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Copy & Paste Darkwebcore Emojis & Symbols 1 day agou/Sticky_CheetosHe handed me a box and sa

1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, ā€œIf you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lÄÆfe.ā€ I pressed it once, and everything went darkĢµ.
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I miss my papa āœØ 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 parentā€™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. ā€”Human_Gravy
can ppl stop asking 'where is the beef' because it takes up space on here use a different platform if you want to comment on others Even though most NSFW content is blocked, please limit it before bots and or moderators restrict and/or take down the submissions site please thx bye
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Like this is you have a bf/gf/crush <3 February 12th, 2014, 2:44 AM
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r/TwoSentenceHorror Deiun ...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop which is just the thing, because that's what...
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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 ā€” < 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.
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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. Iā€™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.
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
Tumblr | 10/6/2014 | 7:44pm | DO YOU? meeplol: Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of torturĶ˜e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident. Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?
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"I wanted to scream, but I have no mouth."
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Sometimes I feel like I have my life together and then I'm like WOW that was a really nice 45 seconds November 14th, 2015, 11:51 AM
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Thank You You know, Iā€™ve really grown attached to you. All this time Iā€™ve spent with you has really made me feel a special connection to you. I mean, that doesnā€™t surprise you now, does it? You gave me shelter, fed me, and youā€™ve always been there for me. I honestly do not know how I could ever truly express my gratitude towards you. Youā€™ve been so good to me, and I hope you know that I could not be any more grateful. I just wanted you to know that tonight, Iā€™ll be bearing my - no, our - children, all 15,000 of them. Theyā€™ll be a reminder of the special connection weā€™ve shared these past few weeks; I just hope that you, or maybe your friends or family, will share the same connection with our children. From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for being such a good host.
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.
ā€˜Crying isnā€™t going to helpā€™ 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.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "StĆ£bbing." Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went. The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered. Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops. My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying. One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?" I did. Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school. The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water. Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me: "He wasā€¦my partnerā€¦my soulmate." While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room. "Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?" She hesitated. "Honey, you know you can talk to me." She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy." My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant. Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said. My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cĆ»rsĆŖd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvıl childā€” I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lÄÆfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter. My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked. He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her houseā€¦her house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape." That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?" The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speakā€”no, to screamā€”but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."
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I hate when websites ask "are you human?" ... no, I'm a vacuum. August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM
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January 15th, 2013, 1:58 PM I have a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate moments.
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 wifeā€™s cold cheek before turning out the light. ā€œFor a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.ā€
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. ā€¢ 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.
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.
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 nĶŸasty 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 jumĶœpingĢØ 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 didnā€™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 .
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.
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 spasmā€™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 sideā€¦ I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
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.
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.
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 hadnļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t 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..
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stop trying so hard for people who don't care Feb 18th, 2018
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To who ever is reading this; youā€™re lovely. Absolutely lovely. A perfect creation. You have so much potential and can achieve so much. Really, you are. So live your life the way it feel right, dream big dreams, and live passionately. Aug 19th, 2019
Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015
š‘”š‘–š‘ šŸŽ€ ą·† self love is respecting yourself ą·† self love is setting boundaries ą·† self love is not skipping meals ą·† self love is standing firm on your beliefs ą·† self love is being kind to yourself ą·† self love is listening to what your body needs ą·† self love is prioritizing your mental health ą·† self love is embracing your physical ā€œflawsā€ because itā€™s a part of you and makes you who you are ą·† self love is leaving people and situations that drain you ą·† self love is saying ā€œnoā€ to situations youā€™re not comfortable with even if it hurts someone elseā€™s feelings
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 iā€™m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?
Losing Carrie Carrieā€™s parents were deep in mourning They had lost their daughter, without warning Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow Her mom looked down and in her head She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts Tell them how they would cope, where could they start? Her father looked down also and in his head His mind was racing with a sense of dread See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said Is, ā€˜Mom, please help me, he knows Iā€™m not dead.ā€™
Skin Deep On Monday she looked beautiful, her skin silky smooth and sleek. Then on Tuesday she was saddened by the pimple on her cheek. Wednesday was a nightmare, the awful blemish grew and grew. On Thursday people stopped and stared; it seemed like everybody knew. Friday left her scrambling, finding cover-up that matched. And early Saturday morningā€¦..it hatched.
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 girlā€¦ In there. Couldnā€™t she breathe? Why didnā€™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€œShhā€¦ Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!ā€ But she wouldnā€™t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldnā€™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 wasnā€™t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. Iā€™ll save one for real next time, I swear.
The End ā€œThe End is nighā€ ā€œAgency Officials: Spend this time with your loved onesā€ ā€œCitizens prepare for the Inevitableā€ The newspapers were all the same. His mother whisked him away from the news stand and into her arms, but not before he read the last headline. ā€œThe Invasion: What could We have done?ā€ ā€œMommy, whatā€™s happening?ā€ he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. ā€œThe humans. They found us.ā€
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Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as youā€™re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You donā€™t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through ā€œIts merely the rustling of the leaves,ā€ But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 hr. ago jesth857 I Watched As My Son Slowly Turned Blue After Tasting My Food From DoorDash Will they ever stop trying to poison me?
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 days ago Old_Lady_In_Titanic Everyone else was distracted by the huge iceberg that glided within inches of the ship. Only I saw the giant metallic sea-bear gash a hole in the hull beneath the waterline with it's razor sharp knife-like claws.
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TŹ€į“œÉ“į“‹-į“Ź€-TŹ€į“‡į“€į“› /sŹœį“Ź€į“›sį“„į“€Ź€Źsį“›į“Ź€ÉŖį“‡s Gį“œŹAį“”į“‹s TŹ€į“œÉ“į“‹-į“Ź€-TŹ€į“‡į“€į“› ā€œIs į“›ŹœÉŖs Źį“į“œŹ€ Ņ“ÉŖŹ€sį“› į“›ÉŖį“į“‡ į“›Ź€į“œÉ“į“‹-į“Ź€-į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢, Jį“€É“į“‡į“›? Yį“į“œ į“€É“į“… Źį“į“œŹ€ sį“É“ Eį“…į“…Ź į“€Ź€į“‡ É¢į“É“É“į“€ ŹŸį“į“ į“‡ ÉŖį“›!ā€ MŹ É“į“‡ÉŖÉ¢ŹœŹ™į“į“œŹ€ Yį“ į“‡į“›į“›į“‡ Ź™į“‡į“€į“s į“”ŹœÉŖŹŸį“‡ į“€į“…į“…ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›Źœį“‡ Ņ“ÉŖÉ“ÉŖsŹœÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›į“į“œį“„Źœį“‡s į“›į“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“„į“Ź™į“”į“‡Ź™s ÉŖÉ“ Źœį“‡Ź€ į“ÉŖÉ“ÉŖį“ į“€É“ā€™s į“…ÉŖsį“˜ŹŸį“€Ź. AŹŸŹŸ į“€Ź€į“į“œÉ“į“… į“›Źœį“‡ į“˜į“€Ź€į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ ŹŸį“į“› ÉŖs į“€ sį“‡į“€ į“Ņ“ sÉŖį“ÉŖŹŸį“€Ź€ Hį“€ŹŸŹŸį“į“”į“‡į“‡É“ į“…į“‡į“„į“Ź€ ÉŖÉ“ į“„į“€Ź€ Ź™į“į“į“›s, į“‡į“€į“„Źœ į“€s į“…į“‡į“›į“€ÉŖŹŸį“‡į“… į“€s Źœį“‡Ź€s. ā€œYį“‡sā€ I į“€É“sį“”į“‡Ź€, į“€į“…į“Šį“œsį“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›Źœį“‡ É¢Źœį“sį“› į“…ÉŖsį“˜ŹŸį“€Ź ÉŖÉ“ į“Ź į“į“”É“ į“„į“€Ź€ į“›Ź€į“œÉ“į“‹. ā€œMŹ Ņ“į“€į“ÉŖŹŸŹ į“Šį“œsį“› į“į“į“ į“‡į“… Źœį“‡Ź€į“‡ Ņ“Ź€į“į“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“„ÉŖį“›Ź.ā€ ā€œOŹœ ÉŖį“›ā€™s sį“ į“į“œį“„Źœ į“į“Ź€į“‡ į“„į“É“į“ į“‡É“ÉŖį“‡É“į“› į“›Źœį“€É“ į“›Ź€ÉŖį“„į“‹-į“Ź€-į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢. IÉ“sį“›į“‡į“€į“… į“Ņ“ į“›į“€į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ Źį“į“œŹ€ į“‹ÉŖį“…s į“…į“į“Ź€-į“›į“-į“…į“į“Ź€ į“„į“ŹŸŹŸį“‡į“„į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“„į“€É“į“…Ź, Źœį“‡Ź€į“‡ į“”į“‡ į“Šį“œsį“› į“˜į“€Ź€į“‹ į“į“œŹ€ į“„į“€Ź€s ÉŖÉ“ į“€ ŹŸį“į“„į“€ŹŸ į“„Źœį“œŹ€į“„Źœ į“˜į“€Ź€į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ ŹŸį“į“› į“€É“į“… į“„į“ŹŸŹŸį“‡į“„į“› į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›s Ņ“Ź€į“į“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“į“˜į“‡É“ į“›Ź€į“œÉ“į“‹s. LÉŖŅ“į“‡ā€™s į“€ŹŸŹŸ į“€Ź™į“į“œį“› į“€į“…į“€į“˜į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢.ā€ Eį“…į“…Ź Ź™į“Ź™s ÉŖÉ“ į“‡xį“„ÉŖį“›į“‡į“į“‡É“į“› ÉŖÉ“ ŹœÉŖs į“į“É“sį“›į“‡Ź€ į“„į“sį“›į“œį“į“‡. Eį“€É¢į“‡Ź€, Źœį“‡ sį“‡į“›s į“Ņ“Ņ“ Ź€į“œÉ“É“ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›į“į“”į“€Ź€į“…s į“›Źœį“‡ sį“˜į“į“į“‹ÉŖŹŸŹ į“…į“‡į“„į“Ź€į“€į“›į“‡į“… į“ÉŖÉ“ÉŖį“ į“€É“s į“€É“į“… į“‹ÉŖį“…s ŹŸÉŖÉ“ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“œį“˜ Ņ“į“Ź€ į“„į“€É“į“…Ź. ā€œTŹœÉŖs į“…į“į“‡s sį“‡į“‡į“ Ņ“į“œÉ“ Ņ“į“Ź€ į“›Źœį“‡ į“‹ÉŖį“…s, Yį“ į“‡į“›į“›į“‡ā€ I į“›į“‡ŹŸŹŸ į“Ź É“į“‡ÉŖÉ¢ŹœŹ™į“į“œŹ€ į“”ŹœÉŖŹŸsį“› sŹœį“‡ į“˜į“€ssį“‡s į“į“œį“› į“„Źœį“į“„į“ŹŸį“€į“›į“‡s. ā€œBį“œį“› Źœį“į“” sį“€Ņ“į“‡ ÉŖs į“›ŹœÉŖs? WÉŖį“›Źœ į“€ŹŸŹŸ į“›Źœį“‡sį“‡ sį“›Ź€į“€É“É¢į“‡Ź€sā€™ į“„į“€Ź€sā€¦ā€ ā€œHį“É“į“‡Ź, į“›Ź€į“œÉ“į“‹-į“Ź€-į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ ÉŖs į“į“œį“„Źœ sį“€Ņ“į“‡Ź€ į“›Źœį“€É“ į“›Ź€ÉŖį“„į“‹-į“Ź€- į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢!ā€ sŹœį“‡ Ź€į“‡į“€ssį“œŹ€į“‡s į“į“‡. Sį“œį“…į“…į“‡É“ŹŸŹ, I Źœį“‡į“€Ź€ į“›Źœį“‡ sį“į“œÉ“į“… į“Ņ“ į“€ į“„į“€Ź€ Ź™į“į“į“› sŹŸį“€į“į“ÉŖÉ“É¢ sŹœį“œį“› į“€É“į“… į“€É“ į“‡É“É¢ÉŖÉ“į“‡ Ź€į“į“€Ź€ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›į“ ŹŸÉŖŅ“į“‡. TŹœį“‡ Ź™ŹŸį“€į“„į“‹ SUV į“€į“› į“›Źœį“‡ į“‡É“į“… į“Ņ“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“˜į“€Ź€į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ ŹŸį“į“› ÉŖį“į“į“‡į“…ÉŖį“€į“›į“‡ŹŸŹ Ź™į“‡É¢ÉŖÉ“s Ź€į“€į“„ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“į“œį“› į“Ņ“ į“›Źœį“‡ Ź™į“€Ź. Eį“…į“…Ź ÉŖs É“į“į“”Źœį“‡Ź€į“‡ į“›į“ Ź™į“‡ sį“‡į“‡É“. ā€œHį“‡Ź!ā€ I sį“„Ź€į“‡į“€į“. Eį“ į“‡Ź€Źį“É“į“‡ sį“˜ÉŖÉ“s ÉŖÉ“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“…ÉŖŹ€į“‡į“„į“›ÉŖį“É“ Iā€™į“ į“˜į“ÉŖÉ“į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ ÉŖÉ“ į“›į“ sį“‡į“‡ į“›Źœį“‡ SUV į“”ÉŖį“›Źœ į“›ÉŖÉ“į“›į“‡į“… į“”ÉŖÉ“į“…į“į“”s į“‡Ź€Ź€į“€į“›ÉŖį“„į“€ŹŸŹŸŹ į“˜į“œŹŸŹŸÉŖÉ“É¢ į“į“œį“›. WÉŖį“›Źœ į“€ sį“„Ź€į“‡į“‡į“„Źœ ÉŖį“› É¢į“į“‡s į“›į“‡į“€Ź€ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“˜į“€sį“› į“œs. Aį“› į“É“į“„į“‡, į“€ŹŸŹŸ į“›Źœį“‡ į“›Ź€į“œÉ“į“‹-į“Ź€-į“›Ź€į“‡į“€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“˜į“€Ź€į“‡É“į“›s Ź™į“‡É¢ÉŖÉ“ sŹœį“į“œį“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“€É“į“… É¢ÉŖį“ ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“„Źœį“€sį“‡ į“›į“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“Źsį“›į“‡Ź€ÉŖį“į“œs į“ į“€É“ į“€s ÉŖį“› Ņ“ŹŸį“‡į“‡s, į“€ŹŸŹŸ į“”ŹœÉŖŹŸsį“› Ņ“Ź€į“€É“į“›ÉŖį“„į“€ŹŸŹŸŹ į“„Źœį“‡į“„į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“›Źœį“€į“› į“›Źœį“‡ÉŖŹ€ į“„ŹœÉŖŹŸį“…Ź€į“‡É“ į“€Ź€į“‡ sį“€Ņ“į“‡. ā€œIs į“€É“Źį“É“į“‡ į“ÉŖssÉŖÉ“É¢?!ā€ Aį“ÉŖį“…sį“› į“€ŹŸŹŸ į“›Źœį“‡ į“˜į“€É“ÉŖį“„į“‹ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“„Źœį“€į“s, I É“į“į“›ÉŖį“„į“‡ Eį“…į“…Ź Ź€į“œÉ“É“ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“œį“˜ į“›į“ į“į“‡. I Ź€į“‡į“€į“„Źœ į“…į“į“”É“ ÉŖÉ“ Ź€į“‡ŹŸÉŖį“‡Ņ“ į“€É“į“… É¢ÉŖį“ į“‡ ŹœÉŖį“ į“€ Ź™ÉŖÉ¢ Źœį“œÉ¢. ā€œAŹŸŹŸ į“…į“É“į“‡ā€”É“į“ į“É“į“‡ É“į“į“›ÉŖį“„į“‡į“… į“€ į“›ŹœÉŖÉ“É¢ā€ Źœį“‡ į“”ŹœÉŖsį“˜į“‡Ź€s į“›į“ į“į“‡ Ņ“ÉŖį“‡É“į“…ÉŖsŹœŹŸŹ. I sį“ÉŖŹŸį“‡ į“€ Ņ“ÉŖį“‡É“į“…ÉŖsŹœ sį“ÉŖŹŸį“‡ Ź™į“€į“„į“‹. TŹœį“€į“› į“…į“‡į“˜į“€Ź€į“›ÉŖÉ“É¢ į“ į“€É“, į“…Ź€ÉŖį“ į“‡É“ Ź™Ź į“Ź Źœį“œsŹ™į“€É“į“…, į“”į“€s į“›Źœį“‡ į“˜į“‡Ź€Ņ“į“‡į“„į“› į“…ÉŖsį“›Ź€į“€į“„į“›ÉŖį“É“. Iį“› ŹŸį“‡Ņ“į“› į“Ź sį“É“ į“Šį“œsį“› į“‡É“į“į“œÉ¢Źœ į“›ÉŖį“į“‡ į“›į“ į“„Ź€į“€į“”ŹŸ į“œÉ“į“…į“‡Ź€ į“‡į“€į“„Źœ į“Ņ“ į“›Źœį“‡ į“„į“€Ź€s į“˜į“€Ź€į“‹į“‡į“… ÉŖÉ“ į“›Źœį“‡ ŹŸį“į“› į“€É“į“… į“„į“œį“› į“›Źœį“‡ÉŖŹ€ Ź™Ź€į“€į“‹į“‡ ŹŸÉŖÉ“į“‡s. Tį“É“ÉŖÉ¢Źœį“›, į“”Źœį“‡É“ į“‡į“€į“„Źœ į“Ņ“ į“›Źœį“‡sį“‡ Źœį“‡ŹŸį“˜ŹŸį“‡ss Ņ“į“€į“ÉŖŹŸÉŖį“‡s į“…Ź€ÉŖį“ į“‡ Źœį“į“į“‡ į“›Źœį“‡Źā€™ŹŸŹŸ Ņ“ÉŖÉ“į“… į“›Źœį“‡į“sį“‡ŹŸį“ į“‡s sį“į“€sŹœÉŖÉ“É¢ ÉŖÉ“į“›į“ į“›Ź€į“‡į“‡s ÉŖÉ“sį“›į“‡į“€į“… į“Ņ“ į“…ÉŖɢɢÉŖÉ“É¢ ÉŖÉ“į“›į“ sį“”į“‡į“‡į“›s.
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compassionatereminders "But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing Feb 17th, 2024
My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasnā€™t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I donā€™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. Iā€™m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, Iā€™m the opposite.. ā†“Keep reading ā†“ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I donā€™t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wiŅ‰fĆ© was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lÄÆfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. Iā€™m the opposite. You see, I donā€™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 wiŅ‰fĆ© 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 wasnā€™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 didnā€™t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they werenā€™t alone in the house. It didnā€™t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And Iā€™d never been malevolent, so they werenā€™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 likeā€¦ A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Loriā€™s ex. Heā€™s obsessive. Heā€™s angry. Heā€™s going to hurĶ˜t 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 theyā€™re not gonna join me yet.
nondivisable some of yall need to understand that "my bĆødy, my chĆøice" also applies to: addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting phys dısabled people who deny medical treatment neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality dısorder) trans people who want or don't want to medically transition and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase
chthonic-pain if you work at an inaccessible venue and a dısabled person calls up to ask if there is wheelchair access, you are doing them a favour and being a good ally by saying the truth and warning that person about inaccessibility. if you want to help dısabled people, you need to make an effort not to put obstacles in our way, and that means informing us of access issues so that we can plan around them and avoid getting stuck or hurtĢø. if you lie about or try to minimise access issues, you are instead putting us in danger. we will learn about the inaccessibility one way or another: either by you telling us, or by going there and finding out for ourselves when we hit a roadblock. don't let it be the second one.. Mar 28th, 2024
bebsi-cola disabled people deserve more than the bare minimum to live tbh and i don't mean in the "oh we have extra costs that makes being disabled more expensive" - which is true but i'm counting those in the budget to live. disabled people also deserve enough money to buy treats, nice clothes, fund their hobbies, take a trip away and so on. being disabled shouldn't force you into a life of frugality and poverty Mar 7th, 2024
Accessibility should not be an afterthought Feb 21st, 2024 silversarcasm Your daily reminder that inaccessibility isnā€™t just a little bothį„±r to dısabled people but is part of a violent ableist culture that bars dısabled people from many parts of life and treats them as unimportant and unneeded
disabilityreminders Youā€™re allowed to use accommodations even if you could technically get by without them. Use the accommodations if you can. You donā€™t need to be at the highest level of suffering to be valid in using them. If they improve your quality of life or paın level or anything at all like that, then theyā€™re worth using and you deserve to use them. Jan 18th, 2024
r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they werenā€™t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

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