They're just so darn cute [Valentine's Day Contest] Emojis & Text

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r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.

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Saturday 20 October 2012 Teacher's Day SMS Teacher's Day SMS → ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” тнє вєѕт Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń ιη тнιѕ Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚. Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń ι мαу gσ ιη му ℓιƒє, ι ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń тнαт ι Š½Ī±āˆ‚ αη єχ¢єℓℓєηт gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” ιη тнє Ę’ĻƒŃŠ¼ ĻƒĘ’ α Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń, ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → ωнєη ιт Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ тєα¢нιηg ησ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ¢αη Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼ĻŃ”Ń‚Ń” ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. → āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń, тнαηкѕ Ę’ĻƒŃ мαкιηg Ļ…Ń• ωнαт ωє Ī±ŃŃ” Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → ŃƒĻƒĻ… gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”āˆ‚ мє ωнєη ι ωαѕ ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•Ļ…ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ń”āˆ‚ мє ωнєη ι ωαѕ ωєαк ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє єηℓιgŠ½Ń‚Ń”Ī·Ń”āˆ‚ мє αℓℓ Ń‚Š½ŃĻƒĻ…gн.. → Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ . ωнαт ι αм ιѕ נυѕт вє¢αυѕє ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•Ī¹Ń нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → ι мαу Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ιт Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•. вυт, ι мєαη ιт Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ι Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ιт. тнαηк ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń Ę’ĻƒŃ αℓℓ тнє тнιηgѕ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń нανє āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ę’ĻƒŃ мє. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ! → ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” α Ļ‰ĻƒĪ·āˆ‚Ń”ŃĘ’Ļ…ā„“ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ĻŃĻƒĪ½Ń”āˆ‚ тнαт ā„“Ń”Ī±ŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g ¢αη вє × ĻƒŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń• Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ρℓєαѕαηт Ń”Ļ‡ĻŃ”ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·Ā¢Ń” ωιѕнιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… α нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ńā€™Ń• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → ι Ę’ĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ī±Ī·Ā¢Ń”, Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń•Š½Ī¹Ļ, āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ā¢Ī¹Ļā„“Ī¹Ī·Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”, Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g, ιη ĻƒĪ·Ń” ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ·. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнαт ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ιѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… (ηαмє ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń) ā€œŠ½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ!ā€ → тєα¢нιηg Ń•Š½ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ вє Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń• Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ń‚Ń”Ī±āˆ‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ń•Ń‚Ļ…Ę’Ę’Ń”āˆ‚ ωιтн ƒα¢тѕ. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → тнє Ī±Ļ‰Ī±Ńāˆ‚ Ę’ĻƒŃ тнє Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ Ļ‰ĻƒĪ·āˆ‚Ń”ŃĘ’Ļ…ā„“ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń нαѕ вєєη āˆ‚Ń”Ā¢ā„“Ī±ŃŃ”āˆ‚ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ιт gĻƒŃ”Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ!! → ωє Ī±ŃŃ” Ę’ĻƒŃŃ‚Ļ…Ī·Ī±Ń‚Ń” ωє Š½Ī±āˆ‚ α Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń αѕ Ļ‰ĻƒĪ·āˆ‚Ń”ŃĘ’Ļ…ā„“ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ī¹Ī·g Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ā¢Ī±ŃĪ¹Ī·g αѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ….... нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń\'ѕ āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ...!! → тнαηкѕ Ę’ĻƒŃ вєιηg α Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń” Š¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚ĻƒŃ ĻƒĘ’ ĻƒĻ…Ń Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚Ń•. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → ωє ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє тнαηкƒυℓ Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ę’ĻƒŃ αℓℓ тнє Š½Ī±Ńāˆ‚ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠŗ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń”Ę’Ę’ĻƒŃŃ‚Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє ρυт ιη, Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń”āˆ‚Ļ…Ā¢Ī±Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g Ļ…Ń•. ā€œŠ½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ!ā€ → Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń ιѕ α ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• нєℓρѕ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŠ²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ Ń‚Ļƒ gєт тнє ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ā„“Ń”āˆ‚gє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ń• Š²Ń”Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” тнє Ń•Ń‚Ļ…āˆ‚Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ń• ωнєη Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ нανє ĻŃĻƒŠ²ā„“Ń”Š¼Ń• тнαηкѕ Ę’ĻƒŃ вєιηg Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” Š¼Ī±āˆ‚Ī±Š¼/Ń•Ī¹Ńā€¦. ā€œŠ½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒā€ → тнє āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼ вєgιηѕ ωιтн α Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ вєℓιєνєѕ ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…, Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ тυgѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ρυѕнєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“Ń”Ī±āˆ‚Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń‚Ļƒ тнє ηєχт ρℓαтєαυ, Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ń• ρσкιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… ωιтн α Ń•Š½Ī±ŃĻ ѕтι¢к Ā¢Ī±ā„“ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ ā€œŃ‚ŃĻ…Ń‚Š½. → мαу Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ιт Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вυт, ι мєαη ιт Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ι Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ιт. тнαηк ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń Ę’ĻƒŃ αℓℓ тнє тнιηgѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ę’ĻƒŃ мє. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ! → тнє Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń” Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń āˆ‚Ń”Ę’Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• нιѕ ρυριℓѕ αgαιηѕт нιѕ ĻƒĻ‰Ī· ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ·Ī±ā„“ ιηƒℓυєη¢є. нє Ī¹Ī·Ń•ĻĪ¹ŃŃ”Ń• ѕєℓƒ-āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń•Ń‚. нє gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”Ń• Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń єуєѕ Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ нιмѕєℓƒ Ń‚Ļƒ тнє Ń•ĻĪ¹ŃĪ¹Ń‚ тнαт qυι¢кєηѕ нιм. нє ωιℓℓ нανє ησ āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ā¢Ī¹Ļā„“Ń”. → α gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń ιѕ α Š¼Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ń”Ń ĻƒĘ’ Ń•Ī¹Š¼Ļā„“Ī¹Ę’Ī¹Ā¢Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ αη Ń”Ī·Ń”Š¼Ńƒ ĻƒĘ’ ѕιмρℓιѕм. → тнє Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… тєα¢н… тнє ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ā„“Ń”āˆ‚gє ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•Š½Ī±ŃŃ”ā€¦ тнє Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ” ŃƒĻƒĻ… тαкє… тнє ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•Š½ĻƒĻ‰Ń”Ń.. мαкєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€¦ тнє Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ā€™Ń• вєѕт Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ńā€¦ ā€œŠ½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ńā€™Ń• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ!ā€ → ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń αℓℓ Ļ‰ĻƒŃāˆ‚Ń• нє Ń•Ī±Ńƒ Ļ‰ĻƒŃāˆ‚Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•ĻƒĀ¢Ī¹Ī±ā„“ Ļ‰ĻƒŃāˆ‚Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕρє¢ιαℓ нє ιѕ ĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń нє ιѕ ĻƒĻ…Ń gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” ℓєтѕ мαкє нιм ƒєєℓ ĻŃĪ¹āˆ‚Ń” → тнє вєѕт Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń ιѕ тнє ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ѕυggєѕтѕ ŃĪ±Ń‚Š½Ń”Ń тнαη āˆ‚Ļƒgмαтιzєѕ, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī¹Ī·Ń•ĻĪ¹ŃŃ”Ń• нιѕ ā„“Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ń”Ī·Ń”Ń ωιтн тнє ωιѕн Ń‚Ļƒ тєα¢н нιмѕєℓƒ. → тнє āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼ вєgιηѕ ωιтн α Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ вєℓιєνєѕ ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…, Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ тυgѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ρυѕнєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“Ń”Ī±āˆ‚Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń‚Ļƒ тнє ηєχт ρℓαтєαυ, Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ń• ρσкιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… ωιтн α Ń•Š½Ī±ŃĻ ѕтι¢к Ā¢Ī±ā„“ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ ā€œŃ‚ŃĻ…Ń‚Š½.ā€ → тєα¢нιηg ιѕ тнє ĻŃĻƒĘ’Ń”Ń•Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ· тнαт тєα¢нєѕ αℓℓ тнє ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń ĻŃĻƒĘ’Ń”Ń•Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•. → ωє єχρє¢т Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• Ń‚Ļƒ Š½Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ā„“Ń” тєєηαgє ĻŃŃ”gηαη¢у, ѕυвѕтαη¢є αвυѕє, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнє ƒαιℓιηgѕ ĻƒĘ’ тнє Ę’Ī±Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ńƒ. тнєη ωє єχρє¢т тнєм Ń‚Ļƒ Ń”āˆ‚Ļ…Ā¢Ī±Ń‚Ń” ĻƒĻ…Ń Ā¢Š½Ī¹ā„“āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī· → ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ ĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” ĻƒĻ…Ń Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚, ĻŠ½Ī¹ā„“ĻƒŃ•ĻƒĻŠ½Ń”Ń Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” αℓℓ Š¼Ļƒā„“āˆ‚Ń”āˆ‚ Ī¹Ī·Ń‚Ļƒ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ωє ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє gŃĪ±Ń‚Ń”Ę’Ļ…ā„“ Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń•Ļ…ĻĻĻƒŃŃ‚ нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ! → ωє ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє тнαηкƒυℓ Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ę’ĻƒŃ αℓℓ тнє Š½Ī±Ńāˆ‚ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠŗ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń”Ę’Ę’ĻƒŃŃ‚Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє ρυт ιη, Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń”āˆ‚Ļ…Ā¢Ī±Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g Ļ…Ń•. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ! → тєα¢нιηg ιѕ ℓєανιηg α νєѕтιgє ĻƒĘ’ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕєℓƒ ιη тнє āˆ‚Ń”Ī½Ń”ā„“ĻƒĻŠ¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ī±Ī·ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń•Ļ…ŃŃ”ā„“Ńƒ тнє Ń•Ń‚Ļ…āˆ‚Ń”Ī·Ń‚ ιѕ α вαηк Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη āˆ‚Ń”ĻĻƒŃ•Ī¹Ń‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ ĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹ĻƒĻ…Ń• Ń‚ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•Ļ…ŃŃ”Ń•. → ωнєη ιт Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ тєα¢нιηg ησ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ¢αη Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼ĻŃ”Ń‚Ń” ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…. нαρρу Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ• āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ! → тєα¢нιηg ιѕ тнє ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ Š¼Ī±× ĻƒŃ ĻƒĀ¢Ā¢Ļ…ĻĪ±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· ĻƒĘ’ мαη Ę’ĻƒŃ ωнι¢н ωє нανє Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ уєт āˆ‚Ń”Ī½Ń”ā„“ĻƒĻŃ”āˆ‚ Ń‚ĻƒĻƒā„“Ń• тнαт мαкє αη Ī±Ī½Ń”ŃĪ±gє ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ¢αραвℓє ĻƒĘ’ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼ĻŃ”Ń‚Ń”Ī·Ā¢Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ĻŃ”ŃĘ’ĻƒŃŠ¼Ī±Ī·Ā¢Ń”. ιη тєα¢нιηg ωє ŃŃ”ā„“Ńƒ ση тнє ā€œĪ·Ī±Ń‚Ļ…ŃĪ±ā„“Ń•,ā€ тнє ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Š½ĻƒĻ‰ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ń‚Ļƒ тєα¢н. → ĻƒĪ·Ń” ā„“ĻƒĻƒŠŗŃ• вα¢к ωιтн Ī±ĻĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ тнє Š²ŃĪ¹ā„“ā„“Ī¹Ī±Ī·Ń‚ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”ŃŃ•, вυт ωιтн gŃĪ±Ń‚Ī¹Ń‚Ļ…āˆ‚Ń” Ń‚Ļƒ Ń‚Š½ĻƒŃ•Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ń‚ĻƒĻ…Ā¢Š½Ń”āˆ‚ ĻƒĻ…Ń нυмαη ƒєєℓιηgѕ. тнє Ā¢Ļ…ŃŃĪ¹Ā¢Ļ…ā„“Ļ…Š¼ ιѕ Ń•Ļƒ мυ¢н Ī·Ń”Ā¢Ń”Ń•Ń•Ī±ŃŃƒ ŃĪ±Ļ‰ Š¼Ī±Ń‚Ń”ŃĪ¹Ī±ā„“, вυт Ļ‰Ī±ŃŠ¼Ń‚Š½ ιѕ тнє νιтαℓ єℓємєηт Ę’ĻƒŃ тнє gŃĻƒĻ‰Ī¹Ī·g ρℓαηт Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ę’ĻƒŃ тнє Ń•ĻƒĻ…ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ тнє Ā¢Š½Ī¹ā„“āˆ‚. → ιƒ α āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃ, ā„“Ī±Ļ‰ŃƒŃ”Ń, ĻƒŃ āˆ‚Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚ Š½Ī±āˆ‚ 40 ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” ιη нιѕ ĻƒĘ’Ę’Ī¹Ā¢Ń” αт ĻƒĪ·Ń” тιмє, αℓℓ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ Š½Ī±āˆ‚ āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚ Ī·Ń”Ń”āˆ‚Ń•, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ĻƒĘ’ Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ āˆ‚Ī¹āˆ‚Ī·ā€™Ń‚ ωαηт Ń‚Ļƒ вє Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ‰Ń”ŃŃ” ¢αυѕιηg Ń‚ŃĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń”, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнє āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃ, ā„“Ī±Ļ‰ŃƒŃ”Ń, ĻƒŃ āˆ‚Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚, Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ αѕѕιѕтαη¢є, Š½Ī±āˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ Ń‚ŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚ тнєм αℓℓ ωιтн ĻŃĻƒĘ’Ń”Ń•Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ī±ā„“ єχ¢єℓℓєη¢є Ę’ĻƒŃ ηιηє Š¼ĻƒĪ·Ń‚Š½Ń•, тнєη нє мιgнт нανє Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” Ā¢ĻƒĪ·Ā¢Ń”ĻŃ‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· ĻƒĘ’ тнє Ā¢ā„“Ī±Ń•Ń•ŃĻƒĻƒŠ¼ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ā¢Š½Ń”Ńā€™Ń• נσв. 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ā€˜Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people ā€œbefore their timeā€ as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
Tuesday 6 November 2012 Cool SMS → ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… вєℓιєνє ιη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” āˆ‚Ń”Ń”Ļā„“Ńƒ, мιѕ-Ļ…Ī·āˆ‚Ń”ŃŃ•Ń‚Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·gѕ Ī±ŃĪ¹Ń•Ń”, вυт āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ƒєєℓ Ę’ĻƒŃ ιт… вє¢αυѕє Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” мιѕ-Ļ…Ī·āˆ‚Ń”ŃŃ•Ń‚Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·gѕ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī·Ń”Ń”āˆ‚Ń”āˆ‚ Ę’ĻƒŃ gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Ļ…Ī·āˆ‚Ń”ŃŃ•Ń‚Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g.. → ιƒ ι Ā¢ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ ρυℓℓ āˆ‚ĻƒĻ‰Ī· тнє ŃĪ±Ī¹Ī·Š²ĻƒĻ‰ ι Ļ‰ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ń” Ļ…Ń ηαмє ωιтн ιт & ρυт ιт вα¢к ιη тнє Ń•ŠŗŃƒ Ń‚Ļƒ ℓєт Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŠ²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒŃĘ’Ļ…ā„“ му ℓιƒє ιѕ ωιтн α Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ℓιкє Ļ…!! → тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ Ń‚ĻƒĻƒ Ń•Š½ĻƒŃŃ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±Ā¢Ā¢Ń”ā„“Ń”ŃĪ±Ń‚Ń” ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•, вυт ι āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ‰Š½Ńƒ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Š²ŃŃ”Ī±Šŗ тнє āˆ‚Ń”Ī½Ń”ā„“ĻƒĻŃ”āˆ‚ ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•. тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ Ń‚ĻƒĻƒ Ń•Š½ĻƒŃŃ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ Ń•Ī±Ńƒ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ń‚Ļƒ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”āˆ‚ ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń•, вυт ι āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ‰Š½Ńƒ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” кєєρ ѕιℓєη¢є Ę’ĻƒŃ α ā„“ĻƒĪ·g ĻŃ”ŃĪ¹Ļƒāˆ‚. тнιѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ Ń‚ĻƒĻƒ Ń•Š½ĻƒŃŃ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ŃŃ”Ī±ā„“ Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń•, вυт ι āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ‰Š½Ńƒ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Š²ŃŃ”Ī±Šŗ Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń•Š½Ī¹ĻŃ•. → ℓιƒє ιѕ Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ נυѕт ωαιтιηg Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ιѕ Š¼Ī±āˆ‚Ń” Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. вυт ℓιƒє ιѕ ℓινιηg Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń”, Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ℓινєѕ вє¢αυѕє ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → Ę’ā„“ĻƒĻ‰Ń”ŃŃ• Ī·Ń”Ń”āˆ‚ ѕυηѕнιηє, Ī½Ī¹Ļƒā„“Ń”Ń‚Ń• Ī·Ń”Ń”āˆ‚ āˆ‚Ń”Ļ‰, αℓℓ αηgєℓѕ ιη нєανєη ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ ι Ī·Ń”Ń”āˆ‚ Ļ…. → ι ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ĻŠ½ĻƒŃ‚ĻƒŃ•. вє¢αυѕє тнє вєѕт тнιηg Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ тнєм ιѕ Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ¢нαηgє, єνєη ωнєη тнє ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” ιη тнєм ¢нαηgє ā€œĻ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“Ī¹Ī±Š¼ Ń•Š½Ī±ŠŗŃ”Ń•ĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ”ā€. → ωє ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ĻƒĻ…ŃŃ•Ń”ā„“Ę’ єνєη Ī±Ę’Ń‚Ń”Ń мαкιηg Ń•Ļƒ мαηу мιѕтαкєѕ. тнєη Š½ĻƒĻ‰ ¢αη ωє 4 Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń ѕмαℓℓ мιѕтαкєѕ? Ń•Ń‚ŃĪ±Ī·gє вυт Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń”! Ń•Ļƒ мαкє нαвιт ĻƒĘ’ Ę’ĻƒŃgινιηg. → Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒĻ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ”, Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”, ι мαу Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ вє ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…, вυт му тнιηкιηg, му Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ”, му ѕмѕ, му ĻŃĪ±ŃƒŃ”ŃŃ• ; му ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”ā„“Ńƒ ωιѕнєѕ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → Ļ… мαу вє ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ му ѕιgнт, вυт Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ му Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚, Ļ… мαу вє ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ му ŃŃ”Ī±Ā¢Š½ вυт Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ му Š¼Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚.ι мαу мєαη Ī·ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ń‚Ļƒ Ļ… вυт Ļ… ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє ѕρє¢ιαℓ Ń‚Ļƒ мє! → ιƒ Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ… gєт ℓєѕѕ ѕмѕ Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ мє, āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ тнιηк тнαт ι āˆ‚Ī¹āˆ‚Ī·ā€™Ń‚ Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ” Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. ιт мєαηѕ тнαт ι αм Ń•Ń”Ī±ŃĀ¢Š½Ī¹Ī·g тнє вєѕт ѕмѕ Ę’ĻƒŃ α вєѕт ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ℓιкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… → ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” ℓινє āˆ‚Ī¹Ń” ℓαυgн Ā¢ŃŃƒ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” gινє υρ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ωιℓℓ тяу Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” Ń•Ī±Ńƒ нι Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” Ń•Ī±Ńƒ Š²ŃƒŃ” ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• мαу Ę’ĻƒŃgєт ŃƒĻƒĻ… вυт Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ωιℓℓ ι. → ι Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń єχρє¢т ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмѕ мє. вυт ι’ℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• āˆ‚ŃĻƒĻ му ѕмѕ Ī¹Ī·Ń‚Ļƒ Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń Ī¹Ī·Š²ĻƒĻ‡ Ń‚Ļƒ Ń•Š½ĻƒĻ‰ ι ѕтιℓℓ ā€œā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” & ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ńā€ тнєм ωιтн ĻƒŃ Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń ѕмѕ → ƒєєℓ gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ ωнєη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Š²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ мιѕѕ Ļ…. ƒєєℓ Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń ωнєη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Š²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”Ń• Ļ…. вυт ƒєєℓ вєѕт ωнєη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Š²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń Ę’ĻƒŃgєтѕ Ļ…. → Ń‚Ļ‰Ļƒ тнιηgѕ ¢αη Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń вє āˆ‚Ń”Ę’Ī¹Ī·Ń”āˆ‚ ιη Ļ‰Š½Ļƒā„“Ń” ℓιƒє, ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”: вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… Š½ĻƒĻ‰ мυ¢н. &; Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚: вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Š½ĻƒĻ‰ āˆ‚Ń”Ń”Ļā„“Ńƒ Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• αѕк gĻƒāˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ gινє Ļ… ωнαт Ļ… āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ń”ŃĪ½Ń”, Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ωнαт ŃƒĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ī¹ŃŃ”. в¢σz ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ī¹ŃŃ”Ń• мαу вє ƒєω, вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ń”ŃĪ½Ń”Ń• α ā„“ĻƒŃ‚! → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” ℓιкє Ń‚ĻƒŠ¼ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ נєяяу. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ тєαѕє єα¢н ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń, кησ¢к āˆ‚ĻƒĻ‰Ī· єα¢н ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń, Ī¹ŃŃĪ¹Ń‚Ī±Ń‚Ń” єα¢н ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń вυт Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ єνєη ¢αη’т ℓινє Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ єα¢н ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń! → αη єχ¢єℓℓєηт ŃĻƒĪ±āˆ‚ ѕєηтєη¢є Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ī· ση Ī·Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ī±ā„“ нιgŠ½Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ: gσ Ń•ā„“ĻƒĻ‰, υηℓєѕѕ Ļ… нανє αη Ļ…Ńgєηт Ī±ĻĻĻƒĪ¹Ī·Ń‚Š¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚ ωιтн gĻƒāˆ‚! → Š½Ī±Ńāˆ‚ тιмєѕ Ī±ŃŃ” ℓιкє α ωαѕнιηg мα¢нιηє, Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ тωιѕт, Ń‚Ļ…ŃĪ· &αмρ; кησ¢к Ļ…Ń• Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚, вυт ιη тнє Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ωє Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ā¢ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī·Ń”Ń, Š²ŃĪ¹gŠ½Ń‚Ń”Ń &αмρ; Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń тнαη Š²Ń”Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”ā€¦ → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє Ń‚Ļƒ ŃĻ…Ī· Ī±Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ. Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ נυѕт Ń‚Ļƒ Ā¢ŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚Ń” āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ī·Ā¢Ń”Ń•. вυт Ń‚Ļƒ ѕєє Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ”Ń• Ń”Ī·ĻƒĻ…gн Ń‚Ļƒ ŃĻ…Ī· Š²Ń”Š½Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…! → му Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ ĻƒĘ’ ℓιƒє . ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” ℓαυgн вє¢αυѕє ι αм āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚, ι ℓαυgн вє¢αυѕє Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ī±ŃŃ” αℓℓ тнє ѕαмє, . тнαтѕ Ā¢Ī±ā„“ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ ā€˜Ī±Ń‚Ń‚Ī¹Ń‚Ļ…āˆ‚Ń”ā€™ā€¦ ā€œā„“Ī¹Ī½Ń” ιт ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ĻƒĻ‰Ī· Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒā€ → α ĻĻƒĻĻ…ā„“Ī±Ń Ī¹Ī·Ń•ĻĪ¹ŃĪ±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ī±ā„“ Ń•ĻŃ”Ī±ŠŗŃ”Ń Ń•Ī±Ī¹āˆ‚: вєѕт ŃƒŃ”Ī±ŃŃ• ĻƒĘ’ му ℓιƒє Ļ‰Ń”ŃŃ” ѕρєηт ιη Ī±ŃŠ¼Ń• ĻƒĘ’ α Ļ‰ĻƒŠ¼Ī±Ī· Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ωαѕη’т му ωιƒє! Ī±Ļ…āˆ‚Ī¹Ń”Ī·Ā¢Ń” ωαѕ Ń•Š½ĻƒĀ¢ŠŗŃ”āˆ‚ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ѕιℓєη¢є. нє Ī±āˆ‚āˆ‚Ń”āˆ‚: ѕнє ωαѕ му Š¼ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń! Ī±Ļ…āˆ‚Ī¹Ń”Ī·Ā¢Ń” αρρℓαυѕє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ℓαυgŠ½Ń‚Ń”Ń! → ĻƒĻ…Ń Š²Ļƒāˆ‚Ńƒ ιѕ Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“Ńƒ Š¼Ī±āˆ‚Ń” ĻƒĘ’ Ļ‰Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń вυт Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ιт Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń• Š²ā„“ĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ĻƒĻ…Ń‚. ĻƒĻ…Ń Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ιѕ Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ Š²ā„“ĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ вυт Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ιт Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń•, Ļ‰Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ ĻƒĻ…Ń єуєѕ. → ℓιƒє ιѕ α ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ ŃĻƒĪ±āˆ‚. Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ¢αη ѕєє вα¢к. вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ gσ вα¢к. Ń•Ļƒ āˆ‚Ļƒ Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ мιѕѕ Ī±Ī·ŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g. Ń”Ī·× ĻƒŃƒ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ Ń•Ń”Ā¢ĻƒĪ·āˆ‚ ĻƒĘ’ ℓιƒє! → ιƒ αη єgg Š²ŃŃ”Ī±ŠŗŃ• āˆ‚Ļ…Ń” 2 ĻƒĻ…Ń‚Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ę’ĻƒŃĀ¢Ń”! ā€œĪ¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” ℓιƒє Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń•!ā€ вυт… ιƒ ιт Š²ŃŃ”Ī±ŠŗŃ• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”! ā€œā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” вєgιηѕ!ā€ gŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚ тнιηgѕ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вєgιη Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”! Ń•Ļƒ тяу Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚! → α ℓιттℓє āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ā¢Ń” вєтωєєη ĻŃĻƒŠ¼Ī¹Ń•Ń”Ń• &αмρ; Š¼Ń”Š¼ĻƒŃĪ¹Ń”Ń•. ĻŃĻƒŠ¼Ī¹Ń•Ń”Ń•: ωє Š²ŃŃ”Ī±Šŗ тнєм &αмρ; Š¼Ń”Š¼ĻƒŃĪ¹Ń”Ń•: Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Š²ŃŃ”Ī±Šŗ Ļ…Ń•. → кєєρ α ѕρє¢ιαℓ ρℓα¢є Ę’ĻƒŃ мє ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚, Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Š¼Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚! кєєριηg мє ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Š¼Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ ¢αη вє āˆ‚Ī±Ī·gŃ”ŃĻƒĻ…Ń• Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ… вє¢αυѕє ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ι αм Š¼Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ Š²ā„“ĻƒĻ‰Ī¹Ī·g… → нαρριηєѕѕ Ā¢Ī±Ī·Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ вє Ę’ĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕєєк ιт Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ŃŃ•Ń”ā„“Ę’ вυт ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… gινє ιт Ń‚Ļƒ ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ•, ιт ωιℓℓ Ę’Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ ιт’ѕ Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ вα¢к Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… тнαт’ѕ тнє Š¼ŃƒŃ•Ń‚Ń”ŃŃƒ ĻƒĘ’ нαρριηєѕѕ ιт gŃĻƒĻ‰Ń• ωнєη Ń•Š½Ī±ŃŃ”āˆ‚. → тнє нαρριєѕт ĻƒĘ’ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ Ī·Ń”Ā¢Ń”Ń•Ń•Ī±ŃĪ¹ā„“Ńƒ нανє тнє вєѕт ĻƒĘ’ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ נυѕт мαкє тнє Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g, тнαт Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·g Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ. → āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń‚Š½ ιѕ Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ тнє gŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń•Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń• ιη ℓιƒє тнє gŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń•Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń• ĻƒĘ’ ℓιƒє ιѕ ωнєη ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•Š½Ī¹Ļ āˆ‚Ī¹Ń”Ń• αмσηg Ļ…Ń• ωнιℓє ωє я αℓινє Ń•Ļƒ в Ń•Ń‚ŃĻƒĪ·g ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•. → Ń”Ļ‡ĻŃŃ”Ń•Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ· ĻƒĘ’ тнє ƒα¢є Ā¢ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ вє ѕєєη ву Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒĻƒĪ·Ń”. вυт тнє āˆ‚Ń”ĻŃŃ”Ń•Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ· ĻƒĘ’ Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ Ā¢ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ вє Ļ…Ī·āˆ‚Ń”ŃŃ•Ń‚ĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ ву тнє вєѕт ĻƒĪ·Ń”. āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” тнєм ιη ℓιƒє. → Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń•Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ĻƒĘ’ ℓαηgυαgєѕ Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ тнιѕ Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ вυт ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ ¢αη вєαт тнєм αℓℓ. вє¢αυѕє ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ ιѕ тнє ℓαηgυαgє єνєη α вαву ¢αη ѕρєαк.. → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ī¹Š¼ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ī±Ī·Ń‚ Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń ĻŃŃ”Ń•Ń”Ī·Ā¢Ń” ιѕ. Š½ĻƒĻ‰ gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ ιт ƒєєℓѕ Ń‚Ļƒ нανє тнєм Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚. Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ę’ĻƒŃŃ‚Ī¹Ī·g Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń Ļ‰ĻƒŃāˆ‚Ń• Ī±ŃŃ”. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ń•Ī±Ń‚Ī¹Ń•Ę’ŃƒĪ¹Ī·g ιѕ тнє Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…gнт тнαт Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ єχιѕт. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ļ‰ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚Ī·ā€™Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ υηℓєѕѕ ωє тєℓℓ тнєм ℓιкє ι αм тєℓℓιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī·ĻƒĻ‰. ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń”ā„“Ńƒ Ī½Ī±ā„“Ļ…Ń”āˆ‚ā€¦!! → вєѕт ℓιηєѕ ву α вєѕт Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚: ā€œĪ¹Ń‚ Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń• мє Ļ… тαℓк Ń‚Ļƒ ѕ0мє0Ī·Ń” єℓѕє Ī· Ī·0т мє.. .. ιт Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń• єνєη м0яє ωєη ѕ0мє1 єℓѕє мαкєѕ Ļ… ѕмιℓє Ī· ι ¢αη’т . . .ā€ → gĻƒŃ‚ α gιƒт Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…! ησ Ā¢ĻƒŃ•Ń‚, Ń”Ļ‡Ń‚ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”ā„“Ńƒ ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ·Ī±ā„“! Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“Ńƒ ŃŃ”Ń‚Ļ…ŃĪ·Ī±Š²ā„“Ń”! ιтѕ α нυg Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ мє Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ…!! → Ļ… мαу мєєт ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń”, Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń тнαη мє, Ę’Ļ…Ī·Ī·Ī¹Ń”Ń тнαη мє, Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” вєαυтιƒυℓ тнαη мє, вυт ĻƒĪ·Ń” тнιηg ι ¢αη Ń•Ī±Ńƒ 2 Ļ… _ _ ι ωιℓℓ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” 4 Ļ… ωнєη Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ αℓℓ ℓєανє Ļ…. → Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń”Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” Ī¹ŃŃĪ¹Ń‚Ī±Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g, āˆ‚Ī±Ī¹ā„“Ńƒ Ā¢Š½Ī±Ńgιηg, Š¼ĻƒĪ·Ń‚Š½ā„“Ńƒ ŃŃ”Ā¢Š½Ī±Ńgιηg, αηησуιηg вєєρѕ, Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ļ…ŃŠ²Ī¹Ī·g, вυт ѕтιℓℓ ι ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” му Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń” вє¢αυѕє ιт Ā¢ĻƒĪ·Ī·Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ń• ā€œĻ… & Š¼Ń”ā€ → ωнєη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń• Ļ… . . . . āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ƒєєℓ Š²Ī±āˆ‚ вє¢αυѕє ιтѕ тнє ℓαω ĻƒĘ’ Ī·Ī±Ń‚Ļ…ŃŃ” тнαт тнє тяєє тнαт Š²Ń”Ī±ŃŃ• тнє ѕωєєтєѕт Ę’ŃĻ…Ī¹Ń‚Ń• gєтѕ мαχιмυм Ī·Ļ…Š¼Š²Ń”Ń ĻƒĘ’ Ń•Ń‚ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• → α нυg ιѕ α gιƒт ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕιzє ƒιт αℓℓ ιт ¢αη вє gινєη ιη αηу ĻƒĀ¢Ā¢Ī±Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ· Ń•Ļƒ ι αм Ń•Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ… тнιѕ нυg Ń‚Ļƒ тєℓℓ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ι ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → ωнєη Ļ… ƒα¢є Ā¢Š½ĻƒĪ¹Ā¢Ń”Ń•ā€¦ נυѕт Ń‚ĻƒŃ•Ń• α ¢σιη.. Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ נυѕт вє¢αυѕє ιт ѕєттℓєѕ тнє qĻ…Ń”Ń•Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·, вυт ωнιℓє тнє ¢σιη ιѕ ιη Ī±Ī¹Ń, Ļ… ωιℓℓ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ ωнαт Ļ…Ń Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ιѕ нσριηg Ę’ĻƒŃ !!! → тнє ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”ā„“Ī¹Ń”Ń•Ń‚ āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… ωαкє υρ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ę’Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ тнαт ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ѕтιℓℓ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒŃŃ• ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ Ń‚Š½ŃĻ… ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ń‚ŃĻ…ā„“Ńƒ Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ƒαιℓ Ń‚Ļƒ ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ιѕ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· 4 Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· 2 ℓινє 2 āˆ‚Ī¹Ń” 2 Ā¢ŃŃƒ, вυт ιƒ Ļ… ¢αη�т Ę’Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє ¢αη ι вє тнє ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· 4 α ωнιℓє:) → ℓιƒє + ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” = нαρρу ℓιƒє – ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” = Ń•Ī±āˆ‚ Ī±āˆ‚āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g Ī±Š²ĻƒĪ½Ń” 2, ℓιƒє + ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” = нαρρу ℓιƒє – ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” = Ń•Ī±āˆ‚ ——————– 2ℓιƒє = нαρρу + Ń•Ī±āˆ‚ Ń•Ļƒ, ℓιƒє = 1/2нαρρу + 1/2Ń•Ī±āˆ‚ → ι ѕмιℓє αт Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ ι ℓιкє; ι Ā¢ŃŃƒ 4 Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ ι Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ”; ι Ń•Š½Ī±ŃŃ” ωιтн Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ ι ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”; ι ℓαυgн ωιтн Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ ι Ń”Ī·× ĻƒŃƒ; ι Ń•Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ѕмѕ ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ 2 Ń‚Š½ĻƒŃ•Ń” Ļ‰Š½ĻƒŠ¼ ι Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ωαηт 2 ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” → ŃŃ”Ī±ā„“Ī¹zє тнιηgѕ Š²Ń”Ę’ĻƒŃŃ” ιт’ѕ Ń‚ĻƒĻƒ ℓαтє. α¢¢єρт тнιηgѕ тнαη āˆ‚Ń”ā„“Ī±Ńƒ тнєм. ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Š²Ń”Ę’ĻƒŃŃ” ŃƒĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” тнєм. ℓιƒє נυѕт Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ĻƒĪ·Ā¢Ń”. ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ιт ωнιℓє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ℓινє ιт. → ι āˆ‚Ń”Ā¢Ī¹āˆ‚Ń”āˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ Ń•Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ… тнє ¢υтєѕт Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ѕωєєтєѕт gιƒт ĻƒĘ’ тнє Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚. вυт тнє ĻĻƒŃ•Ń‚Š¼Ī±Ī· Ń•Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚ αт мє Ń•Ī±ŃƒĪ¹Ī·g, gєт ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ тнє ĻĻƒŃ•Ń‚ Š²ĻƒĻ‡. → ℓιƒє Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ιѕ ℓιкє α Ę’ŃĻ…Ī¹Ń‚ā„“Ń”Ń•Ń• тяєє, вυт ℓιƒє Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ιѕ ℓιкє ŃĻƒĻƒŃ‚ā„“Ń”Ń•Ń• тяєє. тяєє ¢αη ℓινє Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ę’ŃĻ…Ī¹Ń‚ вυт Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ŃĻƒĻƒŃ‚! → Ā¢Ī±ŃŃŃƒ α Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ тнαт Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń нαтєѕ, Ā¢Ī±ŃŃŃƒ α ѕмιℓє тнαт Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń Ę’Ī±āˆ‚Ń”Ń•, Ā¢Ī±ŃŃŃƒ α Ń‚ĻƒĻ…Ā¢Š½ тнαт Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚Ń•, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ā¢Ī±ŃŃŃƒ α ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•Š½Ī¹Ļ тнαт Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń Š²ŃŃ”Ī±ŠŗŃ•. → αѕ ĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹ĻƒĻ…Ń• αѕ Ļ… я Ń‚Ļƒ мє, αѕ ĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹ĻƒĻ…Ń• ησ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ¢αη Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń вє, ι ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• я Š½Ī±Ńāˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ Ā¢Š½ĻƒĻƒŃ•Ń”, вυт Ļ… я α Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ ι Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ωαηт Ń‚Ļƒ ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń”. → Š¼ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ńƒ Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ń”Ī±ŃĪ· мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚, тιмє Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• ρℓαη мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚, Ę’ā„“ĻƒĻ‰Ń”Ń Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚, Ń•Ń‚Ļ…āˆ‚Ńƒ Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• ā„“Ń”Ī±ŃĪ· мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚, ѕмѕ Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ń•Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“ Ń•Ī±Ńƒ ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń мє ā„“ĻƒŃ‚. → Ļ… ωαηт Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ… gєт Ļ… ωαηт Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ… gєт тнαт ιѕ ℓυ¢к, Ļ… ωαηт Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ… ωαιт тнαт ιѕ тιмє, Ļ… ωαηт вυт Ļ… Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼ĻŃĻƒŠ¼Ī¹Ń•Ń” тнαт ιѕ ℓιƒє → Š¼Ń”Š¼ĻƒŃĪ¹Ń”Ń• нανє Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń Ń•Ń‚ŃĪ±Ī·gє Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ ℓєανє ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” ιη α Ā¢ŃĻƒĻ‰āˆ‚. вυт ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ℓιкє α Ā¢ŃĻƒĻ‰āˆ‚. → ιƒ Ļ…Ń α Ā¢Š½ĻƒĀ¢Ļƒā„“Ī±Ń‚Ń” Ļ…Ń тнє ѕωєєтєѕт, ιƒ Ļ…Ń α Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚āˆ‚Ńƒ Š²Ń”Ī±Ń Ļ…Ń тнє Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ нυggαвℓє, ιƒ Ļ… Ī±ŃŃ” α Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ń Ļ… я тнє Š²ŃĪ¹gнтєѕт, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ѕιη¢є Ļ… я му ļæ½Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ļæ½ Ļ… я тнє �вєѕт�! → ŃĻƒŃ•Ń” ιѕ Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• 4 gŃĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ Ī±āˆ‚Ī½ĻƒĀ¢Ī±Ń‚Ń” ιѕ Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• 4 нιѕ ¢αѕє… Š½ĻƒŃŃ•Ń”Ń• я Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• 4 ŃĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ вυт Ļ… я Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• 4 ѕмιℓє ση Ļ…Ń ƒα¢є…! нανє α ηι¢є āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → ā€œĪ¹ Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń•Ń‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€ ιѕ α Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚ тнαη ā€œĪ¹ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€ вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ… мαу Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń•Ń‚ тнє ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ŃƒĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” тнє ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń•Ń‚. → ι ωαηηα кєєρ3 тнιηgѕ: . . тнє ѕυη тнє мσση & му Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ѕυη 4 āˆ‚Ī±ŃƒŃ‚Ī¹Š¼Ń” мσση Ę’ĻƒŃ ηιgнт тιмє &αмρ; Ļ….му āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ 4 ℓιƒєтιмє → ιƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g, ℓєт ιт gσ. ιƒ ιт Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• вα¢к Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ…, ιтѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ŃŃ• Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń. ιƒ ιт āˆ‚ĻƒŃ”Ń•Ī·ā€™Ń‚, тнєη ιт ωαѕ Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń мєαηт Ń‚Ļƒ вє. → ωнєη α мєѕѕαgє ιѕ ѕєηт Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ α āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ī·Ā¢Ń”, ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη’т ѕєє тнє ƒα¢єѕ, ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη’т ѕєє тнє ѕмιℓєѕ, вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη ѕєє тнє Ā¢Ī±ŃŃ” тнαт Ń‚ŃĻ…ā„“Ńƒ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ! → āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ ℓєт Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š²Ń”Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g, вє¢αυѕє ωнєη Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒā€™ŃŃ” gĻƒĪ·Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє Ī·ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g! → ѕρєαкιηg Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ єgĻƒŃ•, ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ī¹Ī·g Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ī¹Ī·Ń‚Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•, Ā¢Ī±ŃĪ¹Ī·g Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ń”Ļ‡ĻŃ”Ā¢Ń‚Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń• &αмρ; ĻŃĪ±ŃƒĪ¹Ī·g Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ѕєℓƒιѕнηєѕѕ, ιѕ тнє ѕιgĪ· ĻƒĘ’ ā€œŃ‚ŃĻ…Ń” ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·ā€. → ŃŃ”ā„“Ī±Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń•Š½Ī¹Ļ яєqĻ…Ī¹ŃŃ”Ń• ℓιттℓє Ń”Ę’Ę’ĻƒŃŃ‚Ń•ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦.. єνєη ωнєη Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” Š²Ļ…Ń•Ńƒ ωιтн Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń ĻƒĻ‰Ī· ℓινєѕ, α ѕιмρℓє ѕмѕ ŃŃ”Š¼Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚Ń• єα¢н ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”Ń тнαт……. ā€œĻ… я Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ę’ĻƒŃgĻƒŃ‚Ń‚Ń”Ī·ā€ → вє Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” ωιтн Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ мαкєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒā€¦! вυт вє мυ¢н Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń”Ń Ń‚Ļƒ тнαт ĻŃ”ŃŃ•ĻƒĪ· Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ¢αη’т вє нαρρу Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€¦! → Ń•ĻƒĻƒĻƒĻƒĻƒĻƒā€¦. ѕιмρℓє вυт Ń•Ļƒ Ī±Ń‚Ń‚ŃĪ±Ā¢Ń‚Ī¹Ī½Ń”. Ń•Ļƒ.. єηℓιgнтηιηg вυт Ń•Ļƒ Ā¢ĻƒĻƒā„“. Ń•Ļƒ мσνιηg вυт Ń•Ļƒ ѕтιℓℓ. Ń•Ļƒā€¦ qυιтє вυт Ń•Ļƒ ĻĻƒĻĻ…ā„“Ī±Ń. Ń•Ļƒ ŃĻƒŠ¼Ī±Ī·Ń‚Ī¹Ā¢ вυт ѕтιℓℓ ѕιηgā„“Ń”. ιт’ѕ тнє Ń‚ŃĪ±gŃ”āˆ‚Ńƒ ĻƒĘ’ мσση:-
The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him
I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty
š“š‡šˆšš†š’ š“šŽ šƒšŽ + make a wishlist so you’ll be prepared when it’s your birthday/Christmas + do five or more journal prompts + start a new hobby or make a list of new hobbies you’d like to try + write a letter to your future self or film a video for your future self + digital redecorating: change the theme/layout of your devices + reread a book you haven’t read in 3 or more years + watch a show or film in a genre you don’t usually watch + go on YouTube and make a playlist of your favorite self improvement/advice videos to watch when you’re down or need a push + learn a favorite song on an instrument + paint or draw the view outside your bedroom window + make a Pinterest board that perfectly captures the vibe(s) you wish to embody + organize your desk + go on a walk when the sun sets + watch a YouTuber you used to love + plan your ideal trip! it’s super fun to dream up possible vacations!! + look for a new podcast to listen to šˆšš’š“š„š€šƒ šŽš… š’š‚š‘šŽš‹š‹šˆšš† ✧
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Today my school had a fire drill. I was standing outside with one of the most popular football players, when a Down Syndrome girl came up to him and wanted to hold his hand because she was scared. Happily, he held her hand in front of all his friends back to class. His soft side in front of his boys GMH May 16, 2010 at 12:00pm by Rachel, Griffith IN
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Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deį¼€d. I was the one that saw the lĆ­fe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lĆ­fe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ š«šžš¦š¢š§ššžš«: :ĀØ Ā·.Ā· ĀØ: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `Ā· . ꔫ To all the people who had a rough day, week or month, remember to focus on what you can control, you are enough and you deserve all your desiresā™”
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glow up schedule āœØšŸŽ€šŸ“ššŸ§–ā€ā™€ļø 2 weeks before: šŸ’— hair appt for highlights & cut šŸ’— do face masks 2-3x per week šŸ’— apply hair oil & mask before each wash šŸ’— implement my morning/ night routine 1 week before: šŸ’— fresh mani & pedi šŸ’— wardrobe refresh to clear out old clothes & invest in new pieces šŸ’— buy supplies šŸ’— reach out to friends + classmates to catch up & compare schedules šŸ’— practice daily makeup routine the night before: šŸ’— review all my first day schedule šŸ’— pack my bag šŸ’— pick out my outfit šŸ’— wash my hair & style for overnight curls šŸ’— relax & get excited!!!
morning routine as a teenage girl ą¼‰ā€§ā‚ŠĖšāœ§ āŽÆāŽÆ ą­Ø ą­§ āŽÆāŽÆ ą­Øą­§ . wake up at 6:30am. ą­Øą­§ . drink some water! ą­Øą­§ . go and feed my downstairs neighbor’s cat. ā™” ą­Øą­§ . brush my teeth. ą­Øą­§ . do my skin care (cleanser , toner , serum , eye cream , moisturiser , sunscreen ) ą­Øą­§ . make my mum’s bed & my bed. ą­Øą­§ . straighten up my room a bit! ą­Øą­§ . do my makeup. ą­Øą­§ . get dressed. ą­Øą­§ . style my hair! ą­Øą­§ . get backpack together. ą­Øą­§ . deodorant , lotion , perfume. ą­Øą­§ . out the door , time for school
My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fĆ© was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lÄÆfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fĆ© held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.
I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girl… In there. Couldn’t she breathe? Why didn’t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. ā€œShh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!ā€ But she wouldn’t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldn’t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasn’t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. I’ll save one for real next time, I swear.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.
i am lucky 𖦁  ˚ 怀怀怀. āœ§ć€€ć€€ ć€€Ėš 怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀 ˚ 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€Ėš 怀. į°” luck is always by my side į°” i am the luckiest girl right now į°” luck never lets me down į°” it always turns out good į°” everything i want is mine į°” miracles happen to me daily į°” things always work out for me į°” i am always just so lucky 怀怀 ˚ . āœ§ć€€ć€€ ˚
Pierwszy dzień w szkole Autor: BradDracV Źródło: First Day of School Tłumaczenie: Puck Norris Rosie szarpała zamkiem jej plecaka w kwiatki, czekając na autobus, który miał ją zabrać do szkoły. Stojący za nią rodzice byli równie nerwowi jak ona, próbowali jednak tego po sobie nie okazywać. Chcieli, żeby pierwszy dzień w szkole Rosie był dla niej nowym przeżyciem pełnym ekscytacji, a nie obaw. Mogli ją zaprowadzić do szkoły osobiście, nie mieszkali od niej daleko, ale chcieli, żeby jej urocza córka mogła zawrzeć nowe przyjaÅŗnie i poznać innych ludzi. Zresztą, jasny, żółty autobus zatrzymał się przed ich domem jeszcze zanim zdążyli zmienić zdanie. Co dziwne, autobus był pusty. To tylko sprawiło, że niepokój rodziny jeszcze bardziej urósł. Po zbiorowym uścisku i wielu pocałunkach wymienionych z mamą i tatą, Rosie wsiadła do pojazdu i zajęła miejsce z przodu. Pulchny kierowca pomachał jej rodzicom, praktycznie nie patrząc w ich kierunku. Drzwi zapiszczały i zamknęły się za ich małym skarbem. Mama uroniła małą łzę, obserwując razem z tatą jak autobus znika za zakrętem na końcu ulicy. "Będzie się dzisiaj świetnie bawiła." tata pocieszył mamę całusem w czoło. "Wiem" zgodziła się mama, nie brzmiąc zbyt przekonywująco. "Idę wziąć prysznic" powiedziała i skierowała się do domu. Kiedy tylko tata wszedł za nią do środka, zaskoczony usłyszał głośne trąbienie. Poczuł, że żołądek podchodzi mu do gardła, gdy tylko się odwrócił i zobaczył inny autobus, wypełniony szczęśliwymi uczniami i stojący na jego podjeÅŗdzie. Szerokie drzwi rozwarły się. "Dzień dobry, panie Thomas" powiedział starszy kierowca o miłym uśmiechu kochającej babci. "Czy Rosie jest gotowa na swój pierwszy dzień?"
A girl in my class is Autistic We were playing volleyball in P.E one day and she wanted to serve. Everyone cheered for her even though the ball barely rose above her head My classmates' kindness GMH. Jan 4, 2015 at 11:00am by Anonymous
WHISPERS @scarystoriesargh My best friend confided in me one day about one of her worries. She told me about how, in the middle of the night, she would keep hearing whispers in her bedroom. These whispers would repeat the same number over and over, but each night the number would become one lower. A few weeks later, on a Tuesday my friend told me that the numbers were getting lower and lower. It was due to be the number seven that night. My friend had no idea what those whispers were counting down to, but she told of how anxious she had been feeling ever since the whispers started several months ago. It's Wednesday today. My friend isn't in school. She didn't tell me that she was going to be absent. And then I realise. Last night, the voices would have been whispering the number Zero..
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emoji combos *pink/cute* šŸŒøšŸ¼šŸ”ā˜šŸ„› šŸ’­šŸ§šŸ„šŸ°šŸ§ø *dark/edgy* šŸ“Žā›“ļøšŸ“½šŸŽ¬šŸŽ§ šŸ—ÆšŸ¾šŸ™šŸŽ¹šŸ•Æ *cottagecore* šŸ“šŸŒ±šŸ„šŸŒˆšŸ§ŗ šŸ„ØšŸ„žšŸ„–šŸžšŸ„ *dark academia* šŸ¦‰šŸ‚ā˜•šŸŽ»šŸ•° āš°ļøšŸ“œšŸ©šŸ·šŸ“
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š“š“Æš“Æš“²š“»š“¶š“Ŗš“½š“²š“øš“·š“¼ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -t꒱ྀི১ ✮ - Im truly true beauty! ✮ - Everyone thinks im perfect, and I am! ✮- The compliments I get are endless! ✮ - I attract postivity and can get people immediately attached to me! ✮ - Im usually the one who starts trends! ✮ - I have a skinny tall b0dy! *Please remember weight does NOT matter!! ✮ - Everyone trips as soon as they see me! ✮ - Im the quote ā€œbeauty and brawnsā€ ✮ - I have always had perfect grades! ✮ - Im me and your you! ✮ - they way everybody falls for me as soon as they see me is concerning! ✮ - I know im better than all these people but I stay humble for their own sake! ✮ - I have the perfect positve mindset! ✮ - Im very beautiful… Its amazing! ✮ - Everyone wants to be me or be with me! ✮ - My energy enters before I even enter the room! ✮ - My posture is perfect always! ✮ - You’ll never catch me with bad posture! ✮ - I don’t care about my haters, their obsessed anyways! ✮ - My life revoles around me only! *ˢ˔ᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ įµįµ‰įµ— ˢᵒᵐᵉ įµ‡įµ‰įµƒįµ˜įµ—Źø ˢ˔ᵉᵉᵖ ᵇʸᵉ♄
r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
ć€€Ėš 怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀 ˚ 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ ˚ 怀 . everything you are worried about is going to turn out ok, i promise you ˙ᵕ˙ ‧ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹†
t・ ゚・t ļ½” +. ゚t・. ļ½”. * ゚ + t・゚・t・゚・. ļ½”* ļ½” ・゚・ ā‹†š™šā‚ŠĖšāŠ¹ a small reminder for you, try not to be so hard on yourself, i know you are trying and giving your best! i know it might sound crazy to you right now but better days WILL come and you will look back at this exact moment and remember how impossible it all seemed. ā™” but look, you DID it! you got through one of your hardest days. so, don’t give up. healing takes time. it might all seem impossible but you will get there. it doesn’t have to look a certain way, in fact, healing looks different for everyone. go at your own pace and don’t try to rush anything! it’s not a race! ā™” don’t stress yourself out and try to worry less. you are stronger than you think and i KNOW you can do this and get through whatever you are going through! 🌸 you GOT THIS! ˙ᵕ˙ t・ ゚・t ļ½” +. ゚t・. ļ½”. * ゚ + t・゚・t・゚・. ļ½”* ļ½” ・゚・
⋆ Ėšļ½”ā‹†ą­Øą­§Ėš š‘€š‘Žš‘›š‘–š‘“š‘’š‘ š‘” Ėšą­Øą­§ā‹†ļ½”Ėš ⋆ daily affirmations ˙ᵕ˙ ā¤ļøŽ i won’t be so hard on myself ā¤ļøŽ i belong here ā¤ļøŽ i am worthy of what i desire ā¤ļøŽ i love me always ā¤ļøŽ happiness is in my hands
Common Experiences How has the semester been going for you? Do you understand the assignment that Professor gave us in class? .. . .. What did you do over break? What sort of plans do you have for break? What did you do over the weekend? Anything interesting happen this week? How has work been? What did you think about the school team's last game? Do you know who's going to s party on day? Interests • What sort of movies have you seen lately? Have any goad boak recommendations? Have you been to any great concerts lately? Have you seen any good plays? What did you think about the ball game on day? Non-Question Topics Your surroundings: the weather, an interesting painting or decoration, a peculiar scenic detail Interesting or humorous Current events or news • officials, shared neighbors, new attractions that have recently opened Compliments on appearance changes: hairstyle, clothing, shoes, accessories Recent experiences with friends or family • Humorous story about something that happened earlier in the day or week CONVO.. Common Experiences How has the semester been going for you? Do you understand the assignment that Professor gave us in class? .. . .. What did you do over break? What sort of plans do you have for break? What did you do over the weekend? Anything interesting happen this week? How has work been? What did you think about the school team's last game? Do you know who's going to s party on day? Interests • What sort of movies have you seen lately? Have any goad book recommendations? Have you been to any great concerts lately? Have you seen any good plays? What did you think about the ball game on day? Non-Question Topics Your surroundings: the weather, an interesting painting or decoration, a peculiar scenic detail Interesting or humorous Current events or news • officials, shared neighbors, new attractions that have recently opened Compliments on appearance changes: hairstyle, clothing, shoes, accessories Recent experiences with friends or family • Humor about something that happened earier in the day or week
Jessica by reddit user Breakevencoast5 ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā†“Ė¢į¶œŹ³įµ’Ė”Ė” ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ My soul mate left me today. All that's left of him now, is pairs of sock that probably fell out of his suitcase, and a note labelled "Read Me" that I found on the kitchen counter, picked it up and started to read. ā€œjust can't take it anymore. Jess, you know love you, and I always will, but over the last few months things have gotten bad for me. Yes, it's her. She's following me again and I'm scared that if she found you she'd kill you. I'm sorry, I wish I could go into more detail, but you be home in a few minutes, and I don't want to have to tell you any of this to your face. It would destroy me to see you cry. - David.ā€ Suddenly the front door creaked open. Instinctively, grabbed a knife off of the knife rack and ran into the pantry. "Hello?" Called a woman from the entrance way. I didn't answer. Instead, I cracked the pantry door open just enough to see the note on the counter. "Anyone in here?" She yelled, walking closer to the kitchen. "I'm not going to hurt you." She stepped into the kitchen. There was a small Swiss army knife in her hand. She picked up the note and started to read. Within seconds she started crying hysterically. The woman fell to her knees and dropped the knife. lignored every logical though in my brain, kicked the door open and thrust the knife into her stomach. "Welcome home Jessica" I said, twisting the knife with a bright smile on my face.
ā€˜Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.
š”šØš° š­šØ š›šž š”ššš©š©š² ą±Øą§Ž 1 don’t compare yourself to other people 2 repeat number 1 daily
Tuesday 16 October 2012 Smile SMS Smile SMS → āˆ‚ĻƒĪ· Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ gσ Ę’ĻƒŃ ā„“ĻƒĻƒŠŗŃ•, Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ ¢αη āˆ‚Ń”Ā¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”. āˆ‚ĻƒĪ· Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ gσ Ę’ĻƒŃ ωєαℓтн, єνєη тнαт Ę’Ī±āˆ‚Ń”Ń• Ī±Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ. gσ Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ мαкєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕмιℓє Š²Ń”Ā¢Ļƒz ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ α ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ α āˆ‚Ī±ŃŠŗ āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ ѕєєм Š²ŃĪ¹gнт. → ѕмιℓє ιѕ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“Ń”Ń‚Ń” ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιρѕ ŃŃ”Ę’ā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ń• ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ωιтн α gā„“ĻƒĻ‰ ση ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є. ωιѕн ŃƒĻƒĻ… мαηу ѕυ¢н ѕмιℓιηg Š¼ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ń• ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιƒє. → āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼Ń• мαкєѕ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g ĻĻƒŃ•Ń•Ń•Ī¹Š²ā„“Ń”,Š½ĻƒĻŃ” мαкєѕ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠŗŃ•,ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” мαкєѕ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g вєαυтιƒυℓ,ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ αℓℓ тнє Ī±Š²ĻƒĪ½Ń” кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•. → Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ¢αη ѕкιρ вєαтѕ 4 αωнιℓє Š¼Ń”Š¼ĻƒŃĪ¹Ń”Ń• ¢αη вє кєρт ιη α ƒιℓє α āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ń”ŃŃ‚ ¢αη ŃŃ”Ļā„“Ī±Ā¢Ń” тнє ηιℓє вυт... Ī·ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g ¢αη Ń•Ń‚ĻƒĻ α ѕмιℓє ωнєη Ļ…Ń ηαмє Ī±ĻĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ• ση му Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń”. → ησ ĻƒĪ·Ń” ιѕ Š²ĻƒŃĪ· нαρρу. вυт αℓℓ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” Š²ĻƒŃĪ· ωιтн тнє Ī±Š²Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ń‚Ńƒ Ń‚Ļƒ Ā¢ŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚Ń” нαρριηєѕѕ. Ń•Ļƒ Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, мαкє ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• нαρρу. ƒℓαѕн ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕωєєтєѕт ѕмιℓє. нανє α āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ ѕмιℓєѕ → кєєρ тнє ѕмιℓє, ℓєανє тнє Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ń, тнιηк ĻƒĘ’ נσу, Ę’ĻƒŃgєт тнє Ę’Ń”Ī±Ń , Š½Ļƒā„“āˆ‚ тнє ℓαυgн, ℓєανє тнє ραιη, вє × ĻƒĻ…ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń• тιℓℓ ι ѕмѕ αgαιη → α gĻ…Ī· ¢αη кιℓℓ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ę’Ī¹ŃŃ” ¢αη Š²Ļ…ŃĪ· Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ļ‰Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ ¢αη ¢нιℓℓ. αηgєя ¢αη ŃĪ±gє тιℓℓ ιт Ń‚Ń”Ī±ŃŃ• ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ĻĪ±ŃŃ‚. вυт тнє ĻĻƒĻ‰Ń”Ń ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє ¢αη нєαℓ α Ę’ŃĻƒzєη Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚. → ℓєт мє gυєѕѕ ωнαт Ļ… я āˆ‚ĻƒĪ¹Ī·g... ŃŃ”Ī±āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g вσσк? ηα ηα! ℓιѕтιηιηg мυѕι¢? υнυ! ωαт¢нιηg тν? ηαн! ¢αυgнт Ļ…! мιѕѕιηg мє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ŃŃ”Ī±āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g му ѕмѕ ηα.!! σн Ī·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ… я ѕмιℓιηg. → ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ā„“Ń” Ń”Ī·ĻƒĻ…gн Ń‚Ļƒ ¢υт āˆ‚Ī±ŃŠŗĪ·Ń”Ń•Ń•. ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń” Ę’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ Ń”Ī·ĻƒĻ…gн Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ℓιƒє нαρρу. ĻƒĪ·Ń” gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ń”Ī·ĻƒĻ…gн Ę’ĻƒŃ ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ. ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕмѕ Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń”Ī·ĻƒĻ…gн Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ѕмιℓє Ę’ĻƒŃ тнє ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”ā€¦ α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒā€¦ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ¢αη Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ιη мαηу āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚ Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, ѕнαρєѕ Ī· ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqĻ…Ń”Ń Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g … Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ … → ĻƒĘ’ αℓℓ тнє ѕмιℓєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ŃŃ”Ā¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”āˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ιѕ α ѕмιℓє ŃƒĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ī¹āˆ‚Ī·ā€™Ń‚ ŃŃ”Ā¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”. α ѕмιℓє Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ тнє ℓιρѕ вυт Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ тнє Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚, α ѕмιℓє тнαт ¢αмє Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ мє Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → ιη тнє Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє мє Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒā€¦ Ā¢ĻƒĻƒā„“ Š²ŃŃ”Ń”zє нυgѕ мє Ń‚Ļƒ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє… Š²Ī¹Ńāˆ‚Ń• ѕιηgѕ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє…. вυт му āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“Ń”Ń‚Ń” υηтιℓ ι ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є… → Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє нαρρу, Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń α ѕмιℓє; Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ę’ĻƒŃ мαηу ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє. → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń” тιмєѕ….ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. ι Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” му єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнιηк ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнє Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…gнт ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠ¼Ń• мє Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕмιℓє ιт ℓιкє α Ń•Ļ…Ī·ŃĪ¹Ń•Ń” Ń‚Ļƒ мє. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ι ωαηт α āˆ‚Ī±Ī¹ā„“Ńƒ Ń•Ļ…Ī·ŃĪ¹Ń•Ń” ιη му ℓιƒє. Ń•Ļƒā€¦ Ń•Ļƒā€¦. Ń•Ļƒā€¦.. Ń•Ļƒā€¦ā€¦ Ń•Ļƒ кєєρ ѕ*м*ι*ā„“*ι*Ī·*g → ιƒ єα¢н ℓєαƒ ĻƒĘ’ α тяєє ιѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє тнєη ι ĻŃĻƒŠ¼Ī¹Ń•Ń” ŃƒĻƒĻ… му āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, ι ωιℓℓ Ļ‰Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń ιт Ń‚Š½ŃĻƒĻ…gн ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ му ℓιƒє Ń‚Ļƒ ѕєє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃgŃŃ”Ń”Ī· ѕмιℓє Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń → āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃā€™Ń• ĻŃŃ”Ń•Ā¢ŃĪ¹ĻŃ‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· 4 Ļ…. α ¢υтє ℓιттℓє ѕмιℓє 4 Š²ŃŃ”Ī±ŠŗĘ’Ī±Ń•Ń‚. Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” ℓαυgнѕ 4 ℓυη¢н. ā„“ĻƒŃ‚Ń• ĻƒĘ’ нαρριηєѕѕ Ę’ĻƒŃ āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·Ī·Ń”Ń. āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃā€™Ń• ʒєє? αη ѕмѕ ωнєη Ļ… я ʒяєє. → ѕмιℓє: ѕ-ѕєтѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ʒяєє м-мαкєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕρє¢ιαℓ ι-Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•Ń”Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є ναℓυє ā„“-ℓιƒтѕ υρ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•ĻĪ¹ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ń• є-Ń”ŃĪ±Ń•Ń”Ń• αℓℓ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Ń”Ī·Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ń•Ļƒ ρℓєαѕє кєєρ ѕмιℓє. → α ѕмιℓє ιѕ α Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…gнтѕ ση ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є, тєℓℓιηg ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• тнαт Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±Ā¢Ā¢Ń”ĻŃ‚Ń”āˆ‚, ā„“Ī¹ŠŗŃ”āˆ‚ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±ĻĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚. Ń•Ļƒ, Š½Ń”ŃŃ”ā€™Ń• α вιg ѕмιℓє Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ… тєℓℓιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… тнαт ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±ĻĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚ → Ń‚Ń”Ī±ŃŃ• Ī±ŃŃ” Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń‚Š½Ę’Ļ…ā„“ тнαη ѕмιℓє вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη ѕмιℓє ιη Ę’ŃĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒĻƒĪ·Ń” вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… ωιℓℓ ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ ιη Ę’ŃĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ ιѕ ѕρє¢ιαℓ Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃƒĻƒĻ…. → ιт ιѕ α Ń•ā€Ī¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń”ā€ Š¼ā€Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ Ń‚ĻƒĻ…Ā¢Š½Ī¹Ī·gā€ Ī¹ā€Ī·Ń‚Ń”ŃĪ±Ā¢Ń‚Ī¹Ī½Ń”ā€ ā„“ā€ĻƒĪ·g ℓαѕтιηgā€ Ń”ā€Ę’Ę’Ń”Ā¢Ń‚ ωнι¢н ωιηѕ тнє Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚Ń•. уєѕ.. ιтѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ā€œŃ•Ļ‰Ń”Ń”Ń‚ Ń•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ Ń•Ļƒ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g! → ιƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃŃƒ Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ α Ń‚ŃĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń” ιт Š²Ń”Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• āˆ‚ĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń” вυт ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕмιℓє αт ιт, ιт āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ī±ĻĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ• ℓιкє α вυввℓє Ń•Ļƒ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕмιℓє αт ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ĻŃĻƒŠ²ā„“Ń”Š¼. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg → ѕмιℓιηg ιѕ Ī¹Ī·Ę’Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĻ…Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αт¢н ℓιкє тнє Ę’ā„“Ļ…. ωнєη Ń•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ αт Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, ι Ń•Ń‚Ī±ŃŃ‚Ń”āˆ‚ ѕмιℓιηg Ń‚ĻƒĻƒ. ι ραѕѕ ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ тнє Ā¢ĻƒŃĪ·Ń”Ń, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕαω му gŃĪ¹Ī·. ωнєη Ń•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ ι ŃŃ”Ī±ā„“Ī¹zє ι ĻĪ±Ń•Ń•Ń”āˆ‚ ιт ση Ń‚Ļƒ ιм! ι Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…gнт Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ тнαт ѕмιℓє, тнєη ι ŃŃ”Ī±ā„“Ī¹zŃ”āˆ‚ ιт’ѕ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃ‚Š½. α ѕιηgā„“Ń” ѕмιℓє ℓιкє мιηє Ā¢ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ Ń‚ŃĪ±Ī½Ń”ā„“ тнє Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚Š½ → ѕιмρℓє мυѕι¢ ¢αη мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕιηg, α ѕιмρℓє нυg ¢αη мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ƒєєℓ Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń, ѕιмρℓє тнιηgѕ ¢αη мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… нαρρу. Š½ĻƒĻŃ” му ѕιмρℓє нι ωιℓℓ мαкє ŃƒĻƒĻ… ѕмιℓє …gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g…. → Ń•Š½Ī±ŠŗŃ”Ń•ĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ” Ń•Ī±Ī¹āˆ‚ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃŃƒ! вє¢αυѕє ιƒ Ļ… я Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃĪ¹Ń”āˆ‚ Ļ… gєт α Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ī·Šŗā„“Ń”, Ń•Ļƒ Ļ‰Š½Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ Ļ… ѕмιℓє &αмρ; gєт α āˆ‚Ī¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń”. Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕмιℓє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ вє нαρρу → ℓєт α ѕмιℓє вє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ļ…Š¼Š²ŃŃ”ā„“ā„“Ī±, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€™ā„“ā„“ Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ υρ ωιтн α ƒα¢є Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ ŃĪ±Ī¹Ī· → α Ń•Ī±āˆ‚ gĪ¹Ńā„“ ωαѕ ѕιттιηg ωιтн Š½Ń”я Š²ĻƒŃƒĘ’ŃĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚. вσу: ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” тнє 2Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ вєαυтιƒυℓ gĪ¹Ńā„“, ι’νє Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ѕєєη gĪ¹Ńā„“: Ļ‰Š½Ļƒā€™Ń• тнє Ę’Ī¹ŃŃ•Ń‚? . . . вσу: ιт’ѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ωнєη Ļ… ѕмιℓє..! → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ń•ā€¦.ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. ι Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” му єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнιηк ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнє Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…gнт ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠ¼Ń• мє Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ιη ĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” Ī¹Š¼ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ī±Ī·Ń‚ тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ тнє Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ Ń•Ļƒ вє нαρρу Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń → α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ ŃŃ”āˆ‚ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 Ļ…Ń тєєтн, ριηк Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń ℓιρѕ, Ń•Ī¹ā„“Ī½Ń”Ń Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń єуєѕ, Ń•Ļƒ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; Ń”Ī·× ĻƒŃƒ тнє Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…ŃŃ• ĻƒĘ’ ℓιƒє → ѕмιℓє Ę’ĻƒŃ тнє ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• ŃƒĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє ĻƒĪ·Ń” нαρρу ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ¢αη Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ιη мαηу āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚ Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, ѕнαρєѕ Ī· ѕιzєѕ вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqĻ…Ń”Ń Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ → ŃĻƒŃ•Ń” ιѕ Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• Ę’ĻƒŃ gŃĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ Ī±āˆ‚Ī½ĻƒĀ¢Ī±Ń‚Ń” ιѕ Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• Ę’ĻƒŃ нιѕ ¢αѕє… Š½ĻƒŃŃ•Ń”Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• Ę’ĻƒŃ ŃĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ вυт ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ę’Ī±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• Ę’ĻƒŃ ѕмιℓє ση ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є…! нανє α ηι¢є āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ → α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ ŃŃ”āˆ‚ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 Ļ…Ń тєєтн, ριηк Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń ℓιρѕ, Ń•Ī¹ā„“Ī½Ń”Ń Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…Ń 2 Ļ…Ń єуєѕ, Ń•Ļƒ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; Ń”Ī·× ĻƒŃƒ тнє Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…ŃŃ• ĻƒĘ’ ℓιƒє → Ń‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ιѕ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ ℓινє α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ āˆ‚Ī¹Ń” α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ, вυт ιƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ¢αη’т Ę’Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє ¢αη ι вє тнє ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ę’ĻƒŃ α ωнιℓє → ѕмιℓє ιη єαѕє, ѕмιℓє ιη ραιη, ѕмιℓє ωнєη Ń‚ŃĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń”, ĻĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιкє ŃĪ±Ī¹Ī·, ѕмιℓє ωнєη Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚ Ļ…Ń ƒєℓℓιηgѕ, ѕмιℓєѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ… ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ нαιℓηg… → Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼Ń• ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє… Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ωнιℓє тнιηкιηg ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•Ī±ŃƒŃ• ℓιƒє ιѕ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃ‚Š½Ļ‰Š½Ī¹ā„“Ń”. Ń•Ļƒ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ…ā€™ŃŃ” ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”ā„“Ńƒā€¦ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń ιтѕ Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń”ā€¦. Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ń•ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” ιѕ тнιηкιηg ĻƒĘ’ ŃƒĻƒĻ… → Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń•Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ĻƒĘ’ ℓαηgυαgєѕ Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ тнιѕ Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ вυт ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ ¢αη вєαт тнєм αℓℓ. вє¢αυѕє ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ ιѕ тнє ℓαηgυαgє єνєη α вαву ¢αη ѕρєαк.. → Š½Ń”Ńƒ.. ℓιѕтєη .. Ń‚Ļ‰Ļƒ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Ļ‰Ń”ŃŃ” αѕкιηg мє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń āˆ‚Ń”Ń‚Ī±Ī¹ā„“Ń• Ń‚Ļƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. ι gανє тнєм ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ī±āˆ‚āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ń•Ń• Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī·Ļ…Š¼Š²Ń”Ń. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ ωιℓℓ вє νιѕιтιηg ŃƒĻƒĻ… Ń•ĻƒĻƒĪ·. Ń‚Š½Ń”Ī¹Ń ηαмєѕ Ī±ŃŃ” נσу &αмρ; нαρριηєѕѕ. → тнє Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ ιѕ, тнє Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ ωαѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тнє Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ ωιℓℓ вє Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ļ‰Š½Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ļƒ ,Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ… ℓινє Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ… gσ. Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ĻŃĻƒĻ…āˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ вє ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚Ī¹Ī±Ī·. נυѕт ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ιт! → Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• вє нαρρу, Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń α ѕмιℓє; Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ Ę’Ļ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ· Ę’ĻƒŃ мαηу ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє. . . → ѕмιℓє ιѕ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“Ń”Ń‚Ń” ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιρѕ, ŃŃ”Ę’ā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ń• ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń єуєѕ, &αмρ; Ń”Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ωιтн α gā„“ĻƒĻ‰ ση ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є.. ωιѕн ŃƒĻƒĻ… α ā„“ĻƒŃ‚ ĻƒĘ’ ѕмιℓιηg Š¼ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ń• ιη ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιƒє…:-) → ιη ĻƒĻ…Ń ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” Ī¹Š¼ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ī±Ī·Ń‚ тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ тнє Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ Ń•Ļƒ вє нαρρу Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń → ιη тнє Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє мє нαρρу Ā¢ĻƒĻƒā„“ Š²ŃŃ”Ń”zє нυgѕ мє Ń‚Ļƒ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє Š²Ī¹Ńāˆ‚Ń• ѕιηgѕ Ń‚Ļƒ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє вυт му āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, Ń‚Š½Ń”Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“Ń”Ń‚Ń” υηтιℓ ι ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”Ń ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є → α ѕмιℓє Ā¢ĻƒŃ•Ń‚Ń• ℓєѕѕ тнαη Ń”ā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚ŃĪ¹Ā¢Ī¹Ń‚Ńƒ, вυт gινєѕ Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” ℓιgнт Ń•Ļƒ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ĻŃĻƒĪ½Ń” тнαт Ļ… Ī±ŃŃ” тнє вєѕт вυℓв ιη ραкιѕтαη āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ gєт Ę’Ļ…Ń•Ń”āˆ‚! → кιℓℓ āˆ‚ ѕтяєѕѕ в4 ιт кιℓℓѕ Ļ… ŃŃ”Ī±Ā¢Š½ āˆ‚ gĻƒĪ±ā„“ в4 ιт кι¢кѕ Ļ… нєℓρ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ1 в4 ѕυм1 нєℓρѕ Ļ… ℓινє ℓιƒє в4 ℓιƒє ℓєανєѕ Ļ… кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg:-) → ωнєη ι ѕмѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…, ι ¢αη Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ѕєє ŃƒĻƒĻ…. вυт ι ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ ωнєη ŃƒĻƒĻ… ŃŃ”Ī±āˆ‚ му ѕмѕ. α ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ση ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ƒα¢є. тнєη ι ĻŃĪ±Ńƒ Ń‚Ļƒ gĻƒāˆ‚ Ń‚Ļƒ вℓєѕѕ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń ѕмιℓє Ę’ĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”Ń → ιη єα¢н ѕιηgā„“Ń” āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, ωє ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ℓαυgн Ń•Ļƒ мαηу тιмєѕ! ωє Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”Ń тнαηк gĻƒāˆ‚ Ī±Ę’Ń‚Ń”Ń Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ ѕмιℓє! вυт ωє āˆ‚Ļƒ вℓαмє нιм Ę’ĻƒŃ Ń”Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ Ń‚Ń”Ī±Ń ωє Ā¢ŃŃƒ!! Š½ĻƒĻ‰ Ń•Ń‚ŃĪ±Ī·gє вυт Ń‚ŃĻ…Ń”!! → ℓινє ωιтн ησ єχ¢υѕєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ωιтн ησ яєgяєтѕ. ωнєη ℓιƒє gινє ŃƒĻƒĻ… 100 ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ. Ń•Š½ĻƒĻ‰ ℓιƒє тнαт ŃƒĻƒĻ… нανє 1000 ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• Ń‚Ļƒ ѕмιℓє. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg. → Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ℓιƒє ωαѕтє, Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ń•Ń‚ĻƒŃŃƒ Š¼ĻƒĪ½Ī¹Ń” ωαѕтє, Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ му ѕмѕ Ļ…Ń ¢єℓℓ ωαѕтє &αмρ; Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ļ…Ń ѕмιℓє му ѕмѕ ωαѕтє!! → gєт υρ Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń•ĻƒĘ’Ń‚ Ń•ĻƒĘ’Ń‚ Š²Ń”āˆ‚. ĻƒĻŃ”Ī· ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń Ń‚Ń”Ń”Ī·Ńƒ Ń”Ń”Ī·Ńƒ єуєѕ. Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń тнαт × Ļƒā„“ā„“Ńƒ Ļ‰Ļƒā„“ā„“Ńƒ ѕмιℓє. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ń•Ī±Ńƒ Ń‚Ļƒ ŃƒĻƒĻ…ŃŃ•Ń”ā„“Ę’ gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g Ę’ŃĻƒŠ¼ мє, нανє α ηι¢є āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. Posted by Kiran Bele at 04:34
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ā€˜First Wordsā€˜ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ā€˜MamÔ’ or ā€˜Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ā€˜Mama’s little girl! MamĆ” loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ā€˜Say ā€˜MamĆ”!’ Come on! ā€˜MamĆ”!ā€ I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ā€˜MamĆ”!’ ā€˜Daddy!’ ā€˜Say MamĆ”!’ ā€˜Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. ā€œP-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me goā€¦ā€ My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. ā€œIt’s ok, honey,ā€ I tell her; ā€œthe next one will be better, I promise.ā€
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Mary’s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Mary’s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they can’t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah
Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was lĆ„yÄ«ng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. ā€œHoney? Was that you?ā€ He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife lĆ„yÄ«ng there. ā€œHoney? Were you laughing?ā€ Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. ā€œOh, it WAS you!ā€ he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the Ģ› bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into Ģ› bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. ā€œFor a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.ā€
r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜pingĢØ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .
It was my fault By Reddit user three_in_the_morning ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā†“Ė¢į¶œŹ³įµ’Ė”Ė” ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ Josh and I were seniors in high school, who wanted to become math majors. He was more into solving difficult puzzles, I was more into making the solutions more faster and clean. Nonetheless, we were both teenage boys who enjoyed messing around with one another On his birthday his sister gave him a 10 x 10 x 10 Rubik's cube. His parents gave him a car: an old mustang his father had just finished tuning up the week prior. I gave him a book about the history of math. Throughout the next couple of weeks I noticed him changing. He started to talk less and less. He started to grow more thin and more tired.At lunch, his hands would just fidget under the lunch table. He spent most of his days either at home or at the library. After a three month absence from school, it was announced that he had an eating disorder and starved himself to death. we had an assembly for him in the gym. When it was his sister's turn to speak she started off by saying nice things about him before breaking down and blubbering about how it was her fault he was dead. He never had an eating disorder. He spent all his time on trying to solve the Rubik's cube she gave him for his birthday. That is when I remembered. This one time, he had went to the washroom and left the Rubik's cube on his desk. I thought it would be funny if I rearranged the stickers on it.
The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.
Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.
WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.
A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.
Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
"Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, "On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."
Smileys & Emotion Face Smiling šŸ˜€ Grinning Face 😃 Grinning Face With Big Eyes šŸ˜„ Grinning Face With Smiling Eyes 😁 Beaming Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ˜† Grinning Squinting Face šŸ˜… Grinning Face With Sweat 🤣 Rolling on the Floor Laughing šŸ˜‚ Face With Tears of Joy šŸ™‚ Slightly Smiling Face šŸ™ƒ Upside-Down Face 🫠 Melting Face šŸ˜‰ Winking Face 😊 Smiling Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ˜‡ Smiling Face With Halo 😘 Face Affection 🄰 Smiling Face With Hearts šŸ˜ Smiling Face With Heart-Eyes 🤩 Star-Struck 😘 Face Blowing a Kiss šŸ˜— Kissing Face ā˜ŗļø Smiling Face 😚 Kissing Face With Closed Eyes šŸ˜™ Kissing Face With Smiling Eyes 🄲 Smiling Face With Tear šŸ˜› Face Tongue šŸ˜‹ Face Savoring Food šŸ˜› Face With Tongue 😜 Winking Face With Tongue 🤪 Zany Face šŸ˜ Squinting Face With Tongue šŸ¤‘ Money-Mouth Face 🤭 Face Hand šŸ¤— Hugging Face 🤭 Face With Hand Over Mouth 🫢 Face With Open Eyes And Hand Over Mouth 🫣 Face With Peeking Eye 🤫 Shushing Face šŸ¤” Thinking Face 🫔 Saluting Face Ezoic šŸ˜‘ Face Neutral Skeptical 🤐 Zipper-Mouth Face 🤨 Face With Raised Eyebrow 😐 Neutral Face šŸ˜‘ Expressionless Face 😶 Face Without Mouth 🫄 Dotted Line Face šŸ˜¶ā€šŸŒ«ļø Face in clouds šŸ˜ Smirking Face šŸ˜’ Unamused Face šŸ™„ Face With Rolling Eyes 😬 Grimacing Face šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø Face exhaling 🤄 Lying Face 🫨 Shaking Face šŸ™‚ā€ā†”ļø Head Shaking Horizontally šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø Head Shaking Vertically
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Weekly Affirmations ā™” I’m confident that there is a bright future ahead of me. ā™” I have everything I need to succeed. ā™” I am capable of reaching my goals. ā™” I will let go of the things that are not serving me. ā™” I am deserving of happiness. ā™” I attract success and prosperity with all my ideas. ā™” Wealth is pouring into my life. ā™” my possibilities are endless. ā™” My future ahead is bright and I am ready to grow.
ā—Œ 🌟 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ New week — start fresh ā—Œ šŸ’­ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ New mindset — think positively ā—Œ 🌸 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ New opportunities — be grateful ā—Œ 🫧 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ New possibilities — be optimistic ā—Œ 🩰 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ New attitude — be kind, be loving
š‘€š‘œš‘›š‘‘š‘Žš‘¦ š½š‘œš‘¢š‘Ÿš‘›š‘Žš‘™ š‘ƒš‘Ÿš‘œš‘šš‘š‘”š‘  what are 3 things i want to accomplish this week? what are 3 ways i can improve from last week? what can i let go of this week? what drained my energy last week? how can i prevent that from happening this week? list 3 things i’m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?
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į“¬įµ›įµƒ ᶠᵉᵛᵉʳ ā½įµ‡ā±įµ ˢʰᵒᵗ⁾ įµ‡įµ˜įµ— ᶠʳᵒᵐ į“¬įµ›įµƒ įµ–įµ’įµ› ⁱⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁽ᓬ˔ˢᵒ įµā±įµ›ā±āæįµ ˢᵒᵐᵉ įµ˜āæāæįµƒįµįµ‰įµˆ įµ›įµ’Ė”Ė”įµ‰Źøįµ‡įµƒĖ”Ė” įµ–Ė”įµƒŹøįµ‰Ź³Ė¢ ˢᵒᵐᵉ āæįµƒįµįµ‰Ė¢ įµ‡įµ‰į¶œįµƒįµ˜Ė¢įµ‰ ᓵ įµˆįµ’āæ'įµ— įµāæįµ’Ź·; ᓵ'ᵐ āæįµƒįµā±āæįµ ᵗʰᵉ įµ‡Ė”įµ’āæįµˆā±įµ‰ įµā±Ź³Ė” ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ įµ‡Ź³įµƒā±įµˆ ᓱᵛⁱᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ į“¬įµ›įµƒ įµįµƒįµ›įµ‰ ᵃ įµ‡Ė”įµ’įµ’įµˆŹø ⁿᵒˢᵉ įµ—įµ’āø“ ᵃⁿᵈ ᓵ'˔˔ ᶜᵃ˔˔ į“¬įµ›įµƒ'Ė¢ įµ—įµ‰įµƒįµįµįµƒįµ—įµ‰ į“ŗįµƒįµ—įµƒĖ”ā±įµ‰ā¾ ᓵ Ė”ā±įµįµ‰ ˢᵖᵒʳᵗˢ⸓ ᵃⁿᵈ ᓵ'ᵐ ᵐᵒˢᵗ˔ʸ ā±āæįµ›įµ’Ė”įµ›įµ‰įµˆ ⁱⁿ įµ›įµ’Ė”Ė”įµ‰Źøįµ‡įµƒĖ”Ė”ā€§ ᓹʸ āæįµƒįµįµ‰ ⁱˢ į“¬įµ›įµƒ į“ŗįµƒįµ›įµƒŹ³Ź³įµ’ ᵃⁿᵈ ᓵ'ᵐ įµ–Ė”įµƒŹøā±āæįµ ʷⁱᵗʰ į“ŗįµƒįµ—įµƒĖ”ā±įµ‰ įµƒįµįµƒā±āæĖ¢įµ— ᓱᵛⁱᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ įµįµ˜Źø ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ Ė¢įµ—įµƒāæįµˆĖ¢ į¶œįµƒĖ”Ė”įµ‰įµˆ ˢᵒᵐᵉ įµā±Ź³Ė”Ė¢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ⸓ įµ‡įµ˜įµ— ᓵ į¶ įµ’į¶œįµ˜Ė¢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ įµįµƒįµįµ‰ā€§ ᓵ ʳᵘⁿ įµ˜įµ– įµ—įµ’ ᵗʰᵉ įµ‡įµƒĖ”Ė” įµ—įµ’ ʰⁱᵗ ⁱᵗ įµˆįµ’Ź·āæ ᵒⁿ ᓱᵛⁱᵉ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ'Ė¢ ᵃⁿ įµƒįµ˜įµˆā±įµ‡Ė”įµ‰ įµįµƒĖ¢įµ–āø“ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ įµā±Ź³Ė” ˢᵃⁱᵈ 'ʰᵉʳ į¶ įµƒį¶œįµ‰ ⁱˢ įµįµ’āæāæįµƒ ᵇᵉ įµ‡įµ˜Ė¢įµ—įµ‰įµˆ' ᵃˢ ᓵ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵉ įµ‡Ė”įµ‰įµ‰įµˆā€§ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ įµ‰āæįµˆįµ‰įµˆ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠ ᵇ˔ᵉʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰⁱˢᵗ˔ᵉ‧ 'įµ‚Ź°įµƒįµ—? ᓬʳᵉ Źøįµ’įµ˜ įµā±įµˆįµˆā±āæįµ? ᓵᵗ ʷᵃˢ į¶œĖ”įµ‰įµƒāæ!' ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠ įµ—įµ˜Ź³āæįµ‰įµˆ įµ‡įµ˜įµ— ᓵ ʷᵃˢⁿ'įµ— įµˆįµ’āæįµ‰ ʸᵉᵗ‧ 'ᓓᵉʸ; ᓵ'ᵐ įµ—įµƒĖ”įµā±āæįµ įµ—įµ’ Źøįµ’įµ˜!' 'Źøįµ’įµ˜ įµ—įµ’įµ˜į¶œŹ° ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ įµƒįµįµƒā±āæ į“ŗįµƒįµ›įµƒŹ³Ź³įµ’ ᵃⁿᵈ Źøįµ’įµ˜ įµƒŹ³įµ‰ įµįµ’āæįµ‰!' ᔆᵒ ᓵ įµŹ³įµƒįµ‡įµ‡įµ‰įµˆ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ ⁱᵗ įµƒįµ— ʰⁱᵐ⸓ įµ’āæį¶œįµ‰ įµƒįµįµƒā±āæ įµįµƒįµā±āæįµ ᵗʰᵉ Ė¢įµ–įµ‰į¶œįµ—įµƒįµ—įµ’Ź³Ė¢ įµįµƒĖ¢įµ–ā€§ 'ᓵ ᵃᵐ įµˆįµ’āæįµ‰!' ᓵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸓ Ź·įµƒĖ”įµā±āæįµ įµƒŹ·įµƒŹøā€§ į“ŗįµƒįµ—įµƒĖ”ā±įµ‰'Ė¢ įµā±įµ›ā±āæįµ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ į¶œįµ’Ė”įµˆ Ė¢Ź°įµ’įµ˜Ė”įµˆįµ‰Ź³ā€§ ᵀʰᵉ įµ›įµ’Ė”Ė”įµ‰Źøįµ‡įµƒĖ”Ė” įµ–Ė”įµƒŹøįµ‰Ź³Ė¢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ įµ—įµ’ į¶ įµ’Ź³įµįµ‰įµ— ᵐʸ įµ‰Ė£ā±Ė¢įµ—įµ‰āæį¶œįµ‰āø“ įµ‡įµ˜įµ— ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵐ Ė¢įµ–įµ’įµįµ‰ įµ—įµ’ ᵃ į¶œįµ’įµƒį¶œŹ° įµƒįµ— ᵃⁿ ᵃ˔˔ įµā±Ź³Ė”Ė¢ Ė¢į¶œŹ°įµ’įµ’Ė”ā€§ ᓓᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ įµįµ˜Źø ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ Ė¢įµ—įµƒāæįµˆĖ¢ Ź·įµƒįµ—į¶œŹ°ā±āæįµ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ įµįµ˜Ė¢įµ—'ᵛᵉ įµ—Ź°įµ’įµ˜įµŹ°įµ— ᓵ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃ įµįµ’įµ’įµˆ ᶠⁱᵗ‧ ᓺᵒʷ ᓵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ Ź³įµ‰į¶œŹ³įµ˜ā±įµ—įµ‰įµˆ įµ—įµ’ įµ‚įµ‰Ė¢įµ—įµ‡Ź³įµ’įµ’įµ įµ–Ė”įµƒŹøā±āæįµ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ įµ‡įµƒĖ¢įµįµ‰įµ—įµ‡įµƒĖ”Ė” įµ—įµ‰įµƒįµā€§
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