I'm late for school. How I slept through the 200 clocks in the bedroom is beyond me. Why do I have so many clocks? I can't remember anything about the night before, and I'm still dressed. Clearly I'd just crashed so hard it took the some Huey Lewis and the News to wake me up. That shit is tight.

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I ran downstairs to find my lazy-ass sister and brother already at the breakfast table. I think they were they there. Maybe it was just my mom. It's not clear. One of them said that the pick-up truck had been damaged.

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That fat-ass Biff had smashed it up, and was outside trying to explain how it was somehow my dad's fault. Dad just stood there and took it while Biff rapped his head as usual. That beat-up pick up truck was the key to Jennifer's fine white ass. I WAS going to get me some on a 'camping trip' this weekend, but not now.

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So off to school. No wait, I think I went to Doc's house. Did I? I think so. Why would I have gone there before school? Nah, maybe later on. So I'm pretty bad ass on the skateboard, if I say so myself, and hold on to the back of various cars and buses to get to school. After I make it there I have to brake the bad news to Jennifer, and she's really nice about it. So as I'm talking to Jennifer, this asshole teacher, who's name I can't remember, grabs me by the hair or ear. He calls me 'McFly', so he can take another pop at my dad when he was at my this school. It's all a bit humiliating, and christ that's my dad! Uncalled for.

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In the afternoon I go for auditions for whatever, and who the do you think is in the judging panel? Only Huey Lewis from the 'News'. No shit. He played it cool, and it nobody else knew who he was. I just went along with it, but what are the odds? I play my heart out, and I'm good. I mean really good. Huey could've used this tune, but it's like he's fucking with me. He's like, 'No, it's a too loud', or something along those lines.

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I'm so done with the day, but I remember now. Doc called this morning to tell me do come over after school. I think. So I head over to his place. I mean that's cool right? Some old dude inviting a teenager over to his house to hang out in his garage? I'm not quite even sure how this relationship started.

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When I arrive Doc shows me this 'time travel' machine. I roll with it, as you would. He sets fire to this mock-up of the town with a car that has to reach 88 mph to 'travel in time'. He's going to demonstrate it tonight, and needs me to tape it. I mean why not. I'm going to meet up with this old guy at a mall at midnight, and video a demo of his time machine.

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So at the mall now, and It turns out Doc needs Plutonium to run the car. Oh, and he got it from some terrorist group. Did I mention he's thinks he's going to travel in time? Yeah. My easy lay this weekend is ruined, Huey Lewis dissed my audition, so why not. Let's do this. I get the video camera on the shoulder, and hit record as Doc is explaining everything.

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Except this pick-up, with a fitted machine gun and terrorist manning it, shows up and shoots Doc! They almost shot me, but the gun jams! I see a chance and leap into the car, flooring it. I scream across the mall parking lot, and then.. I'm somewhere else.

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I have no idea where, but the Mall is gone. It's a dusty old road, and some old billboard is in the way. I'm still wearing my radioactive suit. Did I mention I had that on? No? I did. The car is now dead as fuck, so I push it behind the billboard for now.

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I'm completely lost. No idea what drugs the old man slipped me this time. Maybe the same as last night, but this is the craziest trip yet. I walk about until I find an old farm house. I knock on the door. Now I remember, none of that shit about pushing my car behind the bill-board happened yet. I actually drove into the farm house barn, and woke up this farm family.

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So this crazy old man sees me from a distance. I'm still in the radioactive suit, and he's fires a round from his shotgun! I run back into the barn, back into the car and hit the gas. I blast through that wooden barn door like it's plywood, and fly past the old guy and his family. Another shot, but missed yet again. 3rd time is a charm. Then I did what I said from the paragraph above, but the car really is dead now. Finally it's daylight, so I take off my suit and go walking toward where I think town is.

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Sure enough, I find town. It's the same town, but it's been dressed up to look like the 50's, and everyone is playing along. When is this shit going to wear off? Anyway, I forgot about the black mayor candidate, and I bump into him when I walk into a diner. I either meet him first, a day later, or my younger dad next. Dad's getting bullied by a younger Biff! Or about to be, so I trip Biff up and piss him off. Next thing I know he's chasing me around the town center in 50's car while I'm on a make-shift skateboard (don't ask). Biff crashes into a manure truck and he and his buddies are covered in cow shit.

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Now I'm really disturbed by how much I remember about this movie. I swear, if I go on I could pretty much finish it no problem. I'm going to have to stop here.

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He was nice enough. Attractive enough.

Sunday Funday.

Just casual bottomless mimosas. Seven mimosas.

Next.

Roof top bar drinks. Three sips. Grey Goose and water. Pinch of Mio—for flavor.

Text.

He wants visitors at his bar. We’re already out. Sure.

Two more Grey Goose and Water. Mio—for flavor. Doubles.

Now shots.

Three of them. Jack Fire. Pancake. Lemon Drop.

Come home with me.

Okay, sure.

Followed behind. Swerving. So wasted right now.

Get to the house.

Cute. Homey.

We walk inside. Smells of dog.

Still—nice enough. Attractive enough.

Add horny.

Let’s fuck. Yes.

Are you on birth control? Yes.

He’s inside me. On top of me.

Position change. Riding now. I wanted to stop—asked him if he came yet.

Yeah.

Yeah?

I felt my stomach. Nothing. No sticky. No hot. No cum.

He came inside me.

He came inside me.

He came inside me?

Rolled over. Gut drops. I did not consent to that.

Did I consent to that?

Run to the bathroom—cum runs down my leg. His cum.

I can’t breathe.

Grabs clothes. Runs.

Plan b. Check.

Scared.

Of pregnancy? No.

Defiled. Ashamed?

Days later . Thinking—did I consent to that?

Looking at myself in mirrors? Impossible.

Distraught.

Violated. Violated. Violated?

He was nice enough. Attractive enough.

Fuck.

I start having trouble with the adding to my story after the last paragraph ends: It all started in 1991, with the parents around the Greater Washington D.C. Area were trying to plot against the government they worked for. They were all government agents who specialized in something completely different. No two of our parents knew the same things outside of the basic training given to them by their government agencies. They all started with a patriotic sense of duty, and then one by one received a hundred-eighty flip of what they expected in the beginning. Our parents all came from different agencies as mentioned before and completely different backgrounds. All our parents were a form of high ranking officials and veterans. Eventually, more parents came to the neighborhood, all of them were different agencies outside of the US like Interpol and MI6, who transferred to an American agency. Each parent lived at around 5 years of hell-like pain on different islands. Each island was different in forms of danger, tasks to survive, and way more. This might not seem important right now but I'll elaborate on it later on as I said before. Each parent had to specialize in at least one weapon of their choosing and a pistol. The reason why they had to learn was to survive that island was to adapt to be ruthless and emotionless. They were sent in teams of 34 to each island and the majority of them either didn't survive the ordeal to stay alive or quit. After surviving the five years of pain they had to endure, they all went to graduation. During graduation, they discovered that they all were the best candidates in their classes. When our parents would find out about some horrible government secret, they would write it down, and eventually save it in their super basement. There were three horrible secrets our parents documented would be put into action by April 21, 2031. The first secret was that the human race will be reduced to the half-a-billion people as the Georgia Guidestones entail. The second secret was that only the smartest and richest will survive the largest genocide this world has seen. And the third was the way the governments will commit mass genocide by selecting the most popular work of entertainment which most of the world is killed off. One day there were several people throughout every government agency and military around our vast world with one singular vision who told everyone in their agency what was to happen. All of our parents were near the people who went “mad,” and each were encountered by them. They all started the same, “OH GOD… WHAT IS TO COME!!!” Each person who had the vision said what they saw to a varying degree, but they all went a little like this, “Beware for the end times are near, for the ones above us are to kill just over ninety percent of the world’s population.” Upon hearing this, our parents thought that they were crazy, but always believed that there was always a chance that anything could happen. The “visionaries” then gave out the prophecy of the end of the world. The prophecy went to this extent… “There will be a great sheep-wolf of a man who will bring forth peace before a ravenous man that will bring the end of this world.” And with them ending their prophecy, they pointed to our parents telling them that their children, us, will be a part of the plan. With our parents being told that we will be part of the end, the guards started to take the visionaries away. The next day, the US government agencies all had an urgent mission so they combined a group of their finest agents, which was the way our parents officially met. On the first day they only worked and went on their merry way; but the second day a mysterious friend of our parents was able to get one of them to get together outside of work. On that day, they started to become great friends, and it all started with a night out at T.G.I. Fridays. The only downside of going out with friends as a government worker was that they couldn’t drink alcohol unless if it was the holiday season and if they were on a long vacation. Onwards after their second hang-out on, their curiosity for getting to know each other and eventually got to share about themselves to one another. Our parents started with where they were from; my dad was from Austin, Texas, and my mom from was from Memphis TN. Katie and Madeline’s mom was from Seattle, Washington and dad was from Miami, Florida. David Deschaine’s mom was from Oxford, Mississippi; while his dad was from Boston, Massachusetts. Jeffrey’s dad from Los Angeles, California and mom from Chicago. Joshua Kaplin’s Dad was from New York City, and his dad was from New Orleans, Louisiana. Thomas’ mom was from Portland, Oregon and his dad was from Savannah, Georgia. The Bennett sister’s mom was from Huntsville, Alabama and dad was from Maui, Hawai’i. With Jonathan Vaughn’s dad was from Philadelphia, PA and mom was from Denver, Colorado. When it came to Hailey’s mom, she was from Charlotte, North Carolina whereas her dad came from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. As for Derrick’s dad came from Phoenix, Arizona and mom from Reno, Nevada. And lastly, Jonah’s parents were both from the Midwest, with his dad from Detroit, Michigan and mom from Wisconsin.

I wanted to share this little story I heard yesterday in the hotel bar on my island. I stop in occasionally to, you know, write and stuff. I've never wanted anything I’ve heard to be truer than this. I Learned this interesting bit of info from a guy who claimed to be a retired terrorist security specialist from Isreal. He said that when they are on alert for a potential suicide bomber, they pay special attention to unusual bulges in the crotch of mens pants, not for bombs, but for protective metal cups. Suicide bomber's are promised virgins in heaven, so the want to protect their penis in the blast. He said when a bomb does go off they look through the carnage for a penis in a cup. They know it was the bomber's and can get his, uh, DNA. Can anyone verify if this is in anyway true?

A couple years or so back, my now ex-girlfriend broke up with me. I said we should still be friends, and she decided to lie and say I forced her to touch me sexually. She never told anyone but my best friend, who, of course, didn't believe her. Last thing I heard, she told my best friend she felt sorry about it, and is now doing the same thing to her current boyfriend.

To clarify: Yes, we did minor sexual type stuff, but it was never forced onto her.

When I was younger, I had a friend, it's more accurate to say that she's my childhood friend. She's 6 yrs older than me. Whenever she and her mom visits, she always plays with me. As I was still a kid, I saw her as an older sister. She taught me how to make origami, more specifically, paper cranes, which she was good at. When I was 14, that's when she started dragging me around to go shopping or eat somewhere with her. That time she was already with a guy she's been dating since she was 15. I knew that I felt something for her, but I could never say it. Maybe I was scared that if I said it out loud, she would stop holding my hand, stop taking me to places she likes, stop telling me about the things that she finds interesting, or things that she finds beautiful. I knew nothing would happen even if I said it, because I was 14 and she was 20. I was nothing more than a kid brother to her. Whenever she was feeling kinda down, she'd randomly give me a flower from her mother's garden, it was always a daisy, I asked why it was always a daisy, and she'd say something like, "we have lots of daisies, mom wouldn't know if one of them was picked". She also loves putting flowers on her braided hair, it was like an instagram thing, only it wasn't the days of instagram. My 18th spring, she said she was going to get married 2 months later and wanted me to be the first one to know. I didn't know how to feel, I wanted to be happy for her, so I faked a smile and said congratulations, I hope she didn't notice. A few weeks before her wedding day, I told her I liked her, but she only gave me a sad smile and said "thank you"... I went to her wedding ceremony, just because my parents and older siblings told me to, but I didn't stay for the celebration. It's been years since I thought about this... now that I think about it, the wind was cold on the day that I confessed. Even now I still doubt that my decision of confessing to her was right, I could have just lived without telling her and eventually forgetting her. I moved out of town when I went to college, I heard that she now has two kids, twins, and she's living a very happy life. I haven't seen her for 7 yrs now. And I'm starting to forget what she looks like. Again, I still doubt that telling her was the right decision. It's the doubt that strains my mind.

This is one of my most hidden memories, i still have more. Feel free to comment if you want to know more about my past. Some people also send me their stories to post here :)

It was the wall that stood there for the test of times, Existed for century after century. Thru hail and snow, rain and fog. The wall always stood there. But what was the walls purpose? The wall was created centuries ago, It was to divide the lower class section of town with the upper class. This was a wall that towered over the town, Some say it was as large as an entire mountain. This wall was of course made from the strongest stone ever found, Stone so strong that hammering into it with any metal tool would only result in bending the metal. Virtually leaving the wall unscratched. The problem with the wall of course was it divided the city, The only way thru the wall was a heavily guarded gate full of soldiers with Assault Rifles. Their job, Was to keep the lower class out of the upper class portion of town. The upper class portion of town full of green lush forest's, large grass landscapes and of course mansions on the hill. While the lower class section was full of dead burned grass and polluted skys and slums.

So why was it like this? The factories that employed the lower class were located on the lower class portion of town, On a mountain side with steep narrow passages to get up to there. It was a hell hole for the lower class, Virtually no overtime, no workers rights and no paid time off. You get hurt on the job, You ether continue working and deal with the pain or be replaced. You were an asset to the factory, nothing more. Eventually as time passed, The people became more divided and eventually into the modern day was a revolution like no other, about to be created from a pot of the division.

The true turning pot in which sparked this revolution was the corruption as a whole. You see, Workers rights were ignored because the factory would bribe the local Government. The Government would turn a blind eye to the corruption, Nether caring whatsoever about the common Worker. All it takes is one spark, to light a fire of a Revolution. This spark occurred when the Factory was getting rid of Holiday pay, Many relied on Holiday pay to provide their children Christmas Presents. Eventually later known as the Christmas revolt, Lead the workers going to the factory after Dawn and smash the hammer of justice onto the Boss's helicopter pad (The Boss commuted to work from the rich part of town, to the factory on the poor side of town via a helicopter). This would make the boss virtually unable to land on or near the steep Mountain.

The Police were called after the workers had vandalized the plant and barred themselves in the plant. The Police unable to side with the wealthy (Being as the Police were common workers living on the poor side of town) They were if anything more able to side with the factory Workers. The rich tried to call in the national guard to put the workers to rest, But doing so would result in open investigations by the Federal Government onto the factory owners lack of worker and human rights, Plus the safety violations. The workers demanded better equality and better pay, When the rich refused, This sparked the turning point in the revolution. The workers melted down factory metal pipes into a giant battering ram, They brought this ram down the mountain and rammed the solid metal head into the stone walls. The wall crack by crack, Started to appear and as soon as you know it. The wall fell apart onto pieces. No more a wall divided the wealthy from the rich. Huge riots occurred, Only for the local Government calling in the national guard. This in turn caused the wealthys worse nightmare.

A huge investigation was brought up, Several charges of corruption were placed on high ranking figures, Evidence of voter fraud, Lack of workers rights and so much more. Eventually the factory shut down until further notice, With the old Government leaders gone. A new Government appeared in which instilled jobs for the lower class (Now that many were out of a job) Jobs such as reconstruction of the town (Since the walls destruction had destroyed surrounding homes and business's when piece by piece fell and with such a divide between the two sides) Eventually no more was the town divided, After centuries of division, Finally united. Rich people gave up vast of their wealth in restoring the town.

So no longer huge mansions existed in the town, But also the wealth given up also made the slums of the poor no longer existent ether. All there was after a huge rebuilding process was a town full of Middle class happy families in well safe Neighborhoods. The evidence of the walls previous existence, Was no longer there. Decades later after the event, You wouldn't know that a wall had stood there for centuries dividing the town.

So it was right before winter break and it was last period so everyone was very hyper. Also my class is “super disrespectful” (as the teachers says.) We were learning about light pollution and it showed a picture of a farm with a light shining behind the trees. The class clown kid who recently got suspended for calling someone gay said, “that’s the sun.” “No it’s not.” The teacher argued with him. Soon everyone was chanting it was the sun. The teacher yelled at us and through the microphone necklace thing and it made a loud screech noise. Everyone screamed. The teacher stopped substituting at our school and moved to Las Vegas.

Hey guys,

I was actually looking for some feedback on a different type of Fantasy story I've started recently, it's an episodic story with influence from the diskworld Terry pratchet-esque type... Never written anything like this and just wondered Wether or not people thought it was worth continuing.

Thanks.

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