Silent Whispers Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Silent Whispers Emojis & Symbols 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎Today.You smiled at m

𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎 Today. You smiled at me. Your voice rang through the phone, sentimental dreams shared. A crusader against my nightmares. I watched you blow out your birthday candles, silent whispers of divine wishes floating out with the call. Your wish was to no longer exist, amongst the cries of the sky. So, you held in your final goodbyes, keeping those words withheld, as the hit of grim made your world go dim. Today, We buried you.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.
“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.
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
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.
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.
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..
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 deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe 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 lífe. 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.
‘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.
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. “Shh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!” 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.
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 wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. 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 wi҉fé 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.
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 låyīng 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. “Honey? Was that you?” 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 låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” 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. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”
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 jum͜ping̨ 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 .
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.
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 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.
| © Generally Gothic 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. – John Keats, 1820
girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following ~♥~ уσυ нανє тσ тαкє тнє gσσ∂ ωιтн тнє вα∂, ѕмιℓє ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂, ℓσνє ωнαт уσυ gσт αη∂ яємємвєя ωнαт уσυ нα∂. αℓωαуѕ ƒσяgινє вυт ηєνєя ƒσяgєт, ℓєαяη ƒяσм уσυя мιѕтαкєѕ вυт ηєνєя яєgяєт, ρєσρℓє ¢нαηgє, тнιηgѕ gσ ωяσηg, ѕσ נυѕт яємємвєя тнαт ℓιƒє gσєѕ ση...~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαηт тσ вє яємємвєяє∂ αѕ тнє σηє ωнσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓєѕ єνєη ωнєη нєя нєαят ιѕ вяσкєη, αη∂ тнє σηє ωнσ ωσυℓ∂ αℓωαуѕ вяιgнтєη υρ уσυя ∂αу, єνєη ωнєη ѕнє ¢συℓ∂η’т вяιgнтєη υρ нєя σωη ~♥~ ~♥~ ωє єηנσу ωαямтн вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ¢σℓ∂. ωє αρρяє¢ιαтє ℓιgнт вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ιη ∂αякηєѕѕ. ву тнє ѕαмє тαкєη, ωє ¢αη єχρєяιєη¢є נσу...вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє кησωη ѕα∂ηєѕѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ ∂ση'т єνєя gινє υρ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ тяу, ∂ση'т єνєя ωιρє уσυя тєαяѕ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ ¢яу. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕєттℓє ƒσя αη αηѕωєя ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ кησω. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕαу уσυ ∂ση'т ℓσνє нιм ιƒ уσυ ¢αη'т ℓєт нιм gσ ~♥~ ~♥~ ƒσя єνєяу вєαυту тнєяє ιѕ αη єує ѕσмєωнєяє тσ ѕєє ιт. ƒσя єνєяу тяυтн тнєяє ιѕ αη єαя ѕσмєωнєяє тσ нєαя ιт. ƒσя єνєяу ℓσνє тнєяє ιѕ α нєαят ѕσмєωнєяє тσ яє¢єινє ιт ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ¢яα¢кѕ ιη тнє ¢ση¢яєтє яємιη∂ тнαт ησ мαттєя нσω ѕтяσηg уσυ αяє, уσυ ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ ƒαℓℓ αραят αт ѕσмє ρσιηт ιη уσυя ℓιƒє ~♥~ ~♥~ ηєνєя ƒяσωη...єνєη ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂ '¢αυѕє уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη ѕσмєσηє'ѕ ƒαℓℓιηg ιη ℓσνє ωιтн уσυя ѕмιℓє ~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαℓкє∂ тняσυgн тнє нαℓℓωαу нσℓ∂ιηg му ωяιѕтѕ, нσριηg ησ σηє ωιℓℓ ѕєє мє ℓιкє тнιѕ. нє ℓσσкѕ αт мє, ѕ¢αяє∂ ωнαт нє'ℓℓ ƒιη∂. нє ηєνєя тнσυgнт ι нα∂ тнєѕє тнιηgѕ ιη мιη∂. нє αѕкѕ мє, "...ιѕ тнєяє αηу мσяє؟" ℓσσкιηg αт нιм ωιтн тєαяѕ ιη му єуєѕ ι ωнιѕρєя α ѕιмρℓє яєρℓу,...'єνєя ωση∂єяє∂ ωнαт вяα¢єℓєтѕ ωєяє ƒσя'..؟ ~♥~ ~♥~ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє мυѕт вє нυят ιη σя∂єя тσ gяσω, ƒαℓℓ ιη σя∂єя тσ кησω, ℓσѕє ιη σя∂єя тσ gαιη. αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє нανє тσ вє вяσкєη ѕσ ωє ¢αη вє ωнσℓє αgαιη ♥~ ~♥~ ησт єνєη мαкє υρ ¢συℓ∂ мαкє нєя вєαυтιƒυℓ...вє¢αυѕє яєαℓ вєαυту ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓσνιηg уσυяѕєℓƒ αη∂ тнαт'ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg ѕнє ¢αη ηєνєя ∂σ ~♥~ ~♥~ яєαℓ тєαяѕ αяє ησт тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє єуєѕ αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ƒα¢є вυт αяє тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє нєαят αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ѕσυℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ℓєαяη тσ αρρяє¢ιαтє тнє яαιηвσω αƒтєя ¢υяѕιηg тнє яαιη. ιт’ѕ נυѕт ℓιкє ℓσνιηg αgαιη αƒтєя єχρєяιєη¢ιηg тнє ραιη ~♥~ ~♥~ уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη уσυ ωιℓℓ ℓσѕє ѕσмєσηє, ѕσ gяαв тнєм αη∂ тєℓℓ тнєм тнαт уσυ ¢αяє ησω вє¢αυѕє ιт мιgнт вє тнє ℓαѕт тιмє уσυ ωιℓℓ єνєя вє αвℓє тσ ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ѕку ιѕη'т αℓωαуѕ вℓυє. тнє ѕυη ∂σєѕη'т αℓωαуѕ ѕнιηє. ѕσ ιт'ѕ σкαу тσ ƒαℓℓ αραят ѕσмєтιмєѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ мσѕт σƒ тнє ιмρσятαηт тнιηgѕ ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂ нανє вєєη α¢¢σмρℓιѕнє∂ ву ρєσρℓє ωнσ нανє кєρт ση тяуιηg ωнєη тнєяє ѕєємє∂ тσ вє ησ нσρє αт αℓℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят, тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє ѕσυℓ, тєαяѕ ƒяσм єνєяуωнєяє, тнєу тαкє ¢σηтяσℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg gяєαт, ησ σηє єνєя ѕєємѕ тσ яємємвєя, вυт ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg ωяσηg, ησ σηє ¢αη єνєя ѕєєм тσ ƒσяgєт ~♥~ girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following
Apr 25, 2013, 1:45 AM Lol honestly if you were still here I would be lookin towards dating you. You're so sweet and a really good friend and super beautiful. But you're so fat FAR!! I meant far lol
𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒔' 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓; 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑩𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑺𝒊𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆, 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; 𝑨 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓. - 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏
January 2, 2013 Messages I think we should see other people ... Roses are red Violets are blue U really thought I would cry over u? I said I loved you You thought that was true well guess what player You just got played to smartphOWNED.com
The End “The End is nigh” “Agency Officials: Spend this time with your loved ones” “Citizens prepare for the Inevitable” 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. “The Invasion: What could We have done?” “Mommy, what’s happening?” he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. “The humans. They found us.”
___MMM___ ||| (0-0) (o o) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-oOO--(_)--OOo-=-=-ooO--\ /--Ooo-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= | | | | | | | V | | | | | CHANSON DES ESCARGOTS | SONG OF THE SNAILS QUI VONT A L'ENTERREMENT | THAT WENT TO THE FUNERALS Original french poetry by | Translated for Asar's lilones Jacques Prevert | By Chevalier :)) A l'enterrement d'une feuille morte | At the burying of a dead leaf Deux ecargots s'en vont | Two snails are going Ils ont la coquille noire | Their shells are black Du crepe autour des cornes | Mourning crepe is around their horns Ils s'en vont dans le soir | They walk in the evening Un tres beau soir d'automne | In a very beautiful Fall evening Helas quand ils arrivent | Alas when they arrive C'est deja le printemps | It's already Spring Les feuilles qui etaient mortes | The dead leaves Sont toutes ressucitees | Are all restored to life Et les deux escargots | And the two snails Sont tres desappoites | Are much disapointed Mais voila le soileil | But suddenly comes the sun Le soleil qui leur dit | the sun that says to them: Prenez prenez la peine | Take, take the time La peine de vous asseoir | The time to sit Prenez un verre de biere | Take a glass of beer Si le coeur vous en dit | If you feel like it, Prenez si ca vous plait | Take if you want L'autocar pour Paris | The bus for Paris Il partira ce soir | It will leave tonight Vous verrez du pays | You will see the country Mais ne prenez pas le deuil | But don't be in mourning C'est moi qui vous le dit | I tell you: Ca noircit le blanc de l'oeil | It blackens the white of the eyes Et puis ca enlaidit | And also, it makes one ugly Les histoires de cercueils | Stories about coffins C'est triste et pas joli | Are sad and not cute Reprenez vous couleurs | Take your colors back Les couleurs de la vie | The colors of life! Alors toutes les betes | And then all the animals Les arbres et les plantes | The trees and the plants Se mettent a chanter | Start to sing A chanter a tue-tete | To sing at the top of their voice La vrai chanson vivante | The real living song La chanson de l'ete | The song of summer Et tout le monde de boire | And everyone drinks Tout le monde de trinquer | And everyone clinks glasses C'est un tres joli soir | Its a very beautiful evening Un joli soir d'ete | A beautiful summer evening Et les deux escargots | And the two snails S'en retournent chez eux | Return home Ils s'en vont tres emus | They return very touched Ils s'en vont tres heureux | They return very happy Comme ils ont beaucoup bu | And since they drank a lot Ils titubent un petit peu | They stagger a little bit Mais la haut dans le ciel | But high in the sky La lune veille sur eux. | The moon watches over them Jacques Prevert | | ___ | // __`\ o o ~ | ll ( .) l_) ) ` | __\\ \__/ / | . . .. .._/_/________/^^ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-oOOo-(_)-oOOo-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, “If you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lįfe.” I pressed it once, and everything went dark̵.
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 weren’t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
Love SMS I ωιℓℓ ∂ιє вυт му ℓσνє ηєνєя … Iт ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ тσωαя∂ѕ тσ уσυ … Oηє яєQυєѕт ηєνєя ¢яу ƒσя мє ωнєη ι. ωιℓℓ ∂ιє … Oηє ωιѕн ∂ση’т ƒσяGєт мє αƒтєя му ∂єαтн … Oηє ƒα¢т ι ¢αη’т ѕтσρ мιѕѕιηG уσυ υηтιℓ м αℓινє !!! July 18, 2014 by Love Doctor
→ α ƒяιєη∂ gινєѕ нσρє ωнєη ℓιƒє ιѕ ℓσω, α ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ α ρℓα¢є ωнєη уσυ нανє ησωнєяє тσ gσ, α ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ нσηєѕт, α ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ тяυє. α ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ ρяє¢ισυѕ α ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ υ.
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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Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.
‘First Words‘ 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 – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” 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 – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…” 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. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
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
‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage She's gone, all because of him. Dead. He killed my wife. She'd still be here, if it's not for him. If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...
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Over a century ago, the woman was encouraged to keep her child after she's considering pregnancy termination. "your baby could be an artist or grow up to be a world leader" they had said, so she kept it and went to give birth to a baby boy c. 1888 He's named Adolf

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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 8 yr. ago EvantheNerd83 A Perfect Baby 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 A Perfect Baby When she was born, Little Jamie got all the attention. Her mother cradled her in her arms and the doctors and nurses who were present crowded around them. They peered over the shoulders of their coworkers. They wanted to see the most perfect baby in the world. And Little Jamie was perfect. She had bright blue eyes that shone like sapphires, such a deep shade that it reflected the sky. A pink and soft body. She glowed under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room, an angel delivered in mortal form. Everyone stared and cooed and stroked her puffy cheeks, took out their cameras and took pictures when they could, complimented her mother for conceiving such a lovely child. Her mother blushed in embarrassment and scratched her black hair. It was a joyful reception until the armed men in the uniforms stepped in to the room. Laughter died. Awkward coughing ensued. It was time to follow the rules. The symbol pinned to their chests declared as much. Little Jamie was handed over to them, their stoic expressions remaining untainted as they walked out. Her mother watched and begged and screamed. But, the nurses held her back. Urged her to be quiet. For her own sake. Little Jamie's newborn wailing cut-off down the hallway. The elevator door had closed. Now, she was downstairs with the others. Little Jamie was perfect, but mortal perfection wasn't acceptable. She had to be Aryan.
-`ღ´-𝔊𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱-`ღ´- 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔨𝔶,𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫.𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔴𝔢’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔰,𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔑𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔰,𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢—𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰. ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶,𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑑’𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑙, 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑙, 𝑚𝑎𝑘’𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒— 𝑇𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑, 𝑇ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 “𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒,” 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙’𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑊ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑦? 𝑂𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝑂𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦? 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒; 𝑆𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, 𝐷𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.
“Si dovrebbe, almeno ogni giorno, ascoltare qualche canzone, leggere una bella poesia, vedere un bel quadro, e, se possibile, dire qualche parola ragionevole".
𝕭𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊, 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕, 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖋, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗. 𝕭𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖉, 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊. 𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞.
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𝔄𝔪𝔬 𝔐𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪, 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔦𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢, ℑ 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢.
𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔘𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔢; 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔢; 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢.
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009 YAADEIN... Holle se chupke se aati hain yaadein.. Ateet me hume kheench le jaati hain yaadein.. Koshish to ke the bhoolne ke aapko.. Par har koshish ko nakaam kar jaate hain yaadein.. Tez hawa ka jhonka bankar aati hain yaadein.. Is shaant zindagi me hulchul le aati hain yaadein.. Fir dheere se humara haath thaam kar.. Khwabon ke duniya me le jaati hain yaadein.. Kya maksad hai inka, kyu aati hain yaadein.. Beete hue baatein, dohraate hain yaadein.. Ab peeche reh gaya hai sab.. Aur chal pade hain hum.. Ab to yaadein he yaadein hain..yaadein he yaadein.. Bas yaad aati hain baatein.....yaad aati hain yaadein...... POSTED BY SAUMYA SHRIVASTAVA AT 3:02 AM
r/shortscarystories 1 day ago Chemical-Elk-1299 My family died in a fire. I think it was my fault. I only remember one thing from my childhood. Fire. I couldn’t remember how it happened, or why. Only the nagging sensation that I had something to do with it. I remember the heat and the horror, a yawning red mouth that swallowed everything in its path. The humanity. The fear. The sound of groaning metal. Crawling out of the flames while women screamed in a language I couldn’t understand. Then nothing. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by white walls and doctors. They told me it was a hospital. That I needed to be kept under observation. Apparently I should have burnt to death, but I didn’t. In fact, there wasn’t a scratch on me, apart from a lump on my head. Concussion. After two months, I figured it out — I wasn’t just being healed. I was being studied. This was no ordinary hospital. But it wasn’t like I was going anywhere. When I first awoke, I had to relearn everything. How to walk. How to talk. After I’d recovered, one of the researchers explained — the government wanted to know how I’d started the fire. How I’d survived it. Apparently, I’d be of some use to them if I could only remember. But I have an idea. I’ve been here for a long time. The men studying me have grown worn and grey, but my face hasn’t aged. They had me run tests where I stared at other prisoners, told to think “hot thoughts”. And sure enough, every so often — tender flames, smoldering weakly around their feet. But it was never enough. They wanted to know how I started the big one. To counteract the amnesia, they’d put me through “hypnotherapy”. Something about my subconscious. I’d get flashes. We were flying to America. An airship. It was… a long time ago. I was mad at my sister. Something about father loving her more than me. How mother called me a freak. I was so angry. I wanted to hurt her, as badly as she’d hurt me. So, I closed my eyes. I thought of my sister, curling like bacon in the fire. A spark. Father’s skin sloughing off in smoking ribbons. Mother plummeting to the ground, far below. Flames against an endless sky. The therapy ended there. Too painful. Eventually, my captors resorted to drastic measures. They wanted my power, needed it for their own. And they needed me to remember how to use it. So they brought in someone to jog my memory. A survivor, they said. When they wheeled his decrepit old bones to my isolation cell, I could see it in his eyes. He knew me. We’d met before, in the sky long ago. He screamed, raged in a language so familiar and yet so foreign. German, I think. I didn’t understand, but I knew that he hated me. Would never forgive me. One name was clear, howled in my face again and again. “The Hindenburg”.
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‘A Message From Your Personal Demons’ By MrGarm “I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend.” Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.
Messages Dad Dec 26, 2012 2:14 PM Dad there's a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it? Pis hurry because I'm going to cry Dad Dad > Dec 26, 2012 2:30 PM < Dad is dead. You're next. Love, Moth
TOO MANY VANITY POSTS!!!!!!!!!! Posted on 9/11/2004, 12:50:47 PM by FreeManWhoCan ENOUGH ALREADY GUYS! STOP WITH THE VANITY POSTS! THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY, (INCLUDING THIS ONE!) HOW MANY POSTS DO WE HAVE TO SEE ABOUT? I ENJOY READING GOOD STORIES HERE, BUT HAVING TO SIFT THROUGHT ALL THESE VANITIES IS DRIVING ME NUTS...
Adam Zad 1 year ago I tried to give blood the other day. Never again. Too many questions! Whose blood is it? Where did you get it? Why is it in a bucket?
. 9 years ago The First of Many I’m sleeping in my bed. A creaking sound comes from outside my bedroom window. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s 12:04. I always wake up at 12:04. The creaking gets louder and more intense. I roll out of bed and open my curtains to see what’s causing the noise. There in the yard is a tall, thin black figure with a pale white face. It has no nose, and just two empty sockets for eyes. It’s oblong mouth is shaking, obviously the source of the creaking noise. The thing’s cheekbones are sunken in, and it’s ribs jut out of it's shadowy skin. There’s an aura of smog surrounding it. As soon as I look into it’s lifeless sockets it releases an ear piercing shriek. I let go of the curtains and run to my door. I have to warn my parents and make sure my sister is safe. As soon as I open the door it’s in my hallway waiting. I freeze. The air turns icy. It slowly reaches one of it's long skinny arms towards me. I still can’t move. It has three long jagged fingers. Being this close, I can see that it's flesh is scarred, twisted and torn. Blacker than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s longest finger hooks under my jaw, and through my mouth. I try to scream but nothing but a wet gurgle comes out. A proud hum comes from the thing’s chest. It seems proud. It lifts me off my feet and pins me to the wall by my chin. It’s other hand slowly digs all three of it's dagger- like fingers into my neck. I’m choking now. It releases me, and I slide down the wall. It looks down at me and my vision starts to flicker. Then it turns, and with two long strides, sneaks into my parents bedroom. I try making any kind of noise to warn them, but nothing comes out. I hear muffled screaming. Then nothing. It pokes it’s head out of the door to make sure I’m still watching. Then it drags my parent’s bloodƴ corpses into the hallway. Their throats are slit. It lays them side by side in front of me. Only a foot away from my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut and wish to dıe already. I feel claws on my eyes. It pinches my eyelids and with one fluid motion rips them both off. Everything burns. I can barely make out my parents’ faces through all the red. It leans down and presses it's cheek to theirs. The corners of it's dark mouth lift into a wicked grin. Everything goes black. I wake up in bed. It’s 12:04. There’s a creaking coming from the window.
I see the death of everyone I meet. (Written by JJX2525, from Reddit) SHARED JUN 05 I see the death of everyone I meet. Once, when I was in kindergarten, I got booted out of class for telling the new girl Abigail that she smelt bad̳. I remember it vividly – a bloody-burny-boozy smell that hit me the moment she came in. Abigail burst into tears and I got a stern lecture on telling lıes. But it wasn’t a lie. My little nose had leapt forward ten years into the future, where a teenage Abigail would drunkenly plough her parent’s Mitsubishi straight into the front of an oncoming bus. When we met again in middle school I smelt it a second time, along with the song she’d be playing on the radio – five seconds of a generic disco beat. The last thing she’d hear. I know it’s bad҉ to say, but I think there’s something sacred about it. There’s nothing more personal then someone’s last̀ moments of lífe. I try not to take it for granted. It’s hard, sometimes, though, especially once I got older and better at it. Along with smells came sounds, sights, and even feelings, though that last one was rare. In this day and age most people go to their dEath with pastel colours and blinking machines and a faint whiff of hand sanitizer, their brains too fizzled to know what’s about to happen. There are exceptions. Like Abigail, or my middle school gym teacher, who was going to dıe with a deafening bang in a rush of mad courage. I couldn’t hear a word of his opening lecture because my ears were still ringing. Suıcıde will do that to you. Have I ever told anyone? Of course not. Can you imagine? Even if they did believe me, which I doubt, it wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of them. They’d want to know what I saw in them. Which is fine for the heart attacks and the quietly-in-their-sleeps, but what do you say to a m√rder? And no you can’t change it, don’t ask me because I already tried, I already tried and you can’t beat the system. You just can’t. I already lost someone to that. Her name was Phoebe and she was in my History class at community college. It was a prettɥ small place and I knew most of the other kids there – except for her. We weren’t on speaking terms because every time she came within a few feet of me I got the urge to vom1t. It was motion sickness, but also something worse – fear. Hers was the worst fear I’d ever felt in another human being. I could hardly stand to be in the same room as her. I managed to avoid her for a couple months, until one day when she arrived late to class. She apologised and looked around, before striding to the back of the room and sitting beside me. There was nothıng I could do. I felt it all. The nausea, the terror, and a vision too, of me stuck fast in my seat as I hurdles headlong flaming out of the sky – the ocean rushing up towards me – screaming, then – Smack. Nothıng. When I came to she was glaring at me. ‘What is your problem?’ she whispered. ‘What?’ I asked, the uneasiness subsiding. ‘I don’t –‘ ‘If you don’t like̢ me then just say so. Quit pretending to be ıll all the time.’ ‘Huh?’ I sat up, trying to get a better look at her. We’d never been this close before. She was pretty. I hadn’t thought about how I must look to her, running away every time she got close. ‘I swear it’s not on purpose.’ I said. ‘I’m sick͞ a lot. It isn’t you.’ ‘Sure.’ she said, looking back towards the front of the front of the class. ‘Honestly.’ I said. ‘Let me – let me make it up to you.’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’ And that was the start of it. Within a month we were official. It was the happiest time of my life. The sicknesses didn’t go away, but it subsided after a couple minutes, and she stopped taking it personally after a while. Dashing to the bathroom became part of the routine on dates. We did everything together, all the couple things – movies, dinners, walks. It was my first serious relationship. I convinced myself that her dEath – whatever it was – was still years into the future. For a while, anyway. At the start of the summer she told me she was going to visit her grandparents out of state. ‘The flight’s on Monday. I won’t be gone much more than a week.’ ‘Flight?’ I repeated. ‘Yeah.” she replied. ‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’ I convinced her to take a road trip. I can’t remember the exact excuse I gave. Some nonsense about expenses, life experience, our ‘carbon footprint’. How it took me that long to guess it could be a plane crash I’ll never know. I was in too deep, I guess. But whatever it was I said she must have seen I was serious. She rented a red mini from the local garage and, after we’d packed it up, I kissed her goodbye and said it was the right decision. ‘Okay.’ She laughed. ‘Weirdo.’ Straight after she left I got the urge to call her, but I told myself I was being overprotective. I worked for a few hours, then flopped down in front of the TV. I watched bad reality shows until I got bored, then flicked to the local news station just in time to see the breakıng story of a twelve car pile-up on a suspension bridge, when a truck driver dozing at the wheel had strayed out of his lane, clipping the corner of a passing car which swerved into another, triggering a chain of collisions which ended tragically when – some viewers may find this footage disturbing – a red mini was forced over the side, plummeting into the ocean beloɯ..
Losing Carrie Carrie’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, ‘Mom, please help me, he knows I’m not dead.’
The Whisper Men : Do you hear the Whisper Men The Whisper Men are near If you hear the Whisper Men Then turn away your ear Do not hear the Whisper Men Whatever else you do For once you've heard the Whisper Men They'll stop... and look at you If you hear the Whisper Men And you are in their sight The presence of the Whisper Men Will mean for you 'Good night' Don't ignore the Whisper Men They're not just in your head Be fearful of the Whisper Men Ignore them.. and you're dead
i turned to the guy who k1lled my wife ✨ He cried so desperately, scared for what was to come. If only he had talked to me and tried to reason, maybe I could have spared him. But that was impossible. After all, he was born just a few moments ago...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago Personal-Tea7226 I stood and looked at myself in the mirror When my reflection mouthed “it’s behind you!”
────(♥)(♥)(♥)────(♥)(♥)(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ'ʀє αʟσηє, ──(♥)██████(♥)(♥)█████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧα∂σѡ. ─(♥)████████(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт тσ cʀƴ, ─(♥)██████████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧσυʟ∂єʀ. ──(♥)████████████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт α ɧυɢ, ────(♥)█████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ρɪʟʟσѡ. ──────(♥)█████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ηєє∂ тσ ɓє ɧαρρƴ, ────────(♥)█████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɱɪʟє. ─────────(♥)██(♥) ɓυт αηƴтɪɱє ƴσυ ηєє∂ α ƒʀɪєη∂, ───────────(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ʝυѕт ɓє ɱє.
I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly. —stellarpath
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago normancrane I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents. That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 34 min. ago MistStarz “Sweetie, dolls don’t move on ıt's own,” mother comforted her terrıfıed daughter. “So just sit sti̕ll while I stitch your prettɥ lıttle møuth up.”
“So if you really are responsible for those unsolved kidnappings,” started the skeptical amateur reporter, “how do you lure your victims?” “With an interview.” by MintClicker
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?
Guerrero de Dios KMApok "¿Si Dios existe, ¿por qué hay tanto mal en el mundo?" Es una pregunta común, pero está fuera de lugar. Todas las cosas deben tener equilibrio. Luz y oscuridad. Bien y mal. Sonido y silencio. Sin uno, el otro no puede existir. "¿Entonces, si eso es cierto, Dios NO HACE NADA para luchar contra el mal?" Esa podría ser tu siguiente pregunta. Por supuesto que lucha contra el mal. Implacablemente. Yo soy Dartalian, uno de sus ángeles más santos y justos. Recorro la Tierra, eliminando el mal dondequiera que lo encuentre. Mato a los monstruos de los que nunca quieres saber. Los aplasto por completo para que puedas dormir por la noche. Ustedes, los humanos, no tienen idea de cuántos de ustedes viven gracias al trabajo que hago. "¿Pero qué pasa con Stalin? ¿Hîtler? ¿Ted Bundy? ¿Jack el Destripador?" Bueno, esos son los menores que tuve que dejar vivir. Por equilibrio. Los que destruyo son... demasiado horribles y viles para sobrevivir. Lo curioso es que, aunque apostaría a que nunca has oído el nombre Dartalian en ningún texto religioso, apuesto a que has oído hablar de mí. Los estadounidenses, por ejemplo, tienen su propio nombre para mí. Síndrome de Muerte Súbita del Lactante
Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as you’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 don’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 “Its merely the rustling of the leaves,” But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.
r/shortscarystories 8 hr. ago k_g_lewis The Family Secret The red-headed girl in the summer dress stepped into the old man’s room. When he didn’t acknowledge her presence, she cleared her throat. The man looked up from the puzzle he was building, gasping and clutching his chest when he saw the child, “Autumn?” he whispered, “Is that really you?” “Hello, Grandpa,” Autumn smiled. “What are you doing here?” he asked. Autumn crossed the room until she was standing in front of her grandfather. “I’m here because I need your help,” she replied. The grandfather stared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to his puzzle. “There’s nothing I can do to help you,” he said. “That’s a lie and you know it,” Autumn snapped at him. “Please go,” he whined, “You shouldn’t be here.” “I’ve got nowhere else to go,” Autumn said, “That’s why I need your help.” The grandfather ignored her, reaching a remote on the table next to his puzzle. Once it was in his hand, he pressed the large button to call the nurse. A minute later, one of the nurses walked into the room. “What can I do for you, Mr. Sinclair?” the nurse asked. “I would like her to leave,” he pointed at Autumn. “You’d like who to leave?” the nurse looked around the room, “There’s nobody in here but you.” “You know she can’t see me,” Autumn said, “Only you can because you know what happened to me.” “No,” her grandfather shook his head, “No, I don’t.” “Are you okay, Mr. Sinclair?” the nurse asked, “Should I call your son?” “No,” he snapped, “Don’t call him. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” “I’m positive,” he insisted, “You can go.” “Okay,” the nurse turned and left the room. Autumn stood there, staring at her grandfather. “Stare all you like,” he said, continuing to work on his puzzle, “I can’t help you. In a rage, Autumn swept the half-finished puzzle off the table. “If you ever want to see Grandma again, you’ll do the right thing and help me,” she spat the words out. Tears started to fall from his eyes. Seeing his resistance starting to crack, Autumn continued. “You’ll never get to if you don’t tell someone what happened to me.” “But I didn’t have anything to do with it,” her grandfather insisted, “Your father is the one who needs to confess, not me.” “What did my father do to me?” Autumn whispered. Her grandfather poured his heart out, telling her everything that happened to her. “I’m sorry,” were the last words he said. “That’s all we wanted to hear,” the girl pretending to be Autumn reached up and pulled the wig off her head. A moment later the nurse walked back into the room, but she wasn’t really a nurse. When she returned to the room, she had a police badge hanging around her neck. “That was an Oscar-worthy performance,” she said, putting her arms around the girl’s shoulders and leading her into the hall.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago masiakasaurus On the last day I told my double, "only one of us be coming out alive." And I tied his umbilical cord around his neck.
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