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The clown statue A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her. After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.) Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. "Take the children and go to the neighbors," said the parent. "We don't have a clown statue, we'll call the police." The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

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♡ ∩_∩ („‱ ֊ ‱„)♡ |ïżŁU UïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁ| | Da story of a | | Lil bunny | ïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁïżŁ . âŠč ₊ __ ♡ ⊂⊂ ‱ ) / | ⊂_ïču "Ooo a heart!" /) /) àŹȘ(˶‹-‹˶)àŹ“ ♡ /い い *Catches heart* /)/) ( Ë¶â€ąàŒâ€ą) à­­( い♥ "Yay! Oh this looks fragile..." /)/) ( ᮗ͈ ᮗ͈) c( い♥ "Dw! I will keep you safe" ᐱ⑅ᐱ (\ (\ ( ˶‹ àŒ ‹˶) ( ˶‹ àŒ ‹˶) /い~ ♡ ♡~<\ *fall in luv* /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) o( い♥⊂ )o ★ âș. âŠč . âŠč ★ âș. âŠč ★âș. (\_(\ /)_/) ( ) ( ) / | | \ ( O | | O ) ♡𝐿𝓊𝓋 𝓊 đ’»đ‘œđ“‡đ‘’đ“‹đ‘’đ“‡â™Ą (\(\_/) (-( ) *with another girl * (>( ) (\__(\ *đ•˜đ•’đ•€đ•Ą* (o _ o ) (/) (\ ) /) /) ( . . ) ( ă„đŸ’” ᎛ʜᎇʏ ᮅᮏɮ'ᮛ ᎅᎇꜱᎇʀᎠᎇ ʏᎏ᎜  Pt2 Me Ex (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) ( . .) <(...) (áƒà«ź )o (ა💌 (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) (‧ ‧ ) (áƒà«ź )o (ა💌 (\(\ (\(\ (,,0 0)(- -,,) ( áƒà«źđŸ’Œà«ź )o ____________________ | Im sorry. | | pls pls pls | | forgive me. | |ik what u did, but | |my life is not the same | |without u. | | - Ex...❀‍đŸ©č | |___________________| "Hmm" (\_/) 💕 ( ‱-‱)💕 />💌 "My heart! It's fixed!" /)/) ( . .) c( い♥ "Thank you... i forgive!" ♡ ∩∩ ïŒˆâ€žâ€ą ֊ ‱„)♡ /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) ( ă„đŸ’—âŠ‚ ) đ’»đ‘œđ“‡đ‘’đ“‹đ‘’đ“‡â™Ą ☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ àŹȘ(„‱ àŒ ‱„)àŹ“ ┏━âˆȘâˆȘ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Da end
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ boop ぞ ╱| à«ź - ՛ ) ぀(> < 7 / ⁻ ៾ ă€Ëœă€” äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ owww ぞ ╱| à«ź - ՛ ) ぀(> < 7 / ⁻ ៾ ă€Ëœă€” äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ *crying* ぞ ╱| à«ź - ՛ ) ぀(> < 7 / ⁻ ៾ ^〔 äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ *thinks about what he just did* ぞ ╱| à«ź ° °) (> < 7 *still crying* / ⁻ ៾ 、^〔 äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ im sorry mimi ぞ ╱| à«ź - - ) (> < 7 *sniffs* “I-i-its o-ok” / ^ ៾ 、^〔 äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ R we still friends? ぞ ╱| à«ź ‱. ‱ ) (‱ ‱ 7 ofc! / ^ ៾ , â€˜ă€” äč€ (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ The End 💖
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Dropping some school related drama . ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (â•„ïčâ•„)
Kept In Dark "I'm worried about myself," Nick said. "Maybe you should be," I told him. "Can't we turn on some lights?" "Not yet." Sometimes it's hard to tell when a friend is joking. But Nick had sounded truly nervous when he asked me to come over this afternoon, so I decided to take him seriously. "What's got you freaked out?" "I've been having dark thoughts lately." "Everyone has dark thoughts." "Not like these. They're sick, man. I don't know where they come from." "Horror movies?" "No, I don't watch those. But I've... I've also been having these crazy dreams. Really vivid. Like, apocalyptic, with demons. I'm afraid to sleep." "You have been looking kind of washed out lately," | admitted. "Maybe see a doctor?" "Wouldn't help." "Why not?" "Because there's more to it. That's why I called. I need you to tell me if you see it, too." "See what?" Nick stood up and walked to his window, where the sun glowed faintly behind cheap venetian blinds. He pointed at the floor. "Watch that spot. Right there." "The carpet?" "Just watch. Please." "Fine." The carpet looked normal, not even a stain. Then I heard Nick take a deep breath, followed by the clacking blinds as he pulled the cord to expose the sunlight. "Jeez!" I cried, yanking my feet off the ground as a dark shape came slithering forward. It disappeared directly under the couch where I sat. "Oh gosh," Nick moaned. "You saw it." "That's... impossible. Was that really your...?" "Yeah," he nodded miserably. "I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow, but why is mine scared of me? What does it know? by IPostAtMidnight
*farts violently* *o-oops.. I-m sorryđŸ˜“đŸ˜“â€ïžâ€ïž was that too stinky n loud? I promise not to e-eat 69 beans a day, U-UWU!! Kacchan! :33 I ate child wen todey😜😜😋😋🙏🙏 r u gay, I-I MEAN!! Uhh, I shiddted bricks on your uncle's lingerie😅😅😅 sowwy I-I OWOO I wuvv shoving shovels down 2 week old orphans throats!! Haha, so preppy, I'm sorry if I bothered you. I-I'm just built like this *screams like a time bomb built from 1869* THE ZAZAAAjđŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’©đŸ’© DATTEBAYOOO AMBATUKAAAMM (bwwhdjhdbbdbdbbbbbbhhhbb) 😝😝😝😝 d-do u also uhh use ur grandparents ashes as seasoning and chew on their breast implants?? DRAKE DRAKE DRAKE DRAKEđŸ‘°đŸ‘°đŸ‘°đŸ‘°đŸ‘°đŸ€°" *she looks into ur hairy azz as she grabs the scaramouche flavored Nair cream and menacingly shoves it up ur azz* *looks at ur toes* GYATTTT😍😍😍😍 *licks ur toes* It tastes like rat dookie and potato corner Yummers U-UwU đŸ€—đŸ€—đŸ€— Ngl you look like Caseoh no Offense sorry Kacchan UWU OWO đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș *pulls out mewing toy and starts mewing* *Pomni Pomni rizz starts playing* AUGH. I-I mean I'm so skibidi oh, btw have you seen my skibidi slicers UwU if you find them pls give them back to me U-UwU *Fards and shids out a HUGE GIGANTIC dookie đŸ˜˜đŸ’©đŸ’©* *Starts twerking and makes an earthquake happen* *Skibidi toilet starts playing* *1000 years later... There's a war; Skibidi toilets vs The sigma wigmas* Captain, captain! I think we are ready to fight the skibidi toilets sir! Captn. Sigma: Okay soldier. How many do we have? We have 90,000 Gyatt Rizzlers, 12,000 Fanum Tanks, And 9,000 Chicken Rizzlers! Sir! Captn. Sigma: Now, let us fight the Skibidi toilets! *RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH* *Skibidi toilet music playing in the background* *The Sigma Wigmas won* Captn. Sigma: That's what you get for stealing our skibidi slicers! Captn. Skibidi: Auggghhh.... *dies*
When / was younger, my uncle John was going through a divorce. He came round to our house to get some advice from my parents and at one point said he could feel the energy of two children, a boy and a girl, in one corner of the room. Soon after, four year old me walks into the room and I said "The children woke me up." My folks asked what children, so I point to the same corner uncle john mentioned and say "Those children" and everyone went pale and quiet. - cocgamer
Please no dÂŁath threats to ppl who make fanfic thx and have a nice day
There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.
CRYBABY Late last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound, and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and tired so l ignored it by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me." She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. What a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a... a thing watching you while you were asleep." @Death.and.Terror
The morning sunlight streamed into your bedroom, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Birds chirped outside, a melody you had learned to love as you grew older. Your fingers worked repetitively at your keyboard. Exhaution filled your veins, dragging you down. All you wanted to do was collapse on your bed and not get up until the next day, but something inside you wouldn't let that happen. It wasn't even like this was due any time soon, you just needed to get it over with. Your body seemed to be fighting your mind, however. All of a sudden, your brain jammed. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, lost. You didn't know what to type next. With a groan, you ran your hands through your hair. The exhaustion seemed to increase ten fold, as your eyelids fluttered shut. You collapsed backward in your chair, trying not to doze off to no avail. The birds seemed to quiet down for your slumber, and the glow of the sun warmed you just right. No. You had to finish your project. You had to- The door creaked open, and in the hallway stood your boyfriend. You heard him walk in slowly, his footsteps against the hard wood floor. He ruffled your hair gently and began to hum a melody. As he hummed, he pulled up the other chair and sat beside you at your desk. "Tired?" He mused, spinning in the chair. Lazily, you opened one eye to look at him. His brown hair fell over his face slightly, and he had that cute look on his face you loved. Your frown couldn't help but turn into a tired smile as your eyes raked over him lovingly. His dark brown eyes had a sort of sparkle to them, even though he had always hated his eyes. You never got why. He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward as he examined your computer screen. He looked at you, looked back at the screen, then looked at you again, knowingly. He rolled his eyes playfully, and rolled his chair closer to you. His voice was soft as he spoke, "I know what you're doing," he sighed, "you should take a nap. You have plenty of time to do this later, and usually it's not good to postphone things but clearly..." You let out a whine of protest. "But-" Gently, he cut you off. "No buts. Come, we can take a nap together. I'm feeling a bit tired too." Although you didn't want to admit it, your face lit up. Your heart fluttered like it had with him many times before. Your cheeks flushed slightly and you cleared your throat. Sheepishly, you nodded. He grinned as he saw your clear answer. He stood up from his chair, and beckoned with one hand. You stood up as well, your legs a bit shaky from exhaustion. Maybe you really did need that nap after all. He flopped on the bed, face first as you laughed. With a grunt he turned around to face up, and patted the space on the bed beside him. The corner of your mouth flicked upward into a smirk as you flopped onto the bed too. The two of you laughed together as you got comfortable. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. He shifted his hand to your hair and toyed with it gently. He kissed you on the cheek as you giggled. You two had been dating for months by now, but something about him still got you feeling like a little kid with a school crush again. He began to hum again, the same song as before. This time, the song felt more whole, more beautiful. You shut your eyes and snuggled up against him as the weariness slowly leaked in. The tune buzzed around you, coaxing you into sleeping more. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as you tried to match your breathing to it. The world seemed to slow down. His humming stopped. "I love you," he sighed, his voice tender. "You know that?" Your face flushed up slightly again, as you snuggled up against him tighter. You lifted your head, and gazed at him for a minute. Then you smiled, and whispered back to him. "I love you too."- .cxlour <3author's note:hey there! if u found this, ur likely looking for... something else. and i bet ur struggling with addiction.whether u wanna quit rn or not is up to u, but i know how hard it is. matter of fact i'm struggling with addiction too.u can just ignore this if u want, but remember that i'm so proud of you for not looking at p0rn for even just one day!have a great day and if you liked my story pls like itill be getting a dsc soon where you can contact me and maybe make requests! i won't be writing much in the mean timealso this is no hate to the people that write smut on here (except if you write gross cp/incest stuff), if you do write smut on here y'all should get a wattpadcause they'd love your awesome stories!! <3 also sorry for any typos lolif y'all also wanna try writing sfw stories on here pls mention me in the story i'd love to see them (don't tag me though)byeee respond or request using the .cxlour tag!!!!

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STORYTIME: How My Ex-Best Friend Stole My Kitten
 Then Gave It Back AS ASHES 12 YEARS LATER. So I “Accidentally” Stole His Man. Y’all, this is the most messed up, twisted, soap opera-level story of my entire life. Buckle up. So let’s rewind to when I was 7 years old. My parents got me a kitten for my birthday. She was the cutest little thing, all fluffy and tiny, and I named her Marshmallow because she looked like one. Now, my so-called “best friend” Luca—who I had literally known since birth— was obsessed with her. He’d always say, “If you ever don’t want her, I’ll take her.” And I was like, “Uh, no? She’s mine?” WELL. One day, Marshmallow goes missing. I searched EVERYWHERE. I was crying, making lost posters, begging my parents to call the police like she was a missing person—it was DIRE. Luca? He was suspiciously chill about the whole thing. Too chill. But I was too young and stupid to put two and two together. Fast forward TWELVE YEARS LATER. I’m 19 and have finally cut Luca off after he trashed my entire room, stole my jewelry, broke my makeup, and traumatized my now dead hamster. (If you don’t know, check the last storytime.) So we haven’t spoken in months. Then, out of nowhere, he texts me, like: “Hey. I have something of yours. Can we meet?” At this point, I was curious but also suspicious. I was thinking, maybe he’s finally giving back the stuff he stole? So I meet up with him at this random-ass park. He shows up, hands me a plastic bag, and just says: “Here. It’s Marshmallow.” I open the bag. It’s. HER. ASHES. MY BABY. IN A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG. Y’all, my brain short-circuited. I was standing there, holding my DEAD PET, while he just stood there like this was totally normal. I was like: “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.” And Luca? He just shrugs and says: “Yeah, so
 funny story. I kinda accidentally stole her when we were kids. She ran away, and I found her, but I didn’t want to give her back. So I just kept her. And then
 yeah, she died. But I figured you’d want her ashes, so
 here you go.” LIKE??? EXCUSE ME??? At that moment, I had never wanted to commit a felony more in my life. I was SPEECHLESS. But I just took the bag, looked him dead in the eyes, and said: “You’re going to regret this.” AND BOY, DID HE. See, Luca had a boyfriend. A very hot, very bisexual boyfriend. And I? Well. I may or may not have accidentally started talking to him. And we may or may not have flirted a little. And we may or may not have ended up sleeping together. Oops. Now, was it revenge? Maybe. Was it petty? Absolutely. Do I feel bad? Eh. And now I’m sitting here, holding onto this secret, debating whether I should tell Luca or just let him find out the messy way. What do y’all think? Should I confess? Or should I let karma do its thing? 👀 anyways search Priscilla storytimezz for more crazy stuff like this

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Pony High Written by @vanessathebaconhater on YouTube. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [Scene 1, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle and Spike] (Twilight retreats to her library after running the Flim Flam brothers out of Ponyville with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Pinkie Pie sees Twilight in her library and decides to come in to ask her some questions about the racket at Sweet Apple Acres) Twilight: *sighs and flips through her book, đ˜—đ˜©đ˜ș𝘮đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ Parallel Universes* Pinkie: *quickly barges in through the open door, making a loud sound* Twilight: PINKIE! Pinkie: Whaaaat? It was open! Twilight: CAN'T YOU KNOCK?! Pinkie: Sorry... Heehee... I wanted to tell you something! Twilight: What is it, Pinkie? Pinkie: Applejack wanted to celebrate a sleep over at her place for running the who...? Ugghh... The flimmer flamities! She was wondering if you come at like 8 PM. Just the 6 of us. Personally. Twilight: Yeah, sure I'll come. But do you not remember their names? Pinkie: No. I just grabbed all the cider I could and went home but when I went home I got a really bad cough! So that's why I couldn't come back. I really wish I could. Twilight: Oh, Flim and Flam. Pinkie: What did they do? 𝘛𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘣𝘣𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. Pinkie: Hey! Whatcha reading?! Twilight: Nothing, just some physics. Pinkie: Oh, well aren't you going to tell me what they did? Twilight: Maybe at the sleepover? Pinkie: Pleeeaaase? With a cherry on toooop? Twilight: Okay fine... Pinkie: Were they cute? Twilight: What kind of question is that? Pinkie: C'mon! Tell me. Twilight: Flam really caught my eye. Pinkie: The one with the mustache? Twilight: Yeah... Promise you'll keep this a secret 𝘈𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š đ˜„đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š Twilight: He gave me a rose, before he and Flim competed for the Ponyville Cider Supply. Wait a minute... Pinkie: Oooooo! Twilight: How did you know one of them had a mustache? Pinkie: Silly, I watched you! I saw everything. Twilight: Uhm... Please dont tell anyone. Please. Pinkie: I promise! Pinkie promise!! Twilight: Okay. Thanks, I need to study now. Pinkie: Okie dokie loki! Twilight: đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜€đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Š Hahaha... Pinkie you're sooo random...Ha. Pinkie: Well I'll be going now! Bye Twi! Twi bye!! Twilight: Bye. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜°đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș Twilight: đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 OH MY GOSH! SPIIIIIIKE!!! Spike: It's like this everyday. Can't you keep your voice down? Twilight: No I can't! Pinkie KNOWS. Spike: About your crush? Twilight: Yeah. She pinkie promised she wouldn't tell AJ. Spike: Well if she pinkie promises, that means she won't tell her! She risked her life once for a pinkie promise. Twilight: Okay, okay đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘩đ˜čđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Ž I'm coming to Applejack's sleepover, at the barn, with my friends, we're going to eat apple pie, do each other's hair, everything is going to be ALRIGHT. Spike: If that's what you want. You can go. Twilight: Pack my bags. Spike: Ugh... -------------------------------------------------------------------- After the happenings of the first arrival of the Flim Flam brothers, Twilight falls in love with Flam. Pinkie asks her to go to a mane six celebration sleepover for ridding Flim and Flam out of town. The six of them play several board games including classic đ˜›đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘱𝘳𝘩. Twilight gets dared to jump off of a tree and goes comatose. She then wakes up to see herself in another universe where everything takes event in her old high school, with her old friends and is under the influence that she has time travelled or fell into a time rip. Twiflam! © Creative Commons Use tag "vanessathebaconhater" or "pony high' for moaaar!!
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ʜᎇʏ ʏᎏ᎜! ɱᮏ ᮛᮏ ᮡᮀᮛᮛᮘᮀᮅ ᮀɮᮅ Ò“áŽÊŸÊŸáŽáŽĄ ÉȘᮄᮇᮍÉȘÉŽáŽ›Ò“Ê€áŽ‡áŽ‡áŽąáŽ‡, áŽĄÊœáŽ áŽĄÊ€áŽáŽ›áŽ‡ ғᎇᎀʀ ÉąáŽ€Ê€áŽ…áŽ‡ÉŽ! sʜᎇ's ᮇx᎘ᎇʀÉȘᮇɮᮄÉȘÉŽÉą ᮀ ʟᎏ᎛ ᎏғ s᎛᎜ғғ ғᎏʀ sᮏᮍᮇᮏɮᮇ ғÉȘɮᮅÉȘÉŽÉą ʜᎇʀ ᎘ᎇʀsᎏɎᎀʟ ÉȘɎғᎏʀᎍᎀ᎛ÉȘᎏɎ. ʀᎇ᎘ᎏʀ᎛ ᎛ʜᎇ ᎘ᎇʀsᎏɎ sʜᎇ ᮍᮇɮᮛÉȘᮏɮᮇᮅ ÉȘÉŽ ʜᎇʀ ғᎇᎇᎅ ᎏɎ ʏᎏ᎜᎛᎜ʙᎇ, ᮀɮᮅ ᎘ʟᎇᎀsᮇ, sʜᎇ's ᮀɮ ᮀᮍᮀ᮱ÉȘÉŽÉą ᎘ᎇʀsᎏɎ. ÉȘ áŽĄáŽáŽœÊŸáŽ… ʜᎀ᎛ᎇ sᎏᎍᎇ᎛ʜÉȘÉŽÉą ʜᎀ᎘᎘ᎇɎ ᮛᮏ ᎍʏ ғᎀᎠᎏʀÉȘᮛᮇ ᎀ᎜᎛ʜᎏʀ.
⋆˚✿˖°ÉȘᮛ áŽĄáŽ€êœ± ᎛ʜᎇ 10᎛ʜ ᎏꜰ ᎏᎄ᎛ᎏʙᎇʀ ᮀɮᮅ ᎛ʜᎇʀᎇ áŽĄáŽ€êœ± ᮀ ÊœáŽœÉąáŽ‡ ʜ᎜ʀʀÉȘᮄᮀɮᮇ. ᎛ʜᎇ ÉŽÉȘÉąÊœáŽ› ʟÉȘÉąÊœáŽ›áŽ‡ÉŽáŽ‡áŽ… ᎥÉȘ᎛ʜ ᮀ áŽĄÊœÉȘᮛᮇ ꜱ᎛ʀᎇᎀᎋ, ᮀɮᮅ ʙᎏᎏᎍᎇᎅ ᎥÉȘ᎛ʜ ᎛ʜ᎜Ɏᎅᎇʀ. ᎛ʜᎇ ʜ᎜ʀʀÉȘᮄᮀɮᮇ ʜᎀᎅ ʟᎇꜰ᎛ ᎏᎠᎇʀ ᎍÉȘʟʟÉȘᎏɎꜱ ᎏꜰ ꜱ᎛ᎀʀꜰÉȘꜱʜ ᮏᮜᮛ ᎏɎ ᎛ʜᎇ ꜱʜᎏʀᎇꜱ ᎏꜰ ᎛ʜᎇ ʙᎇᎀᎄʜᎇꜱ. ᎛ʜᎇ ᎅᎀʏ ᎀꜰ᎛ᎇʀ ᎍʏ ꜰᎀᎍÉȘʟʏ ʜᎀᎅ ᮡᮇɮᮛ ᮛᮏ ᎛ʜᎇ ʙᎇᎀ᎜᎛ÉȘꜰ᎜ʟ ʙᎇᎀᎄʜ. ᎀꜱ ÉȘ êœ±áŽ€áŽĄ ᎛ʜᎇ ꜱ᎛ᎀʀꜰÉȘꜱʜ ᎏɎ ᎛ʜᎇ ꜱʜᎏʀᎇꜱ ÉȘ ÉąÊ€áŽ€Ê™Ê™áŽ‡áŽ… ᎇᎀᎄʜ ᮏɮᮇ ʙʏ ᮏɮᮇ ᮀɮᮅ ᎄᎀʀᎇꜰ᎜ʟʟʏ áŽ›ÊœÊ€áŽ‡áŽĄ ᎛ʜᎇᎍ ᮛᮏ ᎛ʜᎇ ꜱ᎘ᎀʀᎋʟÉȘÉŽÉą ᮏᮄᮇᮀɮ. ᮀ ᮍᮀɮ ᮄᮀᮍᮇ ᮀɮᮅ ᎀꜱᎋᎇᎅ, "ʟÉȘ᎛᎛ʟᎇ ÉąÉȘʀʟ, áŽĄÊœáŽ€áŽ› ᎀʀᎇ ʏᎏ᎜ ᮅᮏÉȘÉŽÉą?" ÉȘ ᮀᮍ ꜱÉȘᎍ᎘ʟʏ ʜᎇʟ᎘ÉȘÉŽÉą ᎛ʜᎇꜱᎇ ꜱ᎛ᎀʀꜰÉȘꜱʜ ʙᎀᎄᎋ ᮛᮏ ᎛ʜᎇÉȘʀ ʜᎏᎍᎇ. ÉȘꜰ ÉȘ ᮅᮏɮ'ᮛ, ᎛ʜᎇʏ ᎥÉȘʟʟ ᮅÉȘᮇ." ÉȘ ᎛ᎏʟᎅ ʜÉȘᎍ. "áŽĄáŽ‡ÊŸÊŸ ᎛ʜᎇʀᎇ ᎀʀᎇ ᎍÉȘʟʟÉȘᎏɎꜱ ᎏꜰ ꜱ᎛ᎀʀꜰÉȘꜱʜ ᎏɎ ᎛ʜᎇ ꜱʜᎏʀᎇꜱ. ÊœáŽáŽĄ ᎄᎏ᎜ʟᎅ ʏᎏ᎜ ᎘ᎏꜱꜱÉȘʙʟʏ ᮍᮀᮋᮇ ᮀ ᮅÉȘꜰꜰᎇʀᎇɎᎄᎇ?" ʜᎇ ꜱᎀÉȘᮅ. ÉȘ áŽ›ÊœÊ€áŽ‡áŽĄ ᮏɮᮇ ᎍᎏʀᎇ ÉȘɮᮛᮏ ᎛ʜᎇ ᮏᮄᮇᮀɮ. "ÉȘ ᮍᮀᮅᮇ ᮀ ᮅÉȘꜰꜰᎇʀᎇɎᎄᎇ ᮛᮏ ᎛ʜᎀ᎛ ᮏɮᮇ." ᎛ʜᎇ ᎛ʜÉȘÉŽÉą ÉȘ ʟᎇᎀʀɎᎇᎅ ᎀʙᎏ᎜᎛ ᎛ʜÉȘꜱ áŽĄáŽ€êœ± ᎛ʜᎀ᎛ ʏᎏ᎜ ᮄᮀɮ ᮍᮀᮋᮇ ᮀ ᮅÉȘꜰꜰᎇʀᎇɎᎄᎇ ÉȘÉŽ ꜱᎏᎍᎇᎏɎᎇꜱ ʟÉȘꜰᎇ.⋆˚✿˖° search ST4R for more (im new here) i also put smth to make yall stop arguing.꩜ .áŸáĄŁđ­©
Every morning in my mind
 Author: Nga ("- . -) - Hello I am Brain and I want to wake her up. (uᮗu”) - Hello I am Dream and I am her dream. ------------------------------------------- 6:00 AM ("- . -) - Alright lazy girl, let’s wake up!    No - (uᮗu”) ("‱ . ‱) - Wait
 Who the hell are you?    Just a sleepy, dreamy, 
 - (uᮗu”) ("- . -) - Ok shut up, now wake up!    But I wanna
 - (uᮗu”) ("- . -) - WAKE UP!    s l e e p - (uᮗu”) ("O .O) - YOU DARE!    s l e e p - (uᮗu”) ("O_O) - ENOUGH!đŸ’„ -------------------{👊}------------------- ă€€đŸ€œâœ‹ (>ᮗO”) (“oïœĄo) - How the h*** did you absorb that?    You know, I am the d r e a m - (uᮗu”)    And your punch is weak btw - (u.u”) ("O_O) - Then take this!    Okie - (uᮗu”) ("=_=) 🖐☀ ~ Sunlight ~    Ehh! Dom a in E xp a ns i on 🙏 (uïœĄu”) -------------------------------------------  ✩˚ '   .ă€€ă€€â‹†ă€€Ëšă€€đŸŒ™ă…€ă…€ ("‱ . ‱) - Where am I!?    Somewhere only we know. - (>ᮗ<”) (">-<) - Cannot
move?  ~Shh, Let me blow you into the deep sleep~   🌀đŸŒȘđŸŒ«(uïœĄu”) --------------------👁--------------------  >You dare underestimate me_ ("đŸ‘áŽ—â€™)đŸ€Ÿ 🌌🌀   WHAT?! You just teleported that? - (>ᮗO”)  >You think only you have abilities like that huh_  >Enough funny, let me tell you_ ("ᮗ_ᮗ)đŸ€šđŸ’§đŸ”„âœ‹ -------------------|☯|------------------- ("👁.’)👉━━━━━━☯ >.<”) âš«đŸ’šâ”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”âœŽ ("-ᮗ-) - ezezezezezez   Not yet - ノᮖO”)   ₊’âŠč(uᮗu”) *regenerated ("‱ . ‱) - What the f***?    🖕(uᮗu”)  -------------------👁 👁-----------------   =ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œă€€ă€€ă€€=ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œ *miss ("👁_👁) =ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œă€€ă€€(°^°”) =ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œ *miss   =ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œă€€ă€€ă€€=ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œă€€ă€€ă€€=ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€œ *miss  ~ Shield Activated ~ đŸ€œđŸ›Ąâ” đŸ€œđŸ›Ą đŸ€š(≧ᗜ≩”) đŸ€œđŸ›Ąâ”  >Such a waste of time!_  >Domain expansion: solar storm_       =͟͟͞͞☀━━━━━━━━━   =ÍŸÍŸÍžÍžđŸ€ž(“👁_👁)✌━━━━━━━     =͟͟͞͞🔆━━━━━━━━    ~ Don’t die too early! ~  ~ Domain expansion: Moon Sequence ~   ━  .  ⋆ ˚    ━✩˚ 🌑🌓🌔   ━━🌕 (áŽ—ïœĄáŽ—â€) 🌒✩˚   ━.˚  🌖🙏🌘 ⋆ ˚   ━━━━━=͟͟͞͞âšȘ⚫˚.━━━━━ ïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©đŸ’„ïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź© (“👁_✖) - 
   ₊’âŠč(đ“č‿đ“č”) *regenerated (“👁-✖) - This f***ing cheater   (“👁-✖) - Again! - (uᮗu”)   (“👁.✖)👉=͟͟͞͞🌌)(🌀👌(uïœĄu”) â–‡â–†â–…â–„â–ƒâ–‚đŸ’„â–‚â–ƒâ–„â–…â–†â–‡   (â€œđŸ‘àœ€àŒœ - 
   GGEZ! - (đ“č‿đ“č”)  ~ You did well! Now rest in the Deep Sleep ~ (“=àœ€àŒœ - Maybe I cannot defeat you  > But this thing can!_ (“👁_àŒœ đŸ€žâ”â”â”â”â°   ?! - (‱ . ‱”) ⏰🖖━The Alarm of Death━━ ïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©(“💔)ïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź© â”â”â”â”â”â”â”đŸ’„â”â”â”â”â”â”â˜€ (“=_àŒœ - Finally End!   Me irl: (“=_=)Ù€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùšâ°Ù€ïź©ïź©Ùšïź©ÙšÙ€ïź©ïź©Ùš -----------------đ“Łđ“±đ“ź đ“źđ“·đ“­-----------------
Emma was walking peacefully with her friends from out of the locker room until she told them, "Oh, wait here, I forgot something in the locker room." When she entered, the locker room was all dark and empty. As she was walking through the lockers, she thought she saw a dark shadow passing by dragging a body? Emma got a heart-attack, but hoped she saw nothing. As she finally reached her locker, she saw blood on the floor, and on her locker, was a note. It was written in blood and said, YÍ‹ÍąÌŁÌ›Ì–O̖ͩ͌̌͐U̠҉̷̙͊ A̷͙ͭͫ̕RÍĄÍ Í‰ÌŽÌœḚͭ̉̇͟ N̔Ìș̻̆ͅḚͭ̉̇͟X̄ÌčÌœÌ”ÌŹT͗̌̈́̚. She was about to leave and tried opening the door, but it was locked. When she turned around, she saw a figure approaching closer and closer to her. It was a demon, it snarled and stayed about 6 feet away. It stayed quietly still, and Emma's heart was thumping. In a blink of an eye, the demon came up to her and grabbed her and dragged her just as it did to the random body. The demon took her to a nearby pool, Emma was yelping and screaming for help. But no one heard her begging. It dropped her into the pool. It was it, Emma knew, she was going to die right there and then. But instead of dying, when she opened her eyes, she was transported into a dark world. Fire burned as if it was the very thing that kept this world alive. Everywhere looked so burnt and dead. But where was she?
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eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um
 just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl
come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just
 lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞
im bored so ima make an interactive game ‹⩊‹ 🔮- died 🟱- alive Book 1 -part 1 part 2 part 3 Book 2 -part 1 part 2 part3 CONTEXT : ur a detective searching for clues about the mysterious disappearance of a girl named Emily Lim. Your with your friends, sarah, stephanie, and noah,who are also detectives. u find the house, but u realize that u probably made the wrong decision accepting this case. BOOK 1 ENTITIES: spiders: they are small, but as they say, dont judge a book by its cover. they may be small but their really fast and if u get bitten, you must put black seeds in the wound to stop the transformation. If u fail to find black seeds, the u slowly become a spider. The only way to escape them if you run across them is to carry the black seeds with you, because for some reason, they wont go near the seeds. blue/ yellow moths they are not that harmful when they are calm, and they also serve as a guide. They glow in the dark, but be careful to not anger them. If u anger them, you can only hide. masked men with a axe no one knows who these masked men are. once u see them, BE QUIET. they are blind, so their hearing is more advanced. unknown black entity ??? MORE ENTITIES WILL BE UNLOCKED IN PART 2. PART 1 the house You finally see the house, after searching for hours. But tbh, you weren't feeling good about this house. atleast ur not alone in this case. ur with ur friends, stephanie, sarah, and noah. u were curious about the case of the disappearance of emily lim anyway. so u decide to accept it. Soon, after a few mins, u found yourself in the house. stephanie, sarah and noah were with you. u and ur friends decide to separate. u didnt feel good about being alone, but u bite ur lip anyway. ur friends head in different directions, and soon, ur alone. Where should u go? a. the kitchen b. upstairs c. the bathroom 🟱upstairs- your safe, even if it was dark, you made friends with a moth. the moth guided you upstairs, making sure you were stepping on the right steps. 🔮the kitchen- you tripped on a wooden beam, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a black figure. a masked man. he ran toward u, slicing u with his axe. 🔮bathroom- you enter the bathroom. its murky and dark in there. the sink and toilet is rusted. but---wait. u see a black something in the toilet bowl. u step closer to the toilet, but as u look down, before u could even process anything, the black figure swoops u and gets u with its many tentacles. ah. u finally made it upstairs. ur with the moth, ur only source of light. u werent feeling like urself. u have no idea of how u know about the moth, or the spider and the masked men. but whatever anyway. u came here to investigate. u feel something stepping on ur shoe. u look down, and see a small black spider. it crawls up to ur leg, and bites u. since u know about this, u go and find black seeds. Where do u want to look? a. the bedroom b. dont look for black seeds, keep investigating. its just a spider bite. what could go wrong? c. the guest bedroom. ok thats all for part one. part two next time. search .mitsuki for more✔ ❀
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first .ribbon story: by founder of ribbon, lavender, and blueberry. 🎀 cherie đŸ«¶đŸŒ You woke up in your bedroom at 7 AM. about to go back to sleep, you remember you have a shopping date with your gf! You immediately get up, excited. you pick out a large white maxi-skirt and a tube top with a sweater of your choice. Before you put it on, you take an everything shower and do your skincare. you brush through your soft, ___ coloured hair. You curl your lashes and look in the mirror, happy with your look! you check the time and see its already 8:00 AM. you gasp and grab your bag. you head outside and get into your car to drive to the mall, your gf is probably waiting for you! time skip
. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ💝 AT THE MALL you arrive at the mall and see ur gf.ᐟ “hi!” ur g/f says. she gives u a soft kizz on the cheek. “Lets go!” she grabs your hand and drags you into the mall. “where do you wanna go first?” you ask. “lets go to ___! your fav!” she responds you both go to the store and have a shopping haul. after 2 hours of shopping, you head back to ur g/fs house. to be continued! you can add on to it or make it spicy, just add my creds!
STORYTIME: When Some Guy Tried to Ask Me Out Right After His GF Dumped Him at the Gym Y’all, I literally cannot make this up. This happened yesterday, and I’m still in shock. So, I was at the gym, minding my own business, doing my workout, when out of nowhere, I hear someone slam their dumbbells to the ground like they were trying to cause a scene. Obviously, I turned around because I was nosy, and that’s when I saw it—this girl, probably a little older than me, going OFF on her boyfriend. At first, I thought it was just a normal couple argument, but then I heard what she was saying. Apparently, this man was looking at other girls on Instagram while she was working out. IN FRONT OF HER. The audacity??? And get this—he tried to deny it, saying, "Babe, it just came up on my feed." LIKE??? BE SO FR. But this girl wasn’t stupid. She went, "Yeah? Then why were you ZOOMING IN ON HER BUTT?" And when I tell you, this man turned red as hell. He was embarrassed and tried to get her to calm down and talk about it somewhere else, but she was not having it. She straight-up snatched his phone, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it before storming out crying. Now, at this point, I was just standing there, trying to mind my business again, BUT THEN—me and her boyfriend accidentally made eye contact. AND HE FREAKING SMIRKED. đŸš©đŸš©đŸš© IMMEDIATE RED FLAG. đŸš©đŸš©đŸš© Next thing I know, this man walks up to me and says, "Hey there, shawty." GIRL. WHAT. I just stared at him with the most disgusted look and was like, "Hi
?" And then he just casually asked, "How old are you?" I was already getting the worst vibes, but I answered, "19." AND THIS MAN GOES, "Perfect. I'm 23." đŸ€ąđŸ€ąđŸ€ą EXCUSE ME??? Like first of all, that was already gross, but the way he acted like he just unlocked a new level on a dating app made me wanna vomit . And then—THEN—he had the AUDACITY to ask for my number and try to take me out on a date while I was literally just trying to work out. Obviously, I declined because eww, and you won’t BELIEVE what he said next. This delusional man really looked me dead in the eyes and went, "Ok, you were ugly anyway." LIKE??? BE SO FR. You just got dumped, publicly humiliated, and your phone got obliterated in front of the entire gym, and now you’re acting like you had options? 😭😭 Moral of the story: Men will embarrass you EVERY TIME. search Priscilla storytimezz for more
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Story of the wonder girl: I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol, and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool, I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it. I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker. My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking." I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring, like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though, They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there. "NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO.. WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag, and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the school. (part 2??)

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`his majesty called all to the colosseum this morning. We were individually served a fresh plate of legumes and cured ham. It was rather indifferent than the meals before the grand war back then.`
`shall this be a heed for our next war? Destruction may await. Lucius and Julia has vanished from our neighborhood, as so their brick house, too. We are afraid.`
`it has been tough these few days. As I see the world crumble around me, only droughts end in my place. Ever since the usurper to the throne had been the assistant, rather shocking. This world.`
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Somewhere, on a rutted, nearly impassible back road in rural Monroe, Connecticut, stands what locals call the House of the Faceless People. This ancient farmhouse is enclosed within a forest of gnarled, bent, and bony-looking trees, and all of its windows are boarded up. If visited at night, the house will be entirely dark. However, on certain occasions a dim kerosene lamp can be seen through the slats covering one of the windows. This, it is said, is the caretaker's room. He's an old man who oversees the faceless ones. Though he is occasionally spotted working around the yard or chasing away cars that pass by too slowly, his faceless charges remain nothing but a mystery. Some believe the house's inhabitants are the fabled Melonheads, however, no one truly knows who, or what, can be found inside the House of the Faceless People

+ The Operation On the farthest point of Long Island, the last scrap of land that still counts as New York, there sits a tremendous, abandoned building. Protected by its own isolated location, there is also at any given time two to three Security Guards there. However, if one approaches the cast iron gates on the night of December 4th, you will see that on this night, even those few security guards refuse to work. The gates are left unlocked, and the wind will be utterly still, a nearly opaque fog filling the peninsula. Go directly to the main doors and step within, there will be a single long hallway, the end occluded by that fog. If you look to either side upon entering, you will see a modern operating room through a glass door. The further in that you walk, the older the equipment will get and the more old fashioned the doctors will be dressed. When you can finally come upon the end of the hallway, the screams of the patients will be nearly deafening. The hall will terminate in an open door leading to a single wooden table where a man in woolen medical clothing, stained brown from blood, will be bent over a corpse. The body's face will be covered, and the man will turn silently, screwing the top onto a cloudy jar of liquid, filled to the brim. He will hand this abnormally heavy object to you, before turning back to his work. Instantly, you will be outside of those cast iron gates. From that point on, disease and injury will never affect you, but if you ever open that cloudy jar and pull out the contents... you will find a heart, pulsing and beating loudly in your palm. A sudden feeling of horror and revulsion will pass through you as realization strikes, that you have just pulled your own living heart from your chest.
It has been said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it's wrong. I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn't buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window. The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake. I can't tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. 1 joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. 1 stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I con- tinued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44. And so it's been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn't doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It is knowing, that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It's realizing you no longer fall asleep. It's, not knowing, whether you've been running for days or weeks or years. It's when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter
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All Monsters are Human You've always had a slightly ridiculous phobia of mirrors. It's never interfered with your life before, except in small and completely inconsequential ways. You'd close your eyes during a middle school session of Bloody Mary, would rush past them in a dark hallway, things any red blooded American raised on a steady diet of horror and gore would call more habit than oddity. One night, late, you're getting ready to go out with some friends. You feel grimy, so you all decide to get ready at your apartment where you can clean up with your own products. Ev- eryone's hanging out, taking pictures, and gonerally having fun as you decide to wash your makeup off and start fresh. You decide that the quickest way to do this is the way they show in commercials, where you get it all over with at once by splashing water over your tightly shut eyes and completely soaking your bathroom floor. You glance up quickly to be sure that your friends don't notice your moment of hesitation when it's time to close your oyes and scrub within sight of the mirror. As you rinse off your face, your eyes open to see your reflection staring back at you, which is not unusual, What is slightly off, however, is that when you go to leave, the other you does not. You stare at each other with wide eyes, waiting to see what happens next. You turn to your friends to see if they're seeing what you're seeing to find their grins growing wider, too wide to be quite human. Their eyes turn as black as coal, and they start to walk forward. Your reflection and your friends reflections start to scream. Your friends lunge for- ward towards their dopplegangers. You always knew you were on the wrong side. As your oyos begin to burn in an entirely sick, ploasant way, your grin stretches wide. Too wide. 😈
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I Am From Mountains I am from mountains, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I started skiing 3 years ago, and I thought I had mastered everything. I could carve turns, I could ski backwards, I could even do some tricks on small jumps, and I could do almost all the hardest runs at Mt.Hood Meadows, where I normally ski. Today though, this was different. I had been so excited to go on this vacation, heading to a mountain that apparently has amazing skiing. Now that I started skiing however I wasn’t quite so sure. I stood at the top of a warm up run, and already I could feel my skis sticking to the much thicker than usual snow, it was soft beneath my feet, and whenever I wanted to turn, I would just sink down on one foot and lose my balance, making it extremely difficult to do anything. Okay, here we go! I started down, and immediately I found it very hard to balance, not just to the side, but I also felt myself falling backwards as the powder grabbed my skis. Suddenly, Poof! I fell down, after only making one turn, looking like a beginner. “Jason, are you okay?” My dad asks, gliding through the snow effortlessly as he always does. “Yep, all good,” I reply, not wanting for him to think that I am struggling. I got back up, luckily my skis didn’t fall off, and I am able to start skiing again. This time I make three awkward turns before falling again, and again, and again. Soon, my dad caught on that I, in fact, was not doing well, and that I did need help. “In order to ski powder,” he told me, “You must try and put your weight evenly between your skis, not just put weight on one at a time like normal. That way you can stay on top of the thick snow easier.” That had made some sense to me, but not a lot. How am I supposed to turn if I can’t put weight on my skis? Just as expected, when I tried it, I lost control and fell face first into the snow, losing both of my skis and poles in the process. After I manage to put my skis back on, I look up at the beautiful peak of Mt. Baker, with all of its ridges, peaks, and trees, and I realize today might not be as fun as I thought. As it turns out, the start of this day was not fun at all. Not only was I unable to ski in the powder and enjoy it, I also got increasingly more wet and exhausted the more basic runs we went down. Before I knew it
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Thump, Thump, Drag A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV, the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Later that night, the children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stubs of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. www.facebook.com/strngeworld
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✧⋆âș₊ INSOMNIA ⋆âș₊✧ By: Random person (*FYI NOT SMUT* ) “Is sleeping good for you”? That's a question I always ask. I have Insomnia which makes it hard to fall asleep, stay asleep, or get quality sleep. I get all 3 of those, but the good thing is that I get cookies. I’m not really sure why I get cookies before I sleep, because doesn’t it cause cavities? I mean, I brush my teeth, then go to sleep. But, like why? I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Keith. Yeah, KEITH. Such a boring name. My parents could have named me any, and ANY name other than KEITH. They could have named me Bob and I would’ve been happy with that. At least I have a name unlike “ “ yeah the name in quotation marks is their name. It’s literally just 2 spaces. We nickname her Maria because that's what she wants her name to be. She’s depressed and gothic like. Honestly having “ “ is just kinda sad. I feel bad for her. Her birth parents definitely have no creativity. At least she has a last name to replace her real name. Anyways, back to my Insomnia. I f there was a Mr. Beast challenge that is named “ LAST ONE TO GO TO SLEEP WINS!” video I would’ve won the challenge. Honestly at this point I'm bragging about my Insomnia. Let's get to the side effects Chapter 2 is next time (if y'all like it)  *  ⠀.      .          ⠀✩  ˚              * .⠀           .        .      ✩⠀       ,              . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.          ⠀⠀⠀✩ ⠀ ⠀              ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.          . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✩⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.             .ă€€ă€€ă€€ïŸŸ .             .                ✩      ,       . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       *           . .             .   ✩⠀       ,         *      ⠀    ⠀  , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.        ⠀   ⠀.    ˚   ⠀ ⠀    ,      .              .       *⠀  ⠀       ⠀✩⠀        *                  .     .    .               .         ă€€ă€€ă€€Ëšă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ïŸŸă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€ă€€.  .⠀ ⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀,      ✩⠀        àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż àŒŽàș¶â€żàŒŽàș¶ ) save ur inocence
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heyo! /ᐠ ̄  ÌźÂ  Ì„ ᐟ\àž… a new writer here! ill be writing about stories relatd to romance! 12+ only ! search up “_chibi..bunnii” for the stories! ( it may not show up now as i am writing this now on july ) i dont do nsfw or anything inappropriate, i just do my stuff! ( bl/ straight) baii for now and have a nice day ahead! [ note - i might post some sparkles and stuff! ] â‚ŠËšđŸ–‡ïžâœ© ₊˚🎧âŠč♡
đŸ§’đŸ»= Jake đŸ‘ŠđŸŒ = Aiden đŸ‘§đŸœ= Hailey đŸ‘§đŸ»= Lilly đŸ‘©đŸ»= Kate đŸ‘ŠđŸœ= Bradley đŸ‘§đŸŒ= Emma 👧🏿= Juliana 👩🏿= Julian đŸ‘ŠđŸŸ = Braden đŸ‘±đŸŒâ€â™€ïž= Sarah đŸ‘¶đŸŒ= Luke đŸ‘”đŸ» = sub đŸ‘”đŸ» đŸ§’đŸ» Jake: I don’t feel good.. đŸ§’đŸ»đŸ‘ŠđŸŒ đŸ‘§đŸœđŸ‘§đŸ» đŸ‘ŠđŸŒ Aiden: um are you ok đŸ‘§đŸ» Lilly: he looks like he’s gonna puke đŸ‘©đŸ»đŸ‘ŠđŸœ đŸ‘§đŸŒđŸ‘§đŸż đŸ‘”đŸ» sub: your ok just drink water your just trying to get out of school đŸ‘ŠđŸżđŸ‘ŠđŸŸ đŸ‘±đŸŒâ€â™€ïžđŸ‘¶đŸŒ đŸ§’đŸ» Jake: “throws up” đŸ‘ŠđŸŒ Aiden: EW “cries” đŸ‘”đŸ» sub: fake throw up too?! I’m writing you up “slaps 8 times” đŸ‘±đŸŒâ€â™€ïžSarah : “calls principal” đŸ‘±đŸ»â€â™‚ïžprincipal: omg.. “tells security” đŸ‘źđŸ»â€â™€ïž: ma’m you are arrested for child abuse đŸ‘”đŸ»: NOOOOO The end
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:D DUDE: "Hey siri" SIRI: "Yes" DUDE: "Check my bank balance, to see what apple phone I can afford." DUDE 2: *huffs* SIRI: "Apple Juice." DUDE 2: "EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!" XD
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❗Berry Avenue Story❗ I had a friend, Lily. She had the most perfect, straight, blond hair with the most gorgeous pair of chestnut eyes. Everyone loved her- no, they adored her. Every time she walked in the hall, she always left girls complimenting her and boys deeply in love. But for me, it was different. They didn't care about me at all. In fact, they acted like I didn't exist and I wasn't there. Although Lily was popular and all, she was really nice to me and everyone and had good grades. She was a good friend, but I was jealous of her. One day, I invited her to a sleepover, and that's when I took action and made sure she wouldn't be back. Everyone was in shock, they couldn't believe that Lily had died. After that night, the police found her body in a shed. After that, I dated Lily's boyfriend, my long-time crush. After we finally became adults, he proposed to me. I was so excited for our wedding-and it was today. I felt so gorgeous and beautiful in my white pearl wedding dress. Though I did feel a bit of guilt towards Lily. Over these years, I've been trying to do my best to forget about her and move on. Just as we were about to complete the ceremony, a woman wearing a black wedding dress with wilted flowers in her hand walked on the aisle. We were all confused and told her to leave. She was wearing a black veil over her face, and looked down. When she finally looked up and removed her veil, I realized that it was Lily. In terror, I dropped the bouquet and fled. He came up to me and asked what happened. I asked, "You didn't see her?" He was extremely shocked and asked, "What do you mean? See who? Are you imagining things?" Soon, I felt faint and fainted. It was a totally blackout, I couldn't see anything or even move. But I sure was awake. And when I finally was able to open my eyes, I was in a hospital, in one of those hospital gowns. I looked at myself, I was all weak, and wrinkly. A lady there smiled at me and said, "It was great being your nurse. I'm so sorry that you couldn't live any longer." Someone was about to unplug something, and that's when I saw a ghostly figure of Lily and she said, "This is my revenge, you're coming down with me."
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  ◟ ͜ Interested in joining a new fandom    based on the creators OC's?â€ƒê’°àŒàŸ€àœČàŸ€ ÂŽ ᔕ ` àŸâœšê’± àŸ€ â€ƒËŒÍ™â€żà­š ÍĄ ₊ 🎭 Well look no further, because ''Hollows Refuge'' is just that!   ┄ ໒⁀ ᩧàșŒ Gang, we are so small we can fit in a bus... (5 people....)   𓎱 ∘  We have a lot of depth in our characters, some enemies to ❀ lovers dynamics... BUT.. also there are quite 'gorey' & problematic  ‿  ≻ backstories and situations in the future, so if youre not comfortable -with that, I don't suggest joining...💔 https://discord.gg/W9t3VrX95R ⚖ ( ♡ . áŽ—đ“Œ )
story i wrote while in class :p ïœĄïŸŸâ€ąâ”ˆê’°áƒ ♡ à»’ê’±â”ˆâ€ą ïœĄïŸŸ đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜‰đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘜𝘮 𝘋𝘩𝘭đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜© 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘩 đ˜‹đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ź. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘭𝘬𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜șđ˜„đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜ź, đ˜žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘮𝘬đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘬𝘯𝘩𝘩𝘮. 𝘏𝘩𝘳 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜ź đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž, 𝘧𝘳𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Š 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘼 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„. đ˜—đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łâ€”đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱, 𝘍đ˜Ș𝘯𝘭𝘩đ˜ș, 𝘈𝘭𝘩đ˜čâ€”đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜©đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘳𝘩𝘧𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜ș. 𝘡đ˜Ș𝘹𝘹đ˜ș 𝘔𝘱𝘩 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘯𝘰 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘩đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ź . đ˜‰đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜± 𝘭𝘱đ˜ș𝘩𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š, đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ź 𝘹𝘳𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘯 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜€đ˜© 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜Ž, đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘮𝘬đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž, 𝘱 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜č 𝘰𝘧 đ˜šđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł, đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”, 𝘱 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘩𝘮𝘮 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘯𝘩đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ż. đ˜œđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘾. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘮 𝘼𝘩, đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Ż, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ 𝘮𝘼𝘩𝘭𝘭𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮. 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜€đ˜©, 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜±, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘐 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Șđ˜”â€”đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘾𝘩đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜¶đ˜±. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”, đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Ż, đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘹𝘱𝘯 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩, đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘩. đ˜‘đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż, 𝘮𝘭𝘰𝘾𝘭đ˜ș, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„. 𝘈 𝘮𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š. 𝘉𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜ș 𝘱𝘯đ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭. đ˜šđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž. 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź. đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜° 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜žđ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜ș. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩, 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬—𝘼𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜‘đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„. đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜”, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘱đ˜Ș𝘳 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š. 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š, 𝘭đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ž, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Ž. đ˜šđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”. đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘐 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ż 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„. â€œđ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶â€™đ˜­đ˜­ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜© 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„,” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜źđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ž, đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š, đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„. 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘱𝘯𝘮𝘾𝘩𝘳 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”. 𝘖𝘳 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž. “𝘔𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 𝘐 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„,” 𝘐 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș, đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮, đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜Šđ˜”. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘣𝘩𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘼𝘩, đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. â€œđ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘱𝘮𝘬𝘮. 𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱 𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘯𝘮𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘮. 𝘈 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹. 𝘈 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜± 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐’𝘼 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯. 𝘈 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šâ€™đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š. đ˜đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„, 𝘐 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș, â€œđ˜šđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘱𝘳 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș.” 𝘈 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©. 𝘈 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š. 𝘈 đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘐 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘣𝘩𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż, 𝘣𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łâ€” “𝘔𝘩 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.” 𝘍𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘋𝘩𝘭đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜© đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ź. đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł, đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© 𝘰𝘧 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘩 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”. đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘮𝘭𝘰𝘾. đ˜šđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”. 𝘓đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘬đ˜ș. 𝘓đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜”â€™đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘼đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. đ˜đ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šâ€™đ˜Ž đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜± đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜”. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘩 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜© 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜”. 𝘐 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘣𝘩𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘐 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘐 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. 𝘔𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾𝘯. 𝘔𝘱đ˜ș𝘣𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘾𝘱đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š, 𝘾𝘱đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘯đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž. 𝘞𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼, 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘭đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜¶đ˜Ž. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘰 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜¶đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩. đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș. 𝘏𝘩𝘳 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘩𝘳𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘾𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”, đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜§đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š, đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩𝘮 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜© đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©. đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż, 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘩, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘐 𝘮𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Ž. “𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬
” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž, đ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, “𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 đ˜â€™đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.” 𝘔đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž. 𝘏𝘩𝘳 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š, đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘩𝘳𝘮 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ź 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘱𝘹đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩. 𝘐 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘐 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘣𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘮𝘱đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° 𝘱𝘧𝘳𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș. 𝘐 𝘩đ˜čđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Š, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜ș, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘩𝘯, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩, 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Źâ€” “𝘐 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘩.” ïœĄïŸŸâ€ąâ”ˆê’°áƒ ♡ à»’ê’±â”ˆâ€ą ïœĄïŸŸ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me
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