided with them so,i ended up back here which was cool I needed to renew my id anyway, Sense i didn't have theirs.

So, today I was fired.

My boss took me aside and said, "one of the girls here said that you made some comments to her on the first day that made her uncomfortable."

I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. I thought about the only conversation I had with her. I had asked her where her clothes her from, and told her she looks nice. I said, maybe I'd buy some clothes from there. Like, maybe she thought I was being a sarcastic bitch? I wasn't lmao.

It just made me think about how people reinterpret stuff people say to make them mean, because they think that they themselves are trash. Humans are so fucking weird. And I was just like, listen Nicole, imagining that everybody else thinks I'm garbage is my thing, don't take this away from me. In fact my self esteem is so low that you've flattered me just by IMAGINING that I actually think I'm better than you, embarrassing shit but true, I needed this job to pay for therapy don't you see???

Hi everyone, I wanted to tell you that there was encounter I had in Mohali, Phase 10.

There was a guy (cute) fair, Beautiful eyes 🥲, he was staring alot, and i did too. After me and my friend had our dinner we went back to our hostel. Just fyi, they were having their dinner, the same place we were having (shama Dhaba). Then, when we moved out, they were behind us, and idk if it was a good or bad thing.

But then later we stop at one shop and they also stop there coincidentally. Then again we (friend) went and left the shop. The whole time he was staring and continuously staring. And at one point, I turned back, I saw him still staring. Hahaha. Hahhahaaa

Then he waved bye, I was excited like mad person but still was scared about any consequences that could happened, and I waved back and left the place.

Again we stayed and stood at one point, cus I saw him coming to us. But then later his friend came too and he followed us half way through.

So lastly we parted and I never see him again. End of my funny story.

Every night at 3 a.m., Fire Station 22 receives a frantic call from a trembling woman claiming to be trapped under an abandoned bridge. When the firefighters arrive, they find no one there, just an eerie mist rising from the river.
One night, rookie firefighter Asuka hears a faint sobbing and discovers a soaked cellphone buried beneath the bridge, still dialing their number. As they investigate, the team uncovers the tragic story of Ayumi, a young woman abandoned by her lover and left to drown under the bridge decades ago. But Ayumi’s ghost isn’t simply seeking justice, she’s recreating the betrayal, and anyone who fails to rescue her in time is doomed to drown in her endless sorrow.

There’s this girl who hates me. I tried to say hi to her, and she just said “no.” I asked her why, and she responded, “I don’t like you; you used to say inappropriate things to me.” I was confused, so I asked my friends about it, and it turned out that was a lie.

Later, I found out something even more disturbing—one of her friends stopped talking to her because she was actually planning to kill me. She had even written out a whole plan about raping and killing me. What really makes my skin crawl is the end of her plan, where she wrote: “They will even believe me because I’m a girl and he’s a boy. I’ll just lie my way out of it.”

Hating someone is one thing, but wanting to hurt or kill someone like that is beyond sick. I didn’t even have any classes with her, yet it still affected me. Honestly, if you’re losing friends over things like that, you deserve everything that comes your way.

I did report her, and she got suspended, but she went right back to her behavior. If something like that ever happened again, I wouldn’t hit her—I was raised to believe you don’t hit girls because you could get in trouble. But at the same time, it’s sick to think there are people with that kind of mindset.

The man, the teen, and the boy enter the dollar store.

Out of habit, the man turns down the snack aisle, placed towards the front of the door to tempt visitors. As he walks, the boy points out things that he likes. Favorite chips, snacks, and sodas. On most days, the man would relent and get something for the boy.

Today is different. The man tells the boy he needs to be good.

The boy begins to cry silently.

The teen rolls his eyes, telling the other two that the snacks are pointless anyway. They only bring temporary joy, and won't solve their problem.

The man agrees, though sympathizes with the boy. He reminds the boy that he has sweets at home, and that if he's good, he can have one when he returns.

The boy's crying stops, still sullen but knowing he won't win this argument. He hates the other two.

The teen shakes his head in annoyance. He knows they won't get the snack, they haven't earned it. He berates the boy.

The boy begins to cry again. He hates the other two.

The man has moved on. He's cleaning the house, and forgot some necessities. That's why they're there, the man, the teen, and the boy.

He searches the cleaning aisle, grabbing a dish wand for the air fryer and more soap. His phone beeps; it's a message of encouragement from his friend.

The teen reads over his shoulder. He tells the man he was stupid for telling his friend about their problem. His friend can't do anything, and the man is only making them feel bad, forcing them to feign sympathy for someone they've never really met.

The boy is afraid the teen will make the friend go away. He is afraid the man will will stop talking to the friend. He cries. He hates the other two.

The man ignores the other two, thanks the friend for his support, and makes a joke. Jokes make people feel better. Jokes hide your problems from others. If he jokes, the friend won't worry.

The teen and the boy agree with this.

The man wanders the rest of the store. He needs something, but he doesn't know what.

The teen reminds him that he always needs something, that this store doesn't have what they need to fix their problem. He says the man is just wandering the store because he does not want to go back home, back to the cleaning and ignoring their problem.

The man passes the toy aisle.

The boy finds himself staring at all the toys lining the shelves. He wants everything, he wants to spend all day in that aisle, playing with the toys.

The man is impressed by the variety. He didn't have this sheer variety available as a boy. It wasn't that it didn't exist, his family just couldn't always afford it. He considers getting something for the boy.

The teen reminds them both that toys are pointless, that the boy will only play with them once or twice then leave them lying around, collecting dust. The man shouldn't waste his money, the teen says, on frivolous things that won't help them.

The man agrees, begrudgingly.

The boy cries. He hates the other two.

The man stands in the checkout line. There are more sweets on offer here. Trading cards. Assorted electronics. Puzzle books. All arranged to tempt the buyer one last time before they can escape. He notices a candy that comes with a small plastic toy. The toy is a tiny figurine. What child would want this, when there are better toys for the same price only a few feet away?

The boy wants the candy with the toy.

The teen tells the boy the candy is wasteful. Who is wasting plastic and packaging on such a cheap toy? It's all going to end up in a landfill.

The man agrees.

The boy cries. He hates the other two.

The man ponders their problem. He's always had it, same as the teen and the boy. Maybe there isn't a real solution for it.

The boy is afraid there isn't.

The teen knows there isn't.

The man shrugs as he checks out. He doesn't need a bag for his two items, though he has to repeat himself to the cashier.

The teen tells the man he shouldn't mumble so much if he wants people to hear him.

The man agrees. The teen's comment gives him an idea. Maybe he could channel his problem into his art?

The boy doesn't care. He wants to get home so he can have his snack. He's been good.

The teen doesn't think anyone will care about the man's art. He wants to get home so he can play video games, even though he thinks they're a waste of time.

The man ignores the other two, forming an idea in his head.

The man, the teen, and the boy leave the dollar store, leaving a single trail of footprints through the slush of the morning's autumn snow.

As the man gets into the car, he pulls out his phone. The man begins to write.

The teen will get his video games.

The boy will get his snack.

I’m sorry if I will make mistakes because of English is not my native language. In that day me and my friend were at school and there was a little break between our lessons. Suddenly my best friend (let’s call her “A”) remembered that she wanted to show me our photos when we were children. It was our first trip together and we went to the camp for two weeks. she started me showing this pictures and we started laughing and our friend asked why we are laughing. “A” told to him that we were looking our old photos and suddenly, he asked to show him. I felt a little inconvenience and told her not to show it. She just started rolling her eyes and having fun of me. I’m seriously asked her not to do it because I will feel an embarrassment but she just ignored and wanted to show him. I looked into her eyes and told her not to do it in a serious tone. She stopped laughing and yielded at me like “I even haven’t show anything, why are you looking at me in that way”, after what she just stand and left me behind with this boy. At the moment we are not talking already 4 days and I’m thinking if I was wrong to do that.

Pebblewish looked at the star filled sky with tears in her eyes wondering which one of those beautiful ancestors is Flamingblaze. She then suddenly saw his face slowly form in the stars which usually means a spirit will speak with her. she looks in front of her waiting for her mate's spirit to appear. Her eyes widen in happiness yet greif as her mate slowly appears in front of her. "Hello Pebblewish." He says and approaches her. She smiles wide and runs at him wanting to feel his soft pelt against her's once again but she goes right through him making worse grief stab her like a thorn. She feels her legs calapse as she gets overwhelmed by grief. "I miss you FlamingBlaze..." Pebblewish said looking him in the eyes trying to hold back tears "Oh pebblewish.. I love you too .. but please don't make this harder then it needs to be for us bo-" FlamingBlaze says but Pebblewish cuts him off "I want things to be how they used to be!" Pebblewish yowled her voice echoing around the forest like thunder. "Pebblewish! Listen to me! Are you a kit or a leader because if an apprentice saw you like this they'd think your pathetic!" FlamingBlaze snaps then sighs when he sees Pebblewish jump with alarm at his tone "Look... I'm sorry for snapping... But you are a leader. You must keep it together for the life of your clan." FlamingBlaze said softly "I just fear you'll find someone else in Starclan before I die... And that idea breaks me." Pebblewish would say her voice cracking as she says the words "Oh Pebblewish..." FlamingBlaze says and sits beside Pebblewish her imagining she can feel his pelt tho all she felt of him was his scent "I will will wait for you in Starclan." FlamingBlaze said reassuringly "Promise?" Pebblewish asked "Promise." FlamingBlaze said and snuggled closer to her.

I was on a road trip to Upper Michigan to meet with some family, and it was around 4:00 a.m. while I was driving through some back roads, to skip going through the highway, (Since the tolls here are crazy expensive, and I personally enjoy going through some nature.) It was completely dark outside and the road (Which was a small two-laned road,) was covered in a thick layer of fog - sure I had my fog lights on, but that barely illuminated anything. No radio stations in this area either, and I sure didn't have cell service, so it was just me, and the road. Around “30 minutes” or so, I was starting to get worried about where I was going, I had no map or anything. So I decided to look for a town to stop at, to hopefully get some cell service. Luckily enough, there was a split in the road, one leading god knows where, and the other leading to a place called “Creakyville”, accompanied by a worn-down sign, which says the former. I decided it was my only hope, and drove straight in. I see a singular gas pump, with a small road leading up to it. Very strange, but I was a little bit low on gas anyways, and I thought it'd be cool to see what this thing even was. So I drove up to the gas pump, got out of my car, and looked at it. It was worn-down, and rusty - but I popped a few quarters in anyways, and began filling up my car. An ad started to play, on the screen of the gas pump, it said the following, “You know Wix™, but do you really?” I do know Wix™, and I really do! I pressed my frost-bitten finger (It's at least -50° out here,) against the screen, to skip the ad. But then I heard something strange - while I was pumping the gas into my car, it sounded more like scraping. Out of curiosity, I took the pump out of my car - to look at the gas. And it was completely FROZEN SOLID, somebody must have frozen the gas, before I came here - to STOP ME DEAD in my tracks. I said out loud, “You think this can stop me?” and I shoved the pump back into my car, and I quickly set it to “Overdrive Mode”. It started to pump the frozen gas into my car, like never before! The scraping sounds got louder, and louder. But I was determined - to show EVERYONE IN THIS FREAK-SHOW TOWN, who was THE BOSS around here. Finally I was done pumping the gas, and I hopped back in my car - I began to start up the engine, but for some reason it didn't start. I tried it again, no luck. And then again, same thing. I looked around the desolate wasteland, from the inside of my car, to see if anybody was tampering with it - but there was nobody to be found. I stepped out to look at the gas pump again, to make sure I did everything correctly - My jaw dropped to the floor, when I read what type of gas I chose, “DIESEL.” I begin to scream out into the void, “I FILLED MY CAR UP, WITH GOD-DAMN FROZEN DIESEL!” I quickly dash to the front of my car, and I popped open the hood with such force - that it SMASHES my windshield. I begin furiously ripping out components, trying my best to make it to the fuel tank. Eventually, I ripped open the front panel of the fuel tank, making it so the frozen diesel was exposed. I began to blow-torch it, converting it back - into its liquid form. And then I use complicated scientific routines, and procedures, to convert the diesel into beautiful gasoline. Once I was FINALLY finished, I looked down at the exposed fuel tank, and I basked in the glory that was the AWESOME GASOLINE - swirling around inside of it. I stood up and lit a cigar, and cracked open a cold one, above the fuel tank. And I took a nice long puff of my cigar, and a swig of my beer. And I thought about how great I was - but then I accidentally spilled some Bud Light™ on my fingers, which then made me lose grip of my cigar, and then it fell into the gas tank. And then- AHHHHHH!!

52 Year Old Chuck Rembrandt is a captain for a major US Airline. He started flying during his time in the Air Force. He lives in suburban Milwaukee Wisconsin with his wife Cindy. They have been married for 24 years and have raised two wonderful children. There is only one problem, Chuck has a secret. For the last 13 years he has maintained a second family.

What will Cindy do? How will they cope when Chuck’s secret is revealed?

The Layover – An original Short Story from ‪@AceofHeartsStorycast‬

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a3GFtBgDvM&t=669s

(Little facts about me if you don't know📍)

•im 18 years old

•im in my healthy weight and height range

•i do gym

As far as I know, we were not aware of our insecurities; we never identified them ourselves. They were often pointed out by others.

For me, it was my family and closest friends. Initially, it didn't really matter, but someone hearing it repeatedly might become hesitant about fitting in with others, especially a young girl of 12🧸. It was my forehead, my nose, my teeth, my figure, the way I laugh, the way I talk, and the constant pressure to be in the top 10 in exams.

I have bangs now, can't really cut out and stitch back my forehead. I had a chiropractic session for my nose (I have deviated septum), I have crown teeth now, I ate less and did gym more, I cover my mouth whenever I laugh, I don't talk that much now. ☘️

Is it really worth it? I use my hands to guard my bangs, I still have deviated septum and rhinitis(hereditary), can't drink coffee from fear of staining, didn't have my period for 2 months from extreme dieting. They say “beauty is pain”.🤷‍♀️

📍Now the real problem is my snoring. Deviated septum+rhinitis

. My family members have sinus and I'm one of them (passed down by my grandpa) . When I was in hostel for my 12th, we would share two beds for like 8 people and I would sleep in the middle. The first day others would say someone was snoring, not loud but weirdly. Turned out it was ME❗. I've never knew I snore. I thought the only problem i have is sleeping with my mouth open and now thatt?!!. I was embrassesed at first. Full of strangers from different school laughing at me. 🚺

OF COURSE I ignored it. It wasn't something I could control. But theyyyy would always find a way to blame my snoring for the disturbance in their studies (sh*theads were studying in bed not in study room).

After I came out from that hell, I asked my mom about this matter and she told me I'd been snoring for like 4 years now. 4YEARSSS! I don't think that's normal for young people. My mom is not sharing a bed with my dad. She refused to sleep besides him. Why!? Because he snores like crazy.🔊

I'm afraid I'll never find a spouse who would sleep besides me even when I snore. The girls in my hostel said that my future husband will definitely divorce me coz of my snoring. Even my own parents don't wanna share a bed with each other. 💭

I've tried recording myself. It's not loud, just little weird because of my breathing problems. I've tried massages, steamer, allergy pills before bed and even those snore preventing stickers. I feel so pathetic and annoyed at myself . So for my OWN sake not becoz of their criticism, I'll have a Septoplasty in the future with my own money .🎯(atleast it'll help with sleep apnea)

One night, I was looking at the sky. The moon was huge, bright, and perfectly round, hanging low over the horizon. Its light flooded everything around me, covering my yard in a cold, silvery glow. It was so close, or at least it felt that way, like I could reach out and touch its uneven, glowing surface. I don’t know how long I stood there, just staring, before finally heading back inside. A few days later, I noticed the moon again. It was just as bright, just as full, but something felt different. By the fifth day, I realized what it was—the moon was closer. Not by much, just enough to notice if you were paying attention. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. Maybe the air was playing tricks on my eyes, or I’d been spending too much time staring at it. But every fifth night, it kept getting closer. By the twentieth day, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It wasn’t just closer; it looked different. The light was too bright, almost unnatural, and I started seeing details I’d never noticed before. The surface looked strange, almost alive. That’s when I saw them—two dark shadows, like eyes. They didn’t move or blink, but they were there, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were watching me. I tried to convince myself it was a trick of the light, shadows on the surface, or maybe my mind playing games. But every time the moon came closer, the “eyes” became clearer. By the fortieth day, I couldn’t sleep. I kept my curtains drawn, but even then, I felt like it was looking at me. One night, I heard a low, heavy sound outside, like something massive was moving too close. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, but I forced myself to look. I pulled back the curtain, and the moon was right there. It filled the entire sky, so close I could see every crater, every shadow. And those eyes—they weren’t shadows. They were real. Huge, black, and staring straight at me. I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up on the floor, the curtains still open, but the moon was gone. It was back in the sky where it belonged. It hasn’t moved since, but I can’t look at it the same way anymore. I know it was watching me. And maybe it still is.

One night, I was looking at the sky. The moon was huge, bright, and perfectly round, hanging low over the horizon. Its light flooded everything around me, covering my yard in a cold, silvery glow. It was so close, or at least it felt that way, like I could reach out and touch its uneven, glowing surface. I don’t know how long I stood there, just staring, before finally heading back inside. A few days later, I noticed the moon again. It was just as bright, just as full, but something felt different. By the fifth day, I realized what it was—the moon was closer. Not by much, just enough to notice if you were paying attention. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. Maybe the air was playing tricks on my eyes, or I’d been spending too much time staring at it. But every fifth night, it kept getting closer. By the twentieth day, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It wasn’t just closer; it looked different. The light was too bright, almost unnatural, and I started seeing details I’d never noticed before. The surface looked strange, almost alive. That’s when I saw them—two dark shadows, like eyes. They didn’t move or blink, but they were there, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were watching me. I tried to convince myself it was a trick of the light, shadows on the surface, or maybe my mind playing games. But every time the moon came closer, the “eyes” became clearer. By the fortieth day, I couldn’t sleep. I kept my curtains drawn, but even then, I felt like it was looking at me. One night, I heard a low, heavy sound outside, like something massive was moving too close. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, but I forced myself to look. I pulled back the curtain, and the moon was right there. It filled the entire sky, so close I could see every crater, every shadow. And those eyes—they weren’t shadows. They were real. Huge, black, and staring straight at me. I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up on the floor, the curtains still open, but the moon was gone. It was back in the sky where it belonged. It hasn’t moved since, but I can’t look at it the same way anymore. I know it was watching me. And maybe it still is.

okay so basically over this weekend I learned that my sister cheated on her fiancé... I know it's the worst thing possible but backstory. My sister and her fiancé have been fighting for months and a couple weeks back she came to me and told me she wanted to leave him because she was unhappy but this weekend come to find out he found her cheating I don't know what the extent was but he found messages. I don't want to ask my sister because she's playing dumb but I feel weird now I don't know how to act around her because while it does not affects me it did change the picture/idea of her I had. I do not tolerate cheating at all so I feel weird around her because first she lied to be and continues to lie to me about the relationship which is fine but I wish she wouldn't have told me nothing instead than making me feel stupid. Should I just move past it and push my feelings down or am I ok to feel weird ?

The summer is almost over, but it’s still hot here. I love the sun and its rays warming my wings at sunrise. There’s plenty of food, with ripe fruits hanging heavily from the branches. But what I love the most is the sky, so blue it looks like an endless ocean, a vast expanse that mirrors the stillness of my thoughts. I drift through this sea of blue, my feathers catching the gentle breeze, the wind brushing against me like a tender whisper.

It’s calm and quiet, at least it was until now. The other migrating birds are making noise, preparing for their journey south. They leave tomorrow, but I don’t want to go. I love the warm sun, the sweet fruits, and the endless blue sky. Tonight, the air feels colder.

Morning arrives, and I bask in the sun’s warmth. The other birds are ready to leave, forming their flocks. But I stay, savoring the sun's warmth. As the afternoon passes, I feast on the delicious fruits, now abundant without the other birds around. Evening brings a chill, but I don't think much of it.

Night falls, and it’s colder still. I cling tighter to the branch, trying to keep warm. The next morning, the sun’s rays are a welcome embrace, and I sleep a little longer. The pattern repeats: the cold nights, the warm days, the solitary feasts. But each night grows colder, and soon the wind bites harder. I find a hollow in a tree trunk to keep warm, but it’s not enough.

The leaves turn golden and orange, then fall away, leaving the branches bare. The fruits are fewer, and the nights are nearly unbearable. Snow falls softly one night, covering everything in a quiet white blanket. There’s nothing to eat, and I retreat to my den, but it offers little warmth.

Days pass, each colder than the last. I grow tired, hoping for the sun to shine again. One day, I lie frozen, looking at the sun hidden behind the gray sky. The sun, once warm and life-giving, now feels colder than the snow covering me. It has turned its back on me, as if I never existed.

Exhausted, I close my eyes, thinking of the sun that once brought me joy and warmth. Now, it discards me as if I were nothing. A tear freezes on my beak as I fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of the sun. I dream of flying among the stars, feeling their warmth, opening my wings, and drifting through the endless skies.

But in reality, I am buried deep in the snow, cold and lifeless. The sun has fooled me. No, I fooled myself. I always knew the sun didn’t see me. I felt the signs to migrate but I stayed, hoping that the sun would notice me, embrace me. But it didn’t.

Now I rest in eternal sleep, dreaming of the sun. Dear reader, do you feel the chilly breeze in the late summer too?

• Lysander Mourningstar

( You can read it also on Wattpad it would make me happy)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/386493522-the-winter-bird

Me, F, and my friend, F, have known each other for about 2 years. About last year, me and her had a close relationship. Most of our friends around us have known us to act lesbian to each other since we share food, sit on each other's laps, hold hands, etc. I had a crush on her last year ever since we had done a sleepover and we cuddled in very lesbian positions, but we haven't talked about anything like dating or being partners, and we both have been dating while in our friendship but nothing serious.

This year we went to a camping trip with the school and she acted really bitchy in the camping trip she ignored me and just stared at her kindle (an iPad but for books) and I asked her in multiple occasions on the trip if something was wrong but she always said she was fine and nothing was wrong so I left it as it was but since she was being all alone with her kindle and not even talking to me I decided to not waste the trip and hangout with the boys in a year above me, since there was only another girl from our year in the trip and she was clinging to a boy, so I decided to hangout with the boys a year older since I new a couple of them and I had fun and ending the trip she came around and hanged out with me more at the last night of the trip one of the boy asked me out well technically not asked me out his friends asked me for him and we didn't have time to talk as my year was in the camp fire my friend sat next to me and was being more possessive touching my thigh holding my hand and stuff witch I didn't mind and before we went to bed I asked her about her being glued to her kindle and ignoring everyone and she said that I was the one ignoring her and hanging out with the boys, then I said that I asked her a couple of times what was wrong and she replied with "haha I like playing with your feelings" I didn't say anything from there and we all went to bed the next morning we all had to get in the bus to go back to school I ended up sitting with the boy that asked me out while my friend sat with her brother behind us as she kept annoying the boy I was sitting with and hitting him in not a funny way in a violent way.

After a while since the trip happened, I confronted her a couple of times, and she said the same thing that she wasn't ignoring me. I was the one ignoring her and one of my friends in our friend group told me that she said I was a pick me for hanging out with the boys, I wanted to tell her that if being a pick me is not wanting to be alone in the camp then yes I am a big pick me, but I didn't say anything to not ruin the friendship after that drama died down we are still friends and act lesbian a bunch of times I have told her multiple times that she gives mixed messages but never told her in her face I had feelings for her before (don't anymore) but this week we had a sleepover and we stayed up late talking she kept staring at me as I told her stuff and we were joking around cuddling and she jokingly said and made movement that she would scissor me as a joke.

So I don't know what to tell her or ask her or if I should even say anything please help.

Me (21M) and my grandma (93F) have had a really close relationship for about 21 years now, luckily, she's doing completely fine, and recently, we were watching a movie, when I got a sudden attraction to her, so, I thought I was going crazy, but now I've start fantasizing about her every once and while, subconsciously. and recently, she sat on my lap, and I got bricked up, I think she felt it too. how do I start an intimate relationship with her?

WORLD 8.3.8.4.9.6 is an alternate universe unlike ours, where there's a different place they call home. So, what makes this world different? Did something happen?

66 million years ago, Earth was nearly the same as ours, but it was introduced to a substance called Mana—a virus unlike any other. This virus had the ability to unlock parts of the brain, allowing individuals to create or control matter. It killed hundreds, but humanity adapted and learned to control the virus, using it to create what they called "elements." An element is like magic, and each one is unique.

In 1800 BC, humans realized that if they continued down this path, someone might eventually destroy the world. To prevent this, an unknown figure used their power to protect Earth forever from all attacks.

Mana sickness is also a real danger. When a person is exposed to too much Mana or exceeds their maximum Mana output, they fall into a sickness described as pure hell—almost as if they are guilty of something. If someone abuses this power, they will die.

Each element has two stages of mastery. Reaching these stages is extremely difficult, but also highly rewarding. The first stage is called the "Ultimate Edition" (please note: when a user enters this phase, they will say these words; the same applies to the next phase). The second stage is called "Awakening." Both stages provide massive buffs to the user and can even transform their power completely.

Element Traits:

Each element can be classified by certain traits. These traits can also mix with one another to form hybrid abilities. Here are the traits:

• MATTER: Allows the user to create matter, not just control it. (Cases like this are rare, but it is possible to have just this ability.)
• MATTER CONTROL: Allows the user to control existing matter, such as moving it around, but not creating it.
• BODY: Allows the user to alter parts of their own body using their element.

Element Types:

• If someone has fire control, they would be classified as a MAC type (Matter Control).
• If someone has fire creation, they would be classified as a MA type (Matter).
• If someone has body fluid manipulation, they would be classified as a BO type (Body).

You can mix these traits in any way you like. Examples of mixed types:

• MA, BO (Matter Creation + Body)
• MAC, BO (Matter Control + Body)
• BO, BO (Body + Body)

2099 – PRESENT DAY

I would love to see your concepts using this idea! Feel free to post them in the comments!

I’ve always wanted to read these or write one but I remember my mom comes form Canada so I asked her[62] today what was the strange thing about America and she told me that it was her nieighbor when she first moved telling her she would be sued I someone tripped on it cause apparently in Canada instead your nieghbor would ask to help put it up so no one trips on it

Summary she found it strange that they would sue her for tripping on her ladder while in Canada they are worried about hurting someone

I’ve wanted to tell a story for a long time and have recently gone down an ADHD doom scrolling period on AITA and reddit stories. I thought this may be the perfect time to write out the story because it still confuses me to this day, but I have made peace with it. 

I (now 28M) was best friends with my sister, Becky, when I was in high school, I was 16-17. Becky was 4 years older than me and still lived in the area that we grew up. She was in my hometown and worked at the local gas station. Becky met a coworker named Caitlin (at that time 20-21F). Caitlin was so funny and understood me and my sister’s humor and was generally just a great person to hang around. Caitlin was tall, pretty, and came from an upper middle-class family, but was considered very wealthy due to us all living in a rural midwestern town and her parents owning a large company. Me and my sister came from a single parent home and grew up in poverty for the most part of our lives. 

Caitlin has quickly become intertwined in our lives. We were a trio and best of friends and we also loved Caitlin’s BF J. J was about 5ish years older than Caitlin and was honesty the nicest man in the world. He showered her with gifts and even was able to afford to buy a house with the help of Caitlin’s parents giving a down payment. Caitlin was also in college, a community college after she dropped out of a 4-year university. I actually bonded with Caitlin over this because I was intending to go to the 4-year university that Caitlin dropped out of. 

This information basically paints the whole picture that Caitlin, Becky, and I were best friends and would have done anything for each other. Becky eventually got pregnant and had a child. Caitlin would babysit my nephew all the time and we all felt like she was responsible and a good person to rely on. After a couple years things got weird. Caitlin had been having issues, and we were really concerned, mostly about her safety.

The first instance was Caitlin telling us that a local police officer had been coming into the gas station that she worked at and was flirting with her. She claims that he would be there every night that she worked and would strike up conversations. She claims that she told the cop that she had a boyfriend, but he continued to pursue her. On night Caitlin told us that he gave her his number, so Caitlin wanted to get back at him for what she claimed was continued sexual harassment. Caitlin then may or may not have smear dog poop on his cop car at his house. Whatever, it wasn’t a super big deal because it can be washed off, so we just brushed it off as her getting a little petty revenge on him. 

Then things got weirder. My high school and Becky’s college graduations were the same week, so we had so much stuff going on. On top of this my graduation party was coming up too. Caitlin had been helping with all of our preparations and was being super helpful. Then, the night before my graduation party Caitlin informed us that she was assaulted and beat up by someone in a Walmart parking lot. We were horrified. She texted us photos of the black eye that she had and the scrapes on her body. She stated that she had already filed a police report. She said that a “black man in a sweatshirt” had been following her in the Walmart and he followed her to her car and assaulted her. We were mortified and obviously consoled her. Our best friend had just been attacked! She said the police were looking for him, but he had not been found yet. Caitlin claimed that the cameras at the Walmart also hadn’t caught the assault. 

We had so much on our plate that we again consoled her but still needed to finish setting up my graduation party for the next day. The next day, prior to my graduation party, me and Becky get a call from Caitlin that someone had broken into her car while it was parked at Becky’s house. For context, my sister lives in my small rural town and the Walmart that Caitlin was assaulted at was 35-40 miles away. We drove to Becky’s house and found Caitlin’s driver back window busted out with the glass inside of the car, meaning it was broken from the outside. Caitlin states that she was inside Becky’s house and heard a bang, and then went outside to see her car had a broken window. There was nothing stolen and no rock or other debris was found in the car. There was a man mowing nearby so maybe a rock flew out of the mower? But he was about 40-50 feet away mowing, so it was unlikely. We just concluded that someone had run by with a bat or something and busted the window and ran. We called the police and a cop, not the one who was harassing Caitlin, came by and took a report. After this event, Caitlin was afraid someone was targeting her because of her car and she convinced her parents to buy her a brand new, top of the line SUV so that she could have a car that no one knew about for her safety.

We then had my graduation party and carried on with life. Me and Becky were very protective of Caitlin due to all of this. We kept track of her just because we were worried about her getting hurt due to the recent events. 

One night, about a month later, things got super weird. Me and Becky were at my house and J called us. He asked if we knew where Caitlin was, but neither of us knew. We proceeded to call Caitlin, and she told us that she was at her sister’s house, which was in the same town as the Walmart. J was confused by this because he swore he saw her car parked in town.  J just chalked it up to be a coincidence and that someone may have had the same car as her in our town, no uncommon obviously. Me and Becky decided to check it out since we weren’t doing anything important that night. We drove by the supposed duplicate car… and it looked identical to Caitlin’s. I got out and looked inside and it had all of Caitlin’s things. Weird right? The car was also parked about ¼ to ½ a mile from her home with J.  So we called Caitlin and asked again where she was, and she claimed the other town at her sister’s house. We didn’t have the sister’s number because Caitlin and her did not have a good relationship because her sister was apparently the golden child so we couldn’t confirm this. We apparently freaked Caitlin out enough with the phone call that she stated that she was going to speed home to figure this all out. By that time me and Becky had gone back to my house to wait. 

20 minutes later Caitlin arrived. 20 minutes? It was a 40-45 minute drive from the other town, but Caitlin claimed that she was speeding and that how she was able to move so quickly. She then sits me and Becky down and share some damming new, Caitlin has cancer and that’s why she was being so secretive lately. She said she got the diagnosis recently of stomach cancer and was starting chemo and already had surgery. She said that’s why she has been distant and was not being intimate with her BF. We knew there was some intimacy problems but thought it was just relationship stuff. Becky was devastated. She immediately went to console Caitlin. I was also consoling her but was really apprehensive. Something was not adding up. Why was her car parked in our town? She still claimed it wasn’t her car. 

Another month goes by and things are relatively normal but with the addition of Caitlin and J having more relationship strain. We were supportively obviously with the cancer diagnosis, but she kept pulling away from us. She would go on long late-night walks and claim that she was at the gym. These “walks” were taking hours. Like 4 hours almost every night. We talked to our mom about it because things remained weird in our friend dynamic. Our mom tells us that Caitlin confided in her that she had surgery about a month ago to remove the tumor and was receiving chemo already at a local rural hospital. Caitlin also showed our mom a very faint pale scare on her stomach that she said we the operating site from the surgery to remove her cancer. Alarm bells are ringing in my head because of sooooo many reasons. The scar could not have been so well healed by now. We never noticed her disappear to have surgery, which would have been a major procedure with lots of resting afterwards. Lastly, the rural hospital is a small healthcare facility. They would never administer chemotherapy there and would not do a surgery to remove stomach cancer since that would be a specialized procedure. 

At this point I know Caitlin is lying, but I didn’t know the extent. Becky is a bit more optimistic and was more confused about the situation. Becky then went to confront Caitlin about everything, and she denied everything and stuck to her story. At this point we are all super concerned. Caitlin even had a new black eye and scratches on her face that she said came from running into a door. Becky and J decide to go to Caitlin’s parents out of concern and lay it all out. They said the meeting went well and that they were receptive to the information that was brought to them. Then everything exploded. 

Caitlin moved out of J’s home AND MOVES IN WITH THE MAN SHE HAS BEEN CHEATING WITH. Come to find out, Caitlin had been cheating with someone in our hometown that was twice her age that lived at the same place her car was parked. Everything was coming together now. J is obviously devasted and can’t figure out where things went wrong. Me and Becky are confused but also pissed. We loved J and could not believe she would do this to him. He was literally about to propose to her. 

We all completely cut her off. We were so mad and astounded that she would lie about so many things to cover for herself. We started to look back and think about what else could be a lie. Was the assault a lie? We looked for police reports and could find nothing. Did she break her own window of her car? Was the cop really sexually harassing her? She obviously didn’t have cancer. 

Another blow was that Becky was really good friends with the man that Caitlin was cheating with. We went no contact with Caitlin and her new BF. As time moved on, so did we. If people asked up about her, I simply stated that she was a “lying psycho” and would tell the story to anyone who asked. I made the mistake of doing this at the gas station to another employee when Caitlin was not working. It got back to Caitlin, and she called the police on me for harassment. I had my first panic attack ever when I was called by the police to tell me to stop harassing Caitlin and that I could be charged if it continued. I got this call the day I was moving into my college dorm. I wanted nothing to do with her anymore I thought that after the police called me that it would be done. Boy was I fucking wrong. 

That winter I was at Becky’s house all day and part of the night. It was dark out and we had all the blinds pulled. When I left my car would not start, which was so weird. I needed to have my sister drive me home, but the moment she started to drive her car, it wouldn’t shift into a higher gear. She apparently had blown her transmission which we chalked up to bad luck on both our parts. I had to get my car serviced and apparently my fuel pump had gone bad. 

A few weeks later we hear a rumor that Caitlin POURED BLEACH INTO MY GAS TANK AND MY SISTERS TRANSMISSION FLUID. We were shaken at this and could not believe it. Apparently, she had been bragging about doing it with a new friend as revenge for the pain we caused her and our “harassment” towards her. We had no proof of this besides word of mouth so nothing could be done. My sister had to junk her car and I had to fork out almost 1,000 bucks to fix my car. 

The situation only escalated when she abruptly left town and her now BF. The BF, Chris, finally asked us to have a sit down to chat. I guess Caitlin had “confided” in him that J was abusive physically and emotionally. The black eye and cuts on her face the last time we had seen her was apparently J’s doing. We flat out said there is no way J laid a hand on her. Chris then said that he believed us. He started screwing and dating Caitlin after she told him about the abuse. He thought he was saving a battered woman from her abuse and that we were enablers of the abuse. Later, he realized that she was crazy and was self-inflicting all of the bruises and scratches. She was slamming her face into the kitchen sink and also using a women’s razor to swipe across her face to create scratch marks. He had to kick her out because she was becoming psychotic, and Chris finally saw her true colors. He said that she never told him she had cancer. He was apologetic and knew the whole situation was awful for J, because he truly is a good guy. 

We learned later that her parents bailed her out and bought her a house in our town so that she had a place to live. She then told everyone that Chris also abused her and that’s where her scars came from. It’s been almost 10 years since this craziness happened and all we know is that Caitlin had a child with a cop in another town who was apparently married to someone else. They apparently never got together, and she moved a few years later to another town nearby. 

Becky and I still look back on this time as the most unhinged period of our lives. She is still referenced as “Crazy Caitlin” and we honestly hope to never interact with her again. One thing I do fear about is the safety of her child. I know now what she was doing was similar to Munchausen’s and I don’t know if she would purposefully injure her child for attention. As for J, he kept the house but was able to move on and find another woman that he is now happily married to. He got the happy ending he wanted. Chris has since left town after divorcing his now ex-wife that he met after the Caitlin fiasco.

Sorry for the long post but I have always wanted to share this but didn’t have an avenue to do so. I hope you enjoyed it, because we certainly did not. 

Hey, I'm 17, and something insane happened recently. I haven't played football in years, but during a school match, I suddenly became the best player on the pitch. It was like I unlocked a hidden talent I didn't even know I had.

Let me explain. I started playing football when I was 12, but I was terrible. My shooting was bad, I didn't understand tactics, and I was so scared of making mistakes that I told everyone I was a defender, even though I was supposed to be a left winger. Back then, I didn't even know what "left winger" meant.

Fast forward to now: I've been watching a lot of Real Madrid games and studying Mbappé, who plays a similar style to me – fast, explosive, and great positioning. Watch him made me realize how important movement and smart plays are. I've also been hooked on the anime Bluelock, which focuses on creating the ultimate striker by mastering positioning, instincts, and teamwork.

During the match, I tried to put all of this into action. I even tried working with a teammate, like the main character in Bluelock does, thinking we could crush the other team. But he was awful. He slipped, missed every penalty I gave him, and had way too much of an ego to pass. I realized I had to carry the team myself.

And I did. I scored 5 goals (no penalties!), with solid dribbling and positioning, and even attempted high shots I used to struggle with. Looking back, it’s crazy because I recently played basketball (a sport I was once good at), and I was absolute trash. I didn’t score a single point, while here I was dominating in football – a sport I haven’t touched in years.

Is that normal? Have any of you experienced something like this?

"I've been with my boyfriend, Mark, for three years, and things have been great... mostly. He’s sweet, supportive, and everything I could ask for. However, despite being together for so long, he’s never introduced me to his family.

At first, I didn’t push it because he said his family was ‘complicated,’ but now it’s starting to feel personal. Every time I bring it up, he changes the subject or says, ‘We’ll do it soon.’ Holidays come and go, and while I invite him to spend time with my family, he always has an excuse when it’s his turn to include me.

I recently found out that his brother got married last year, and I wasn’t even told about the wedding! I’m starting to wonder if there’s a bigger reason he’s hiding me from them. Am I overthinking this, or is it a red flag? Has anyone been in a similar situation?"

hi, let me tell you my story. i am homeless for almost 3 years. my house and my town was fully destroyed by russian soldiers in 2022. but it is not a political story. i want to tell you, how such a tragic can change your mind and way of thinking. maybe it will help you, if you came threw the same shit or you will learn a bit more about how not to trigger people with such an experience. since that time i have changed my place of living 3 times and haven’t visited my home for 3 years, and will not be able to do that anymore. first interesting fact is that because of war i changed my place of living every year. and everything was changing with the place : the conditions of living, friends, ability to visit your family, school, life in total. i got so used to such a “tradition” that right now, after one year of living in city, where I stay and study now, and do not plan to move from here, I suffer from useless anxiety, that kinda “prepares” me for new changes. i am afraid of that i won’t be able to continue my relationship with my boyfriend, i got really tired and bored with my friends here, with my field of study, with my room, and even clothes. my mental health got so used to this “one-year membership” in particular town so I really want to move somewhere and again start everything from early beginning even thought i have everything going really well in that town where i live now, that is so tiring. second thing is that, you feel as an alien among other people who can visit their hometown and house. every time when somebody says “i am going home on weekends”, “look what i found in our house, i drew this when i was 5” or “when are you planning to go home?” i feel so, spoiled(?). i don’t judge this people, i am not angry with them, i just feel as some kind of broken toy, that’s cost is 50% smaller than all the others around. the third is the fear of forgetting your motherland. i really want to die in my 40-50s not to have a risk of all that old people diseases that attack you memory and mind. and every time when you find some photos or videos from your house and figure out that you forgot about some detail (in interiér for example), even the smallest one, you feel so guilty and angry at the same time. that is, i would say only 10-15% of all the mind changes that i suffer with after such a tragedy in my life. if you are interested with, i can tell more. feel free to ask any questions, i am opened for the dialog. #ask #story #mystory #mentalhealth #war

The smoke spirals upwards, and the noise from a distance engraves the night with confusion. A gentle breeze blows like a small stream, adding a romantic air to the surroundings for the lovers.

Anish seems perplexed. His eyes are half-closed, and his open mouth exhales smoke. On this winter night, the smoke makes everything hazy. Even his thoughts fly like birds, beyond his control.

He thinks of ending it all—the mess he has created. A sharp yet heavy pain grips his chest. He plans to take the ultimate step—the one a person contemplates when all other paths seem closed.

Anish has a family—his father, mother, wife, and a 14-month-old son to feed. Sacrificing all his comforts, including sleep, he works tirelessly day and night to care for them. But a sudden blow has devastated him, leaving him as fragile as a grain of soil. He had always wanted to quit his job, but he couldn’t—for his family.

He’s been fired from his job for his mistake—his foolishness. His only error was being frank. He Shared his experiences of trauma and stress with a friend, and eventually, his words spread, reaching the authorities. They took the most “appropriate” steps to maintain discipline.

Life feels like a curse for a father who finds his child without food or even the most basic comforts. Just a year and a half ago, he was blessed with a baby son. He clearly remembers that day. They waited anxiously as the doctor kept changing the time of the operation. He spent the day in white robes, having just lost his uncle two days earlier. Anish was teaching at home as a private teacher when he got a call on his phone. The timing of the call is strange.Usually, Anish does not get call from home unless it’s too urgent. As he suffers from anxiety disorder, family avoids to give him tension. So, call indicated something urgent happened. And those words from the another side were as hard as lightening. “ Jethu is in hospital. Reach there at the earliest”. He drove his bike without controlling the speed and his emotions. Tears rolled down like rain. And yes, when he met him ,he had died already. At 2 p.m., a nurse called him inside, and there it was—the greatest gift of all: his child.

From the very beginning, father and son shared a strange bond—one that was filled with love. He remembers the day his son first uttered the word: “Babba.”

He can think no more. His son’s sweet, loving face flashes continuously in his mind. He stops.

His eyes are drawn to a bird sitting on a heap of garbage.

Suddenly, he collapses, his mouth wide open.

A rush of people gathers around, the noise growing more urgent. Someone from the crowd takes him to a nearby hospital. The doctor checks him quickly and exhales deeply—a breath of failure.

In the distance, a bird flies upwards, without looking down below. An unspoken ambition faded away in the thin layer of the foggy air just like the flight of the wounded bird.

:This is a work of fiction, any names and situations that resemble actual events or people are simply pure coincidence:

The date is February 13th 2027. “I’ve lived a quiet life..” That’s what I’ve always said, my entire life has been quiet. Everything I’ve done is because people never really seemed to want to know who I was, who am I? today has been the Strangest day of my life, I woke up in a place I’ve never been, When I woke I opened the curtains to see a bustling city, from Atleast 8 stories high. “What the fuck?..” That’s all I could think, I didn’t know what to say. But I’m Getting ahead of myself.

I’ve lived a life of solitude for the last 10 years of my life, in the middle of nowhere almost, I’m not saying I don’t have internet or power or nothing, of course I do it’s 2027 who wouldn’t have these things anywhere?.

It’s just been me, and my dog Bjorn. He’s a sweet, rambunctious, Australian shepherd. I’ve enjoyed my mornings waking up to him greeting me, and the morning sun shining through my window shades, and the sound of nature outside of my cabin for the last 10 years of my life, but waking up to this new world, this strange world I’ve never seen or even remotely know of where I could possibly be?

My first instinct once I opened the shades and saw the city was to quickly search this apartment in which I had woken up in, in a matter of a minute or two I had discovered almost nothing useful when I heard a knock at my door followed by the doorbell.

The one thing I Do know is, my name is Stryker Elwood, and I’ve got some sort of important role here in this city. But let’s get to the point, when I answered the door there was a chauffeur standing waiting there patiently as he seemed to think I knew what to do in this situation.

“Um, Good morning?..”

I said with a dry throat, after which I cleared my throat and smiled roughly rubbing my head.

“Sir, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your appointment in twenty minutes?..”

He said with a slightly annoyed tone to his voice, which I didn’t really like but I’m kind of a pushover sometimes..

“Oh! Right, my bad.. is it uh, is it a formal appointment?. Or should I just dress in something casual?..”

I couldn’t begin to understand what on Earth I would be doing at this early of a moment in the day, but obviously it was important as the chauffeur immediately rolled his eyes.

“Sir, you have a meeting with the chief of police today. Don’t you remember anything? Or were you up all night drinking again?”

He said with a slightly joking tone as he leaned against my doorway smirking at me. I quickly stood upright and furrowed my brow getting a bit anxious with his assumptions, I couldn’t let anyone know I didn’t know who I was or where I was..

“Of course not, I’ve just had a long night. Would you please let me get dressed now? If I’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes I don’t got a lot of time..”

Without hesitation I quickly closed the door and rushed to the bedroom, where I searched for a few moments to see if I had anything properly formal for this current situation.

Thankfully for me, whoever I currently am has plenty of nice dress shirts and a few good suits, so I quickly threw on those and grabbed something to drink quick, just a glass of orange juice. As if I knew it were in my fridge the entire time, some things were feeling a bit off about this new life, like how can I know something without knowing it?

It didn’t matter, I had a meeting and once I finished drinking the orange juice I went out the door and locked it from the other side, sliding my keys neatly into my chest pocket as the chauffeur was standing in the hallway waiting for me.

“Ahh, you’re a bit faster today than usual..”

He said with a chuckle, I scoffed at him slightly as he began walking ahead of me leading me to the elevator as we entered the elevator he pushed the basement button. My eyes followed his every move, as if I were analyzing everything around me.

“you say that as if I’m always late to something, what’s that about?.”

I muttered, as I looked him up and down for a moment locking eyes with his, narrowing my eyebrows.

“Well, if I’m being honest? You’ve been late to almost every meeting you’ve ever had with the chief.. which hasn’t been many, but I just don’t understand why you would push his buttons like that..”

He said with a slightly serious look to his face, before he turned to face the door once again. I was a bit confused by these things he was saying, late? Why would I Always be late to almost every meeting with someone as important as the chief of police?.

“Well, I guess my schedule must be a bit of a mess is all.. not that I’d purposefully be late to anything, I’m normally quite punctual..”

I said with a bit of pride in my chest, as I looked off at the control panel of the elevator smiling a bit. The chauffeur seemed to glance over his shoulder with disbelief in his eyes, but he said nothing else.

As we finally got to the basement floor he lead me to a beautiful looking car, it was pure fantasy I can’t make this stuff up. It was a gorgeous bronze, with black lines along its framework, A 2025 Mercedes-Benz S-class. I couldn’t believe it, he walked me straight to it. And opened its door for me, handing me the key-fob as he smiled and stepped away.

“Have a safe drive Mr’ Elwood.”

He said with a sigh, as he turned and started walking away, I immediately turned and spoke up.

“Hold on, before you go, where exactly was our meeting set to be at? If you know?.”

I knew I couldn’t just start driving around, if I were late this time I had a feeling things might not be going as good as I hope they will afterwords. The chauffeur turned and laughed a bit shaking his head as he started to raise his hand up.

“Listen, I don’t listen in on all your conversations and such.. I do know you mentioned something about meeting at the local dining hall, some sort of special event is supposed to be going on there tonight.. that’s all I know Mr’ Elwood.”

He shrugged, I smiled a bit that he was able to give me some sort of info, I than reached into my pocket to feel for my wallet and such as I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a hundred dollar bill reaching it out towards him. His eyes buldged from his head as he looked at it, than back at me slowly taking it from me.

“A-are you sure Mr’ Elwood? I haven’t exactly been super nice this morning?..”

He looked rather ashamed of his earlier behavior at this moment, I scoffed and smiled at him giving him a slow nod as I put my wallet away.

“Listen, everyone starts somewhere man.. I know you’ve got a tough job, I don’t want your job weighing you down to the point you don’t want to be here, that never helps any of us.. so go have a good night when you get off.. no point in not helping each other out now and than yeah?..”

I felt great, not only did I have the money to throw around but I could make peoples lives better now! It was a dream come true in some situations, it’s just I don’t really enjoy the attention that comes with money.

But that’s besides the point, I got in that car and I used the GPS to find my way to that dining hall. If I was to make it on time I had to get a move on, I started the car and whipped out of the parking garage quickly, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind me as my heart pounded in my chest from the thrill of the speed this car had.

I loved every moment of it, but I slowed down soon after as I realized I might get stopped if I kept driving like a race car driver. A few minutes went by as I followed my directions, I had reached my destination, and it was a very large beautiful structure. Something you would see in a movie scene where there was going to be some fancy meeting and than it ends up being something way different in the end..

“Well.. here goes, let’s hope I can smooth talk my way through this day without blowing my own head up.. I have no idea what I’m doing..”

I had to give myself a pep talk, however terrible I was at that.. I quickly got out and locked my car, walking across the street and up the stairs as I entered the large doors there was a man at a podium who was taking peoples names, and anything that might be a weapon. I smiled as I waited in the small line of people, once I finally got to the man he quickly put the book down and the pen and held out his hand.

“Mr’ Elwood. You’re early, the Chief hasn’t showed up yet, would you like to wait in the private room for him?.”

My eyes probably shined with happiness when I heard that I was early, I definitely felt happy to hear those words. I nodded to the man as I gave him a small smile, he had another member of the dining hall servers lead me to a private seating area, behind some large thick red Drapes. The typical looking ones you see in the movies and such?

“Well, this place is quite beautiful.. I don’t get out to this kind of place very often..”

I muttered to myself aloud, as he server chuckled at my comment. They turned and smiled at me as I sat down at the private table.

“Could I get you a Beverage Mr’ Elwood?.”

She asked me with a kind smile on her face, she seemed to be excited to be here, and just generally happy. I gave a small nod and I asked her. “What is served here? I am a bit parched..” she gave a nod and gently sat down a little piece of paper with some drinks on it, I looked through it and chose something light, I didn’t need to be getting drunk or anything. But a little wine never hurt anyone.

“Some muscat please, it sounds good. Thank you, and could you bring a cup of ice water with it?”

I handed her the paper back, along with a bit of money. She immediately handed me the money back and shook her head.

“Sir I cannot accept any tips, I could lose my job. But I will fetch your drinks for you.”

I was flabbergasted by her reaction, I didn’t think there would be any harm in taking a small tip in private but if she was serious I wouldn’t hesitate to listen.

“My apologies, yes, thank you ma’am. I’ll await the drinks..”

She nodded and walked away, I felt off in this place, this fancy place was giving me the heebe jeebes.. something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. But I brushed it off for the time being and took out my phone to check to see all of the info I could about this city, and maybe some insight as to who I was? Before I could get very far the server returned with my drinks, I put my phone away swiftly as I gave her a warm smile.

“Well you are quite fast, thank you very much.”

I said with a warm smile, as she smiled back and placed the wine and iced water on my table, she also placed some warm breadsticks in the center of the table.

“These are complementary, with any order of wine of course. You are waiting for others I assume, so I will give you some space until they arrive.”

I would nod slowly as she spoke, as I smiled back at her.

“Of course madam, thank you very much for the bread and the wine so quickly. Once my group shows up I’ll be happy to get a menu to order something else..”

She nodded her head and took a step away, as she turned quick and walked back towards the kitchen area. I watched her go, as I smiled to myself.

“I could get used to this life….”

I murmured to myself, than at that moment I snapped out of it. Shaking my head as I realized I was starting to fall into this world fully.

“No way… I can’t, I need to figure out what’s going on..”

I gave myself a dose of reality, I remembered my dog, my cabin, everything I had suddenly lost to waking up here in this life. It was a far cry, but I wanted to know where I was and how I got here, and how I still had my name.

this wasn’t my life, but it was?.. what was going on, and what sort of job could I have that allows me this kind of a life?. I’d soon find out, as I kept thinking to myself the police chief had showed up with two of his colleagues, or as i would assume they were.

They made their way towards our private sitting area, he had a big smile on his face as he approached us as he gave me a husky laugh, he was a heavier man, but not too heavy. As he sat down he smiled and spoke up with his husky voice.

“Well, well.. looks like your early for once, I didn’t expect that from you Elwood. What made you finally show some gumption?.”

He said before grabbing a breadstick and munching on it. I shook my head smiling a bit at his humorous attitude towards my early appearance.

“Well, I thought to myself. Now what in the world could I do to make that good Ole Chief crack a laugh?.. or maybe a smile or two?. So here I am, and I’m not disappointed.”

I said with a chuckle, smiling at the man, his two colleagues sat down alongside him as he let out a husky laugh once again.

“You know, you’re always surprising me Elwood, I don’t know why I ever think I can pin you for anything. I get to thinking your a tardy guy, than you go and do this. Before that I thought you were a total asshole, than you go and donate a shit ton of money to the homeless society. I can’t place my finger down on anything when it comes to you, you’re way too unpredictable.. that’s why I like you Elwood, you’ve got a lot of good in that soul..”

His words hit me hard, it was really touching to have such words said to me about me.. it was an odd feeling but it felt good nonetheless..

“Well.. I like to keep people on their toes that’s for sure.. as for the kindness.. I’ve always been that way, can’t go and let everyone think I’m some monster who hordes all his riches to himself now can I?.. that’s not right, Atleast I don’t feel like it is..”

It was good to finally be able to spread the joy I had in my heart of helping others, and it appears to me that the person I was before I got to this world was also just as kind as I am.. I didn’t know why I was brought here, or how I got here yet.. but I knew one thing was certain, I could help people finally, the way I always had dreamed of doing.

(Scene 1 end)

This is a real story
So one day (i was like 5)
My parents had my take my adhd meds you know the normal stuff. Little did i know that this time it was a difrent kind of medication and boy did my body know turns out i was alergec to the meds i took and started to hulucinate BUT ONLY WHEN THE LIGHTS WERE OFF?????(this caused me to have a big fear of big bugs it still bothers me) why i don't know but basically there were bumps of fur that only appeared when the lights were off now me being a little boy thought oh hell no these are spider eggs i called for my mom and dad it was not there for them (like no shit). this is not were the story ends though some years past and i get put into a new family (There awesome! im still with them!) they saw that i took these meds and were like oh lets put him on them again(i had not told them about the hallucinations yet) remember when i said i had a fear of bugs? BOY did satan cook up a storm that day I start to hallucinate its nighttime lights are on im the only one besides my parents home (drama and shit caused my siblings to get sent away for a while) and all of the sudden BUGS LIKE GAINT CREEPY FUCKING CRAWLYS ARE CRAWLING EVERY WERE scared the shit out of me!

so imagine your just trying to find a video on reddit when all of the sudden your brother comes in with a Degree ultra clear deodorant can stabs it and throws it into my room no context and holds the door shut basically making a sented smoke bomb.

This is a real story, wether you believe it or not is up to you.

So, in short, i kept hearing elevator like music coming from somewhere in my house.

I live alone with my dog.

This happened a few years ago.

When i first noticed hearing it was maybe 4 am, 5 am? I just went to take a piss when i heard it. Didn't really think much of it, thought i was half asleep still.

A few days later i heard it again. Not sure if it was the exact time but it was at night. I obviously got freaked out so i texted one of my friends, like "dude i keep hearing weird music". He didn't believe me. I mean obviously, who would? He said that maybe i left the TV on or my dog somehow managed to turn it on. So i got up and followed the music. It stopped as soon as i entered the living room. The TV wasn't on nor my dog near where the music had played. Maybe i really was just crazy. So i went back to sleep.

A few weeks or so later i heard it again, freaked out and texted my buddy once again. He told me to call the police. I hesitated for a while, i mean, what if i was just hearing things? Eventually i called them. They arrived about 10 minutes or so later. The music had already stopped before they had arrived.

They probably thought i was crazy.

After they checked all rooms they left.

The music didn't stop. Everyone thought i was going insane. My friend even told me to get tested on schizophrenia or something like that.

But the music was real, it was there.

After hearing it over and over i decided to finally check the house myself. I looked through every wardrobe and room. Nothing.

The music was coming from the living room, but i didn't know wether it was above me or under me. The next day i invited my friend over and after having to convince him we investigated one more time.

Obviously, we found nothing nor did we hear anything midday.

The police didn't believe me, my friend(s) didn't believe me. no one did.

After months of having to hear the same god damn music every night i tried selling my house. It took a while but someone actually was interested in buying it. It was an old lady. She was really nice.

I didn't tell her about the music, because i was scared that she wouldn't buy the house in the end.

After the old lady bought the house she actually invited me over a for a tea couple of times. She reminded me a lot of my grandma.

A few more weeks passed. I decided to go visit the lady again but when i arrived at the house it was up for sale. Did she pass away? I really didn't want to buy the house again so i left it as it was.

Til then, i never heard from her again or what the music was all about.

Thank you for reading.