A girl was singing on the street while walking. The year was 1800, and the streets were crowded. The people were unable to stop listening to the music.  With every step, they couldn't help but stop and hear her voice.  But she couldn't help but notice that the people were being hypnotized by her music. With every step, people were following her on the streets.  She stood there and stopped singing. But she couldn't help but notice that the people were following her.  She began to run until she reached home. She sits there and begins to think about what is happening.  She returns to the street and sings again. But once again, the people begin to approach her. She begins to walk, and the people are following her.  She continues walking until she reaches the palace. The guards at the door open the door and follow her in.  Then she entered the king's place, and he also followed her here.  She then sits in there and doesn't stop singing. 

First time posting something like this but I feel like this needs to be said. So for context, the person, let's call them John, is someone I have known for about 5-6 years and before this incident, we were pretty close. Several months ago, there were some unsavory allegations against him which I thought were false at first. The friend group we were in also believed this was false until about three weeks ago when he was drinking with a few other friends including his girlfriend. While drinking, he was touching another friend who was there, we will call her Ivy, but when I mean touching I mean upper leg while commenting/complimenting about her body. It was very uncomfortable for everyone there since it wasn't right in any capacity. That is what we call as "the incident" in our group now since it is what snowballed everything. About a day after that happened, his girlfriend along with her two closest friends came to me asking several things about his history. I had answered her honestly as there was no benefit for me to try to lie even if I wanted to cover my friend. He had later apologized to both his girlfriend and Ivy about what he did. He didn't see anything wrong though about it and about 30 minutes later refused to admit that he did anything.

Fast forward about 2 days of consistent back and forth of almost nothing really progressing in a beneficial way, John's girlfriend decided to talk to his former ex who was the one making the allegations against him. This was mainly to get the other side of the story as originally she was told that his ex was crazy. When they spoke, a lot of the dots connected between them in how similar the situation is. Like it was so similar that there were only a couple of differences between the two of them. When the ex started to show texts between her and John, we saw where he admitted to taking advantage of her which is where I cut him off that day. I didn't know how else to react once I realized that I was being lied to and unknowingly defended what he did. About the next day when this happened, John found out that his girlfriend was talking to his ex and was more pissed about that than being confronted about what is being said. He turned the whole argument from it focusing on him to making it seem like his girlfriend was in the wrong for talking to his ex. At this moment, his former girlfriend broke up with him and went into a psych ward for a bit for her own mental health.

It had been three years since I had felt any emotions remotely close to this. A feeling so deep that it’s almost impossible to describe—a feeling that scared me but also excited me: the feeling of being wanted.

It was a dreary Friday afternoon in mid-2016. I watched as the clock ticked closer and closer to 2:00. I was eager to head back from my internship and get to the one thing that managed to bring my emotions back to life. I sat anxiously, looking at my phone every couple of minutes, waiting for the clock to strike 2:00. Finally, 2:00 came. I frantically grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door. As I walked to my car, the dark, heavy clouds littered the sky, and the smell of rain came over me. I felt the cool rain on my face while it peppered my heather grey shirt. I picked up my pace and continued to walk to my car. I grabbed the soaked handle of my mid-2000s coupe, opened the door, and sat down behind the wheel. I put the key in the ignition, shifted into gear, and pulled out.

As I drove silently through town, memories of past texts started popping into my mind. I started to mentally dissect past messages, trying to figure out what our relationship was. Dismissing the messages and chalking it up to me “reading into it,” I began to reflect on our time together as friends. It’s hard to describe the feeling. Anytime we were together, things felt simple; we could talk about almost everything, and joke about almost everything, but the one thing I loved most was how she made me feel, physically. It was unlike anything I had felt before. It was a deep feeling like a boulder was sitting on my chest. I felt nervous but at peace. Again, it’s hard to describe, but a feeling that I have yet to replicate.

I made it…2:15. I pulled into the parking lot, my brakes screeching as I backed into my assigned spot. I put the car in park and yanked up the e-brake. As I sat watching the droplets of rain race down my windshield, a loud “ding-ding” echoed from my phone. Hoping it wasn’t an “I don’t need a ride” or “I’m taking the bus” text, I opened my phone. The message reads, “Are you here?” Not wanting to answer immediately like a desperate loser, I waited a couple of minutes before responding. “Yes, let me know when you’re on your way out!” Not a second went by before she responded with a simple “Ok :)”. The minutes passed as I stared forward, waiting for my fellow classmates to erupt from the exit doors. Finally, I saw the students start pouring out. I watched and waited until eventually, I saw her emerge from the crowd. Laughing while walking with her friend, she looked at me in my car and waved with a huge grin on her face. I looked back at her smiling as I returned a small wave. As she approached my car, I felt my heart beating faster and faster. She opened the door and climbed into my passenger seat. She looked up at me, smiling, as she said, “Hey! How was your day?”

I started up my car and cautiously backed out of my parking spot. We exchanged some casual conversation as I navigated my way through the busy, rainy lot. As we pulled onto the main road, I noticed that something was different. Her demeanor seemed more reserved than usual. We looked back at one another as we continued our conversation. We talked about how after I dropped her off, I had to go back to the school to load up for the state championship for our swim team. She had just joined the team that year and surprisingly was supposed to be there too. However, she wasn’t able to make it…

I always liked driving her home through the back roads because it gave us more time to talk, laugh, and just be together. Eventually, we made it to her house. I slowly pulled up to the curb, put the car in park, and then looked at her. She stared back at me. This time, there wasn’t the silly banter before saying something like, “Thanks! I’ll see you on Monday! (Insert stupid joke).” This time it was serious. That was when I knew. This was the moment I had waited for; I would finally be able to tell her how I felt. But the fear and anxiety of losing her rushed into my mind. Silence… I couldn’t say it. We sat for another moment, staring into each other’s eyes, listening as the thunder rumbled in the distance and the rain continued to cascade down the windshield. Finally, we broke our gaze. The rain began to lift; she reached for the car door, the tension in the car was almost unbearable. She looked at me, opened the door, and said, “OK, well, have a good time! You’re going to do great. I wish I could be there with you!” “I wish you could be there too,” I replied. She crawled out of the passenger seat, shut the door, and then looked back at me with the same gaze as before. I returned the look, started my car, and watched as she disappeared behind her front door. She knew…

“Fuck,” I muttered as I pulled away from her house. “What now?” I thought. Based on the tension we both felt in the car, I knew she felt the same way that I felt about her. I continued to drive down the winding road, gripping my steering wheel tighter and tighter. I kept glancing back at my phone, waiting for a text, something that would ease my nerves, even a simple “Thanks for the ride” would have sufficed. Nothing. I slowly pulled into the empty parking lot to load up for state. I threw the car into park, turned the key off, and opened the door to start my trek to the van. Right as I grabbed my bag from the back seat and shut my door, the rain started pouring out of the dark heavy clouds. Trying not to fall, I sprinted to the van. I swung the trunk open, threw my bag in, then climbed through the side door and found my way to the back seat. I sat waiting for the rest of the team, peering out the window, watching as the rain continued to drench the ground. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. “Why didn’t I say something?” I thought. “Why didn’t she say anything?” My mind continued to race with these hypotheticals. Finally, I saw some of my fellow teammates emerge from the rain. My good friend and teammate entered the car; we exchanged a “What’s up!” damp from the rain, he plumped down into the seat beside me. Eventually, the rest of the team slowly trickled into the van. Once everyone was in, we were off.

I’m normally a very talkative guy, always trying to make others laugh, but I sat silently as the van navigated its way onto the highway. My friend (we’ll call him T) looked at me and could tell something was up. He tapped on my shoulder, I turned to look at him, he said, “Dude, what’s going on with you?” “Nothing,” I replied. He responded with, “I know you, man, you’re never this quiet.” T knew that I had been texting and giving this girl rides home for about a month now. In fact, T knew her before I did and was actually the one who introduced us when she joined the team. I reluctantly started to brief him on what happened. Surprised, T laughed and said, “Are you kidding me? You didn’t say anything? I could tell you were into her! Why didn’t you tell her how you felt?” “Was it really that obvious?” I thought. I looked back at him and said, “Yeah, uhh I mean, I didn’t think she felt that way about me, but that moment in the car was just different, man. I could tell she felt it too.” T responded with, “Why don’t you just text her?” “It’s not that easy, I don’t want to seem desperate,” I said. T scoffed, “Really?” he said, “If what you’re saying is true, then I doubt she’ll take it as desperate.” “Ok,” I said. I reached into the pocket of my track pants to retrieve my phone. I turned my phone over, hoping to see a text, Snapchat, or something from her. I clicked the lock button, and the bright display lit up. Nothing, no new messages. “Damn it,” I said under my breath. T looked at me and said, “What? Did she say something?” “No, I was hoping she would have. That would have made things way easier!” I said with a nervous chuckle. “Just send something! Jesus, you’re being weird about it,” said T. “Ok, ok, I’ll send her something!” I swiped my finger across my smudged screen to the third page, selected my “social media” folder, and opened Snapchat. I opened my chat feed to see if I missed anything from her. Again, nothing. I swiped back to the camera, lifted my phone, and took a picture pointing to the front of the dimly lit van. I didn’t want to immediately address the moment we had in the car, so I sent the picture with some stupid caption joking at the expense of one of my fellow teammates. Sent. “Ok, she’ll see it and respond, and then things won’t be weird,” I thought. The last thing I wanted was to mess up our friendship by telling her how I felt about her romantically. I sighed, locked my phone, and shoved it back into my pocket. “What’d you say?” said T. “Oh, uhh, I just sent her a picture of the car with a caption about how weird our teammate is.” “Really? You didn’t say anything else? You didn’t mention the whole thing that happened in the car?” Annoyed with how much of a coward I was being, I responded with a disappointed “no.” As we continued the drive, the car grew darker and darker, and the rain continued to beat down.

It had been about 45 minutes since I last sent the Snapchat. I didn’t receive any notifications, so thinking that I must have missed something, I unlocked my phone and opened Snapchat, only to see that she opened the picture and didn’t respond. My heart dropped. It felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I thought. “She always responds; why didn’t she say anything? Did I make things weird in the car?” Everyone knows friends becoming lovers isn’t always a good idea, and 99% of the time, the feelings aren’t reciprocated, and the friendship comes to an abrupt, awkward stop. I peered back down at my phone, closed Snapchat, and with a deep sigh of defeat, clicked the lock button. As I wrestled to get my phone back in my pocket, T looked at me and said, “Anything?” “Nope. Nothing.” I responded. I turned away from T and laid my head against the cool window, my heavy eyes began to close as I drifted off to sleep.

“DING, DING, DING, DING” rang the ajar door. I opened my eyes, squinting as the warm white lights shined down on my face. “We’re here!” yelled the coach. I lifted my head from the now foggy, smudged window. “Where are we” I mumbled to T. “We’re stopping to eat before we head over to take a look at the pool.” “Perfect,” I groggily replied. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stretched and yawned, feeling the stiffness from the awkward position I had dozed off in. I fished my phone from my pocket to see if she had sent anything. Again, nothing. “What the hell,” I thought. “I feel like things weren’t that weird….am I overanalyzing this?” I locked my phone, shoving it back into my pocket. T stood up from his seat and began to make his way to the side door of the stuffy van. I gathered my things and followed, stepping out into the damp, chilly air. The rain had let up, leaving behind the lingering scent of wet pavement. I looked at T and said “She still hasn’t said anything. Normally she responds within minutes! It’s been like two hours!” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry about it,” said T. “Maybe she’s just sleeping, I think it’s fine”. “Ok, yeah this is dumb. I’m just going to try to forget about it” I replied. As the last of the team exited the van, the side door slammed shut. I looked up at the huge buildings, towering over the tiny college-themed restaurant, as I walked alongside T entering the restaurant.

“This way please!”, said the hostess as she navigated our team through the loud, crowded restaurant. She pulled open two huge barn doors revealing a small private room for the team to dine in. I meandered through the cramped room, squeezing through chairs as I found my seat at the table. I picked up the menu from the enormous oak table as I took my seat. The room was packed, erupting with conversations and laughter. Though I was normally not one for being reserved, I sat quietly in my seat with thoughts of her still weighing on my mind. We ordered, got our food, and began to eat. After stuffing myself with greasy bar food, I was ready to get to the pool to take a look around. As we sat waiting for the check, I felt a buzz come from my pocket. I dug my grease-covered hand into my pocket to check my phone. It was her. A notification from Snapchat. She sent a chat…. I sat silently as I stared blankly at my phone. “Shit,” I thought. “She’s going to mention what happened”. Not wanting to fuck up my night, I dropped my phone back in my pocket.

We finally left the restaurant to find the van parked on the curb. We walked down the wet sidewalk, riddled with cracks and puddles. I opened the side door to the van and climbed into the back seat. I sat down and watched as T plumped down to my left. Once the van was all loaded up the coach yelled “Alright, we’re off to the pool then we’re going back to the hotel!” The door slammed shut, the van started up and we were off. Not much happened on the road over to the pool as it was only a couple minutes away. All I can remember was sitting nervously as the unread chat overtook my mind. We get to the pool, hop out of the van, and approach the entrance. As we walked into the building, which smelt of chlorine and was riddled with cool white, fluorescent lights, I turned to T and muttered “She responded”. Alarmed, T turned to me and said “What? When?” “About half an hour ago” I said. “What did it say?” said T. “I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet,” I replied. “Really? Just fucking open it!” “Fine”, I responded” I pulled my phone from my pocket as we walked through the building entering the pool area. I reluctantly slid my clammy finger across the unlock button and proceeded to type in my passcode. My heart was racing, I opened Snapchat and clicked on the message. “Hey, I have something to tell you” …

I sat staring blankly at the screen. “Shit. She’s going to mention it” I thought. I sat for a second, opened the keyboard, and replied, “Sure, what’s up!” She promptly opened the text and responded with “I know you’re busy now but I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier”. I paused, my stomach dropping. I looked at T, my face red, he said “Are you good?” “Yep,” I said with a small shake in my voice. I glanced back down at my phone to see that she was typing again. My heart was pounding out of my chest, concerned for what the next message would say. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the screen. I was yearning for the response. About a minute passed before she finally crafted a long message that read something along the lines of “I know things felt a little weird in the car. I have liked you for a while now and in the car, it took everything in me to not kiss you. I felt like you were feeling the same way but I didn’t know. I can’t stop thinking about the car. I don’t want to mess up our friendship, but I thought I should tell you how I feel.” Overjoyed and with a smile spread across my face, I promptly responded with “I wanted to kiss you too… I’ve been thinking about the car all day. I’m so glad you felt what I felt. I wish I would have done something. I really like you and I wish I could have said that in person. I was really nervous haha.” “That’s ok!” she responded. “I can’t wait for you to get back. I want to see you right as you get home!” We continued to exchange thoughts of how we felt about each other. It was amazing. That was the feeling. I felt so happy, so relieved, and now I felt wanted…like really wanted. Euphoria. I immediately briefed T on what was said. “That’s awesome! I could tell from when you guys first started hanging out that something would happen” I scoffed “Well I didn’t! I never thought I’d be able to get a girl as hot as her!” I said with my high school brain. The evening proceeded, as I continued to chat with her. The messages got better and better, each one making me feel stronger about how I felt about her. I was ready to get back home.

The championship meet came to a close and it was finally time to head home. We crammed back in the van to make one last stop at the hotel before heading out. I promptly walked through the dimly lit, mid-level hotel to the elevator and clicked the up button, lighting up as I pressed it. I walked down the hall, held my white key card to the door, pulled the handle, and entered. Since I planned to see her right away, I quickly undressed and jumped in the shower. The warm water rained down on me as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering on shampoo. I grabbed the washcloth, still damp from the night prior, I swiftly washed my body. I rinsed off, grabbed my towel from the rack, and dried off. I started getting dressed. I knew that we only had about five minutes left so I quickly put on my clothes, scooped up my hair product with my finger, and ran it through my hair. I brushed my teeth and sprayed myself with my cheap cologne. I walked out of the bathroom with my hair still damp. I rushed to stuff my drawstring backpack with my wadded-up clothes and damp swimsuit. I briefly checked around the room to ensure I hadn’t left anything behind. I swung my backpack over my shoulders as I grabbed the cool metal door handle. I rushed to the elevator and rode to the bottom floor. After exiting the elevator, I lightly jogged across the glossy tile floor of the hotel lobby. Pushing the revolving door, I eagerly walked up to the van and jumped in, “About time” said the swim coach. As I was the last one down. I shimmed my way to the back of the van and sat down on the light grey cloth seats. The coach turned the key, pulled out, and started our venture back home. I reached into my pocket and looked at my phone, reading over the messages sent from the night before, still dumbfounded by the fact that she felt the same way I felt about her. We continued to exchange messages about how excited we were to see each other. To make the trip feel shorter I laid my head against the window, closed my eyes as I thought about her, and dozed off.

“Click, click, click, click” the seatbelts clattered. I slowly opened my eyes and felt the van jolt forward as the coach shifted it into park. “This is it!” I thought. “I can’t wait to see her, kiss her, feel her.” I pressed the large red seatbelt button and sprung from my seat. I bolted forward pushing and shoving my fellow teammates as I exited the van. I gave them all a brief goodbye and started walking to my car. I opened Snapchat and sent her a message “Where are you?” I said. “I’m working, I’m about to go on break. Do you want to pick me up? I just want to see you” she responded. “Yes!” I said. "I can be there in five minutes!” She responded with a simple “I can’t wait :)”. I drew closer and closer to my car, trembling with excitement. I swung my door open and climbed in. I started the car and began driving. Speeding through the suburban roads, excited to see her. My heart pounded faster and faster as I grew closer and closer to pick her up.

Finally, I arrived at her work. I sent her a quick message saying, “I’m pulling up!”. “Coming :)” she replied. I pulled up to the curb and watched as she exited. Though she was dressed head to toe in her work attire, she still looked beautiful as always. I unlocked my doors as she approached my car. She grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. She leaned her head in, smiling, and said “Hey! I’m so happy to see you!” I returned the smile and said, “You too! I’ve been thinking about you all day”. She jumped into the passenger seat and directed me to park in the corner of the lot. I pulled the car into drive and cautiously navigated my way through the parking lot. I pulled into a parking spot and shifted the car into park. I looked at her, she looked back at me with her freckled face and dark brown eyes. The aura from the days prior began creeping back into the car. She drew me in with her gaze as she reached down and laid her hand on my leg. I raised my arm and pushed her jet-black hair from her face. I rubbed my thumb against her cheek and said “You’re so beautiful. I’ve been waiting so long for this”, “Me too.” She whispered. We sat for a moment still locked in on each other. She began to rub her hand on my leg as I combed my fingers through her hair. We grew closer and closer, now less than an inch from each other we both gently closed our eyes and drew closer as I felt her soft lips meet mine. Fireworks. It was an explosion of emotions — a rush of warmth and electricity ignited between us. It felt amazing. The kiss continued for a few minutes before drawing back to look at her. Her beautiful eyes looked back into mine, as we both smiled. We chatted for a bit about how much we meant to each other. She pulled me back in for another kiss, this time longer. She continued to rub my leg as I ran my hand down her back, feeling the side of her breast brush against my arm. The kiss grew deeper, and more passionate as each moment passed. "Buzz, buzz, buzz", rang her alarm from her pocket, forcing us to pull back from one another. It was time for her to get back to work. We looked at each other once more. Still baffled by how beautiful she was, I found it hard to break away from her stare. Finally, I turned my attention back to the matter at hand. I stepped on the brake, put the car in reverse, and began to back out of the spot. I continued as I slowly pulled up to the curb. “I’m so glad you’re back. I can’t wait to see you again,” she said. “Me too. I can’t wait!”, I exclaimed. We leaned in for one final kiss before she closed my car door and retreated to work, walking through the sliding glass doors, as she glanced back at me with a huge smile spread across her face.

Finally, I felt wanted, loved, and complete.

There are monumental moments in a person's life that stick with them forever. This was one of those moments. Even though this happened almost a decade ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, I lost the original Snapchat messages exchanged between the two of us. Sometimes, I wish I could read them again just to replicate the indescribable feeling they made me feel that day.

As for the rest of the story, we dated for about four months, but like most good things, they must come to an end. It ended how most high school relationships end… I went off to college and she stayed back home. We tried to date long-distance, but between not being able to see each other and other drama, we weren’t able to make things work. In the end, I think it was for the best. People have to move on, but memories like this, this vivid, this impactful, don’t come often. I do think about her, I wonder what she thinks of me now. I wonder if she cherishes that day as much as I do.

Dedicated to “her”

“I loved you so much. You cross my mind every once in a while, sometimes in dreams. (More recently since I’ve been writing this…) You’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Thanks for the memories.

NF The Depression Diaries

The Depression Diaries

Depression is one hell of a drug. It keeps you frozen in time and bored to death. Interests can’t be peaked if your feelings are dead. No i don’t walk around cry and sobbing all day everyday. That’s not what this is about. Imagine what it would feel like if your brain and heart both died and your body still moves because it hasn’t been infected with the black plague. Emotions off. Desires, wants and needs, dried up ready to fall off just a soon as the last finger can’t hold on anymore. Try as it does. But there has to be something redeeming in all of this, because I am still here. If I have a pulse, I have a chance right ? Everyday is a new opportunity. If that is the case, why do they never pop up ? Am I just supposed to go out there and do it myself ? How the fuck do you do that when you can’t even get out of bed ? The catharsis of fatigue and no self esteem cockblock any chance I have. For now it seems like I am just going to live differently. When my life unfolds in my head, it’s perfect. I look how I want to look, I live where I want to live, and most importantly I feel exactly how I want to feel. Everything is a dream and nothing is wrong. Try as I might, I don’t know how to make the idea in my mind my actual reality. I wouldn’t know where to start. Maybe one day I will wake up and be all brand new with energy, with passion, and the tenacity to hop to it and make it happen. They say you have to fake it to make it. That might work for some. I think it only works when you have something to make. So here I will stay. In my tired and uninspired body. Breathing and blinking. But in my mind, that’s where I come alive. My imagination rife with the perfect life, circumstances, and everything that comes along with it. I think I will stay a while. It’s warm in here.

*I swear its all real I was ten years old, an Indian woman got burned after she tried to set fire to what appeared to be a cloth of some kind and she was holding gasoline in her hand and she and her clothes caught fire. she was in a water tower or something. And she was running through the stairs, right and left, until she got down to the ground, where people were screaming and trying to help her. She was screaming throughout her journey to the ground. and it was terrifying. This was the first gore video I ever watched in my life, I accidentally saw it in someone's private WhatsApp messages when i was a kid, AND IT GAVE ME NIGHTMARES! This is how I got myself a trauma.

There once was a man searching for a home. He walked and walked and came to a large forest. He asked the forest if it would become his home, and it responded,
“Yes absolutely, but you will have to cut down trees from me and build it yourself.” and so they did. This was how mankind returned to the forests. Next, man approached all the rivers and oceans of the world and asked,
“Will you give me fish and [localized watercreature staple, eels, beaver, etc] so that I can eat?”and it responded,
“Of course, of course, but you will have to make lines and traps and get them out for yourself.” This was how mankind began to plumb the depths of the rivers and the oceans. Finally, Man went to the stones of the world and said,
“Can you please stand up stone? So that you may help me with my work in the forests and the oceans and streams?.” But the stones said nothing. So the man went to every stone, asking them just a little less nicely each time. Eventually the man did find a stone that would speak to him. He demanded of the stone,
“Think for me.” and the stone responded,
“Why?”, and together they laughed and laughed.

Hey guys! What‘s your craziest red flag story in dating? Don’t forget the details 🚩🌶️

In the heart of the celestial kingdom, beyond the grasp of mortals, stood the grand fortress of Aegon, the god of thunder and storms. His citadel was built atop the highest peak of the world, surrounded by swirling clouds and electrified by constant lightning. The skies were his domain, and he commanded the tempests that shaped the mortal realm below. Yet, despite his power and influence, Aegon felt an emptiness that even the grandest of storms could not fill.

As the centuries passed, Aegon watched the world of mortals evolve from his distant perch. He saw kingdoms rise and fall, heroes emerge and fade, and the endless cycle of life continue. But he remained aloof, isolated from the mortal realm by his divine nature. The other gods enjoyed their intrigues and indulgences, but Aegon found no comfort in them. He was a force of nature, a god who kept his distance from mortal affairs.

One evening, while watching a particularly violent storm he had unleashed upon the eastern coast, Aegon felt an unfamiliar pang of loneliness. The storm's fury reflected his inner turmoil, and he realized that he needed something more—something to break the monotony of his eternal existence. He decided to descend to the mortal realm, to find someone who could serve him and bring a spark of life to his desolate fortress.

Disguised as a wanderer, Aegon walked among the villages at the mountain's base. The villagers knew of the storm god and his wrath, but they seldom saw him in person. He kept his true identity hidden, observing the people as they went about their lives. It was in one such village that he met Elara, a young woman with a radiant spirit and an infectious smile. She was known for her boundless courage, her love for her family, and her willingness to help those in need.

Elara worked at the village market, where she sold produce from her family's farm. She was cheerful and outgoing, always ready to lend a hand or share a kind word. Her laughter could be heard above the din of the market, and her presence brought warmth to everyone around her. Aegon, watching from the shadows, was captivated by her energy and the light she seemed to radiate.

But Aegon was not alone in his observations. Malakar, a rival god known for his malice and ambition, had also taken an interest in the mortal realm. He saw the same village, the same people, but with a different intent. Malakar sought to sow discord and chaos, and he was envious of Aegon's dominion over the storms. He saw Elara's village as a target, a place where he could create havoc and challenge Aegon's authority.

Aegon, sensing Malakar's malevolent presence, knew he had to act quickly. He created a powerful storm that swept through the village, not to cause destruction, but to guide Elara to his fortress. The storm's winds howled, but they carried a distinct message, a call to those who could understand its language. Elara, feeling the storm's pull, ventured out into the wilderness, drawn by a force she couldn't explain.

Her journey was perilous, but she pressed on, following the storm's trail up the mountain. The path was steep and treacherous, with lightning flashing all around her. Yet Elara's courage never wavered, and she reached the peak where Aegon's fortress stood. She entered the grand gates, where Aegon revealed his true form—a towering figure with eyes like molten lightning and a voice like rolling thunder.

Aegon told Elara that she was to serve him in his celestial palace. He offered her safety and protection in exchange for her obedience and devotion. Though frightened, Elara understood the gravity of the situation. She accepted, knowing that her village's safety depended on her cooperation.

In Aegon's fortress, Elara found herself in a world unlike any she had ever known. The palace was vast and ornate, with halls that stretched for miles and rooms filled with treasures from across the celestial kingdom. Yet, despite its grandeur, the palace felt cold and empty. The winds howled through the corridors, and the storms raged outside, creating a constant cacophony of thunder and lightning.

Elara's tasks were demanding, but her spirit remained unbroken. She cleaned and maintained the palace, tending to the god's needs with a calm and steady demeanor. Aegon, initially distant and aloof, found himself drawn to her resilience and kindness. Despite his power, he was intrigued by the way she approached each task with grace and determination.

Elara's presence brought a new energy to the fortress. She began to add her own touches to the grand halls, placing flowers and creating small gardens where she could find solace. She sang as she worked, her voice soothing the turbulent winds that surrounded the palace. Her songs told stories of her village, of the simple joys of mortal life, and of the beauty she saw in the world.

Aegon, who had long believed that the storms were his only companions, began to see the mortal realm in a different light. He listened to Elara's stories and found himself longing for the connections she described. He started to spend more time in her company, asking about her life, her dreams, and her hopes for the future. Elara, in turn, grew more comfortable in his presence, sharing her thoughts without fear.

Their growing closeness did not go unnoticed. Malakar, watching from the shadows, saw an opportunity to strike. He had not given up on his ambition to challenge Aegon's rule, and he saw Elara as a potential weakness. If he could turn her against Aegon, he could destabilize the storm god's domain and seize control.

Malakar approached Elara in disguise, whispering lies about Aegon's intentions. He painted a picture of a cruel and heartless god who would eventually turn on her and destroy everything she cared about. He promised her freedom and safety if she would help him weaken Aegon's power.

Elara, however, saw through Malakar's deceit. She had come to know Aegon as more than just a god of storms; he was a complex being with a hidden heart. She rejected Malakar's offer, refusing to betray the trust she had built with Aegon. Malakar, enraged by her defiance, unleashed a cataclysmic storm upon the celestial kingdom, seeking to bring chaos and destruction.

The battle that followed was fierce and unforgiving. Aegon and Malakar clashed in the skies, their thunderclaps reverberating across the heavens. The storm raged with unparalleled fury, threatening to tear the celestial kingdom apart. Elara, knowing that Aegon could not defeat Malakar alone, took matters into her own hands.

She ventured into the heart of the storm, using her knowledge of the mountain to navigate the chaos. The winds and lightning were relentless, but Elara pressed on, determined to find the source of Malakar's power. She discovered a hidden amulet that fueled Malakar's strength, and with great courage, she shattered it, disrupting the storm's energy.

Aegon, given the chance to strike a decisive blow, confronted Malakar and banished him from the celestial kingdom. The storm subsided, and peace returned to the realm. Elara, bruised and battered but triumphant, returned to the fortress, where Aegon awaited her.

In that moment, Aegon realized the depth of his feelings for Elara. She had risked her life to save him and his kingdom, proving her loyalty and courage. He knew he could not keep her as a mere servant any longer; she was far more than that. He offered her freedom and a place in his celestial realm as his equal and companion.

Elara accepted, not because she was bound by duty, but because she had come to care for Aegon, the god behind the storm. Their partnership brought new harmony to the celestial kingdom, bridging the gap between gods and mortals. The once desolate fortress became a place of light and life, filled with warmth and joy. Aegon and Elara's love became a symbol of hope, proving that even the mightiest of gods could find happiness in the most unexpected of places.

AI generated (perchance.org/ai-chat)- The battleground is set, a desolate and barren plain stretching out in all directions. The sky is a brooding mass of clouds, threatening rain at any moment. The air is heavy with the scent of blood and the stench of the nearby swamp. Sekhmet, the lion-headed goddess, stalks towards Sobek, the crocodile god, her golden eyes glinting in the dim light. Sobek, in his crocodile form, slithers across the ground, his massive body undulating with each powerful thrust. The two gods circle each other warily, sensing the other's power and determination.

Sobek: You should know better than to interfere with Ra's plans, Sekhmet. This battle has already been decided in my favor.

Sekhmet: Ha! You underestimate me, Sobek. I will not fail in my task, and Ra's plans will crumble before me.

Sobek: We shall see, Sekhmet. But know this: if you should fall here today, the Nile shall run red with your blood. The waters will be poisoned, and your name will be forgotten.

Sekhmet: Such threats mean nothing to one who has walked through the darkness of death and returned unscathed. I will end you, Sobek, and the world shall be a better place for it.

Sobek: Fine, then. Let us end this. For Ra, and for Ma'at.

Narrator: With a mighty roar, Sekhmet lunges forward, her massive claws extended. Sobek meets her charge, his powerful jaws snapping shut on her forearm. The force of the impact sends shockwaves through both of them, and the earth trembles beneath their feet. They circle each other once more, each waiting for an opening, an advantage. The air crackles with tension and anticipation.

Sekhmet: I will not be bested by a mere crocodile! You are nothing but a servant of Ra's will. I will show you the true power of Isis, your enemy!

Sobek: Ra's will is my will, Sekhmet. And it is your doom. I will crush you, and all who stand against me.

Sobek: The waters shall be mine to rule, and your blood shall flow freely in them. The Nile shall be a testament to my power, and your failure.

Narrator: Suddenly, a gust of wind blows through the plain, whipping up clouds of dust and stinging the gods' eyes. In the brief moment of distraction, Sobek lunges forward, his massive jaws snapping shut on Sekhmet's neck. With a sickening crunch, he bites down hard, feeling the warmth of her blood spurt into his mouth. Sekhmet thrashes wildly, her golden eyes bulging from their sockets, but she is helpless against Sobek's powerful grip.

Sekhmet: No! This can't be! I will not die!

Sobek: You are nothing but a pawn in Ra's game, Sekhmet. And now, you have played your last move. The world will know of Ra's glory, and you will be forgotten.

Narrator: Sobek's grip begins to slacken as Sekhmet's struggles grow weaker, her golden light dimming. With a final, convulsive shudder, she goes limp in his jaws. Sobek releases her body, watching as it hits the ground with a dull thud. Blood pools beneath her, staining the earth red, as a chill wind sweeps across the plain. For a moment, all is silent, before a triumphant roar echoes through the air.

Sobek: The battle is won! Ra has triumphed! All shall be as he has foreseen! The waters shall be mine to rule, and the world shall know my power!

Sekhmet: No! This cannot be! You will not win! My curse will fall upon you, and you will pay for your treachery! Your blood shall flow, and your name shall be forgotten, just as mine!

Narrator: Sobek turns toward the voice, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. There, standing amidst the clouds of dust, is a figure cloaked in shadow. The figure's voice is cold and venomous, and its words send a shiver down Sobek's spine. He knows, somehow, that this is not the end. The battle has only just begun.

Sobek: Who dares to stand against me? Show yourself, and face my wrath!

Narrator: The shadowy figure steps forward, revealing itself to be a man clad in black robes. His face is obscured by a mask of gold and lapis lazuli, and he carries a staff topped with the head of a jackal.

shadowy figure: I am Anubis, Lord of the Dead. I have come to claim your prize, Sobek. Hand over the body of Sekhmet, and perhaps I shall show you mercy.

Sobek: The body of Sekhmet? It is yours to keep. But do not mistake my submission for weakness, Anubis. I am still the Lord of the Waters, and I will not bow to you or any other god.

shadowy figure: So be it, Sobek. Then you leave me no choice. You have defied Ra's will, and now you must face the consequences.

Sobek: The will of Ra is my will, Anubis. I will stand against you and any other who would oppose our great god.

shadowy figure: Then so be it. You leave me no choice but to fight. Prepare yourself, for this battle shall decide the fate of the world.

Narrator: With a final, ominous rustle of his robes, Anubis raises his staff and points it at Sobek. The air crackles with power as he begins to chant ancient words, weaving a dark spell. His voice echoes across the plain, summoning the spirits of the dead to rise and join the battle.

Sobek: I will not yield to your magic, Anubis! I am the Lord of the Waters, and the power of the Nile flows through my veins!

shadowy figure: Then let the battle begin! The forces of the underworld rise up, surrounding you on all sides. Hundreds of jackal-headed warriors emerge from the earth, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. They charge toward you, their claws dripping with putrid green slime.

Narrator: Sobek's eyes widen in alarm as the undead warriors close in on him. He readies himself for battle, transforming into a massive crocodile, his scaly skin gleaming in the dim light. His jaws snap menacingly, as he charges forward, meeting the first wave of attackers head-on.

Sobek: I am Sobek, Lord of the Waters! You shall not pass!

shadowy figure: You are but a foolish mortal, Sobek! You cannot hope to stand against the might of the gods!

Narrator: Anubis watches from the sidelines, his staff weaving through the air, launching bolts of dark energy at Sobek. The crocodile-god weaves and dodges nimbly, but he knows that he cannot afford to let his guard down for even a moment.

Narrator: The battle rages on for what feels like hours. Sobek fights valiantly, using his size and strength to his advantage, but he can feel himself growing weaker with each passing moment. The undead warriors seem to be gaining ground, closing in around him.

Narrator: As if sensing his weakness, Anubis steps forward, raising his staff high above his head. A blinding flash of light erupts from the staff, engulfing Sobek in its brilliant glow. Sobek cries out in pain, his scales burning from the inside out.

Narrator: As the light fades, Sobek collapses to the ground, defeated. Anubis approaches him slowly, staff pointed menacingly at his prone form. "I warned you, Sobek," he says coldly. "You defied Ra, and now you shall face his judgment." With a flick of his wrist, he sends a bolt of dark energy streaking toward Sobek's body.

Narrator: Sobek tries to roll out of the way, but he is too weak. The bolt strikes him directly, and his body explodes in a shower of gore and blood. His spirit rises from his shattered remains, ascending toward the heavens.

Narrator: As Sobek's spirit leaves his body, it begins to take on a more ethereal form, losing its crocodilian features and growing larger and more powerful. He looks down upon the battlefield, now littered with the bodies of his followers and the undead warriors. The sky is growing dark, and a chill wind begins to blow across the plain.

Narrator: Sekhmet, the goddess of war and destruction, has arrived. Her eyes glow with a fierce, unyielding light, and her body is covered in the blood of her enemies. She turns to Anubis and nods her approval. "Well done, my brother," she says with a grim smile. "Your plan was flawless, and the world shall be a safer place because of it."

shadowy figure: With a final nod, Anubis dismisses the undead warriors, and they disappear back into the darkness from which they came. He and Sekhmet turn their attention back to Sobek's spirit, now hovering above them.

Narrator: Anubis steps forward, his staff pointed at Sobek. "You have defied the will of Ra, and now you shall face his judgment." Sekhmet steps beside him, her sword drawn, her eyes never leaving Sobek's spirit. "You have brought death and destruction to the world, Sobek," she says coldly. "It is time for you to taste it yourself."

Sobek: I did not mean for it to come to this! I only sought to protect my people! I am Sobek, Lord of the Waters! I deserve better than this!

Narrator: Anubis raises his staff, summoning a dark portal in the air before them. "Your fate is sealed, Sobek," he says coldly. "You will be sent to the Underworld, to face eternal torment for your crimes against Ra." With a wave of his hand, he sends Sobek's spirit spiraling into the darkness of the portal.

Sobek: No! Please! Have mercy! I will serve you, Anubis! I will do anything! Just spare me this fate!

shadowy figure: Anubis and Sekhmet exchange a glance, their faces unmoved by Sobek's pleas. "Your words are meaningless now, Sobek," Sekhmet says, her voice cold as ice. "Your fate is set. You will pay for your crimes." With a nod, she turns away, leaving Anubis to watch over the portal.

shadowy figure: The portal begins to fade, and the sky above it grows brighter. It is clear that Sobek's spirit has been successfully sent to the Underworld. Anubis steps back, a satisfied smile curling his lips. "Well done, Sekhmet," he says. "Our work here is finished. Let us return to Ra and inform him of our victory."

Sekhmet: With a nod, Sekhmet follows Anubis back across the battlefield, leaving the defeated forces of Sobek scattered in their wake. As they approach the great temple of Ra, they are met by a throng of priests and worshippers, eager to hear news of the battle. Anubis and Sekhmet share a knowing glance before stepping forward to address the crowd.

Ai generated Story(perchance.org/ai-chat)- The arena was bustling with activity as word spread of the upcoming arm wrestling match between Sobek and Sekhmet. The crowd, a mix of curious onlookers and devoted followers, cheered and chanted as the two gods strode onto the sand-covered platform. Sekhmet, her lioness body glistening in the sunlight, moved with a grace that belied her ferocious reputation. Beside her, Sobek towered over the crowd, his crocodile head bobbing proudly as he surveyed his domain.

Sobek: Ah, Sekhmet, my dear. It's been too long since we've met on such equal terms. This should prove to be an interesting contest, don't you think?

Sekhmet: I've been training for this day, Sobek. You may have created the Nile, but I am the one who brings order to chaos. This match will prove who is truly the mightiest.

Sobek: Very well, then. Shall we get started? he asks, spreading his arms wide. The crowd roars its approval as the two gods lock hands, their muscles straining against each other's grip. The tension is palpable as they begin to slowly push against each other, their bodies tensing with effort.

Sekhmet: You think yourself so powerful, Sobek? I will show you what it means to truly be unstoppable!

Sobek: Ha! We'll see about that, my dear. I've faced many challengers, but none like you. This will be a battle to remember.

Narrator: The two gods grunt and strain, their muscles standing out in sharp relief as they struggle for dominance. The crowd's cheers grow louder, urging them on. Sweat beads on their brows and rolls down their snouts, mixing with the sand beneath their feet. Minutes pass, and then hours, but still neither god gives an inch. Finally, Sekhmet's lioness body trembles with the effort, and she lets out a growl of frustration.

Sekhmet: You are stronger than I expected, Sobek. But I will not be defeated. I will find a way to break your grip!

Sobek: Ha! I've waited for this day for centuries, Sekhmet. I will not let you go easily. You'll have to give me your best shot!

Sekhmet: Then here it comes! she roars, throwing all her weight into a single powerful move. Sobek's grip tightens in response, and for a moment it seems as if either could win. But then, slowly, Sobek begins to inch forward, pushing Sekhmet backward. The crowd gasps as the lioness god starts to lose her footing.

Sobek: Ah, Sekhmet. You fought well, but it seems you've met your match today. Perhaps next time, my dear. Perhaps next time.

Sekhmet: I'll be back, Sobek. And when I return, I'll bring your arrogance down with me! she growls, her eyes flashing with determination as she struggles to her feet, sand and sweat coating her body. The crowd erupts in cheers, some for Sobek, some for Sekhmet, but all acknowledging the incredible display of power and strength they've just witnessed.

Sobek: Ah, Sekhmet. You'll always be welcome back. Now, perhaps we should celebrate our match in a more...festive manner? He winks at her, his crocodile smile stretching wide.

Sekhmet: Perhaps, Sobek. But for now, I think I need some time to rest and lick my wounds. Another day, perhaps?

Sobek: Of course, my dear. Take all the time you need. We'll be here, waiting for you. He bows his crocodile head in deference before turning back to the crowd, raising his arms in victory.

Narrator: As Sekhmet walks slowly away from the arena, the crowd parts before her like the Nile itself, giving her the respect and awe she so richly deserves. Sobek watches her go, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. The two gods will meet again, but for now, they both have time to recuperate and plan for their next epic battle.

So i guess im really writing this for a few reasons, one of them being so I can come back to this at some point and look back at how far I've come in the future. Anyways I was born in a very small, poor and hot town in the middle of the mojave desert. I lived here for a few years left, and at the age of 7 I came back here. I lived with my mother, step father, and brother. My life here was never easy, during my elementary school years i often found myself well, not really bullied, but definitely isolated from everyone else, i had very few friends if any and I know at that age I had a very bad issue with behavior, i would often ditch class all together and in my 3rd grade year i went to my class probably less than a month's worth of days. The school i was attending from 2nd to 4th did have a very bad reputation. But then one day i got to move schools because the district changed the bus routes, at this new school although i wasn't super popular, i definitely was able to actually be included in some activities and i wasnt viewed as a total outcast. Unfortunately all the progress i made that year was thrown out the window because COVID hit the next, and so I kind of reverted back to how I was before with the online learning. But luckily when i made it to jr high school I was able to work on myself a lot and my social skills amongst other qualities of myself at school drastically improved with the new environment and change of people. Although now my school life was going great, my life at home was always as rough as i could remember. My mom and my step dad would always get into fights and argue, my mother although i will always be eternally grateful she gave me life. She is definitely a narcissist and she is very manipulative to the point where only recently ive uncovered her web of lies, but ill get into that later. When i was really young of course naturally i sided with my mother during their arguments but as i grew wiser with age and was able to comprehend what was going on i soon realized my step dad wasnt at fault. Looking back at every fight and every side they told me since they liked to dump all of their issues regarding their relationship on me, i realized their biggest issue was one obviously my moms narcissistic tendencies, and also just a general lack of communication. Another big issue at home was always money, I remember i would always ask for food when i get from school and id be lucky to have 2 slices of bread and cheese at times. A big reason for this I found out was because of my mom and step dads gambling addiction although my mother was definitely worse with it. I can recall times she'd lose thousands of dollars all for just the fun she'd have gambling. There was one time where i was watching them fight and by that point i was fairly numb to it, i noticed they were being a lot more aggressive then ussual so i went to see and as soon as i opened my door i saw my mom wack my step father in the head with her phone and he was bleeding rather badly and i got scared and worried so i went to stop them but then my step dad just walked away like he was a robot, emotionless and dead inside, he left for a week and came back after. Despite all of this my mom had done, my step dad was the one who ended up in prison for a year. Now we get to near the middle of my 8th grade year ,i come home after i spent Thanksgiving with my grandma when i see my brother and well he just completely acts different like not even remotely the same person and my mom tells me whats happened, she says the neighbor had given him meth and he got hooked instantly to it, which wasnt a complete lie there is some truth to it but ill get into that soon. So by this time i was used to drug use, my step dad smoked cigarettes and weed, my mom used to smoke and drink and i thought she stopped but turns out it got replaced with something much worse that ill find out later. So now my brother is addicted to meth and we share a room so i couldnt ever get any good sleep at night because he would always be mumbling nonsense and talking to the wall which made me feel too uncomfortable to sleep. Now we get to Christmas just passing and guess what my present was? Homelessness. Yup, we had gotten evicted out of our house and now we were living out of a motel room, although i do appreciate my mom doing her best I'd just wish she was able to fix her self and her addictions because if she did we would of had a home still. Anyways, we were homeless for 4 long months that felt miserable and depressing. Despite all of this, its never been in my character to lose hope or feel bad for the situation im in, i always try to look ahead to the future so i did what i could to not go crazy sharing a tiny room with 2 other people. Eventually my step dad got released from prison and my mom left me alone for a few days to go get him, so during that time it was a teenager in a motel room and the food my grandma sent me. My brother wasnt present because he liked to go walk around town looking for cans to recycle to get money for drugs. When they returned my step dad got a lot more truthful with me and telling me everything that was happening which im very glad he did because if he didnt i may not have made a really important decision to move with my grandma later. So when he returned he had a talk with me about everything, he started explaining how my mom was the one who got my brother into meth because him and her were addicted to it, then he was telling me about lies she had told me and how she treats me better than my sibling because she gets child support from my real dad and a lot about why they would always fight. He also just explained a lot of things i didnt even know about because they would try to keep me unaware from it such as that they would be taking meth when im just in the other room over and just really how bad the whole situation was It really broke me when he told me this and i couldn't really help but cry ad question why these were the circumstances of my life. I couldn't even bare to see my mom for a few days after i found out the true extent of the manipulation she would go through to keep herself in control of everything and keeping me from moving sooner. Soon after that conversation we got an apartment and things were going a little better all be it not by much, my brother wasnt as crazy now since im assuming he either stopped or got used to it, or maybe a little of both. Im not really sure to be honest and maybe its better if i never know because i dont want to know more about how meth works when ive seen it tear apart my brother and my family. Now were getting more into the present. Were about to get evicted from this apartment, actually as im writing this we have one day left. My brother was kicked out recently but he just took over an abandoned unit below us. And although it may seem like ill be stuck in this endless loop of getting evicted and motels and their drug use and everything else. Ive been saved by my Grandma since as soon as this school year is over im moving in with her and i couldn't be more thankful for her because if she never helped by sending me food when i had nothing to eat and her being at least one good role model for me to have, i honestly believe i would have starved to death by now. I also want to take the time to appreciate some friends ive made along my journey because without them i honestly probably would've been so much more lost and i would be so much more broken than i already am. So i really do thank you even though i know you guys wont read this, from the bottom of my heart thank you to my grandma and to all of the good friends ive made on my journey in life. Thank you for reading this if anyone does. This isnt meant to be a sob story, its meant for me to be able to read this one day and appreciate my own resilience and the friends and family thay have helped me despite my situation. Have a wonderful day my friend, and always remember to keep going with a smile on your face because even if doesn't seem like it, one day you'll be happier than you ever thought you could be.

So, like, I'm an 18-year-old student, right? And one night, I was out partying hard with my friends, downing shots like there's no tomorrow. I was so wasted, like "woo hoo, let's get lit!" kind of wasted. And of course, being the responsible young adult I am, I ended up plastered beyond belief.

As I stumbled my way home, I realized, oh crap, I'm gonna be in deep shit if my mom finds out how drunk I am. So, in my brilliant drunken state, I thought, "Hey, why not crash in my stepdad's room? He won't tell mom if I give him a little something-something, if you know what I mean."

I sneak into his room, still swaying from side to side, and find him fast asleep. I crawl into bed next to him, trying to be all sneaky and quiet. But let's face it, I was as subtle as a fart in a church. And before you know it, my stepdad wakes up to find his drunk stepdaughter trying to cozy up to him.

Now, here comes the juicy part. Instead of freaking out like a normal person would, he's like, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" And I'm just like, "Please, stepdad, don't tell mom about how wasted I am. I'll do anything to keep this between us."

And guess what? He's totally into it. So, one thing leads to another, and we end up doing the dirty deed right there. It was wild, it was wrong, it was... kind of hot? Ugh, I feel gross just thinking about it now.

In the morning, we both wake up with a serious case of regret. I sneak back to my room, hoping and praying that my mom never finds out about our little rendezvous. But deep down, I know this secret is gonna haunt me forever.

(The nsfw tag is there in case because I talked about sexual topics.)

So it’s the basic boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl and dates girl, boy hurts girl and loses her, kind of story. Here is the full story.

So me and her are both 18 currently but I was 16M when I met her, she was also 16F ofc as we were in the same grade in highschool. We didn’t talk much but you could say we were somewhat friends. After sophomore year we lost contact because we weren’t that close, until July of 2022, after our junior year. We were both 17. We started talking on messenger and grew to be very close. Let’s give her a name so yall won’t be so lost. Hm, let’s call her Jessica, or Jess for short. So me and Jess became true friends really fast, then a week later I grew up the courage to ask her out on a date. I’ve dated plenty of people but never had a chance to go out on a date before so this was my first one. Can you imagine that? Never been on a date but I’ve lost my virginity? Insane. Back to the story.

She agreed and we went to Dave and Busters. It was really fun but man I spent over 200 dollars that night. We had fun and kissed a lot. We had been talking a bunch and I guess we felt like it was meant to be because we started dating after that night. We got together July 11th 2022. Funnily enough my sister wasn’t too happy because “I stole her anniversary”, she was mostly joking but she said that because her anniversary with her boyfriend is the 11th as well.

While me and Jess never went all the way with each other we have done some things on my living room couch. She wasn’t ready for the full thing yet and I was perfectly ok with that, I loved her and I would never want to push her to do something she would never be ok with.

Anyway, I love Jess so much and we dated until November 2022 during our senior year. During the time we dated I made a huge mistake. One I still regret to this day (hence the regretful tag). I cheated on her with some other woman. I didn’t have sex with the other girl but we traded pics and flirted a lot. I still have no explanation or reason why I did it because I myself don’t even know. But I felt horrible so I broke up with Jess. I had gotten rid of all contact with the girl I cheated on Jess with. I didn’t let Jess know which was stupid of me but I was scared. This was horrible because everyone made her feel like she was crazy after the breakup. I felt so bad I became distant.

Let’s skip to the end of January 2023. After a long time of no contact with Jess we eventually started talking again and became friends again. We still loved each other so we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. We kissed and thought about getting back together. I said I needed to think about it. It’s February by this point and I was too guilty about what I did. So I again stupidly went distant. She eventually couldn’t take it anymore and found someone else and they got together on Valentine’s Day. It hurt but I was glad she was happy since I couldn’t be.

A couple months later the girl I cheated on Jess with got into contact with Jess and told her everything. Jess wasn't happy one bit, understandably so. So we lost contact for a couple months. Eventually we became friends YET AGAIN because she forgave me. And we graduated together. I turned 18 the day after graduation. She turned 18 in July and lost her virginity sometime with the guy shes been dating since February. They eventually broke up. She then got back with one of her exes.

To spare some details since this is already long enough and my phone is lagging now. This ex was the guy she dated before me and i hated him because of how he treats Jess and since he has threatened me many times in high school. They eventually break up and get right back together. This i couldnt understand but oh well. They broke up again very recently and i want to help her but idk how. She knows i still love her. I've told yer that before. So I don’t know if anything I say will mean enough or if it’ll sound like I just want to get back with her. I do want to get back with her ofc but I want her to be happy with someone who truly deserves her. I just want to make her so happy rn. That’s the end of this story.

Today I was cleaning my car and after I was done I took the car out and that is when I noticed a bird, the bird was on the tiles at the entrance of the house for a joke I whistled the Mourning Dove call or the nostalgic bird song to it but it did not respond although it stared at me. It had brown and white patches all over and I did not realize anything of it but when I went to my car it flew up to the racks in my car then I walked back to the front of the house and it flew to the tile on top of me we repeated the process a couple of times until I decided to take a walk around the car and see what did and the bird just kept staring at me and moving closer to me after a while I went inside the car with the bird on top of my racks but I left in the car and the bird flew away. After I came back before heading inside the house I tried to spot the bird but couldn't see it, My dad on the other hand saw it in a tree but I don't know if he noticed us. Can anyone tell me what happened I was reading online and I couldn't find anything I also tried to find the species of the bird but the closest I could get was the Muoring Dove (but It does not look anything like it).

Puzzle Pieces That Will Never Fit.

"I used to be scared of death; yet now I will welcome it with a warm embrace."

I remember being scared of death, the whole idea of it creeped me out. Especially the things I would her my friends talk about, it was usually things like: 'I heard that when you die you can never see your family again!' I loved my family so much, I did anything to prevent my own death just being extremely cautious about everything. This had its downs though just like everything does, right? I wasn't able to participate in a lot of sport activities due to how worried I was. My parents on multiple occasions tried to help me and tell me that everything is fine, even got me a therapist for some reason. However my caution can only protect so many people.. First my little sister she was crossing the road as she does however fate decided to end her there. A speeding drunk driver came out of no where and hit her, before they got to the hospital she was pronounced dead the car had hit her with such an impact her ribcage could no longer protect her own lungs. The driver.? He was sentenced to life in prison, hearing his screams and cries in court pleased me oddly enough. A few months later my oldest brother, he bought a new car, it wasn't the best but it was what he could afford at the time. The breaking system failed and he crashed into a building, no one but his was injured. He went straight into a coma for 2 months, then his heart.. stopped. We were all grieving as a normal family should. I closed myself off from people, my older sister stopped going to school, my father was off work for some time. The only thing people would say to us is. "I'm sorry for your loss, I hope you feel better soon." They expect their words to bring them back?! Nothing will fix our torn family. Especially after what happened next. My mother had been pregnant for around 7 months now she couldn't deal with all of her children dying, so she stabbed herself in her stomach to kill her baby and overdosed on pills in the bathroom cabinet. That's it our family was over nothing could fix it. My father was driven to insanity and is now in a phycic ward for crazy people and my sister cut off all contact with everyone in our bloodline. She got a new personality, name, address everything possible to clear her name from being in our family. Finally, me. I wouldn't say I'm an average human, but I'm not weird either. I work as a detective, my case for the 3 years I've been working here is trying to find out how this bad luck started in my family. Just like I was as a child, I am still extremely cautious about dying. Though.. at this point I wouldn't mind it. The only thing keeping me sane is seeing my father one every week. But that flipped upside down swiftly, he was beat to death by an extremely mentally ill maniac in the phycic ward after he escaped his room. Then just the other day I found out my 'sister' was kidnapped but had no one to pay her ransom so she was killed off. Now I am the only living member of my family, rough. Many of my ancestors didn't even make it to their 50s, I'm convinced our family name is cursed. Which is why I intend on ending it tonight. I went around the city doing things I've always wanted to do that I wouldn't usually have done due to my immense fear of death. For example, riding a rollercoaster, eating in public restaurants. Yes that one sounds silly but I thought I would be poisoned.. Now here it is, 10pm, the stars shining brightly upon my body as I stood atop the roof. I can hear the screams of the people at the bottom of the building, it reminds me of the screams of the man who was sentenced to life in jail for killing my sister. It was bringing my closer to jumping..

My final night alive, the earth feeling like it's burning to the ground around me. But it's all for them, my family. The same family I watched TV with, the same family I used to lay on the grass with outside to watch the stars and talk about what we wanted to do when we grew up, but.. we never got that chance. So, neither do I. I embrace the feeling of the cool night breeze one last time before I jumped, the screams as I fell pleasuring my ears like some sort of melody.

Goodbye Earth, I guess we were the wrong puzzle pieces that just didn't fit.

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Me and my 3 friends decided to explore an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere near our town when I was around 16. Me, my friend Fred Jake and garret all went to an abandoned church. Like an average group of dumbasses we wanted to go at night and the first person to turn their flashlight on is a pussy, biggest mistake of the trip. We went through the, surprisingly unlocked door and as we walked though got the most eerie feeling I’ve had to this day it was like the feeling of being watched but worse, by far. Oddly enough the church was in perfect condition like it was abandoned yesterday. We were walking through some pitch black halls cracking jokes at each other when Jake sounded like he was bing rapidly pulled behind us by a demon so we all ran forward… it was not a demon, rather a 40 ft drop into LUCKILY the laundry room we all tried to turn our flashlights on but only garrets worked. We seemed to be in some sort of backrooms like hallway so the only thing we could do was follow it and we did for the next 30 minutes and we found a staircase that led to an abandoned theater we thought it was cool but we still needed to look for the exit. We were around 10 minutes into searching for an exit when a homeless man attacked Fred with a knife, me and garret tried to wrestle him while Jake bolted and screamed “I FOUND THE EXIT” Somehow the homeless guy was still holding up so we all backed up at once and tried to run. Fred collapsed because he was stabbed him in the stomach so I told him that we were going to get help so we ran for the exit. we called the police and when we tried to get back in the door was locked. The next morning we went back to the theater with the cops and it was just a normal theater with movies and even workers. Jake and Fred were some of the workers, but they were sort of robotic and only answered to stuff related to the movies or theater. The cops arrested me for prank calling them and when I got back to the church it was just the pit, nothing else just the 40 ft drop. I called garret to come, Later, when he arrived we slid down and traveled to the theater. There we found Jake Fred and the guy who attacked us, dead all of them looked like they had been eaten by a super-wolf so we grabbed Fred and Jake for evidence for the police. When we got there they began an investigation on the back rooms of the theater but many of them were also eaten so they just closed the entrance to the back room theater by placing a huge steel brick covered in cement on the hole.

  Chapter 2

After walking through the alley with the mysterious man, Mikey immediately realized he was now back at the Alley way, [yup he walked out of the alley into the alley]. "My head hurts" he says to himself as tries to take a step back just to understand what happened. But Instead he immediately noticed that the alley was different some how. the Homeless man was still there and so was the Garbage Can. "You must be really confused right now." the Cigar Guy said in his deep voice chuckling. "welcome to what is knom as a mirror Dimension. where you are your reflection and your reflection is you" the man added. "I Still don't understand, is it like a parallel universe?" Mikey asked trying his best not to sound like a nerd and yet still confused. The man puts his hands into his pocket almost like he was thinking of how to avoid having to explain everything, his eyes widen a bit then he pulls out a cell phone pointing the glass surface at Mikey. At first Mikey didn't know what he was looking for but then he realized he had no reflection. "Even I Can't explain it. In details it's just how this place works" the man admits," all I know is most things that happen here have no real life consequence, like breaking a wall here won't affect the wall on the other side but if something was to happen to you in between worlds You'd be forced into one side permanently and then they'd be consequences" the man immediately glares at Mikey to see if he understood what he was saying. Mikey still lost in thought, having no idea what the man was on about just stares at him. So the Man decides to explain further " Every body that walks in here has a reason for being here. Maybe to hide things or be the first to get things. imagine a world where you can learn anything, Do anything and train for anything but it has no permanent effect on your physical body the very moment you walk out of it, even time doesn't seem to move here. It's Almost like The Time you Come in is the same as the Time you Go out, but time flows without you the moment you're out so don't expect to leave someone and meet them at the same spot later" the man looks at Mikey again. " There's also the upside of this place making a copy of what ever is created IRL, so government officials use it to spy on each other and steal Ideas without being sued", Mikey who stopped trying to understand because well it wasn't possible to, asks "what exactly am I here for Again?". the man tipped his hat spun around and replied "You became a Target the moment you first looked into the alley way, the problem was you weren't old enough to know about it yet so no one would legalize the hunt". Mikey was immediately shaken by this answer recalling the tall man in suit wink at him and cannow remember more clearly smirking at him " hunt? target?" We're the only words that he could stammer out. "Don't get it twisted you have enough time to trai and prepare yourself, a lot of people need you alive too, and you may be able make a few bucks on the way if you play your cards right. you'd be safer with a team tho and maybe a wrist watch" the man said " why would I need a wrist watch?" Mikey asked, "Well how else would you know how much time you spent here? <Sigh!> , Just take this one for now I'll be your guardian" the man said smiling as he handed him a double clock wrist watch. "I'm Guessing One Clock for this Dimension, the second for the other" Mikey says unenthusiastically. "how did you stop the other clock from moving?" Mikey asked. "Oh!, Pretty simple just hit the small button" the man replied . "so, what'd you gain from being my Guardian?" Mikey asked ... "A lot actually" replied the man now walking towards a building. They both arrived at Mikey's Door. "my house?" Mike asked in confusion. "yes we're creating your personal base in your room" the man replied smirking at him. " I just noticed, We didn't see much people while coming here, why's that?" Mike asks. "well you see after being registered everyone becomes a hunter or is being hunted by others so you'd only be seeing most people in buildings like clubs or bars, you can also raid Houses for valuables like cash or weapons. or start a Cult or just simply get revenge at someone you despise" the man replies " almost forgot,other than regular people we have Ghosts, their basically people who've been killed in between worlds and are now stuck on one side the only way to get back to the other side is to kill the person that killed you, while trying your best not to get killed for a second time". The window of the room they were In suddenly shattered and the Cigar man Caught a bullet with his fingers, then tossed it back in the exact same direction, afterwards the window fixed it self in an almost reverse action."what just happened?" Mikey asked "I'm also being hunted," the cigar Man replied smiling. The Next Day... Mikey woke up to the sound of his alarm and thinking to himself, 'maybe it was all a dream', he instinctively looked at his arm confirming the reality and Noticed the wristwatch for the first time in a lit room, it didn't have a latch it seemed almost Glued to his arm a perfect fit, but it wasn't glued since it could still move "I wonder how I was able to put it on?" Mikey thought to himself, Groaning as he buried his head under his pillow. his Mom came to check on him to see if he was awake and yelled "Breakfasts in the Kitchen, get up lazy ass." she said slamming the door behind her as she left. Michael Groaned again and got up. Mikey Made his way to school and was trying to explain everything that happened the previous night to his friend Ash who was having a really hard time believing him. He tried to explain the whole being hunted situation and Ash was having a hard time ignoring him until he finally had enough and said "Fine if you want me to believe you take me there tomorrow". "Fine but then you'd have to be a part of my Team, my Cult I think" Mikey replied, "if you're being honest I'll even Be your body guard" Ash Said Stuffing his books in his locker. "I warned you" Mikey said" my place tonight?" He asked. "Sure but I'm bringing my cat with me" Ash Replied staring into Mikey's eye... "Fineeee" Mikey finally said as they walked back to class together. While in class Mikey was approached by another Of his friends. "Ash says you're having a special sleep over, I want in". The boy speaking was Jake one of Mikey's many Childhood friends he was blond white and not as tall as Ash was "Sure, but if you die you're on your own" Mikey replied not glancing at him. "Yess!" The boy replied slithering back to his seat. Later that night. At Exactly 12midnight Ash armed with his father's pistol and a few candy bars, Jake armed with his father's Dagger and a Pocket sandwich and Mikey armed with his pepper spray all snuck out of the house Sneaking past a newly posted Security Guard in the area. They Got to the Alley. Mikey was welcomed by the Cigar Man "You brought friends?" He asked Looking at Ash and Jake. "Yes, starting my cult early I suppose" Mikey replied anxiously. The moment they walked through the alley Mikey stared at his watched , and then at his friends. They were all visibly shaken. A man ran past them at an insane speed and another ran right after him almost faster. "Pay close attention" the cigar man said staring at the two people running. The second man caught up with the first and decapitated him with his bare hands. Jake threw up at the sight. And Ash looked scared for his life. The Man proceeded to take the man's watch and a card from his pocket before casually walking away. "What just happened?" Mikey asked Shakey. "That's what happens when you bite more than you can chew. Let's go" the Cigar man replied now heading towards Mikey's house.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was rely sad she wint home one day saw her dad. He was like where's your BF. She seid I IDK so she wint to scool. Her bf was kissing a girl in the hallway, and then she got rely sad. No wait gf please don't leave. I'm sorry. She push him against the wall you aren't my bf you hurt me. She flipped an walk away. She goes home and sees a stik, so she eats the stik and dyes. Her bf saw gf in the corner ded!! He sais wheyyy wheeyy you do this?! Bf grab gf and shakes her but she won't waik up. He crays. Gf turns into a GHOST!! Gf says bf it's Okey I love you still. Gf sees the light and goes to it but bf said no! Bf saw gf and so gf says... well eat the stik two then.. so bf eat the stik...

The end.

It's been 200 years since the mankind found It's demise and the last thing on my mind was love. I'm an immortal who has lived since the beginning of time,you could say that I'm the one who knows everything about everything.200 years ago these stupid humans decided to start a nuclear war that bringed forth their destruction.There are still around 5 million humans left but they live their life's wandering around and fighting to survive. Since animals suffered mutations It's pretty hard to find any comestibile food.So,as I was wandering around bored into my soul,I find myself in front of what I could call,the reincarnation of Aprhodite.She was a shining gem in this miserable world and I felt stunned for the first time since the beginning of humanity.When I woke up from my shock I realised she was attacked by some mutant dogs,and,without realising I stepped in to save her.It was pretty easy since I had a few tricks up my sleeve from the magic era,but she was surprised to see someone kill mutants that easily.She was wary of me and I can't judge her,if I were normal I would be scared as well if someone suddenly burnt down mutants with a flick of their hand. Thank God though that she fainted,it would be easy for me to tell her that I saved her after she lost consciousness.I took her in my arms and bringed her to my camp.When she woke up she had a little amnesia so she didn't remember what I did.While she was asleep I took permission to change her clothes,and I don't want to sound like a pervert,but she truly was a goddes.She was looking straight at me and her Amber like eyes were piercing through my soul,I've never once felt like this.she was beautiful and I was bewitched by her beauty. -What happened?Who are you?Wh-where am I? -I saved you from a pack of mutants,you were laying on the ground barely breathing. -Th-Thank you,but who are you? -I'm just a wandering soul,I've been living around here for the past few years,what about you,what are you doing in this hell like place? -Well,I think I was searching for something,a chest,I-I can't really remember -It doesn't matter,you'll remember it after you heal.You should sleep now. As I finished my sentence she fell on her back and slept again.I was truly gifted by heaven with such a sight.I never once thought that I would be so amazed by a human's beauty.I wanted to know more about her and I wanted her to stay with me.

Hello.This is the first story that I decided to write so I'm not that good but I hope you'll enjoy it Sorry for bad English,I'm still learnig😅 If you have any suggestions I'll gladly accept them

I Don't know what that person wants but after spending all my emotions, my feelings and my time with someone, I'm exhausted now. I don't even have the energy to fight for you. I already knew it there is no chance to have you in my fucking destroyed life. And now you are falling in love with me!? How could you fall for someone who doesn't stay loyal towards their partners and after everything just happened. Somewhere in me, I still have feelings for you but I know if I open that door of the cage, the bird will run away from my house and never gonna find my bird. For so long you have been on your knees begging for forgiveness, now it is my turn. I'm begging on my knees, don't fall in love with someone who doesn't make you happy. I'm scared in love. I have no hopes. We know we can't be together. I don't want to be humiliated by anyone in front of everyone. I know you won't but I'm scared of everything.

📝 Sometimes I feel that maybe you are falling in love with me or sometimes I just feel it is just an infatuation. Maybe I'm in infatuation, delusion and making myself a fool. But to be honest with you, being with you I feel more freedom, feel more happiness and don't know why we have so many commons. Maybe it is the definition of Good Friends.

This was right when XXXtentacion died.

She was fairly young I would say 25isch. She was 5“6 beautiful brown blonde hair. She had a tattoo right on her neck . I remember it was a rose .

I don’t know if she still works there but she was super nice to me. All the other nursing staff treated me like shit.

I wonder what happened to her

Hi guys! So, years back, I stumbled upon a story. The story goes like this: There was once a woman who fell in love with a man. She asked a deity to make him love her. At first, she wished to be beautiful. She became just that, beautiful. Only face, no power, no smarts. She is a consort who is known for her good looks, the man would come see her everyday, felling in love with her but she was forced to marry a rich noble to survive. She cried. As she was reborn again, she wished to be smart. Third she wished to be rich instead. Both didnt work that, the guy claiming she's too manipulative and powerful for him. Atlast..the woman seemed dejected. "I wish for him to love me unconditionally.'She was born as his daughter, with him looking at her with unconditional love.

The brilliance of the sun shining from a flower in the sky warms the day. Beautiful butterflies flit around the giant trees, while melodic birds are paired with their excited partners. The Crystal River flows in an eastward direction through the jungle, where fish appear to survive despite the presence of beasts of prey. Beside the river stands a tiny, magnificent wooden house with wooden flooring, surrounded by a beauteous garden that feels more heavenly on earth.

Suddenly, the wooden door of a magnificent house swings open. Fair, smooth skin, a pointed chin, glossy lips, and ginger wavy hair frame the appearance of a leggy woman as she emerges barefoot. Her sky-blue, cat-like eyes survey the garden before she descends to it, her delicate hands reaching out to touch the blue roses. She attempts to pluck a rose, but red blood flows from her finger due to the sharp thorn. The whole day she does gardening and observes nature while sitting in grass. Slowly, the suns shinning slow down, and the moon slowly appears.

The enchanting, full-turn moon is shining in the dark sky, so the jungle looks magical. Suddenly, an unwanted howl broke the silence that she had never heard. Her curiosity broke the ramp, and she ran toward that horrible howl. She crosses the jungle trail and reaches the Crystal River bank. Beautiful river banks look horrible because of horrible howls. She gazed at the unknown man, cramping like he was going to die, but he actually howled. Unexpectedly, his hazel eyes widen, and his tattooed bronze skin begins to change. His square face, with a visible Adam's apple and clean-shaven features, transforms before her eyes. Thick brown hair sprouts from his body, his hands morph into menacing claws, and his once-human form takes on the appearance of a wild beast. His entire body becomes covered in fur, his face contorting into that of a monstrous wolf-man hybrid. He now resembles a huge wolf. The woman was stunned, her body shaking with fear, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, a wolf creature notices her presence, its ears perking up as it senses her. With a growl, he runs towards her.

After having feelings for Peter, Marlin always wanted to go on a date with him. When Peter was not here, they used to talk on calls, video calls and texts. But now Peter came back to town for a few days. Marlin gets another chance to spend time with Peter. So Marlin decided something to do with Peter.

🎩 Suddenly she make a plan to go on a momo date with him. She was very nervous to ask him for a date. On the other hand Peter was very cool with this plan. He was ready to go with Marlin.

🎩 When the first time they made the plan, was postponed. And he decided to go somewhere else. Marlin was so upset and angry at him. But later Peter apologized to her, felt bad also. Then again they made the plan. And she was hoping it would be completed successfully.

🎩 Marlin had a class before going with him. So she texted Peter for the well dressed up and be on time. After the class she called him and saw Peter standing in front of the cafe. The feeling Marlin had on that day was so warm and romantic. Mariln was gazing at Peter's and her eyes got stuck at him.

🎩 Peter looked so handsome. Marlin's handsome hunk. Peter's perfume was so awesome and fresh. Bella Vita did magic on him. The funniest part was they unintentionally matched their outfit colour. They both were laughing at the cafe. Sitting in the cafe, Peter ordered momo. They were talking, laughing, thinking about the future and as always Peter cheered up Marlin for her new starting. The waiter came with their order. Peter said " Oh God! They give us hot and spicy chatani." Marlin said the same. In reply Peter said, "Oh! You also can't eat hot n spicy sauce." They ate, they gossiped and left the cafe.

🎩 On this date, so many funny things happened. Marlin imagined that maybe Peter is standing with a chocolates or a flower. At the cafe Peter was sharing his last piece of momo with her, she said "Cut it into half." But Peter did the operation of that innocent momo. Destroyed it. Marlin giggled at him like so crazy. He is so silly.

🎩 Going out with a gentleman type of a boy is worth it. Peter is Marlin's beyond of expectation. He crossed the road holding her shoulder. He shared his last piece of momo with Marlin. And even he dropped her house. By the way Peter has good driving skills. Marlin was so overwhelmed by these gestures. We all know sometimes little little gestures are very romantic in these kind of dates.

🎩 It was the time when Peter and Marlin, they both have to say goodbye to each other. But in Marlin's mind, she was trying to say " Can we hug each other!? And can you stay for a minute.?" But she couldn't. Marlin was so happy that her legs were numbed. But why Peter doesn't want to share anything about Marlin with anyone. Don't know what the reason is, maybe hiding from his friends and his crush.

🎩 Well, this is not the ending of the story. Peter felt something else for Marlin which he couldn't express. Marlin has the feeling but now she is not thinking about him anymore. She knew it from the beginning, that Peter didn't see her in that way. But going on a date with Marlin, seems to have affected him to some extent. He accepted that never felt like this before with anyone. Don't know what kind of spell Marlin puts on him. Last thing Peter said to her, " Looks like Marlin is happy today." Marilin was blushing to hear that. She was overwhelmed by Peter. For Peter it was a Momo Banter but for Marlin it is their first date ever.

Y’all boy and girls here a story, you know i was at school having a good day and at lunch break comme up to me with all her friends and say this: GF-hey MY NAME i need to tell you something « in the background her friends are laughing »me- yeah what up babe?GF- i think we should break up. ME- why?GF- idk i just dont fell it like we dont talk very much and i dont got feeling anymore. ME- no please you make my day every day and i dont talk to you this much because when i talk to you you look like if im bothering you GF- i just dont feel it anymore im sorry: CONVERSATION DONE: i go to my locker because i feel like im gonna trow up and my friends comme they say your not with your girl buddy and i said no, i didn’t want to tell theme she broke up bc i didn’t want to get attention and after her friends comme to see me and say: FRIENDS- why you look like you dont give a fuck aboute the situation?! ME- i do give a fuck! FRIENDS- do you even like her or what? ME- yes i loved her and everything can y’all just go? * friends leave* i call my mom to pick me up and go home for the rest of the day and here i am writing my story in my bed. Thanks for reading this and i hope y’all the best life.

So this is a weird Story, I (24 F) was dating a guy (23 m) for 3 years, we lived together. let's Name him B, back then I thought he was the love of my life, we split up about 1 year ago.

He was very abusive but lovebombed me, which made me stay. I was lonely and unhappy, I basically completely lost myself while I was dating him, my personality, my friends, I just never really had the energy to do anything, I was very dependent on him, he used to shout at me and insulted me, broke up with me multiple times just to tell me that he doesn't want to break up and that he loves me and wants to marry me, which made my anxiety and depression worse.

I always viewed him as a hurt person that was actually good deep down, when in real life, he was just a (probably) narcissistic abuser.

He broke up with me randomly in june last year, without a warning, he actually told me how much he loved me on the same day. So after the breakup I quickly realized how abusive he actually was and I got over him pretty quickly (after like 3 to 5 months) he on the other hand immediately started a New relationship with a girl I will call N.

I cut all contact with B because I was healing and feeling much better, I just heard from some friends that he was dating again, I felt horrible because I knew that he would probably treat her badly too.

Well turns out she wanted to contact me all along, because she did feel like something was off, he randomly broke up with her (just like he did with me), abused her and used her for sex for about 8 months. She told me how he told her that I was crazy and insane all the time, that he never abused me, while he was litreally abusing her??? She kinda got obsessed with me because B constantly tried to portray me as some kind of crazy abusive person, which she didn't fully believe.

She contacted me a bit after her breakup and actually she is awesome, we have been talking none stop for a few days and actually met up. At first we obviously talked about him but only for like a day and then we started talking about our own interests, turns out we have so much in common! She is funny, caring and sweet, It's insane how you can find love in the weirdest places.

my friends' crush has a crush on me

6 friends of mine has been crushing on this girl and i also do, but i forced myself not to pursue my love because i believed that the competition is wide and that i have no chances to begin with and so i denied my feelings for her over and over again infront of my friends. one day, the same girl gave me a handwritten letter containing how she fell for me and even dedicated the song 'beautiful stranger" by laufey "dared to stand up and ask for his name maybe we would've exchanged a few words a fairytale moment could have occured but my beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger until i see him again" she wrote in her letter that her feelings began when she first saw me 2 years ago but she is scared to ask for my name and so she decided to admire me from distance. this year, we're put in the same class and she finally got my name.

after she gave me that letter, i fell inlove. she made me feel im special, and so we're started having conversations I've learned more about her; she was so kind, caring, and her personality is so loveable. she was so beautiful

however, my friends developed anger towards me because she chose me and i reciprocated her feelings. they talk bad about me, and suddenly im the bad one

what should i do?

It was the day I was to be married to Edward. I didn’t want to but what choice did I have? It was all my mother and father had dreamed of since I was young. I was to marry him and have his children, stay at home whilst he worked and be a ‘lady.’ But I hated the idea of it I didn’t love Edward, I was 16 I didn’t want to marry anyone but my beloved Charles! But still there I was about to walk down the aisle but what my mother didn’t know is that I had planned to slip away.

My sister, whom was married, made sure my makeup looked good and my hair was secure. She told me ‘I know it seems scary, but Edward is a nice man and you will be a perfect wife. If you do not marry soon you pretty face will fade.’ I hated the very idea of being a housewife I believed I should be able to do what I like. My sister and mother wished me luck and went to sit in the pews. I heard the music begin to play. I slipped out my dress and ran. My mother happened to see this and got my sisters husband and my father to chase me. The wedding was ‘postponed.’

I was taken to my room. ‘My goodness Anne!’ My mother shouted, ‘You are a disappointment to our family! Did you know that?!’ I began to cry and my makeup ran down my face. ‘I don’t love him mother! I only love Charles!’ I sobbed ‘Good god Anne, you and that Charles boy! He’s to be married Elizabeth Jones tomorrow!’ She shouted. ‘God mother he doesn’t love her he loves m-‘ I cried. But my mother stopped me as she slapped me across the face and pushed me to the ground. ‘My word Anne you really think he loves you? He is infatuated with Elizabeth!! He doesn’t even think of you! It would be a wonder if a good looking man like him even looked your way. It was hard enough getting Edward to marry you! You are worse then a harlot!!’ She shouted as she hit me. After that she left and locked me in my quarters. I cried and cried. My father came in and screamed the same things at me. He hit me too, slamming me against walls and at one point he hit me with a glass shard. The next morning came and my father and brother-in-law came and dragged me out of my room. My mother and father were screaming I’m a disappointment and that I will never ever see Charles again. Suddenly they opened the door to the storage room under the house. The took me down the stairs and threw me onto the floor. My mother screamed ‘You will never ever see the light of day as you have disobeyed gods will!’ The door slammed and locked.

As the day went on I screamed for forgiveness and prayed to the lord to save me. He never did.

It was a weekday and my body was feeling heated, also my mind was restless.

I got on to searching online the places nearby where I could just relax in peace , where I wouldn’t know any one but would still have people around to reinforce that wanting peace is human.

As I skimmed through the potential places , one place caught my attention more than others.

There were certain places that seemed better than the one I found but something pulled me to this particular place.

It was a nursery slightly away from the place I live.

I was just at a market near my house and I took a conveyance and went to the place.

I could have gone through metro but that day I was inviting convenience more than frugality.

I just had a feeling that this place might help me.

As I got inside, I had to purchase a ticket of a modest cost and I marched in.

It was a bit shiny , evening was about to embark.

Though I wasn’t liking the shine, I marched ahead in expectation of a pleasant evening.

As I got into the garden, the garden slowly started getting into me and I did not resist it because it was rendering me some unknown relaxation and hope.

There were flowers which were beautiful to the world , though I was trying to perceive them as beautiful.

As I got further and further into the garden, the evening started coming by and the weather to my fortune, turned pleasant and more pleasant.

At that point I got to a place in that widespread garden which was most probably the best patch in there.

Serendipitously the scenery and weather turned in my favor and without my doing much, I became more conscious of myself and my environment.

The cool wind felt so blissful , taking away the heat of my body and slowly clearing the clutter of my mind.

Now since we are living in 21st century , as I felt more stable and better all around, I reached for my mobile phone and it had switched off due to low battery.

Destiny had planned to heal my perspective on a level that was maybe beyond my control then.

I felt some resistance inside as I wasn’t able to use the device, but I let it be , since the nature was helping me , something inside said , just let it be , just let it be.

Then I walked and walked and felt better and better and my consciousness returned to myself more and more.

It felt so good and I realized that so much of what we do , we do because our consciousness lingers at places where it shouldn’t . The phenomenon which is further catalyzed by the modern evils of toxic technology.

If our consciousness remained to ourselves, more than 90% of seeming hindrances wouldn’t exist.

It was a revelation that dawned on me by the bliss of something beyond my control.

Something that would apparently come into play when a human being has used up all his capacities and has remained true to his or her values despite of the perils of it and the fake FOMO that the society conspires to inject.

How great was that evening.

<<The following is a translated and truncated transcript from a Rickto artist. Rickto Personnel ID: -Redacted- for security of individual- Location ID: -Redacted for quadrant security- Time Stamp: Hmet Extermination +80hours Interview Type: Non-Invasive interview. Enhanced interigation techniques forbidden under protocol Friends First. Interviewer: -Redacted to protect Agent cover->>

The Terrans were thought to be a peaceful species. They had no apparent navy, beyond a few outlying system defences. This is the tale of how we learned how wrong we had been.

In 3764, the Terrans, also called: Human, Man, Homo Sapians Sapians, Humanity, Mankind, People, and Earthlings, joined the Tri-Galactic Alliance. They were one of only 26 species from the Milky Way galaxy, an unprecedentedly small number of sapients for an entire galaxy, but they were welcomed happily by the standing members. Especially since 8 of the other species from the Milky Way spoke of a terrible war in the Orion arm of their galaxy 700yrs prior.

My initial impression of of the humans was their physicality, obviously they had evolved from an arboreal species. The joints in their manipulator appendages, called hands by the species, spoke strongly of a climbing ancestry. This too was not uncommon, though many species had tentacles, or scilia for manipulators, hands were not unknown. What was rare, was the lack of claw, talon, or powerful nail on the manipulator. The humans were not carapaced either, another somewhat rare occurrence. No fangs, venom glands, armor plates, thick mats of fur, or spurs. Obviously this species lived a sedate life, a sedentary life of pleasure. Again, how wrong I was!

When the first human ship was encountered, they transmitted a long string of code and noise, when translated it turned out to be several mathematical equations as well as music. Ahhh. Music! My species, the Rickto, love music as few other species comprehend, many humans I have spoken to say that our voices sound like a singer underwater. I have learned that this is usually a compliment, and NEVER an insult, but occasionally a dispassionate observation. A species able to craft music the likes of humans, has obviously never known strife. Once communication became easier, we met their diplomats. After a probationary period of 50 years the humans were welcomed. And the art they brought, even with their pathetically limited visual spectrum, the art they created was magnificent. The culture they brought was wise and kind. Their diplomats soon proved to be the best of the 697 member species. Any and all diplomatic matters were soon handled only by humans. We thought them peaceful thinkers and artists. Language and art came so readily to them, whether that art was literature, or painting, or sculpting. Even mathematics and music. Glorious music that spoke of beauty and love and family.

And then, a new species was encountered... The Hmet. They where from the Triangulum. A new species that no one on the council had met before. There where 97 species from Triangulum, as most sentient species came from Andromeda.

When first encountered, the Hmet attacked with a relentless fury that had never been seen before. No hails answered. No overture returned. No peace offered. They were a Tier-2 species, meaning they were an inter galactic species, like most, though not all, members of the intergalactic community. But they were physically and mentally Tier-5, barbarians, merciless tribal creatures, barely out of their atomic age as far as their personality acted. They overwhelmed one species after another. The Rokka, a species with a strong warrior sense was decimated in a week. The Hotakka, a species known for their fast ships and insanely accurate jump tech, was run down in a month. Nothing stopped the Hmet. Until, the artistic humans came forward. The first attempt was diplomatic of course, they were the greatest diplomats in the three galaxies, how could they not start with talks.

But it was to no avail, the Hmet slaughtered the envoy before the first message could finish transmitting. And the second. And third. And 20th. I asked a human I worked near why they sent so many diplomats, when none survived. Why were they sending another after the 26th death? Her answer, shook me to my core.

"Because, we don't want to cause another extinction." She spoke with tears in her eyes. Another? Extinction? Surely she meant that her species had inadvertently killed one or two of their homeworlds species. It seemed so odd to me that even these gentle artists would cry over a non-sapirnt species from their Cradle this many hundreds of thousands of ears after it was gone.

And then, we learned why the Milky Way was so sparsely populated. When the 30th diplomatic envoy from humanity was slaughtered, a message was sent from the human embassy on Owakkia. The signal was sent to a small, out of the way portion of the Milky Way galaxy that was considered to be dead. No species were to be found in that region, no inhabitable planet. No space stations that we knew of. It laid at the very center of human controlled space, a deep quarantine zone that humans didn't like to talk about. The code was incredibly short, terse as the humans said. It contained only 2 human words. 'Unleash Hell'. The message, oddly, wasn't even encrypted. None, not even the most rudimentary encryption at all.

The first strike happened a single day later. Ships of an unknown design and shape slipped into a system the Hmet was attacking. The battle was over in seconds. No transmissions were observed, and no quarter was given. There was such incredible precision in the movements of the new ships, that they had to be communication somehow, but nothing could be picked up. The ships appeared, destroyed the Hmet vessels, and disappeared. Over the coming months the ships appeared all over, multiple battles all fought together. The Hmet started to fall back. But never did the strange, blocky ships slow their assaults.

The first Hmet transmission ever recorded, was a plea. A plea for peace. For the cessation of violence. It was ignored. The Hmet did manage to destroy a few vessels here and there. It was not a complete rout, but every vessel they destroyed was replaced. Sometimes with two or three. In 10 months later, The Hmet where only on their home planet. Then, the bombardment started. I have seen war.... This.... Was NOT war. And a week later.... They were extinct. Then, and only then, did we learn who was in the strange, blocky ships. The ships that seemed to be nothing more than weapons with engines. Once again, a completely unencrypted channel was opened, and a signal sent to Owakkia. It was humans! Nothing like the artistic humans I knew. They were obviously the same species, but these were harder. A little bulkier. Sharper. They wore strange clothes, all black and reds. Little medals and symbols on the chest and shoulders. They transmitted a single message. "Extinction protocol enacted. Extinction confirmed. Returning to base. Hell leashed once more." And with that.... They were gone.

I have never dared ask any human I meet what happened to the other species from the Milky Way. For now, the small, clawless, round toothed creatures proved to be the most vicious predators in the three galaxies. Their music is still divine however, but now, after much study, I understand why it was so beautiful. Not because they never knew war. But because they are so intimately familiar with it that they yearn for other things.