Today, I paid the oldest debt of my life. It took me 18 years to pay this debt. And trust me, I am not the hero of this story. In 2006, when I was in 6th class, I and some kids were playing; it's been so long that I can't remember the names of the kids I was playing with. Suddenly, by accident, one of the kids who was wearing a spectacle got his spectacle broken while playing. Akash (One of the kids playing with us) and I got blamed. Just because I could not present a valid argument or defend myself in front of the teacher, the teacher punished us to get that Kid’s spectacle repaired. I clearly remember that it cost ₹50 to fix at that time. Akash paid the entire ₹50; since I was also blamed for this accident, I had to pay half, but that ₹25 was a really big amount for me then. I never could ask or tell my parents about this; I don’t know if the fear or the inferiority inside me thought my parents couldn’t afford to pay those ₹25. Akash paid my share, but every day, he used to ask me for money, which I never had; I used to feel very stressed and embarrassed at that time. I am 28 now. I can barely remember what I ate yesterday, but I remember what happened that day word by word, frame by frame. One day, Akash didn't ask me for the money, and a kid who was not even a good friend came to me and said, “Ankit tune jo Akash ko ₹25 dene the, vo Maine de diye hain and agar tre pass kabi paise ho toh de dio, nahi toh mat dio" Ankit I have paid the ₹25 that you owed Akash if you ever have the money pay, otherwise there's no need.

The kid who paid ₹25 on my behalf, his name is Navneet Chaudhary, and even after doing such an outstanding and selfless act at such a young age, we never became very close friends; he was busy with his life. I was busy with mine, but he never mentioned this incident to anyone; how do I know this? Until now, I have never met any friends who have asked me about this incident or spoken to me about it. I lost contact with Navneet after school and got busy with life. But when I was planning to move to Canada, I told myself I would be starting my new life in a new country, so I needed to settle all my debts, no matter how big or small. I found Navneet on Facebook and got his WhatsApp and Google Pay numbers, and I paid him 500 and said, I can pay the money I owe, but I would not be able to pay for the favour you did for me. Navneet, being the great guy he has been since childhood, not only returns the money but doesn't even remember this incident.

This story has no conclusion; the conclusion is for you all to assume. Maybe the platform isn't right, but this story is.

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recently after school, i've been going to the public library. it's not the most beautiful place ever, but i like the atmosphere and tend to get more done there than i would at home. i had a pretty full day of classes today, especially considering that i used my break in the middle of the day to do some homework and study. when i was leaving school, i figured i still had some gas in the tank for reading. if i was going to do it in the library, i wouldn't be home until later so i should bring some food to tide me over until dinner.

i've recently been into canned corn and keep some in my locker. i've had this mediterranean corn mix in there for a while and i've been wanting for an occasion to try it. this seemed like the perfect time. when i got to the library, i was pretty hungry and, after setting up shop in a cubicle, busted out my corn. thing is, i'd forgotten to grab a plastic fork from the cafeteria at lunch and wasn't sure i had any utensils in my bag. i usually do somewhere so i started rifling around looking for a fork or spoon down in the bottom.

lucky me, i found a dirty spoon. washing it covertly with water from my bottle and my shirt, i felt like a heroin addict might feel getting their spoon ready. i opened the can of corn with the pull tab and the pull tab immediately popped off. again, not wanting to draw attention, i tried prying it open with my spoon as a lever. this got it open about halfway and i started to get worried about slipping and cutting myself on the sharp lid, so i figured that was good enough.

when i ate my orange today at lunch in the library at school, i have no idea why but i wolfed that thing down. i couldn't even stop myself from eating it so fast and i wasn't starving or anything. i did the same thing with the corn, i just choked that shit down. my review? it was okay, it was basically just corn and olives. i finished it pretty quick and started to get down to reading. two seconds in, my brain was like, 'ya, no. pack this up we're going home'. i put it through a lot last week and, like i said, today was pretty long. it was pretty obviously done for the day.

i totally wasted that can of corn's utility because i just went straight home and had dinner.

My(32f) husband(31m) helped make Mothers Day so amazing this year. He surprised me yesterday morning. He let me sleep in and he had breakfast made for everyone when we got up. He and our son(5m) had flowers and cards for me. The three of us went for a nice drive and spent some time together at a park. We also had quick visits with both of our parents. My husband got me a spa treatment and he made dinner when we got home. The three of us had a game/movie night after dinner. I love spending time together like this. This is my idea of a perfect Mother's Day. I couldn't ask for a better day.

Hello reddit,

I'm a long time reader of reddit and this is my first time posting- I always love reading people's opinions/stories on here. I'm 35 (F) and I have been single my whole (pretty much) adult life. I have strong friendships and support in other ways - but I can't help but at times despair. I would love to hear people's stories about finding relationships/love later life.

Sometimes, realizations dawns upon you, like a distant echo in your heart — that it’s time to leave. For as one chapter closes, another opens, and with it, the bittersweet ache of farewell. It’s a pain I know all too well, yet one I can never truly grow accustomed to.

Love, it seems, is not confined between lovers alone. It weaves its delicate thread through every bond, every connection, every whispered promise shared between kindred souls. And when those bonds fracture, when the threads unravel and fray, the grief that emerges is immense, consuming the heart akin to an ocean that stretches beyond the horizon.

Tonight, I find myself at the crossroads of friendships and separation, the ache in my chest is a testament to the magnitude of that grief. It’s not just the loss of what was, but the realization of what will never be again. The laughter, the shared secrets, the silent understanding — all fragments of those beautiful memories now shattered and scattered to the winds of changes.

In this quiet solitude, I am forced to confront the inevitable truth: our values, once aligned like stars in the night sky, have begun to drift apart, pulled by forces beyond our control. Though part of me yearns to linger in the comforting familiarity, I know too well not to grasp onto what has already slipped away.

So, I take one last lingering glance over my shoulder, committing every detail to my memory — the laughter, the tears, the whispered confession of a friendship now consigned to the pages of history.

As I turn away, I can’t help but wonder if the grief of parting will ever lose its sting, if the ache of what once was will ever fade into the gentle murmur of acceptances. Perhaps, in time, it will. But for now, I shall try to be content with my own company — as someone caught between the echoes of yesterday and the promise of tomorrow.

This is my first time on here and i need too seek advice from someone. Today I was playing football when me and a Guy about my age got in argument, things escalated quickly and it became a fight, so while i was fighting him he maybe slapped me 2 or 3 times and i hit hit the same way and also landed my leg on his head, but a group of about 5 people came to help him and there were also some of my friends that should of been on my side but most of them didn't do shit, i have 3 BEST friends that i trusted a lot. When the group of 5 and the guy from the beggining started to hit me them made me falla down and they started hitting me now 2 of my BEST friends were Trying to defend me while the third one was just watching me, i got Up and tried to fight so i tried to Focus on the main Guy so keep hitting him but his Friends just also try to hit me, i was in a situaton of 4vs1 and some kids were also throwing rocks at me, and i had an audience of about 8 people that i know but they just didnt help me at all. Now a man came and tried to solve the thing but we both just went our ways, the guys that hit me live pretty close to me and i don't want other people to know that i got beat up because i would seam a person that is weak. I figured this writing this might help.

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After the 3 sons die, horrible things start to happen Watch it now on youtube: https://youtu.be/OQu61kq9foY?si=FgE53Q96H2mvoVzY

While inside the fortress, hell was breaking loose, so was it outside. Despite losing their leaders on most fronts, the pirates have successfully defeated most of the navy. The damage done to the docks, the warehouses and the training grounds left them unrepairable. What wasn’t destroyed by the invaders was washed away in the tide, risen by Ainsworth.

However, the losses on the opposite side were severe as well. The, around a hundred most skilled, pirates recruited have mostly fallen and only a handful remained. Opposing the navy’s thousands of soldiers, this was quite the result, but they haven’t survived everything yet. Along with the beam of light came scorching heat outside, killing those who remained, setting everything on fire.

The only two far away enough not to burn to death were the two who were lying outside the prison, unable to move. Due to the sheer amount of energy released, they woke up to the island around them burning. Not having any options to protect themselves they started chatting:

• I see you’re up as well. I thought you got me for a moment there. It would’ve comical to end up dead, after coming back to life once.

• You were impressive as well, for human scum, that is. You thought a prison warden knows nothing about war?

• Do you think I had any choice left? You also hate us for whatever reason, but I don’t consider myself a pirate, so I don’t hate any of you.

• You come to our island, make us look like amateurs, and destroy what we’ve built up throughout the past decade, and you expect me not to hate you?! It doesn’t matter whatever you think you are, that change nothing. And if you don’t consider yourself a pirate, why are you alongside them? It isn’t some kind of hobby a sane person does.

• I have trained the one you’ve caught. I must say he was hopeless when we’ve begun, but he has shown great progress. It’s a shame, that he wasn’t able to produce results. Bending the sea like he did was laughable. If we make it out alive, I have to give him a proper scolding.

• So, are you leaving them after you are done? Or will you find an excuse to tag along?

• If they need me, I will help them out, after all, I’ve been kicked out of that island.

• What island?

• You know the one on the north side? The one that girl of yours caught? His grandfather lives at the north from Puerto de Landrones. Oh, that’s where we got our crew from.

• You got a crew this strong from a navy island?

• You call that a navy island?! That place is full with criminals of every sort. Not that it matters, now that they are all dead. Where were we? Oh, yes. That man took me in when I was left, floating on the sea as a child. I believe the found me around the shores of Suriname, where my parents died in a storm.

• Where were they from? From your name and way you talk, I believe you are from the Balkan Peninsula. I had some friends from there, what annoying people.

• I’m from Hrvatska. It is in the Habsburg Empire. It’s been a part of Hungary for who knows how many centuries.

• It pains my tongue to say that word. Haven’t you known we have our own name for that?

• Obviously not. I’ve been living with a Japanese man and his grandson for 27 years after all. I only got to know the English name of their country when I talked to Louis during his training. You should tell me so I won’t confuse anyone else.

• It’s called Croatia, all right. You pirates are so dumb. Travelling around the world, not being able to tell the rest where you are from. And on top of that, how do you know to speak our language?

• Those two have taught me, since they’ve learnt it after they escaped their home.

• It makes sense. After all, they arrived from a country closed to outsiders, and the old man became one of the legendary crew. I know who you’re talking about, and I presume you know who he is as well.

• Shibasaki Shin, the lone survivor of the destruction of Quenn Ann’s revenge.

• It’s good to know we both’ve been told the same thing. Can you continue, why you would choose piracy, rather than going back?

• When Johnathan invited me to join, I wanted to decline, to train further, but before I could finish, Shin knocked me out and form what I’ve heard, has told the other two to never bring me back, ever.

• So, because that old fart kicked you out, you saw no other way, than to follow someone you’ve barely talked with, came here, slaughtered my five best men, and probably a lot more and you expect me to forgive you for it?

• Pretty much.

• I’m not obsessed with justice, like that idiotic Kane, but I can’t stand narcissists like you. Telling me you are to be forgiven for mass murder, piracy and whatnot, because you’re “not a pirate” – Ainsworth fumed – If I could stand up, I would massacre you right here.

• Same here. Honestly, I hope we meet sometime again. I would love to send you to the bottom of the sea, so the fish can feed on you.

• You shouldn’t get your hopes up. We should consider ourselves lucky, that we are alive. If my instincts are right, Kane have lost, but there is something much worse inside there.

After Ainsworth said this, the beam of light stopped, and the skies were cleared. But for some reason, they felt like the real battle inside was just beginning. While they were on the ground, unable to move a muscle the ones in the fortress attempted what no human has ever done: killing a god.

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CONTEXT

This story is a personal story from around 2 years ago and it deals with many harsh topics. Please keep your opinions to yourself after reading.

My mother is the worst. While this may seem radical, it could not be more true. I lost my mail carrier job due to covid and other reasons around 2 years ago, and had to move back in with my parents after not seeing them for a very long time. At the time I was pretty youthful (39) so I had somewhat been looking forward to getting to reunite with my parents. Due to covid I obviously couldn't work, so like everyone else I didn't go outside, played a whole lot of video games, and of course masturbated many times a day ;)

Once covid began to end is when my mom started to become abusive. She would constantly scream at me and tell me that it was time to get a job since places were hiring again. She didn't understand no matter how many times I told her the effects that covid had on my mental state, which meant I couldn't get a job until I was in the right headspace and able to give my full effort to work, as well as the housing crisis that many young people like myself were facing in this economy and also the fact that it was becoming a socially acceptable trend to live with your parents. My mom did not understand this at all.

The worst of it all was when I was playing overwatch on my pc that had taken my father 2 whole hours to set up she came into MY ROOM, and unplugged MY PC. This was when the constant verbal abuse started coming out, she'd criticized my age, my lack of a job, she made fun of me for not going to college and called me pathetic for playing video games at 40 years old (which is what every other millinial does lol) That had done it, I tried to walk past her but she had pushed me to my breaking point and I very lightly pushed her shoulders. She screamed out dramatically and crumbled to the ground still screaming and crying as if I had punched her or something, as if I was in the wrong for standing up for myself. I was done with the abuse from now on my mom knew that I was the man of the house and she didn't even try to make me pay for her hospital bills.

I now live with my pregnant wife, and am the owner of a successful clothing brand that gets several sales by the week. This story is for anyone living with an abusive family member and to let you know that no matter what you do you can still succeed in life and achieve your dreams.

Humans are Weird – Storm Watching

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“Why did we even bother building a base on the land anyway?” Rollsaround asked as he absorbed the dim light filtering through the wide windows of the base.

The windows gave an impressive view of what the humans in their generosity called a “coastline”. Instead of gently undulating coral beds easing down into the water the glittering volcanic rock dropped abruptly from the graminoid covered highlands and dove down dozens of meters to where it usually met the heaving surface of the water below. Today however the water had seemingly decided to express its objections to the separation and was attempting to scale the cliffs in massive waves. The base vibrated from the force of a gust of wind and Rollsaround hunkered deeper into his mineral bath.

“Do you require another introduction of thermal-loaded water?” Tenth Cousin asked from where she perched on a Shatar couch, reading something that was supposed to be very masculine poetry from her homeworld.

“I do not,” Rollsaround reassured her. “I was just reacting negatively to the storm.”

She tilted her head to examine the weather conditions with a thoughtful set to her antenna.

“I think it is a pleasant change,” she said. “The harsh, unfiltered lights of the suns here means that we have no real night. The clouds at lest allow the illusions of dusk, and the wind overhead is not entirely unlike breezes in Father’s canopy if you can focus your attention on some pleasant task.”

“Well if we can’t go outside during clear weather without protection due to the radiation,” Rollsaround grumbled, “and we can’t go outside in stormy weather due to the, well, the storm, I say we should have just built a floating base that we could submerge during storm weather.”

“There is perhaps logic in that,” Tenth cousin agreed, and very deliberately tilted her head back to the poetry.

Rollsaround drooped his leading appendages over the edge of the bowl and absorbed the storm light in a slightly sulky mood. The airlock cycled open and Third Sister stepped in with the brisk stride that Rollsaround had noticed that high ranking sisters only used when they were looking for someone who had committed some infraction. Tenth Cousin brought the poem up closer to her face and started moving her mandibles as if she was completely focused on sounding out the words. Third Sister tilted her head the examine the cousin and then abruptly swiveled her body to focus on Rollsaround.

“First Ecologist,” she began, “do you know First Mechanic’s current location? The exterior vents in my lab require percussive maintenance.”

“He is off shift by now,” Rollsaround said. “You should check the washrooms and his quarters.”

However even as he offered this sound advice Rollsaround felt a ripple of unease. Human Friend Conner almost never went to his quarters after his shift. He was highly social, even by human standards and usually came to the main room to chat first thing.

“I have already checked both of those locations,” Third Sister stated. “He is not there and he is not answering his comm.”

Rollsaround mulled over that. Clearly Third Sister needed to find the human. An improperly vented laboratory in such a base as theirs was a serious health risk.

“Have you checked the storage areas?” he asked.

“I did a ping for his comm,” she replied, “but it is not reading as in the base at all so I could not locate the room he was in. I was surprised as I didn’t think we had any shielding strong enough to block the comm signal in the base-”

She cut off as Rollsaround suddenly surged up out of his mineral bath and crawled out of it.

“What is the matter First Ecologist?” Third Sister asked in confusion.

“He has gone out for a walk,” Rollsaround said, forgetting in his rush to add emotional undertones to his words.

“Out?” Third Sister demanded, her antenna going lax with confusion.

“Out to watch the storm from withing the wind currents,” Rollsaround explained.

“How do you gather that?” Third Sister demanded.

“He has described storm watching on his homeworld to me,” Rollsaround explained as he opened the hatch to the sub floor currents. “He also mentioned what he thought the perfect storm watching spot would be on these cliffs. That spot is behind enough rocks to block the signal. Now if you will excuse me I am going to go fetch him.”

“He has broken regulations!” Third Sister clicked, her frill flashing red with alarm.

“That on a secondary vine,” Tenth Cousin interjected as she came up to them. “The same regulations apply to you First Ecologist! The wind-”

“I am rated as fully wind resistant under these conditions,” Rollsaround said with a dismissive wave, “one of the perks of not being built like a windmill.”

“Your thermal mass-” Tenth Cousin tried again.

“I am fully warmed at the moment and I will turn back if my core temperature drops too low,” he interjected again. “Now if there are no further objections?”

Without waiting for their objections he dropped down into the sub-floor current and tapped the control panel to direct the current to the main outlet. He bundled his appendages and let himself be swept into the cold, but fresh exterior water. He bumped up against the smooth rise of the outlet and edged up out of the water. The wind was powerful. He could feel it tug at him if he raised a gripping appendage high, but at least over the main path there were eddies along the ground that were so comparatively we that he couldn’t even feel them. He began shuffling at top speed along the path. A the crest of the first high spot the winds did hit him, shoving his body sideways. However, as he had expected it required barely a fraction of his strength to grip the path firmly with his set appendages as he moved the free appendages forward. It barely even slowed him down, the roar of it was rather disconcerting when it wasn’t muted by the base walls however. He did wonder how the human had made it this far. After a long steady shuffle he rounded the corner that was blocking the signal and spotted a tall figure down at the cliff’s edge that wasn’t normally there.

Rollsaround activated the comm he was holding pressed against the ground. There was a significant delay before the human responded.

“Human Friend Conner,” Rollsaround said, trying to put firmness in his tones. “Come now and carry me back to the base. I am at the crest of the hill looking down at you.”

There was an odd sound from the comm that suggested the human was trying to say something back, but human speaking organs were not optimized for shielding the microphone of a comm while speaking so the human simply gave two short radio bursts and the tall figure on the cliff’s edge began swaying back and forth as it moved towards the path. Rollsaround anchored himself more fully against the blasts and watched in grim interest as the gusts blew the tall human form to one side and then the other as the human struggled up the path.

When Human Friend Conner finally did reach him the human didn’t bother speaking. He just reached down with a grin and tried to lift the Undulate off of the path. For one long moment Rollsaround hung on to the ground in a show of strength. He wasn’t sure if it would impress the human but a little dominance display did seem called for. He let go when the look of perplexity fully formed on the humans face but before he could give a more powerful tug and they headed back to the base.

Being carried over a meter above the ground in this wind was another experience altogether. The swaying of the human in the wind felt far wilder than it had looked, and Rollsaround found himself clutching tightly to the human’s coat as the wind tried to rip him away. They finally made the base airlock and stepped through to the blessedly still air. Rollsaround dropped to the floor and shook the cold water off of himself.

“I think Third Sister would like a word with you,” he said.

Granted she would probably want a word with him too, but Human Friend Conner didn’t need to know that.

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In a town where odd occurrences were the norm, the mystery of the missing socks baffled residents. Every laundry day, socks vanished without a trace, leaving their partners lonely and forlorn. Detective Max, renowned for cracking quirky cases, took on the challenge.

Armed with a magnifying glass and a sense of humor, Max interrogated laundry baskets and interrogated lint traps. His breakthrough? A mischievous sock-stealing gnome named Gideon, who hoarded socks for his elaborate puppet shows. With a chuckle and a handshake, Max brokered a deal: socks in exchange for front-row seats to Gideon's next performance. And thus, harmony returned to the sock drawers of the town.

“It’s a guy from a far away land. We’d make him one of our warriors.”

“He’s a warrior.”

“Look, an unplayable character.”

Knight looks at me, “He’s knows what real war is like (sarcastically). They dig holes. I read about their wars.”

Some fencers, stop their sparring, pose, and look at me, “he looks like he’d make a good fencer.”

Overall, fun experience. I would go back if I could get into the mindset.

Do you think ghosts are real? Why do you think so?

i had a great friendgroup with people that i knew verry well and had a lot of trust in them.

for context, all of us (except of girl) met in 1st grade. we all had great friendships so we made a gc for our friendgroup with 4 members, sarah, ava, my besfriend and me. it was 4 of us until 5th grade when we added anofher girl mia we were super close with. again everything was good no fights nothing. then in 7th grade we added 2 girls. 1st girl we will call her sofia and the 2nd anna. we added sophia and not long after anna.

we had a few childish fights with sofia but nothing serious. anna moved here in 6th grade and we beacme good friends and grew closer over time so she also became a part of our friendgroup.

a few months after adding sofia and anna they started to ''hate'' each other, that resulted a lot of fights between them and kinda separating the group into 2. but evern with those fights we made some awesome memories.

one random afternoon anna randomly left the gc. we all started to question her why she did it and she said it was becouse of sofia but she wanted to hangout with sarah and ava. sarah and ava didn't want that becouse they met the real her.

after anna left sarah and ava distanced themselves from anna, she still wanted to hangout and stuff but they denied. she left in december and for the whole month we were planing to get rid of her. we planned a sleepover at mias place in january.

on the sleepover somebody had to call her and just say hey we don't want to hang out with you anymore and just end the friendship completly. nobody had the balls to call her so i did. i called her and told her that we dont like her personality and the way she acts and wnated to stop all contact, she jusut said okay and that was it. after that call we had a great night blasting music on the roof, laughing, talking and so on.

after she left she started spreading rumors that we are super toxic dickheads, and we kicked her from the friendgroup (she left). that didn't bother us or upset us becouse we had eachother. our friendgroup was great again, no fights nothing. we didnt talk to anna for about 3 months. it was a bit harder since sarah and ava went to the same class but they managed.

but in early april sarah and ava said that they were friends again and they were hiding it for a few weeks. they had ONE talk with her and said that she has changed completly (it has been 3 months). that day we had a big fight and sarah and ava left the friendgroup.

we talked it out and after a week or so they were back. but just after that sofia told us that she is also friends wit her again and that her mind changed in a few minutes. before all that friends again bullshit they were talking shit about her for 3 months.

then sofia leaked the gc to anna and she sent it to my teacher and i had big problems with my parents at home and after that day the friendgroup was officialy destroyed. sarah, ava and sophia on one side and me, my bestfriend and mia of the other.

then we just kinda had one of those fake friendships until late april.then i found out that sofia told anna about my suicide attempts. she confronted me becouse i talked shit about her and when i told her i knew that she told anna about my attempts she said that she already had a suspicion. we ended all contact that day.

after that day sarah, ava and sopfia became good friends with anna, and mia found new friends. now all of my childhood friends left me and my bestfriend for some girl that they know for a year. now they snitch on me to my teachers but they know i have family issues and i get into a lot of trouble. also them and their new friendgroup (lot of guys) think im a satanist becouse im a metalhead and some other assumptions. it is really sad to see my childhood friends turn into one of those pick me girls that want the attention of the boys, and lose them. my best memories are with them and now they are just strangers that wont even look at me on the hallway. but my bestfreind is still here and i can't explain how gratefull i am for her.

just wanted to share this story. and what are your thoughts on this mess? do you think we will ever be friends again?

SORRY FOR MY GRAMMAR

I lov reading these stories!?!?

I was about 12 in year 7 at a posh private school there were barely any black kids for context I am mixed race there like 1 black kid per 100 I started being picked on by someone he covered my face so I couldn't breath I punched him in the face he got a tooth nocked out I got in trouble from the head of year 7 she was a bitch she hated me then someone smashed my computer keep in mind money isn't a problem as if a school computer beacks you have to break it everyone has there own one he broke it my dad is a surgeon who has a lot of money so we were able to pay for it m kicked him into a wall I got a detention my parents were pissed with the bitch she tried to lie by saying the boy didn't do anything and that I attacked him for no reason keep in mind I don't have any friends next I got a bottle of lucazade poured down my too I had my entire class trying to stop me from hurting him I just walked past like 20 people grabbing me and last but not least I got thrown down a flight of fuckin stairs I got a bad concussion everyone laughed at me took me 2 hours to find medical attention only to get shouted at by the reception as to why I had to come went to hospital hated myself for being mixed got taken out the school been homeschooled till I could find a school for like 5 monts I was feeling depressed as I barely went out or talked to anyone my age wanted to kill myself found a great school next term and even skipped a year because of my intelligence

In the annals of history, certain stories stand out for their sheer tragedy and darkness. The case of Advika Valki is one such tale that sends shivers down the spine of those who hear it. What began as a seemingly ordinary love story took a sinister turn, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake.

A Fateful Union: The Marriage of Advika Valki and Quincy Pierre

In the year 1919, amidst the post-war euphoria, Advika Valki, a young woman of 27 years, exchanged vows with her beloved fiancé, Quincy Pierre, aged 26. Their love story, which had blossomed over four years of courtship, seemed like a match made in heaven to those around them.

The Unthinkable Betrayal: A Spree of Unspeakable Violence

Tragically, the honeymoon phase of Advika and Quincy's marriage was short-lived. Just three weeks after their nuptials, a darkness consumed Advika's soul, leading her down a path of unspeakable violence. In a chilling turn of events, she embarked on a serial killing spree that claimed the lives of not only her husband Quincy Pierre but also 13 other innocent souls.

Unraveling the Mind of a Killer: The Psychological Profile of Advika Valki

Psychologists and criminologists delved into the psyche of Advika Valki, seeking to understand the deep-seated motivations behind her heinous acts. What inner demons drove this once-love-struck young woman to commit such atrocities against those she once held dear?

The Legacy of Tragedy: Remembering the Victims

As the community grappled with the aftermath of Advika's reign of terror, the memories of the victims loomed large. Each life lost in her spree of violence left a void that could never be filled, a stark reminder of the fragility of human existence in the face of senseless brutality.

Seeking Justice: The Trial of Advika Valki

In the wake of the bloodshed wrought by Advika Valki, the wheels of justice turned inexorably. The trial that followed was a harrowing spectacle of legal proceedings, as the full extent of Advika's crimes was laid bare for all to see. The community demanded accountability for the lives lost at her hands.

Conclusion: A Dark Chapter in History

The tale of Advika Valki stands as a cautionary reminder of the depths to which human nature can descend when consumed by darkness. As the years pass, her name will be etched in the annals of infamy, a chilling testament to the destructive power of love turned deadly.

May the souls of the departed find peace, and may the memory of their tragic end serve as a warning to all who dare to tread the path of darkness.

[This was A.I. generated by Opera GX's Aria, because I'm bad at writing]

In 2022, I played a DOORS roleplay game in Roblox and met someone I'll refer to as "Pete" for privacy reasons. We played together for a few hours and I added him as a friend. After a few weeks, he introduced me to another player that I'll call "Chris." We played together for several months and became good friends over the next year. In November 2023, Pete asked me if I had Discord, and I replied that I did. We added each other on Discord, and since then, we've remained good friends. Please let me know if you have any further questions!

Im writing this post because I am honestly at the end of my rope… I’m a 23 year old female and I’ve been in therapy for a year now. I’ve talked with my therapist about majority of the things I am going to discuss and over time I did see some improvement but now I’m back at square one. Recently something happened that completely triggered me and now I just feel hopeless. Last month I had surgery and I was supposed to have an ovarian cyst removed from my ovary but the surgery did not go as planned and I ended up losing a fallopian tube and diagnosed with stage 3 endometriosis. I was told that I may still be able to have children but there will be some difficulties. And unfortunately, a month later I already feel as if I can feel another cyst growing because my ovaries constantly throb and feel swollen. Having children is very important to me, I’ve always dreamed of one day being able to have my own family that I will love and they love me in return. Finding out there’s a possibility I might not be able to have children has completely shattered me. I feel as if this event has confirmed the fact that I am unlovable. It seems as if anything involving “love” it gets ripped away from me or I’m completely rejected from it. My therapist thinks I shouldn’t just accept the fact that I can’t have kids but still remain hopeful because there is some possibility I could but that’s honestly too painful. If I keep that hope alive and it doesn’t happen, it will destroy me mentally and emotionally. It’s the same as dating, I’ve always told myself that one day I’ll find someone who loves and cherishes me but in the end I always get left or abused. There is no one for me, it’s just wishful thinking and I get disappointed every-time. Right about now I feel broken in entirety, I was honestly doing very well for myself. I brought my first vehicle cash, I graduated last May with a bachelors, I just started working in a job within my professional career, and I was planning to go back to school next fall to obtain my masters. I felt happy and stable for once and now I’ve fallen on my face. Apart of me wants to just throw in the towel and be done but another part of me feels as if I need to keep going because I do deserve to live I just want to experience something new instead of being hurt all the time. I know life comes with good and bad but I just want a moment of time where I can finally experience more of the good. So I guess what I’m asking is, could anyone give me some advice or tips on healing? I don’t want to give up yet I just feel broken. This will probably be a very long post so I’ll break everything into sections that I would like to address.

Homelife/sexual abuse

I come from a dysfunctional family. If you asked, my family would tell you that we all love each other and we are one perfect family but that is delusional. We all love each other but it’s a toxic love not pure. For starters, at age 4, my father started exposing porn to me. The first time it happened, I had woken out of my sleep and looked over at the tv and there was porn up there and my dad was asleep. For a very long time, I just dismissed it because I felt like he had done it accidentally and just fell asleep. However, looking back he had watched porn while I was in the room or close by enough to see on multiple occasions as a little girl. He never made an effort to even change the channel when he would be watching this stuff so I know it was intentional. Soon after he began exposing me to porn, I became hypersexual. I never really knew what I was doing but more so copying what I had been shown. One day, there was an incident with a cousin of mine and I got in trouble by my mom for kissing him. My mother beat me and began asking me if anyone was touching me. And naturally, I responded no because my dad wasn’t molesting me or touching me inappropriately or atleast not in a way that four year old me could identify. I never thought to mention this to my mom because I didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to be watching it around me. I didn’t know what sex was. Overtime my behavior worsened and my mom immediately began to point fingers at my dad, yelling at him and saying that he was molesting me. My dad always denied and eventually my mom left it alone but decided to just start beating me everytime I behaved in a sexual manner.

It wasn’t until I was about 7 years old, when I had gotten in trouble at school for behaving sexually inappropriate with another little girl in the schools bathroom that my dad stopped showing me pornography. He suddenly became very “concerned” with making sure all content in the household was kid appropriate but now looking back he just didn’t want to get caught because there was investigation going on with both families of the children involved and he knew that I had gotten older and might be able to articulate that I had learned those behaviors from him. Eventually, after he stopped showing me, I stopped being so overly hypersexual and actually behaved like a normal child. But at age 9, my brother began molesting me. The molestation lasted from around 9-11 but I never told anyone because I was afraid I would be blamed or that I might be accused of lying. I just swept it under the rug and for years I’ve always just told myself he was also a child as a way to cope but it doesn’t take away the fact that I felt used and violated. I understand that he may have been abused as well but still till this day he behaves in an inappropriate manner. He doesn’t touch me anymore, but he’s always staring at my breast and butt and it’s creepy.

After my brother began molesting me, for some odd reason my dad completely stopped talking to me. Despite his behavior, my dad and I were very close but immediately after the molestation began he kind of just started treating me like I didn’t exist anymore. Even my mom noticed and talked to him about ignoring me multiple times. I never realized that what my dad was doing was sexual abuse, I just always pushed it aside, it wasn’t until college where I took a class on child welfare and child abuse that I learned knowingly exposing children to porn is abuse.

Bullying

Meanwhile I was being sexually abused in my household, I also have an older sister who was my very first bully. My sister is ten years older than me and for as long as I can remember she has always been my biggest critic. Anything I did as a child whether good or bad she had a negative comment. She has always used her age to push me around and. As I’ve gotten older, she gotten worse. Over the years, she has body shamed me, made jokes about my mental illness, called me all sorts of sluts and whores and just plain berated me. Anytime I have ever tried to stand up to my sister, she speaks over me and yells and I just shut down. My family always takes her side and just says to ignore her but it’s hurtful.

Not to mention, when I was 14 years old, freshman in high school, someone decided that it would be fun to circulate a rumor around the school that I was a “whore” and slept with everybody. Now I understand the stereotype that every person who has been sexually abused is hypersexual but that wasn’t the case for me. I battled hypersexuality as a very young child but once I learned what sex was and that it was for “adults” I pretty much moved forward and just didn’t give it second thoughts. These rumors lasted my whole time in high school, even teachers joined in on the bullying. I was told that I would never amount to anything more than a whore or that I would get pregnant and drop out. So many people told me that no man would ever love me or date me because I was known as just a slut. And honestly all of this broke me. I’ve always wondered what I did wrong to deserve it. I was very quiet in school, never dressed inappropriately, and didn’t even talk to boys. I was still a virgin then and still a virgin now at 23.

Even though my parents were strict and I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but to school and back my mom still thinks I’m lying and was actually sleeping with multiple people at my school. And I would like to note my mom was a stay at home parent so she home with me 24/7 yet her speculation is that I would have sex at school. And anytime I have ever cried about this situation my mom would yell at me and say”that’s not trauma get over it.” And this is where I’ve learned to face the fact that maybe I am unlovable. I feel like everybody thinks I’m only good for sex my own mom always told me men would only want sex from me. If my own father and brother couldn’t love me in a pure way why would anyone else? And because of that I have a big fear of sex and won’t give my body away to anyone because I’m afraid of being used. I seem to be rejected from everyone. My family mistreats me, I have no friends, all of my previous relationships have been dysfunctional or abusive… there is no one who loves me. I know it’s easy to say “love yourself” but when you’ve been through so much abuse sometimes you just want a support system or even just a hug. I now suffer with anxiety and OCD and honestly I never feel safe I’m constantly waiting for something or someone to hurt me. I just don’t get why I’m unlovable.

How do you heal from this? What do I even do to move forward? Like I’m at a standstill..

Larry K. Stanton believes the percentage of African Americans in the US state of Georgia is far higher. I think more than 39% of people in this state are African American. Georgia is a US state in southwestern USA north of Florida and sandwiched between Alabama and South Carolina.

I (17m) had this girlfriend (14f) who slept with me and afterwards left me and a week later slept with my bestfriend (15m)

This Best friend of mine went after my last 3 exes with two of them where he had a relationship with and atm has a relationship with the third ex. I went on holidays to my home country after 6 years and I was really exited about it. On the way to my home country my younger brother (15m) just said that my bestfriend wanted to have my gf for her body, I contacted her but she was with him at the time and I wasn’t notified about it but I waited for her to get home and I told her about the news I had gotten from my brother and I asked her to get away from him a bit. It was planned for me and my family to stay there for only a week but due to some family issues we ended up staying another week. In that time she got away from me and closer to him and I realised that so I I read of confronting her about that I just started having doubts about my feelings by that time we had already made the sexual act. Once I got back the first chance we got we made the act again. About a day or two later I felt guilty and decided to tell her that I was unsure about my feeling and I needed some time to thing about some stuff. Which she replied with a thumbs up but later that day she broke up with me over text. I didn’t think much of it so I just shut my feelings for her down. A week passed and during that time my brother went to sleepover at his friend. At night they decided to go to my bestfriend ends house because he doesn’t live too far away. They go there and he answer the door but behind him is my ex that broke up with me a week ago with shorts, bra and a jacket wrongly closed to hide that she was with a bra on only. I only got to know these things the day after my brother came back home. At that pint I already knew slept together but I didn’t think it was more than that until he texted me and said they had sex and then I just got instantly mad and yelled at both of them. Was I wrong to do that and say he’s a shit friend and that she’s a whore? I’m still not over that yet because it’s been only 3 days since all of that. What should I do???

hi so i’m just gonna get right into it, i 17m, my gf 16f, are currently in her room sleeping after everything that happened. so me & my brother, 11m were in the kitchen making food and he just kept using bad language so i told him that my father-in-law (not actually but you get the point) said that he cusses a lot for his age and he said “fuck that guy” and “who gives a fuck what he says”. i told him to chill but my gf heard it all and obviously was pissed at me for him saying that since that’s her dad. i also thought it was very rude so i go talk to my dad 1 on 1 hoping that he understands how bad that is and just talks to him about the bad words/showing respect to other people. he started lecturing me saying that i also say bad words too so why does it matter? it matters because me and him aren’t the same age but they’re just worried about me instead of him. i just left the room because i wasn’t trying to listen to my dad defending my brother’s actions. a couple days pass by and yesterday morning my mom came in to tell me to move my ps5 into the garage and i said no. she said i’m not asking and i told her i don’t feel like playing in there, i js want to play in my room. i get that the ps5 gets hot in my room but that’s why i have a fan and a window open at all times. while i had my spider-man mission on pause hoping to come back, she just started unplugging my stuff and gave it to my dad. obviously that had me angry and i tried snatching it from her but they told me to chill and i should just do whatever they want. i finally told them when they have a problem with me, they address it right away and with anything else, they don’t care. they said what am i implying with that and i brought up what my brother said about my gf dad. i honestly couldn’t believe it after what they said. they basically told me that her dad didn’t hear him so why am i trippin. i told them his daughter did which is my gf and she wanted me to talk to them. they also said it’s my fault i was on the phone with her and that still makes it okay to say that type of rude stuff?? i called them self centered because what are those type of excuses, why are they trying to defend him so hard? they got really offended and started mocking me and that i’ll just be a bum on the street when i’m older begging them for money. they laughed at me with personal stuff i’ve told them that i’m not gonna say on here but that was shocking to me and they’re basically dead to me atp. i also have so much regret because it could’ve gone very differently but it’s also their fault too for always trying to defend their precious baby. my dad told me before i left to have a nice life out there in a mocking manner but pls let me know if i did the right thing or no. i’m currently staying at my gf house since we kinda told her the mom gist of it and i’m very glad she was understanding of my situation. but i honestly feel like i did the right thing because no one should ever say stuff like that about other people especially letting your 11 year old say that without punishment.

In the hidden village of Shinobigakure, there lived a boy named Kaito, whose life was forever changed by the shadows of the underworld. While the village prospered above, its underground society was controlled by a notorious gang named "Wrath's Veil," led by a shinobi known only as Wrath.

Wrath was a figure shrouded in mystery, feared and respected by all who knew of him. His mastery of ninjutsu, taijutsu, and kenjutsu was unmatched, and his name struck terror into the hearts of his enemies. But what made Wrath truly remarkable was not just his skill, but the path he had taken to achieve it.

Long before he became the leader of Wrath's Veil, Wrath was an outcast, a boy who had been cast aside by the very society he sought to be a part of. Born into a family of esteemed shinobi, Wrath's lack of talent was seen as a disgrace. He struggled to grasp even the most basic techniques, unable to perform even the simplest of jutsu.

Denied entry into the prestigious ninja academy, Wrath was left to fend for himself in the unforgiving streets of Shinobigakure. But instead of succumbing to despair, he turned his misfortune into motivation, training tirelessly in secret, determined to prove his worth to those who had rejected him.

As the years passed, Wrath honed his skills in the shadows, mastering the arts of combat through sheer willpower and determination. While others relied on their natural talent, Wrath pushed himself beyond his limits, refusing to be defined by his shortcomings.

Eventually, he rose to prominence within the underground society, assembling a band of loyal followers who admired his strength and unwavering resolve. Together, they formed Wrath's Veil, carving out a territory for themselves within the dark underbelly of Shinobigakure.

But Wrath's ascent to power did not go uncontested. Rival gangs and ambitious shinobi sought to challenge his dominance, sparking conflicts that shook the very foundations of the village. Yet time and time again, Wrath emerged victorious, his mastery of combat tactics and strategy proving too much for his adversaries to overcome.

Kaito, meanwhile, found himself drawn into the world of the underground after being rejected by the ninja academy. Enthralled by the allure of power, he joined Wrath's Veil, eager to prove himself as a capable shinobi despite his lack of natural talent.

As Kaito climbed the ranks of Wrath's Veil, he grew disillusioned with the gang's methods and the toll their actions took on innocent lives. He began to question Wrath's leadership and the path they were on, but his doubts were quickly silenced by the fear of retribution.

The tension between Kaito and Wrath reached its boiling point when Wrath ordered a brutal attack on a rival gang, resulting in the deaths of several innocent bystanders. Unable to stand by and watch any longer, Kaito confronted Wrath, challenging him to a duel to decide the fate of the gang and the village.

The long-awaited battle between Kaito and Wrath was fierce and intense, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits in a desperate bid for victory. But as the dust settled and the smoke cleared, it was Kaito who emerged triumphant, his determination and resolve shining through in the face of adversity.

In his defeat, Wrath saw the error of his ways. He realized that his thirst for power had blinded him to the suffering he had caused, and he begged for forgiveness from Kaito and the village. Moved by his former mentor's plea, Kaito extended a hand of mercy, offering Wrath a chance at redemption.

But their moment of reconciliation was short-lived as a new threat emerged from the shadows - a powerful rogue ninja who sought to overthrow the village and plunge it into chaos. In a shocking twist, it was revealed that the rogue ninja was none other than Kaito's long-lost brother, Ren.

Betrayed by the village and driven by a thirst for revenge, Ren had allied himself with Wrath in a bid to tear down the very society that had rejected them both. Together, they unleashed chaos upon Shinobigakure, their combined strength threatening to overwhelm the village and its defenders.

In a desperate bid to stop them, Kaito and his allies, including Sora and Ayumi, fought bravely against the forces of darkness. But it was Wrath who ultimately made the ultimate sacrifice, giving his life to save Kaito and the village from certain destruction.

With Wrath's death, Ren's grip on reality began to falter, his desire for revenge consuming him entirely. In a final showdown, Kaito faced off against his brother, their battle echoing the struggles of the past and the hope for a better future.

In the end, it was not brute strength or sheer power that defeated Ren, but the bonds of brotherhood and the love that had endured despite the darkness that threatened to tear them apart. As Ren lay defeated, his final moments were filled with regret and sorrow, his last words a plea for forgiveness from his brother.

With the threat of the rogue ninja finally extinguished, Shinobigakure began to rebuild, its people united once more by the shared bonds of community and friendship. And though the scars of the past would never truly fade, they served as a reminder of the sacrifices made for the greater good and the hope for a brighter tomorrow.

Looking for opinions, anything really… I’m (21F). I had this guy friend I met at work he found out I had a little crush on him and we started talking after that. Dude was 39M at the time but none of that mattered. As time went by we started hanging out more and things happened. After a few months almost a year we kinda fell off because he was in a place where he wasn’t quite ready for a relationship. After a few months of not talking I ended up liking someone else. I dated this other guy for a few before a bad break up and the only person who I felt could give me genuine advice was the older dude. He was there in some of my worst times, we’d see each other here and there, but I really considered him a friend. After a year of our friendship and (with benefits) he told me he had started seeing someone else, and even though I knew a relationship with him would be impossible I can’t help but keeping thinking I lost a friend. How selfish could I be? As much as I want him to be happy I can’t stop thinking about him. Was it the fact that he was older and gave me comfort some couldn’t? Is it the face that I could have attachment issues. Or is feeling like this normal? I’m normally not one to talk about my feelings but I thought I’d try to receive some input from maybe others who have gone through a similar situation.

[FICTION] Mission Impossible fans furious and in uproar after Tom Cruise quits the franchise and an INDIAN man is selected to play Ethan Hunt in Mission Impossible 9! "How can anybody else play Ethan Hunt?! This is bonkers!" one bewildered fan exclaims.

9 dudes discuss whether they'll stop playing game franchise they have played for years because one of the protagonists in the next instalment is female. "I dunno, dude," one man says, "what else am I gonna play?" Another says, "it's entertainment, so it doesn't really matter who the main is..."

[FICTION] Hilarious video shows 9 dudes discussing whether they'll stop playing game franchise they have played for years because one of the protagonists in the next instalment is female. "I dunno, dude," one man says, "what else am I gonna play?" Another says, "it's entertainment, so it doesn't really matter who the main is..."

Coming back from church today, I decided to lay down under the covers since I didn't have plans for a bit. I naturally dozed off and took a short nap. The weird thing is, nearing the end of my nap. I kept dozing off and waking back up. I would wake up for a few seconds, then fall back asleep which would only last a minute or two (felt like it atleast) this went on for about 5 more times, before eventually in my dreams, I had slammed my head into a car door which is pretty odd thing to dream. After this I "woke" back up and my vision was flashing like a light on and off and it was hard to see kinda like squinting your eyes. It felt impossible to move anything and I couldn't talk, then a loud ringing started in my ear for about 7 seconds. Afterwards I officially woke up and got up. Weirdest thing to ever happen to me, anyone have something similar happen to them?

tl;dr Had a similar experience to sleep paralysis but wasn't sleep paralysis?