went to pick up a bag with synthwave on the phone, they pull up and stay 10 minutes with her window open. comes from africa and in the hood where this was, all they play in the streets is the latest rap. before this, on the walk through the mall to the place they got loud i was obligated to say aisha was 6 years old the apex of the greatest pyramid was spirited away. shadow on half its face when its in the middle of its solar orbit from an impression in the sand, and this is the same men who said themselves the chosen ones of the jewish religion. they still arent sure how they made the pyramids, when you really get to it, what made them want to stack rocks in such a place, but one way or the other the pharoahs was dark it gets.

The age-old debate, "Would you rather be in a forest with an unknown man or a bear" spread like wildfire through TikTok. With men committing over 80% of all violent crimes, it's no wonder why women often choose the bear. Especially over men like Wade Wilson, a murderous white supremacist who took the lives of two beautiful women. One of his victims was crushed by his car, and in his words, "Till she became like spaghetti."

You would think that after hearing such gruesome details, no woman in her right mind would choose a man over a bear. Unfortunately, Stacey Green did. Stacey was a newly graduated police officer who worked at Florida State Prison. Since she was a kid, she had always wanted to be a police officer, just like her father. Her father described her as a good Christian girl with a good head on her shoulders. Everyone had no doubt in their minds that she would go places, but they were not aware of Stacey's darker side. Her Christian background only hindered her true desires until it festered into a mind-spreading infection. What she really wanted was chaos, thrill, and unpredictability, all wrapped in a Christmas package. That package was found in Wade Wilson's trial.

She remembered when he walked into the courtroom with a stoic expression. He wore a black blazer with khaki pants, and she could not take her eyes off the obvious bulge protruding between his muscular thighs. The way he caressed his jaw, calmly swaying it side to side, made Stacey's womanhood water like a waterfall. His masculine aura took over the courtroom, giving the judge an occasional smirk when presented with details of his crime. Even when presented with the death penalty, he smirked, eyeing Stacey while caressing his manhood.

A little knock brought Stacey back into reality. Sadly, she found herself back in her office, feeling moisture in her underwear

"Come in," she said.

The department chief of Florida State Prison walked in.

"Hey Stacey, how do you feel?"

"I'm alright, I guess. Why are you here? I thought you were supposed to be on guard for Wade Wilson's last meal request."

"That's the thing," he said, pointing upward with his finger to emphasize his point.

"Some of the guys think you should do the watch. It's your first year here, and you need more experience. But To be honest I just want to go golfing."

Stacey folded her arms, amused by her boss's request.

"So you want me to do your job now? Seems fair enough," she said sarcastically.

"Great to hear the enthusiasm! Nolan and Hurtado will be outside the cell in ten minutes. Don't be late.... One more thing, try not to drool over yourself while you're in there."

The chief's departure gave her intense anxiety. She had spent the past five years avoiding Wade Wilson, only interacting with him in her fantasies. The time was here, and now she only had seven minutes to get to the cell. Her heart raced and her hands trembled as she stood up. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead, and began the walk to his cell, each step echoing her growing apprehension.

Both Nolan and Hurtado awaited outside Wilson's cell with a service cart. Nolan approached her with enthusiasm.

"Ah, Ms. Green... just in time. His execution is in three hours. Luckily, our watch is only about an hour or until he finishes his food."

"Anything good in there?" she asked, pointing at the cloche.

"Steak and lobster with a tomato puree, two slices of German chocolate cake, and to wash it all down, a bottle of Sunny D."

"Hey, he's eating better than me! My wife made overcooked meatloaf last night,"

"Alright, asshole, time to eat," the Hurtado said as he opened the cell.

Stacey looked inside, where a six-foot man sat behind a white table, staring her down like prey. His white supremacist tattoos only added a sense of dominance to his menacing face, or maybe a sick and twisted mind trying to play clown. As the three guards set up his last meal, his cold eyes stared into the distance, seemingly disassociated from the moment, which gave the guards an unsettling feeling.

One of the Nolan's radios went off.

"Hey Nolan, do you read me?"

"Yeah, what's up, boss?" he said, concerned.

"There's a potential riot down here in the galley. We need backup. Bring another body ASAP!"

"Backup? What does he mean by backup? We're on watch."

Nolan tried to get confirmation, but there was no reply.

"You two can go. I'll stay here with the watch," Stacey replied.

"Alright, you have a good head on your shoulders. I trust you. Hey Hurtado, let's go!"

Both darted off, leaving Stacey and Wilson alone. The cell grew quiet after both Nolan and Hurtado left. There was just an awkward silence between the two of them. The only sounds that could be heard were the aggressive chewing from Wilson's mouth. He fixed his gaze toward her, maintaining eye contact with each bite, tearing the flesh like an animal. His chiseled jaw muscles flexed whenever he chewed, invoking Stacey's primal instincts.

"The death penalty, huh? A bit overdramatic, don't you agree?"

She gave him no response.

"Not much of a talker. That's okay," he said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, tossing it onto the floor.

"Why are you talking to me?" she asked.

Wilson smiled at her question. "Don't you agree that people should have a chance to get their last wish before they die? A cancer patient gets to go to Disneyland, and a death row inmate gets to eat until his heart gives out. It's all about the yin and yang of it all."

"What's your point?" Stacey asked, trying to stand her ground.

"The point is, I don't want this shit!" He stood up and aggressively threw the plate across the cell, shattering it to pieces. She quickly had a firm grip on her gun in panic but failed to pull it, hypnotized by his words.

He began to slowly walk closer toward her.

"W-w-what do you want?" she stuttered.

He laughed. "Oh, you already know what I want. You tell me, what do I want?"

Wilson slowly approached her, seductively whispering, "Don't you agree a man should get what he wants before his head is displayed on the chopping block?"

Her mind spiraled in confusion, her heart pounding like a drum through her delicate chest. In a poor sense of judgment, she said, "Y-yes."

"So submit to me."

Wilson placed a gentle hand on her hand, releasing control of the gun to him. Stacey leaned in for a kiss but was rejected by a hair pull from Wilson. Her head was cocked back by his strong masculine grip.

"I don't kiss whores. Get on your knees."

She got on her knees, her mouth salivating for what was to come. This was the moment, the package she'd been waiting for: pure lustful submission. She watched him steadily pull down his zipper, exposing his nude body. She was now face-to-face with Wilson's manhood. It was bigger than she expected, and she contemplated not going any further. But before she had a chance to react, it was already down her throat. It pulsated, filling her mouth completely. Wilson's moans echoed through the facility as he maintained eye contact with Stacey's submissive eyes. He yanked her hair back again, exposing her Christian necklace from her vest.

"Is this what you want?" he said, tapping his manhood against her mouth and tongue.

She was so engrossed in the moment that the only thing she could do was to shower herself in the caked saliva that oozed from her mouth to her neck.

"I SAID, IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!"

He forcibly put his manhood down her throat again, this time giving her no time to breathe. She frantically moved her arms around, trying to fight off his aggression, but she was no match against his strong stature. The caked saliva that managed to escape from the crack of her mouth turned into blood, which choked her.

"Don't back down now; this is what you wanted, BITCH!" Wilson screamed, ejaculating into her mouth.

Her body grew numb and lifeless as he let her fall to the cold jail floor. She lay there, wasting away like a used-up toothpaste tube. Was this what she really wanted, or did her fantasies cloud her judgment? And I ask you, my fellow reader, who would you choose: the bear or the man?

I just wanted to share the story of my everyday life with you because whenever I tell someone about it, they seem shocked. I (19m) and my girlfriend (18m) have always loved movies like Jackass, we especially liked the pranks. At some point we decided that we would play pranks like this in our relationship. It all started harmlessly with things like tying our shoelaces or putting salt in the other person's coffee.But the pranks became more and more extreme, for example with green dye in the hair shampoo. But we are slowly reaching a point At which point it becomes unhealthy but we can't stop. The most extreme examples include her once putting broken glass in my shoes and me putting methylated spirits in her apple juice. The last time we were in a club was on Halloween and I had pushed her into a corner for fun and then bouncers asked if everything was OK and she pretended As if she didn't know me. The bouncer then escorted me out in a very unfriendly manner and I went home with a bloody nose and a few bruises. Maybe someone has suggestions on how I can get revenge. And if you have any questions you can ask PS English is not my first language please forgive me for the mistakes I made.

ason pulled his hood tighter against the chilly breeze as he wandered the crowded fairgrounds. It was early October, and the air was thick with the smell of popcorn, warm cider, and the faint, earthy scent of fallen leaves that clung to the ground in scattered, vibrant heaps. Lights from food stalls and rides cast a soft glow over the pathways, blending reds, oranges, and yellows into a warm, autumnal haze. It gave the whole scene a feeling of timelessness, as if he’d stepped out of his everyday life and into some other, more colorful world.

This annual fair was one of the few events he genuinely looked forward to. It was a chance to escape the routines that filled his life, the calculated paths he followed day after day. Here, in the swirl of laughter, music, and flashing lights, he could lose himself among strangers, letting their energy replace his own, if only for an evening. And maybe, just maybe, tonight would be different—there was something in the air, a subtle crackling, a feeling he couldn’t shake. It was as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something unexpected to happen.

“Jay! Wait up!” his friend Cole’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Jason turned just as Cole jogged to catch up, an easy grin on his face and a slight flush from weaving through the crowd. Jason couldn’t help but smile; Cole’s enthusiasm was infectious, even if Jason rarely shared the same exuberance.

“You’re supposed to enjoy the fair, not wander around like a ghost,” Cole teased, giving Jason a playful nudge. “Come on, let’s grab something to eat.”

Jason smirked, rolling his eyes. “Just taking it all in. Besides, you’re the one that’s supposed to keep an eye on me, remember?”

Cole laughed, his voice warm and familiar over the chatter around them, and started leading them toward a food stand selling corndogs. Jason followed, his attention drifting as they moved through the crowd. The laughter, the shrieks from the nearby rides, the flashing lights—all of it felt like a strange, exhilarating dream. Normally, he’d stay in the background, finding comfort in observing rather than plunging into the center of any scene.

But tonight, something felt different. It wasn’t just the energy of the fair or the excitement in the air. It was something deeper, a sense of possibility buzzing just beneath the surface, like the hum of electricity before a storm.

As they stood in line, Jason’s gaze wandered from one group to another, capturing fleeting glimpses of people’s faces illuminated by the warm, flickering lights of the fair. Friends huddled close, their laughter rising above the hum of the crowd; children dashed between their parents, hands sticky from cotton candy, while couples strolled hand-in-hand, their smiles private, their words quiet in the midst of the bustling night. Jason almost envied them—their ease, their openness—wondering what it felt like to move so freely, to be so alive in the moment.

And then, he saw her.

She was leaning casually against a game booth a few yards away, laughing with a group of friends, her presence cutting through the noise and color of the fair like a flash of flame. Her hair—a striking shade of red that deepened into warm auburn under the lights—spilled down her shoulders in loose waves, catching the glow of the lanterns above. She wore a dark leather jacket that fit her like it was made for her, and a scarf in deep plaid hues, casually draped around her neck. Her skin had a warmth to it, freckled in a way that seemed both timeless and striking, her cheeks flushed from the cold or maybe the excitement of the evening.

But it was her eyes that truly held him captive, even from this distance—bright and green, sharp with an energy that was equal parts mischief and intensity. She seemed to see everything around her with a focus that made the world feel smaller, more intimate, as if each moment was meant to be lived fully, without restraint.

Jason’s pulse quickened, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was more than her beauty; it was her presence—something magnetic and raw, a force that seemed to pull him closer, even though they were still feet apart. She was vibrant in a way he didn’t often see, alive in a way that made everyone else around her fade into the background. He didn’t know her, had never seen her before, yet somehow, she felt familiar, like a dream he was on the verge of remembering.

For a moment, he forgot the noise, the laughter, even Cole standing beside him. In the middle of the crowded fair, with lights swirling and the air thick with the scent of autumn, Jason found himself rooted in place, captivated, as though he’d stumbled upon something he was never meant to find.

“Hey, earth to Jason?” Cole’s voice cut through the haze, pulling him back to the present. Jason blinked, finding a corndog shoved inches from his face.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he muttered, taking the corndog without looking, his eyes still locked on the girl by the ring toss booth. She laughed at something her friend said, and the sound carried over the noise, light and clear. Jason felt his heart skip.

Cole followed his gaze, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. “Ah, I see what’s going on. Redhead by the ring toss? She’s cute. Want an introduction?”

Jason shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush. “No, no, it’s… never mind.”

“Right. Just a random stranger you’re staring at like she’s the only girl in the world.” Cole grinned, nudging him with his elbow. “Dude, your ears are actually red. Just go talk to her! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Jason swallowed, glancing back at her and then looking away just as quickly, trying to play it off. “She’s probably here with friends. Besides, she probably thinks I’m some weirdo.”

Cole laughed, clapping him on the back. “That ship sailed about five minutes ago. You’ve been staring like she’s got the secrets of the universe written on her forehead. Just give her a casual wave or something—girls dig confidence.”

Jason huffed, trying to ignore the anxious knot in his stomach. “Since when did you become an expert on girls?”

“Hey, you’d be surprised,” Cole said, his tone mock-serious. “I’ve picked up a thing or two. Rule number one: don’t overthink it. Rule number two: don’t think at all. Just act.”

Jason rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to take the advice. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one whose life just flashed before their eyes.”

“Wow, she’s got you that bad, huh?” Cole laughed, clearly enjoying this. “All right, listen. You go up to her, give her your best smile—no, not that serious one you always do, like an actual smile. Just say something simple. Like, I don’t know, ‘Hey, I’m Jason. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the fair.’ Girls love that stuff, trust me.”

Jason rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating. “Or she thinks I’m a creep who ‘noticed her from across the fair.’ Yeah, that’ll go over well.”

Cole chuckled, slapping him on the shoulder. “Suit yourself, man. But I think you’ve been officially spotted.”

Jason’s heart skipped a beat. The girl was looking right at him, her head tilted in mild curiosity, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Before he could think better of it, he gave her a small, hesitant wave. She laughed—openly, brightly—and waved back.

Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she broke away from her friends, her movements easy and confident. Jason’s heart pounded as she strolled over, her eyes meeting his with an openness that somehow made him feel both exposed and at ease. She stopped in front of him, hands casually tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket, a playful smile on her lips.

“Hey,” she said, her voice warm and relaxed, carrying an energy that matched the fire in her hair. “I’m Lily. Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?”

“Jason,” he managed, his voice coming out a little rougher than he’d intended. He cleared his throat, fighting the urge to look away. “And, yeah, I don’t really… get out much, I guess.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking in amusement. There was something about the way she looked at him—direct, unfiltered, as if she wasn’t just making polite conversation but genuinely curious. “Well, Jason-who-doesn’t-get-out-much, nice to meet you.” She extended her hand in a mock-formal greeting, her grin widening. “I’m a bit of a fair junkie, so if you need the lay of the land, I’m your girl.”

Jason chuckled, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease a bit. There was a spark in her eyes, something daring and alive that drew him in, like she was inviting him to step out of his comfort zone, if only for a moment. “That might actually be helpful,” he replied, allowing himself a small smile. “I usually just wander around aimlessly.”

“Good thing I found you, then,” she said, her grin bright and full of mischief. “C’mon, stick with me. I’ll show you how to experience the fair the right way. Wanna walk around?”

Jason nodded, feeling an unexpected thrill of excitement as she turned, leading the way. He stole a quick glance back at Cole, who was giving him a ridiculous double thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd. Jason took a steadying breath and fell into step beside her, the sounds of the fair swelling around them as they moved together through the buzzing crowd.

“So, Jason,” she began as they wandered past rows of brightly lit booths, her voice teasing, “if you don’t get out much, what do you do? Besides wandering aimlessly, of course.”

Jason laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess I’m more of the quiet type. I read a lot, study, that kind of thing. I like history… and the stars,” he added, almost embarrassed by how dorky it sounded when he said it out loud.

“History and stargazing? I like that,” she said, her voice sincere. “Maybe you’re quiet, but that’s interesting stuff. It’s like you’re already living a little in the past and a little in the future.”

Jason blinked, surprised by the thought. He’d never really looked at it that way before, but somehow, her words struck something deep within him. “Yeah… maybe you’re right.”

She flashed him a knowing smile, and for a moment, he felt like she could see parts of him he’d never even noticed himself.

“So, what about you?” he asked, eager to turn the spotlight off himself. “What’s a fair junkie like you do for fun?”

Lily’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, me? I’m all over the place. I paint a lot, whenever I need to get thoughts out of my head. Sometimes I sneak out to stargaze too—when the sky’s clear and the city lights are low enough that you can see everything. There’s something about it, you know? Looking up at all those stars… makes you feel like anything’s possible.”

Jason nodded, his eyes flicking up toward the night sky above them, where only the brightest stars managed to shine through the fair’s bright lights. “Yeah, it kind of puts everything in perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly,” she said, her voice softening. “Makes you realize how small we all are, but in the best way. Like, there’s this whole universe out there, and we’re just… part of it.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the fair fading into the background as they shared the moment. Jason could feel the connection between them building, an unspoken understanding passing through the space between them.

“So, what do you say?” she asked, breaking the silence as she grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the nearest game booth. “First stop on the tour, the ring toss! But I’ll warn you—I’m a bit of a master at this.”

He laughed, letting her pull him along, the warmth of her hand somehow grounding and electrifying at once. “Oh yeah? I guess I’d better watch out, then.”

They spent the next hour darting from booth to booth, challenging each other to ridiculous games, from the ring toss to the high striker, each contest more competitive than the last. With every laugh, every playful nudge, every stolen glance, Jason felt himself slipping further from his comfort zone, his usually reserved demeanor cracking open under her infectious energy. He was swept up in her presence, feeling lighter than he had in years.

As they reached the edge of the fairgrounds, away from the noise and chaos, she slowed, looking up at him with a warm smile. Her eyes were still bright, but softer now, like she was seeing something in him she hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m glad I ran into you, Jason,” she said, her voice carrying a quiet sincerity that surprised him. “It’s funny, but… it kind of feels like we’ve known each other longer than just tonight.”

Jason felt his pulse quicken again, the words resonating deeply. “I was thinking the same thing. It’s… strange, isn’t it?”

She held his gaze, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, strange. But… a good kind of strange.”

They stood there in the dim light, the fair’s glow casting long shadows around them. Jason had the feeling that he was on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name, like a door opening to a world he’d never thought to look for.

“Maybe this is just what happens at the fair,” he said, trying to play it off, though his voice came out a little softer than he’d intended.

“Maybe,” she replied, though there was something unreadable in her eyes, as if she, too, felt the weight of the moment. She let out a breath, a soft laugh, and looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Or maybe some things are just… meant to happen.”

They stood in silence, the sounds of the fair falling away, replaced by the quiet intensity of the moment between them. The air was thick with an unspoken understanding, a sense of familiarity neither could explain, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to fit together. Jason felt it deep in his chest—a pull, undeniable and all-encompassing, toward this girl who seemed at once a stranger and someone he’d known forever. In that moment, under the dim glow of the fair lights, he felt himself falling, slipping into a connection that defied every rational thought.

He’d spent so much of his life carefully grounded, tethered by logic and predictability. But here, with Lily standing in front of him, that solid ground seemed to dissolve, replaced by something wild, uncharted, and profoundly real. It was as if he’d been waiting for her his whole life, without even knowing it, and now, faced with her gaze, he felt like he was stepping into a part of himself he’d never truly understood.

But then, as he looked into her eyes, something shifted. A subtle chill washed over him, threading its way down his spine. It was as though a shadow had passed between them, cold and fleeting, a ripple through an otherwise clear pond. For just a second, her face seemed to change—not in any physical way, but in its expression. Her eyes, normally so open and warm, took on a haunted, distant look, as if she were staring through him rather than at him. Jason’s heart stuttered, the connection between them twisting into something strange, unsettling.

He blinked, and the shadow was gone. Lily was simply Lily again, her face alight with laughter, her smile soft and reassuring. She seemed entirely unaware of the flicker that had passed, that momentary glimpse of… something else.

“You okay?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her voice gentle, a hint of concern in her gaze.

“Yeah,” he replied, the word slipping out before he’d fully processed what he’d seen. He forced a smile, willing the strange feeling to pass. “Just… glad we met.”

She smiled back, her eyes warm, a spark of something genuine in her expression that melted away his lingering unease. With a gentle, almost natural gesture, she slipped her arm through his, a casual intimacy that somehow felt completely right.

“Me too, Jason. Me too,” she said softly, her words a quiet affirmation that sent a warmth spreading through his chest, dispelling the last traces of the strange chill.

Neither of them could know that forces beyond their understanding were already shifting, unseen but powerful, pulling them together even as the world they knew began, quietly, to unravel. They stood at the edge of something vast, something that would carry them beyond the boundaries of everything they believed to be real. And though neither could name it, both felt the weight of the moment pressing down on them—a sense that this was more than mere chance, more than a fleeting coincidence.

Then, out of nowhere, a low thunderclap rolled through the air. It echoed across the fairgrounds, deep and resonant, as though it were the voice of the earth itself. Jason felt it in his bones, the sound rattling something deep inside him, and he glanced up instinctively, scanning the sky. But it was clear, undisturbed by any sign of rain or storm, stars twinkling innocently above.

Lily’s brow furrowed, and her fingers tightened slightly around his arm. She looked at him, the confusion in her eyes mirroring his own. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Jason murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He forced a smile, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. “Probably just… fireworks, or something.”

But even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t true. There was something off about that sound, something that felt strangely familiar, as though he’d heard it before in a forgotten dream.

In that quiet space between heartbeats, Jason found himself daring to believe that maybe, just maybe, the universe had brought them together for a reason. Yet beneath that hopeful thought, a faint unease lingered, a whisper he couldn’t quite silence—the feeling that this was only the beginning, and that the thunderclap had been a warning of things to come.

Hey, this really happened. Yesterday Morning my Brother Game to me and asked why I was in my parents bedroom last night (He still sleeps with my parents). Short information my bedroom is upstairs and theirs downstairs. I said to him, that I wasn’t in their bedroom last Night. Then we asked our mother and she said I wasn’t there. My brother told me, that I had my jacket on (I never wear a jacket at home). They insisted, that it was me. I told them that I was asleep and that I wasn’t downstairs the whole night. They still said, that it must have been me because the guy looked exactly like me (same height and body type apparently). I looked on my watch and it told me that I had slept the whole night without waking up even once. At first I thought my brother just had a nightmare but as my mom said the same thing, I was scared. They also told me that I was just standing there for a short time and then just walked away. I am very scared rn and don’t know what to do

Prologue:
In a place where time drifted like mist and reality wavered on the edge of consciousness, a figure stood cloaked in shadow. Her eyes, ancient and all-knowing, flickered with light from a source unseen. A single candle burned at her feet, its flickering flame casting distorted shadows on the walls of the small room. She hummed quietly, her voice a soft lullaby to the universe, listening to the pulse of realities beyond her own.

Before her, a shallow bowl filled with water rippled with unseen movement. As she stared into it, the images shifted—two lives, two people, worlds apart yet tied together in ways even they could not comprehend. Her thin, wrinkled fingers traced the edge of the bowl, sending delicate vibrations across its surface.

The scene she watched unfolded slowly, like a memory dragged out from the depths of time: a boy and a girl, standing face-to-face, eyes locked in a connection so deep, so immediate, that the rest of the world seemed to fade. Jason and Lily. Opposite souls, drawn together by forces they could neither see nor understand.

But the fortune teller knew. She had seen it before, countless times, in countless realities.

Lily was laughing in the image, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight, her smile wide and unburdened. Jason, with his calm, analytical gaze, watched her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, as though she was a puzzle he was still figuring out. The air around them shimmered with the electricity of first love—bright, innocent, full of promise.

And yet, deep below the surface, something else stirred. The fortune teller leaned closer, her sharp eyes narrowing as the water in the bowl rippled again, shifting the scene to one less joyful. There was chaos now, a subtle fraying at the edges of reality, like a thread pulled too tight, ready to snap.

The boy and girl, oblivious to the forces unraveling around them, stood at the center of it all, holding hands, hearts bound together by fate. They could not know that their love was a dangerous thing—a love that shouldn’t have existed in this world, or any world.

The fortune teller whispered words in an ancient tongue, her voice barely audible over the rising tension in the air. A deep, cosmic force had already been set in motion. Two worlds—mirrored, yet opposite—were colliding. And these two children, though they had only just begun their journey, were at the very heart of it.

The water rippled again, showing flashes of the future: Jason and Lily, running through a crumbling cityscape, buildings collapsing around them as reality itself fractured and broke. Explosions erupted in the distance, the sky splitting open as if the universe was tearing at the seams. Their faces were etched with fear and confusion as the world they knew disintegrated, piece by piece, into chaos.

The fortune teller sighed, her breath heavy with the weight of what was to come. "It begins again," she murmured, barely louder than the crackling of the candle’s flame. "Two souls bound by the threads of fate, trapped in a cycle of love and destruction."

She closed her eyes, letting the image fade into the water once more. The connection between Jason and Lily had always been inevitable, like the reflection of a mirror casting back what stood before it. But this time, something was different. This time, the balance had tipped too far.

Lily didn’t belong in this world. She wasn’t supposed to exist here.

The fortune teller pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling the echo of universes colliding, the weight of parallel realities overlapping, folding into each other like fragile paper. The girl—Lily—was a mirror version of Jason, drawn from an opposite universe. And in Jason’s world, where she did not belong, her very presence threatened to tear the fabric of reality apart.

She opened her eyes once more, watching the candle’s flame flicker as the weight of this truth hung in the room like smoke. Jason and Lily’s love had the power to destroy them both, and the worlds they inhabited. But no matter how many times this story had played out across dimensions, the outcome was always the same: love, fate, and the inevitable collapse of everything around them.

The fortune teller stood, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked to the small window of her dimly lit room. Outside, the night was still, but the stars above shimmered in unnatural patterns, as if the universe itself was shifting. She traced a finger across the glass, feeling the subtle tremors of change already moving through the world.

It was only a matter of time before they would come to her—Jason and Lily—seeking answers, trying to understand the forces that were pulling them apart even as they fell deeper into each other’s arms. And when they did, the fortune teller knew exactly what she would tell them:

"You were never meant to be together. Not in this world, or any world."

She turned back to the bowl of water, now still and silent once again. There was no more to see, for now. But soon, the ripples would return. The world would begin to crumble. And Jason and Lily’s love, as powerful as it was, would not be enough to save them from the fate that awaited.

With a final glance at the flickering candle, the fortune teller whispered into the darkness, "The mirror is already cracking."

Hello! I’m starting a project to share people’s mental health stories on social media. My goal is to explore the human experience and offer comfort to others through shared stories. I’d love to hear yours!

I'm 18 and I've ruined my life: I've been lazy, I've made almost no effort to be productive, I've not been attentive in class, I've spent too much time on social media doing nothing useful, I've made bad decisions and I've done no hard work.

And now I'm living every day with regret, remembering the bad decisions I made, I can't sleep or think about anything else.

My friends who did work hard and made good decisions in high school and college are succeeding and planning their future lives: the job they're going to have, the house they're going to buy, the children they're going to have...

And I, who was dumb, have none of that and live every day thinking about what I did, wishing I could go back in time and fix everything.

I'm going to try to leave this life as soon as possible, and I hope that when I'm gone I'll be an example to my friends, my university classmates and their future children.

I beg you all not to be like me.

The pain of regret lasts your whole life and is incurable

Part 4

It’s been a very somber year and I need to vent. Outside of the celebration that was the birth of our daughter, Dana, it has been all turmoil. I am cursed. David lost his life because of a poor choice on his part. He was cleaning one of his guns, and I guess around was still in the chamber. He thought he had emptied it and it went off. He was shot right in the face and died instantly. I was home sitting right next to him on our couch. I am just thankful that Dana was with her grandparents that night. 

That was 6 months ago and I am still trying to cope with the loss of yet another husband. I don’t know why I am so cursed. They always make some poor choice and end up dead. It’s just not fair. Why do I not deserve true lasting love? Why are they all taken from me but their own stupidity?

That’s not the worst of it though. About a month ago some people I have known for years were starting rumors. They were calling me some sort of Black Widow. I went and confronted them. They denied ever saying anything like that but I think they were just trying to save face. Because right after they denied it they said that they just thought it was “interesting” that I have lost 2 husbands and a fiance. I didn’t know them back in High School, and I don’t go around publicizing my heartache. I was so offended. I am the one grieving here. I am the one who now raises a daughter by myself. Yes, we got a substantial life insurance policy payout, but I had to quit my job, so we don’t have any new income at this time. I just think it's really cruel to say things like this about me. 

Then things got even worse. I learned today from a very nice detective that the police have not closed the case on my husband's death. It was an accident. However, it seems a medical examiner has gotten involved in my husband's case. Now they have requested the files from both my first husband’s case and my fiance’s case. 

I just don’t know what to do. I know I need to get a lawyer just in case this thing turns into a witch hunt. I feel like I can’t trust anyone, even my ex Mother in Law Julie seems to be distancing herself from me. I just want to be happy, I just want the life I deserve. 

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Last Valentine’s Day was my last year in school and the damn English teacher decided to do a whole assignment on relationships.

She was asking the class questions about their relationships like “have you guys already bought gifts?” “what are your plans?”

Out of a class of 19 kids somehow I’m the ONLY single one. Then she had us write a poem about love aswell.

I managed to write one about the lack of love. To this day I don’t think I’ve ever felt so isolated around people.

So last night after I got candy for Halloween I went on. A plane to New York abd john stamos said I was smoking hot so when I got to New York I turn to my left and boom! I see mikualy culkin and Tim corrybm sitting while drinking a glass of whisky I ask where my room was to some man with a tan and he said “down the hall and two the left” I was like omg and then suddenly I see Austin powers rapping with James Bond?!?!! What a crazy world we live in g

A top executive at London-based private equity investment management firm Kearney Mayer Thornton has apparently been "let go" following a "dispute over appearance".

According to sources, McKinley, 47 - who was on a £255,000 a year salary and earned an average of an extra £170,000 in bonuses and perks - "refused to trim his moustache, goatee and shoulder-length hair when asked to do so".

McKinley reportedly refused to "alter his appearance" and was reportedly told to "go home, stay home and do some painting because you look like a painter now".

As opposed to working his notice period, he was "let go with pay" and is due to receive pay for the next three months as well as a "generous" severance package.

Kearney Mayer Thornton is a successful private equity firm with £609m (€787m) AUM and its logo comprises of a kangaroo with an arrow pointed diagonally upwards towards the west, paying homage to its Sydney, New South Wales roots.

Over the last five years, KMT has been forced to "increase diversity" in the firm after a negative media backlash and "complaints" that the firm "only hired old white men from privileged backgrounds".

Outgoing HR Manager at KMT, Grant Princeton, insisted that KMT was "an equal opportunities employer", but "we only hire the best in a very competitive industry". Princeton is due to be replaced by Laura Smalls, a former HR Director at Harper Ince & Co and will start his new role at Goldman Sachs as Head Partner and Chieft Data Officer over in its Dallas TX offices.

Here's an update from the OP.

Update on My Situation

I haven't been able to post updates for a while, and I wanted to explain what’s been happening. Seeing the comments below my wife’s post, her name and her AP’s name were made public, so I will be using their real names from now on, because maintaining their anonymity has now become pointless. My wife’s name is Hannah and her affair partner’s name is Ryan.

Thanksgiving dinner was a disaster. My parents invited Hannah and her family without consulting me. They weren’t happy with my airing out our dirty laundry to our common friends and wanted us to come together to discuss our issues. Despite the post Hannah made on here, she still attended Thanksgiving dinner. I felt blindsided and furious. This was one of the only sanctuaries I had left, which was yet another thing she had taken from me. I was also angry with my parents for not respecting my need for space after everything that had happened. When I saw her walk through the door, I walked straight out, leaving no room for discussion. With my two trusted friends unavailable, one spending the holiday at his in-laws and the other out of town, I spent Thanksgiving alone at a bar, which really sucked. And following that evening, I decided to cut off my parents.

Later that week, I met with the husband of Hannah’s friend (the friend who discovered his wife’s affair after she was outed during the group meetup). He told me he decided to reconcile with his wife, largely because they have kids together. 

I started therapy and returned to work to regain some semblance of normalcy. However, I still often turn to drinking to get through the rough nights. Since Thanksgiving, I hadn’t heard from Hannah or Ryan. After the disturbing message from Ryan taunting me about the abortion of my child, I reported it to the police. They said they would investigate, but proving the source would be difficult due to the number of people involved, creating motive for others, and the fact that it wasn't from his number. I still have my camera and security system in place at home for protection and evidence, along with previous police reports and a peace bond, but still felt uneasy because I knew I was dealing with a mentally deranged person.

When the OBS returned from visiting her parents, she had her mother come to stay with her. We’d been keeping in touch and eventually met for dinner to chat and support each other. During our conversation, I learned that her husband, Ryan, had been laid off due to fraud-related issues at work. After dinner, she came to my house to pick up evidence I had that she needed for her legal proceedings, which are more complicated due to the abuse in her marriage. We had a few glasses of wine; we shared a moment that led to a kiss and ultimately sleeping together. I hadn’t anticipated this, and I was concerned about how it might affect our friendship, which I highly valued despite the shit situation it was borne out of. We talked and agreed it was too soon to pursue a romantic relationship, as we were both navigating our separations, but neither of us regretted what happened. We had an unbelievable time together and both felt a mutual need for validation after what our exes had done to us. 

Now, for the most shocking update…

Less than a week ago, as I was leaving work, and walking over to my car in an underground parking lot, I was hit by a car in a hit and run accident. I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room with Hannah and my parents by my side. Hannah was still listed as my emergency contact, which is why she was notified. have a few broken bones, but on the whole, given the circumstances, I should consider myself to still be alive. I told Hannah that I didn’t want her there and asked her to leave. She broke down, begging me to let her take care of me and show her love, but I couldn’t stand the sight of her and insisted she leaves me alone. Thankfully, my parents supported my wishes and asked her to give me space to recuperate.

The police are investigating the hit-and-run. I don’t remember anything from the accident and unfortunately, the security cameras were non-functional at the time. The police did manage to get the make and colour of the car from nearby street cameras as it left the parking lot, but the plate number was not visible. The car make and color matches Ryan’s car. However, it’s a common color and make, so it doesn’t provide much to go on. The investigation is ongoing.

I returned home from the hospital a few days ago. I am trying to get back into things and my parents have been a big source of help and support. The hit and run could have just been an unfortunate random hit, but I remain vigilant, just in case it was a deliberate act by Ryan.

That girl’s a bald man really.

It was a rumor that started as a joke, a whisper exchanged between bored kids in the town of Varnathia. They’d see Lila walk by—the redhead who always kept to herself—and snicker behind her back. They said there was something strange about her, something no one could quite put a finger on. Some claimed she was too perfect. Others swore she didn’t belong.

But it was Joey, the nosy one, who turned the rumor into something darker. One night, after drinking too much at the local bar, he swore he’d seen Lila sneaking out of the woods behind the abandoned mill. “She was carrying a big bag, man,” he’d slurred to anyone who’d listen. “She took off her wig. I saw her, she’s bald under that thing. And she’s a dude.”

People laughed it off at first, thinking Joey was just being Joey. But after that night, others started to notice things, too. Little things, like how Lila avoided getting too close to people, how she always wore long sleeves, even in the summer, and how her voice sometimes sounded just a little...strange. Too measured, too controlled.

Daniel, the town’s worst gossip, couldn’t let it go. He wasn’t one to believe in nonsense, but something about the way Lila moved, how she kept her distance, intrigued him. He decided to follow her one evening, after she’d left the diner just before closing.

It was late, the streets empty except for the hum of crickets in the warm night air. Daniel kept his distance, his footsteps soft on the gravel path. He watched as Lila slipped out of the main road, heading towards the woods behind the mill. Just like Joey had said.

He trailed her for what felt like miles, his heart pounding in his chest as they ventured deeper into the trees. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t look back, moving like she knew exactly where she was going.

Finally, she stopped in front of a small, run-down shed hidden by the overgrown brush. Daniel crouched behind a tree, watching as she pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door.

The moment she stepped inside, Daniel moved closer, his curiosity burning. He crept up to the side of the shed, finding a loose board he could peek through. What he saw inside made his breath catch in his throat.

Lila stood in front of a cracked mirror. She sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging, and then—slowly—reached up and pulled off the long red wig. Beneath it, her head was completely bald, gleaming in the dim light.

But that wasn’t all.

She began removing layers of clothing, padding from her chest and hips, carefully peeling away the persona she had crafted so meticulously. In the mirror’s reflection stood not Lila, the soft-spoken girl everyone knew, but a man—cold, hardened, his face sharp and unforgiving.

Daniel felt sick. He wanted to run, to get as far away as possible, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t look away.

Then, the man turned, his eyes locking onto the crack in the wall where Daniel was spying. For a split second, neither moved. And then the man smiled—a slow, chilling smile that made Daniel’s blood freeze.

“Come out,” the man said softly, his voice low and dangerous. “I know you’re there.”

Daniel’s heart raced, panic surging through him. He stumbled backward, but before he could get far, the door flew open, and the man was on him. His grip was iron as he yanked Daniel to the ground.

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” the man whispered, his face inches from Daniel’s, that eerie smile still in place. “You shouldn’t have seen this.”

Daniel struggled, his mind spinning with fear. “I-I won’t tell anyone!” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I swear, I’ll—”

The man shook his head slowly, almost pitying. “I can’t take that chance.”

Without another word, he drew a knife from his belt. Daniel’s eyes widened, and he tried to scream, but before he could make a sound, the blade sliced through the air, slashing across his throat.

Daniel gasped, his hands flying to his neck, blood pouring between his fingers as he choked on his own breath. His vision blurred, and the world around him dimmed. The last thing he saw was the man wiping the blood from the knife, his expression calm, almost bored.

The man—Lila—stood over Daniel’s lifeless body for a moment, sighing as if this were all just an inconvenience. Then, with cold efficiency, he adjusted the wig back onto his bald head, fixed the padding, and transformed once more into the sweet, harmless girl the town knew so well.

As Lila disappeared into the shadows, the secret was safe once more.

I am a German highchooler, living alone. My father is in Mexico (in military), he pays my fees, house maintenance, bills etc. My mother had left me. I have an ex, he cheated on me so I broke up with him. He is recently spotted outside of my house and it scares me. I was dressed up as phone guy from fnaf for a Halloween party last night, he was there too. Getting all touchy. It made me feel weird so i left. He followed me home. This is the next day. Not only did he ruin my Halloween, I am also scared to leave my house now. I translated this through Google, if anything happens I will try to post it here.

He Took Everything… And Now They’re Threatening to Take My Kids

I never thought I’d be writing this. My life has turned into a nightmare, and I can’t seem to wake up.

A month ago, I came home with my kids to find an almost empty house. Every piece of furniture, our TV, the fridge, even the dishes and silverware—gone. At first, I thought we’d been robbed, but the hollow look of every room felt intentional, personal. My husband, the man I’d trusted with everything, had emptied our home and vanished.

I tried calling him, frantic and terrified, but he never answered. Eventually, I got a single message from him: “I’m leaving the country. I can’t do this anymore. You’re on your own with the kids.” He took every dollar in our account and maxed out every credit card. Just left us with the clothes on our backs, an empty house, and no way to pay the bills.

I tried to hold it together for the kids, but it didn’t take long for things to spiral. The rent was due. The utilities. Food. I picked up a few odd jobs, anything I could find, but it wasn’t enough to cover even the basics. I reached out to family and friends, but there’s only so much they can do. I’m ashamed to admit it, but we ended up in a shelter for a few days after we were evicted.

I thought that was rock bottom, but then the CPS visit happened. They showed up at my door, asking questions about our living conditions and my ability to provide for the kids. I tried to explain the situation—that my husband had up and left, that he’d taken everything, that I was doing my best—but I could see the doubt in their eyes. The worker gave me a look, one that made it clear she didn’t think my “best” was good enough.

Now they’re saying that if I don’t find stable housing and a consistent income, they’ll “step in” for the sake of the kids. They mean well, I guess, but it feels like one more punishment on top of everything else. It’s like I’m drowning, and every time I come up for air, something else pulls me back under.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m fighting as hard as I can, but I feel like I’m losing. And the worst part? I see it in my kids’ faces. They don’t understand why they can’t go back to their old home, why we’re living out of bags, why Mommy is so tired all the time. They don’t understand any of it. All they know is that life used to be different, and now they’re stuck in this chaos because of choices I never got to make.

I wish I could end this with some hopeful message, saying I know we’ll make it. But I don’t know anymore. I feel like I’m slipping away, one setback at a time, and the world is telling me I’m not good enough to keep my own kids. I can’t lose them. They’re all I have left.

Jayden’s eyes

As I line up on the ball, the cool air of fall on my arms. The sweat accumulating on my face. It feels me with joy, but also dread for some reason. It’s never done that before. My Dad is screaming at me from the stands,wanting me to break the town's record for most touchdowns in a single season. I call a timeout. I ask the coach to change the play and give it to our running back since he's hardly scored at all this season. We form back to the line and Jason snaps the ball. He hands it off to DeAndre and DeAndre gets tackled almost immediately. That's the game. My Dad is screaming at the coaches from the stands. Screaming at me. Saying "That should've been Jayden! That should've been my son." I knew I would get a mouthful on the way home from the game,but I didn't care. I had other things in mind. This game was for my mom. My mom would've been proud of my decision. I miss her. It's been almost 8 years since she passed. …..

Well I was right about getting a mouthful. My Dad started chewing me out. Telling me how worthless I was,and how I can't ever do one thing just for him. As much as I would like to say that was just the alcohol talking,I knew it wasn't. He yelled at me all the way home. We finally got home and I told him to stay the fuck out of my life,and he swung on me. So I swung back. We had a fight in the middle of the yard. Thankfully no one lives around us so no one saw me kick my sorry excuse for a dad's ass. After the fight,I decided to go for a drive and calm down. I was driving around town,I'll admit I may have taken some beers from the fridge before leaving. Not like Dad would care anyway. He's drunk and knocked out cold in the yard. My vision started to get blurry,and I knew that was my time to go back home. I turn around in the road,and I live on this mountain and below this poorly built bridge there's a giant lake. I had the sudden urge to drive into it,but I kept my eyes on the road. The urge kept getting stronger and stronger. I almost couldn't stop it. The thought of driving off the road,ending this life,and finally making my Dad happy,knowing that this sorry excuse for a son is dead. Then I crossed the bridge. The urge started to go away. I was going about 70 maybe even 80 when i realized i didn’t have my seatbelt on. Suddenly a car comes out of nowhere. I swerve into the ditch,rolling my car,hitting trees,and finally landing in the lake, the water freezing cold in the late nights of fall,and all i could think was "this is where it ends. I'm not getting out of this." Water starts to fill the car,eventually. It's over my head. I'm running out of air,and my vision is going black. The last thing that I remember seeing was that my car door was still open. ….

DeAndres Eyes

I still remember when Jayden called timeout and told the coach to give me the ball.  I still remember how hard that tackle was. I remember his Dad screaming at everyone in the stands wanting his son to break the record. It seems like it was just yesterday,but in reality it's been two weeks. The funeral is this weekend,and everyone is going. It seems like the whole town is going. Going to school without him is different. We hungout together all the time. Now it seems like I have no one. I can hardly focus on my own work,I mainly keep to myself and keep my head down. It was time for lunch. Lunch was the best time before Jayden died. The whole football team would sit at a lunch table and make jokes,talk about girls,and just have fun. Since he died though, it hasn't been the same. It's like the whole football team since then has disbanded. As I walked into the lunch room, i get an odd stench. Has it always smelled this bad? I seen Jason,and Aaron fighting,two of my teammates. "I think I'll eat alone today" I thought to myself.  As I got my food and go to sit down,Chloe comes up to me,she is-she was Jayden's girlfriend. She asks how I'm doing. I tell her I'm doing okay,and I ask how she is doing. She says "I could be better,but I'm learning to live with it." "I'm sorry about your loss." I said as I stare into her Amber eyes. The same eyes that made me never want to stop looking at her. She says "it's okay,I'm sorry about your loss too." "It's fine,things happen that are just out of your control." I said. The bell rings,we get up and start walking to class. We're just holding a normal conversation when one of Jayden's "friends" comes up to me and gets all in my face. "Why are you walking with Jayden's girl? Can't you just be respectful for once in your life about other people's lives?" "Fuck off Mark. We're just walking to class" Before I know it,he drops his bag and swings on me. Hits me in the right cheek. I get up and tackle him to the ground. Pounding his face into the wet concrete. The rain mixes with blood,and makes a dark reddish color. "We're all grieving. You don't have to be such a dick about it just because he was a friend of yours. He was my friend too." I say as I get up and put my bag back on my shoulder. Chloe was just sitting there watching it all. The second bell rang. Before I could say anything she said "I gotta go to class. I'll talk to you later." I looked down at Mark. I wasn't going to help him up. He brought this on himself. I grabbed my stuff and left. As I walked into my next class,the teacher got a phone call asking to see me in the office. Walking out of the class all I could think about is how much this school actually needed Jayden. …

Chloe’s eyes

After seeing the fight. I couldn’t stop thinking about what all has happened. Watching DeAndre beat Mark’s face into the concrete was a sight to see. I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand I wish it didn’t happen,but on the other hand, I'm really happy that I got to see Mark’s face beat in. He was always fake to Jayden,and I’m glad someone put him in his place. Walking into class, everyone stared at me as if I was the one that killed Jayden. All of their soulless empty eyes,on me. I can feel the heat coming from their eyes,and the smell of morning breath from some people in the room. I sit in my seat in the back,Mark usually sits in front of me,but he is currently laying on the concrete still. Everyone asks where he is,they all ask me as if they know that I say what had happened. I just tell them I don’t know and carry on with what I was doing,which might I add was absolutely nothing. All I was doing was sitting there thinking about Jayden, thinking about how much this school actually needed Jayden. The whole class I wasn’t even paying attention,I couldn’t tell you one thing that I remember from that class. After class I go to my locker to get my math book,when I see Jaydn’s hoodie. I keep his hoodie in my locker for when it’s a cold day at school,and I don’t have my own hoodie. The night he got in the wreck was the night he told me he had to tell me something. I think he was going to propose,the cops found an engagement ring in his back pocket. I don’t know if I’ll ever move on. The bell rings, “shit,I’m late again.” I say to myself as I start to walk to my next class. Walking into math everyone asks if I’m okay,and if I need anything. I tell them I’m fine,and that they couldn’t do anything anyway they just wouldn’t understand. Nobody ever understands. All during school it was so hard for me to focus. Finally the final bell rings and I can go home. I was so ready to go home. I got in my car and I started driving home. Driving home I just realized I had to go across the bridge that Jayden crashed on. Crossing the bridge was terrible,the skid marks on the road were still there from where he swerved. I decided to pull over and just look at the scenery, all things considered, it really is a beautiful spot, how lucky he was to have passed in such a beautiful place and not in a hospital bed with countless wires around him. I get out of the car and walk over to where the edge of the bluff is. I look down into the lake,and I try to spot where I think Jayden’s car landed. Looking down for so long made me feel like I was having positional vertigo. I had to walk away before I fell in. I walked back to my car and started to drive home. When I pull into my driveway I see there are other cars there. Walking into my house,I see that Jayden’s family is all there. I walk in the door and they all greet me with a big hug. We all sit there in the hug for at least five minutes. I love them,and I miss Jayden. I’m wearing his hoodie now,and I never want to take it off now. ….

Mark’s Eyes Laying on the ground,the blood coming from my mouth,my nose,and just about anything that can bleed. I gathered the strength to stand back up,and look where I was laying. The blood and the water have mixed together to a very dark red,almost a brown. I grab my bag,and decided I’m going to leave school. I start to walk to my car,when the bell rings. I guess I was laying there for awhile. I keep my head down and continue walking on, I looked up and I saw Chloe walking towards me. She asks, “Are you okay?” I say “Fuck off. You let all of that happen,and you didn’t even try to stop it all. You just sat and watched like a puppy.” She looks at me with an annoyed,and aggravated look,and says, “You don’t have to be a dick to everyone,just because you don’t like Jayden,because he stole me from you. You never did anything right for me,you left me out to dry so many times. All you ever did was care about yourself. Someone just died,and you just fought his best friend trying to hold a normal conversation with me to cope with what happened. Get over yourself,you didn’t even care about Jayden. Stop acting like you did.” Then she storms off and leaves me standing like an idiot. Her words stung like a million wasps, and watching her leave is something i could never get used to. I walk to my car,and put my bag in the backseat. I get in the driver's seat and left the school in a hurry. Driving home I start thinking about what Chloe said. I really am full of myself,but man Jayden was a dick. I don’t know how to say it, I’m not glad he died,but I’m glad he is gone. If that makes sense. I feel bad for the people that were close to him,and are griefing. I don’t feel bad for Jayden as a whole though. I finally get home and I walk inside. Thankfully no one is home,so my mom or my dad can’t see my face. I decide I want to take a shower and wash all of this dried blood and fresh blood off. I stay in the shower for at least an hour thinking about what Chloe said again. She was so right about everything that she said. I am full of myself,and I only care about myself. I can’t change who I am though. That’s how I’ve always been. I don’t know what else to do though,I mean this is going to get out,and all during school, I’m going to be known as a dick that fought Jayden’s best friend for no reason. I can’t do anything to change that either. Maybe I should run away,or maybe I should just end it. Not for attention,but because after what happens, I’ll have no one. I go to our medicine cabinet,and find a full bottle of acetaminophen. I open the bottle,and I pour at least 40 pills in my hand,and then take them all. I get in my car and start driving. I drive out of town, no one would care anyway. I’ll be hated. I get out of town,and in the woods. I crash my car,and lay in my crashed car,so much pain in my stomach. My car smashed between two trees, the fall leaves just starting to change, i couldn’t help but think if this was maybe somewhat of how Jayden felt, that’s if he was alive for a little bit after he crashed. This was a bad idea,I can’t stop it now though, my vision is going black and my stomach is hurting even worse. I call my mom and say “I took a bunch of acetaminophen and I crashed my car on purpose I thi--”

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Jayden Hammer. He was born May 9th 2000,and he died September 17th 2019. He left an impression on everyone,and all of this town"

Today I drew a pretty good drawing in school and some kid asked can I see it and that little peice of crap crumpled it up I want something I can do to get back at that idiot

When we got off the bus we saw the massive cooling stacks of Chernobyl in Pripyat Ukraine. My friend and I came here on a school project looking for places derelict to history. As we explored we saw the sight of abandoned apartment buildings with everything still left in them, abandoned pools with the office lights switched on for years. As we came to the site we came here to see we stumbled upon a little bunker hatch located just east of the ferris wheel trying to pull the flywheel open. It wouldn't budge. I asked my friend for help and after at least 10 minutes we got it to open. Looking down we see a ladder leading to what looks like a fallout shelter. Climbing our way down the rusty ladder we approached a giant blast door we assumed was for keeping someone or something out. Struggling to locate the blast door control panel we find a manual override requiring us to pull a massive lever for ages. Once the door was open we made our way inside snooping around we find a log book form one of the employees it reads “December 17,1977 The reactors are constantly overheating put progress is coming along nicely soon we will be able to start testing on The Subject” the book page was signed by a scientist named Dr Schfer. Skimming over the book it seems pages have been torn out. My friend comes back from exploring further up the hallways signaling him to put it in my backpack. We continue down the halls going room to room until we stumble upon one room that has piqued our interest. Entering the room we find an abandoned lab. Walking further into the lab we find a capsule that was shattered. It was only then did we realize that the blast doors were keeping something in not out. On the desk closest to the capsule i find another note again from the Doctor reading “we have begun testing on The Subject we have successful mutated the genes with the help of the onboard reactor cells exposure to” looking at what i was seeing i had to double take the note was cut off the bottom half of the note had splotches of blood on it.the not was dated to only a few months after the first one on April 30 1977. But as my mind ran wild the worst happened i hear a faint scream looking around my friend had disappeared now in full panic mode i sprint down the hallway to see my friend being eaten alive by Some…Thing i don't know what triggered it but reaching into my backpack i grab my renetti pistols and start to shoot the beast but it was unfazed finally realizing what i was doing i ran for main entrance finding the control panel on the way barely making it out and closing the door in time as the creature pounded on the door i scurried to get out and close the entrance hatch to the bunker. Talking with the locals from another town asking around, everyone said they had never heard of this so we gathered a search party made from ex military and police and set off. Showing them to the bunker hatch we made our way down and set off to the main entrance to find what I had missed in my panic: the solid steel 4 foot thick blast door had a massive convex crater in it. Astounded, we open the door and press forward nonetheless. We reached the point where I had left when I saw my friend being gutted, still seeing some of him left on the walls. Exploring around with the government find the remains of the Doctor and his finial note reading “June 24 1980 if i am found in worse condition then i am now please discard of my body and Don't tell the government i now take my final resting place here goodbye” being told this place was used by the russian scientists in the 40’s and 50’s as a facility for testing living super weapons and as we can see that didn't really work out after being informed of this i decided to leave and write my project on what russia was really doing during WWII and The Korean War. This project got me the final points for valedictorian for college but I still feel guilty that I pushed my friend to that thing.

This is a short story I recently wrote, and am posting for the first time!! Please do read and comment if u liked it!!!! :) :) Here's the link for the story:
https://www.booksie.com/725485-echoes

I (20M) have just lost the game of the hearts. For the past 2 something years i have likes this girl (20F) who we shall call stacy. And i have done all that seemed fit to make her like me. I have gone out of my way to make her notice me. Then about 6 months before today i have felt that she has finally allowed me to be her friend. And now i am going to sound like a villain but i do have a girlfriend. I met this gf around the time when i lost feelings for stacy. I thought i lost the game of hearts and was ready to move on and i did. But then stacy has been showing intrest in me or idk maybe its just my delusion, but after 4 months of my relationship i have started to catcg those same feelings for stacy.

I love my gf more than anything. And i will not betray her for anything. But when i look at stacy i just firget about anything and if she so little as speak to me, i am skipping like a child in my heart. I know this is wrong and i should not be feeling the way i feel. But hey there i lost the game of hearts again.

Stacy and i have been a rather awkward couple of friends. Or atleast from my side we are friends. I honestly can't read stacy. One day she seems like she is intrested in me the next she doesn't even look at me or maybe she does but its so muxed becauseshe is also a very busy person as she is the Class Rep of my class. And i am no better. Being an introvert my whole life, i am suffering the lack of the skill of striking up conversations. Stacy and i don't seem to have much in common or so i think. I don't really know because i cant talk to her much. I try. I really do but there is just this ice between us and i have no clue why.

Part 2 coming soon...

TW: mental illness, gaslighting

First of all, I do not have multiple personalities. I am aware that this was a lie now.

This happened years ago, so I will be using ages as they applied at that time.

My (F19) girlfriend (F20) seemed normal enough. We met in college, specifically working at our college's scene shop. We got along like wildfire, and she asked me out after a few months. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary at that time.

About six months into the relationship, we moved in together, and that's when things started getting weird. She told me that she had a condition called Dissociative Identity Disorder, which involves having multiple altered personality states, or "alters". She claimed this was brought on by her rough experiences growing up in the foster care system, and I wanted to support her, so I went along with it.

As things progressed, she started acting very different. She would switch from acting like a child to a fictional character to having a different accent in the course of a couple hours. And of course, she frequently made and posted public TikToks about her experiences. I was so confused, none of this had happened before, but I didn't want to be an asshole.

After a couple months of this, she confronted me and asked me if I "knew about my alters". I was confused; I didn't have DID, so of course I don't have alters. She explained to me that she'd noticed me acting different, especially in stressful situations and around my parents, so therefore I must have DID. I shrugged it off at first, but she was so persistent that eventually I did start to question it.

Eventually I broke down, and I decided on a few alters that mirrored hers. There was a young kid, another woman, even a fictional character. She, of course, was so wildly approving of these and encouraged me to "discover more" of them. At first, I kept it limited to at home, but it began to feel more and more natural and real as time went on, and eventually it started to happen in public and even without her around.

We broke up a few years ago, I've heard she has a new boyfriend who supports her and knows about her supposed DID. I don't claim to know whether she does have it or not, as I'm not a professional, but I am very skeptical. As for me, I got a professional diagnosis of bipolar disorder, which may explain some of the personality fluctuation. I am receiving treatment and am much better off than I was then.

EDIT: spelling is hard sometimes

Part five

I wasn't planning on writing again but here we are. It has been a year since I adopted Alice, and I wanted to give an update.

In short, she is doing well.

A few weeks after we found out, we followed Alice's therapist's advice. We were all invited to therapy to tell her the truth. Alice was told that we would all be there and that it would possibly be a very emotional session.
First, we had a talk about her year and how, despite everything, we never stopped loving her. She is now with us, and we will never leave her.
Then it was time to tell her what we knew about her mother.
I started talking, but I couldn't get the words out. The therapist wanted to take over, but I told her I would do it.
Seeing me emotional, Alice became anxious and told me to just tell her.
So I did. "Fifteen years ago... your mother... she was raped."
It took her a few seconds to process what I had just said.
Alice started screaming, and I took her in my arms. She was uncontrollably crying and screaming. My parents held us, and we all cried together.
After she calmed down, Alice asked us if her dad knew. She still calls Aaron her dad.
We explained that he knew about the rape and that he knew there was a chance she wasn't his. We told her that he refused to take a paternity test because he loved her.
We gave her all the relevant information and told her that when she was older, we would give her her mother's journal if she wanted to know more details.

I kept her home that week. Throughout the week, she was emotionally volatile, switching between crying, anger, and silence. One moment she was angry with me for not telling her the truth sooner, the next moment she was emotionally crying, telling me she loved me and was grateful for everything I had done, and the next moment she was quietly withdrawn in her room.
The poor girl had to deal with a whirlwind of emotions, and I was there for her every step of the way. I took her to the therapist three times that week. After a while, she started to ask me to talk about her parents, about what they were like when they were younger, and what they were like as new parents.

Alice is not the happy girl she used to be yet, but we are making progress.

A month after we told her, I got the chance to keep my promise to Taylor. Alice asked to see her mother's grave.
It was an emotional day. At first, she was quietly staring at the headstone. And then, all of a sudden, she said, "I love you, Mom."
That opened the floodgates for both of us.
Ever since that day, it seems like a weight has been lifted off Alice's shoulders. She is more alive. She is becoming herself again.

Alice, my niece, my adoptive daughter is becoming Alice again.

So excited to share this piece of work. It's a short read and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts! ENJOY

https://substack.com/home/post/p-150964828?r=4n28xh&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

Description: This is a short 5-page story that describes a girl and a boy in a Halloween party. They are playing a game where each group gets a genre, they act it out, and everyone else needs to guess what genre they have. Mind that they are 15 year olds and they are not in any relationship. There is no spice, no hardcore, just a small silly start for them into the world of romance. First person POV.

I felt the cold breeze all over my body. Standing on the porch of the house. It was dark, in the suburbs of the city, looking at the clear night sky. Stars shining brighter than at home, but not so much to actually enjoy them, it was more like a way to distract myself. The middle of autumn, with chilly nights and warmer days. I was with short shorts and a thin blouse. Everyone else would wear coats, but my body felt hotter than after a sauna, didn't feel like wearing anything on top. Time way past curfew leaning on the railing next to the door, the few gray stairs going down, covered with leafs. I remember looking at the stars then back at the steps, then look at the green coniferous tree the one behind him with such deep and vibrant color. I asked for his opinion, he shrug his arms and didn't answer. The silence was so loud, but not in the awkward way at least for me it wasn't. I was way too concerned about my heart race, felt like it would burst any second now. "I mean we could kiss" "What? If we do that then they will scream." "They don't need to see, we can do that here" "Huh?" "Here, now." "W-what?" The corner of his mouth slightly curled into a small smile, but the confusion on his face was clearer. "Alr, never mind." My mind was filled with thoughts yet empty as I wasn't able to think at all. I knew I had to say something, but the words just weren't coming out of my mouth. He looked at me with a annoying unemotionless face, his head tilted to the side, I didn't like it. "Dont look at me that way." "What way?" I imitated him, quite good actually. He laughed as he saw me looking at him with the same expression he was just at me. "Alright I won't look at you anymore" "What? No don't do that. Look at me." I said it kinda pick me I guess. "Alright okay" he chuckled a bit. My heart still beating fast, but this wasn't the fastest in beat that night. Not knowing what to say I just went straight ahead and asked. "Do you still have any feeling for me left at all?" "No" it was said unemotional and almost felt hurtful. "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Do you like anybody else?" "No?" "You sure?" "Yes" "Is it shiki?" (My bestie) "No" wasn't beliveble enough. "Is it anyone else?" "You don't know them, they're not from school" "So you Have someone you like!" "No" The silence continues, and so does my goal. After a few moments I decided to do strike two. "If i were to confess to you right now would you date me?" "I dont Would you?" "Idk, would you?" "No" "Why?" "We still have time" "..." well that wasn't the outcome I hoped for, and I can't think of anything else. Sh!t if I just had more time to think. At that moment like a true miracle a savior came my way. It was shikis brother, they spoke for a minute or two. Actually I was kinda sad to see him act as if nothing happened and just talk to his friend with not even a slight blush on the face. Not that I ever saw him blush. This gave me the opportunity to think for a few seconds. After a moment or two Shikin's brother left, leaving us once again alone together. That was it, nows the time, I can do this, you can do this, this is the last opportunity. Get a grip and get it over with. "Melodrama..." I said with a tone leaving for continuation. He looked at me as I started walking closer and closer. Looking at him while holding the card in one hand. With every moment my heart beated faster and faster, but it's too late to back down now. I'm pretty sure I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. We were less that a step away from each other. I raised the hand holding the card and pushed it onto his chest. He's taller so somehow it felt more natural. His hand reached for the card, I guess he thought I was just going to hand him the card, not today though. I stand on my tiptoes. This is it, that's what I wanted to do the whole night, I Wanted this. My heart felt ready to explode, my mind was a void. It was already pretty quiet, but in this moment I didn't even hear the sound of the midnight wind, only my heart. It was so loud, I think even he was able to hear it. Was I ready? I was doing it................... no I can't do this, I can't. I wanted to but I can't. I was so frustrated with myself, I wanted to do this the whole night, I still want to do it. But...but, I was Scared. Scared, but I wasn't in any place to back down now, I didn't Want to back down, still I wasn't able to do everything i wanted, and i knew that i wasn't going to. I turned my head to the side, moving it closer and closer to him. Then it happened, my lips touched his cheek. It was surprisingly soft, more than I imagined or my lips were too dry, which I hope that they weren't. My head backed down, and I realized, I just kissed him with my hand on his chest. I didn't even see his expression, just turned around. With him facing my back I walked down the stairs that were behind me the whole time. I don't exactly remember what I was thinking, I just knew that I wanted more, but got the least and that I wanted to get the he'll out of there. As I walked back to the house I could feel him walking behind me, it felt almost reassuring. "We're out." I said to our game mates in a what seemed for me to be a playful voice. "Did you guys fight?" Shikin's older brother said. My mind was black. What do they want me to say? That I basically just kissed him? I couldn't say that. "Yeah, i hate him" I said while going up the stairs inside the house to my besties room. I actually didn't hate him, the words just came out of my mouth. I said it so that they don't ask me any questions. I finally got to the room. I sat on the chair with my hands on my head. How could I do that? I screamed inside my mind feeling the embarrassment. My friends came to check on me we talked, I didn't tell them anything. I was just spouting some bullshit and tried to avoid the topic as much as possible, I even cried for a few moment. My emotions were getting up to me. For the rest of the nights I thought of this, Over and Over and Over again, I remember thinking only one thing. It was so cringe. Would I do it again? You bet I will. But I was hopping he would take the initiative this time.

It was a hot summer day and I was lounging by the pool at my friend's house, sipping on a cold drink. Suddenly, I heard a strange noise coming from the bushes nearby. Curious, I got up and peeked through the foliage. To my surprise, I saw my friend's dad, who was in his 50s, masturbating vigorously while staring at me!

I was shocked and didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to run away, but another part of me was strangely aroused by the taboo situation. Before I could react, he noticed me and quickly zipped up his pants. "Sorry about that," he muttered sheepishly as he scurried away.

The next day, he came up to me and apologized again. He said he had been struggling with his attraction to younger women and couldn't control himself around me. He asked if we could keep this between us and offered to pay me $500 if I let him watch me undress and touch myself. I was shocked by his proposal, but also strangely intrigued.

After some hesitation, I agreed. That night, we met in the pool house. I slowly stripped off my clothes as he watched with lust-filled eyes. Then, I laid back on the couch and began rubbing my breasts and fingering my pussy. He stroked his cock the entire time, moaning softly.

When I finished, he begged me to let him cum on me. Reluctantly, I agreed. He stroked furiously until he erupted, spraying his hot seed all over my stomach and chest. I was disgusted and amazed all at once.

From then on, we met regularly for similar encounters. He paid me well and I got used to the thrill.

I, 20 M, have only 2 best friends 19 F and 20 F which I'll call Gwen and Sara. Of course I have other friends, but me and my two best friends have a really close trio.

However, for this Halloween we decided a month ago to throw a party at Gwen's house: you know, playing board games, watching horror films... The usual stuff. All the three of us agreed and actively organized every detail regarding food, sleeping, and so on.

Four days ago, the 27th, Sara told us she hadn't told her father yet and she feared he'd say no because, I quote, "that he might say no because he's nervous lately." Me and Gwen, of course concerned, said it was all good then Sara disappeared for 3 days with almost no contact via DMS or calls... Until the 30th evening when she said she couldn't come to the party because she had to go with her parents to organize the evening mass with their church.

A little bit of context on Sara. Sara comes from an open religious family but they're conservative on much of the religious stuff (I'm atheist so I'm not interested in these things) but always let Sara and her sisters and brother to have their likings. Sara is an angel, I swear. She's perfect, but she often forgets other prior engagements or she cancels last minute quite often.

Back to the party story, of course I was furious. I don't know Gwen, but after a month of organization and planning my blood was boiling. I was so disappointed and angry. Sara even proposed to catch up what we would have missed on Halloween on the 1st of November at my house (I live in an apartment with my boyfriend soon to be husband). Of course, I said no specifying that my boyfriend will be home that day because he wasn't going to work (it's national day here) and we couldn't use our house.

Today is the first, and we have to go to a bar to attend a Metallica cover band but I'm quite loath on going. I still feel angry and disappointed and don't want to ruin anybody's evening. Neither Sara's. Thoughts?

The art of deception is like venturing down a rabbit hole - you start off in a little tunnel where you can still see some semblance of light until you end up in a 6 foot ditch, isolated, cold and afraid. I was living in this deceptive world for approximately 7 years bearing this heavy burden, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. “Seven years”, I hear you ask. “How did you keep your other life a secret for so long?”  Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of the expression, where there’s a will, there’s a way.  I was determined to keep my love child from my wife, whilst still being involved in my daughter's life - it's as simple as that.

Men are not like women.  When children come into play, women can lose themselves in their new world, foregoing friendships and personal pursuits to establish their families whilst men, on the other hand, can manage to retain friendships and hobbies better as well as freedom of movement. It’s not insurmountable therefore, to picture a man who can split his time between two households, without the one knowing about the other. 

The only people I told about my daughter were my mum and dad. They advised me to tell my wife but I just couldn't bring myself to do this. I had already been through a lot and didn't have the strength and mental fortitude to manage another separation from my wife and kids (a story for another time).

For years, I would be present with my wife and son whilst still managing to see my daughter on the weekend and be available whenever I was needed.  Over the course of time, I grew wearier and wearier, knowing that this couldn’t go on forever. I considered the reality of death and what could happen to my daughter if I died. The fact is, she wouldn’t know her siblings and you hear of those horror stories of some siblings meeting up in the future and unbeknown to them, end up falling in love. This recurring terrifying dream-like projection often kept me awake at night. Disturbed and confronted by my deception, I was compelled to tell the truth. Only the truth could set me free!

Feelings of shame and fear kept me in this deceptive disposition for years. The fear of losing my wife terrified me. The shame of confessing I’d had a love child made me feel low. And the two feelings combined together, created this vicious cycle of self loathing. I’d often wonder how many other men around the world were in similar situations and what was happening in their lives. Were side chicks being forced to have abortions as a result of fear? Were men hiding in the shadows like me because of fear and shame? Were side chicks being forced to raise children as single parents because of fear and shame? Honestly, this period of time felt like a cataclysm of pain. I was done with this double living so I decided to confess to my wife.

Before I start writing, just wanna let yall know i'm currently very energetic and overconfident and warning yall im definitely gonna say unnecessary details and go on tangents about problems that don't exist, marked as venting because of this fact. Thank you.

So for context, I'm 18 years old in highschool. There's this kids i've been friends with but not really close until recently, and he sells xanax and coke to people, but refuses to sell to any high schoolers due to several experiences with friends nearly dying or being permanently fucked up from taking too much of something or just not being safe in general with frequency of usage, addiction, etc.. On top of these two, he has a lot of adderall that he bought to sell but doesn't really advertise it, which means he doesn't really sell much, but doesn't take it himself as we've realized he probably has undiagnosed adhd since he doesn't feel shit when he takes his adderalls. As I've become closer with this friend the past couple months, he's seen my love for adderall and started asking me to drive him home in exchange for adderall. At first it was 3 or 4, but he's been giving me 7-10 lately which seems a little overkill for the 5 minute drive from school judging he sells them to people for $10 each typically, but i'm not complaining! The other day, he offered me some lines before i left so of course i said yes (free fire fuckin cocaine, why tf not) then continued to give me another ~0.5g of it for me to take home. At first, i thought he was just giving me a free sample of it to try and get me to buy more from him or something, but after i finished and asked if i could buy something, he was insanely hesitant. It took another 2 weeks of really getting close with him for him to realize he's fine with selling anything to me. According to him, he says that out of all of his around 10 or 11 friends that do coke and other harder, more addictive shit like xans, i'm the first one he's met that's been able to successfully do all of these different drugs consistently without gaining a true addiction or dependency on any of these (which I don't know if i should take as a compliment or not, lmfao). He also knows that i had a phase over last summer where i was doing as much coke, ritalin, and adderall as i could get my hands on, not really giving a shit about addiction or anything, which thankfully, ritalin ended up being the only one i genuinely felt a dependency with for a short period of time until i snapped back into it and just stuck to weed for a while. He says that he doesn't know anybody who he thinks could successfully do that, so he's been trusting me with anything he has, which is crazy to me since he doesn't even trust most of his friends with anything beyond just doing a couple lines once a month at parties or just at his house. I don't really know what the purpose of putting this out was, I just wanted to see your opinions on this and if any of yall have any advice on anything you can think of. (Yes I know, stimulants are horrible for you, mixing drugs is bad for you, taking xans to sleep off these stimulants is bad for you, i've heard it all. I know even though i still do all this shit with no addiction and have control over how often i do most things, it's still gonna affect me in the future and i understand all that lmfao, please don't post 200 replies saying how i should quit and how bad they are for me, trust me i know, i just don't give a shit and that's a problem for future me to deal with🤣). Even though drugs suck and fuck you up long term, I'm very thankful for this friend and feel very lucky as a stim-loving teenager to have a consistent deal set up like this lmao, shits a blessing fr.

P.S: reading this back i've realized i sound like such a narcissistic, rebellious, wannabe cool kid ass little teenager in this, i may be a little narcissistic since im a fuckin 18 yr old drug addict but hey at least i'm self aware! Also don't know if this helps my case but only a certain small group of people know about everything i do other than smoking weed, so I promise im not just doing this shit and saying this to act cool!!!!!! Alr done fuckin ranting about things no one's actually said yet, thank you for reading.