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I'm a rebel, I'm a menace, I'm a one-girl riot Yeah, yeah, yeah Slippin' through the shadows like I'm ultraviolet Yeah, yeah Hearts on the walls, but no love in these streets Appetite for destruction A girl's gotta eat, yeah Devil on my shoulder and it won't be quiet Yeah, Yeah I'm on a path of destruction This is gonna be fun Set it off! Go berserk! Tonight I light it up like fireworks! Burn it down! 'Til all they see is now Red, Red, Red, Red, Red (Woah, woah-oh) (Woah, woah-oh) (Woah, woah-oh) Soldiers at the ready?! (Sir yes, sir!) The Queen is not very friendly (That's for sure!) It's criminal how You follow the crown Fists in the air, boots on the ground I hear the sound and it's getting loud Yellin’ "Red! Red! Red!" I'm breaking in, call the guards Raise the alarm Princess of hearts, lit after dark Off with their heads, leave them for dead Seein’ Red, Red, Red I'm on a path of destruction They gon' think I'm on one Set it off! Go berserk! Tonight I light it up like fireworks! Tear it down, then paint this town Red, Red, Red, Red I don't want my life ruled by some Queen Look into my eyes, see the fire in me Burn it down! 'Til all they see is now Red, Red, Red, Red, Red Up all night! (Right, left, right!) Never question orders! (Or we’ll pay the price!) Protect the Queen's borders (Remember what she said!) It's either off with their head Or it's off with our heads! Get the girl, Get the girl, Get the girl, Get the girl! (Woah, woah-oh) She's painting our whole world (She's painting our whole world!) She's painting our whole world! RED! I don't want my life ruled by some Queen Look into my eyes, see the fire in me Burn it down! 'Til all they see is now Red, Red, Red, Red, Red (Woah, woah) Off with their head, Red! (Woah, woah) Off with their head, Red! (Woah, woah) Off with their head, Red

⋆⁺₊⋆ species dysphoria sucks ⋆⁺₊⋆ like if u agree-⃝⃤

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.

→ Conservative Treatment Philosophy ←

CONCEPTKIN.💭🫧.♡ ̆̈ WE DESERVE TO BE KNOWN.

𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒜𝓇ℯ 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒹

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

https://www.sheknows.com/health-and-wellness/articles/2148908/study-unnecessary-pap-smears-teens/

💟 WHAT MIGHT BE EASIER FOR YOU MIGHT NOT BE SO EASY FOR ME 💟

https://www.acpjournals.org/doi/10.7326/M14-0701

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

🐈🏡🧶🥟🥠

Half of the antibodies generated by the tetanus vaccine may last up to 14 years, which is longer than previously thought, van Oers says. (This is known as the half-life.) But some people produce fewer antibodies than others, he notes. Antibodies don't tell the full story either, he explains. "Your body will also remember tetanus, even if you are low on antibodies," he says. "Your body will immediately see it as foreign, and then your B-cells, which are antibody-manufacturing cells, will crank out antibodies as soon as the threat comes on."

🐾-⃝⃤𝓗𝓲, 𝓘’𝓶 𝓪 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷-⃝⃤🐾

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DID YOU KNOW the Tetanus vaccine lasts 14~30 yrs against lockjaw: you can get vaccinated every decade or so…

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‘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.

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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.

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https://psychcentral.com/autism/conditions-associated-with-autism

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?"

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.

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

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sign your name if you support: -alterhumans (therian, otherkin, fictionkin, etc.) -furries -lgbtqia+ -BLM / ALM -UAZ (United Against Zoophiles) Sign here! ⤵ I'll go first! hunter!! / _bug.bonez_ Rät / ⋆.˚✮Xx-Thyme.0n.Pawz-xX✮˚.⋆! >_< Taiga / Autisticbaby101 (TT/YT) ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

i can finally come out on here, as it's anonymous !!! i am demonkin, endermankin, c!ranboofictkin and r800fictkin i use a lot of pronouns to most people but secretly my favourites are ran/boo/ranbooself, fizz/fizzie/fizzieself, and i/me/myself i use 1000+ xenogenders and coin a lot myself i love ranboolive and learning about disasters and crystals i really want to be a teacher when i leave school i am also an aspiring webcomic artist and author i have adhd (dx), anxiety, rsd, maladaptive daydream, and possibly some kind of joint disorder (self dx) i am also transmasc, and use achillean as an auxiliary orientation but have a very specific orientation in reality i am a femboy, alt, like cyber aesthetics, and one day i'm gonna be a star !!! my name is zephyr <3

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𝖡ɑ𝗋ƙ ɑ𝗍 υડ ɑᥣᥣ ɣ𝗈υ ⍵ɑ𐓣𝗍, 𝗍𝗁౿ 𝗍𝗁ꪱᜒ𐓣𝗀 ꪱᜒડ ꪱᜒ𝗍’ડ ౿ოᑲɑ𝗋𝗋ɑડડꪱᜒ𐓣𝗀, ɕɑυડ౿ ⍵౿’𝗋౿ 𐓣𝗈𝗍 ᑲɑ𝗋ƙꪱᜒ𐓣𝗀 ᑲɑɕƙ. .... ／＞-🌱-フ 　　　　　| 　_　 _ l 　 　　　／` ミ＿xノ 　　 　 /　　　 　 | 　　　 /　 ヽ　　 ﾉ 　／￣|　　 |　 |   | 　| (￣ヽ＿_ヽ__) _) -⃝⃤ 　＼二つ

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.

Things anti therians need to understand - Barking at us won't do anything. it just makes you look like an idiot - We are NOT furries. - We are still human. So saying "It's hunting season" Kind of counts as a threat - We know we are human. saying "your not an animal" Is not gonna do anything - So what if were "Weird" Why should you care. - No, we do not act like animals all the time. - And for the anti-dragon puppeteers, Just because someone makes dragon puppets does not mean they are a therian or furry - We do not walk around on a leash and eat pet food. - the only thing wrong with this generation is YOU 👂🏻🐹

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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.

2:08 PM ꒰͡⠀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀͡꒱ I know you made fresh new years revolutions, but in the end you can barely check out half of them. To avoid this create very specific goals, for example if you want to read more, write: “read 10 books this year, so 2 each month”, this will not only help you reach your goal but to succeed it. This works for manifestation too.

3:20 PM 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔..𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 "𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅" ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏,𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐: 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚.(𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔: 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒕𝒄.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄.˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ -xoxo pretty girl˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆.

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 .

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.

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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.”

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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.

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-⃝⃤ 𓃦⨺⃝𖦹𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊⋆˚🐾˖°𓃥☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𓃠༺☆༻-⃝⃤🐈‍⬛🐾𓃢𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮/ᐠ - ˕ -マ𓆣𓃮★彡𓃦 ⋆｡° ✮𖤐:3꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘(𓁹 𓁹)✰𓃠: -⃝⃤ :𓃠✰𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🐾 -⃝⃤🐾-⃝⃤🐈‍⬛🐾*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆⨺⃝ NAME ⨺⃝𓆏‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⨺⃝ 🪶🌿🍃❦therian☽𖠄𓃦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆꩜≽ ^ • ⩊ • ^ ≼✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧🍃⃝⃤🦊🐾『𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐫』 🐾☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𓃢⛥╶⃝⃤-⃝⃤╺⃝⃤⨺⃝𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊✮🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤🐾🕸🍂🍄🪶𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊🅜🅔🅞🅦⚝𖤐⨺⃝☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✿𑁍𓆩♡𓆪𓆑•ﻌ•☘️🌱☘🍂🍁🍂✨✮🐾🪴̤̮ㅤᵕ̈〰⟡🌳❦₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.✧𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊🪶🌿🍃🌿๋࣭ ⭑♪°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪶↟🦋𓇢𓆸₊ ⊹૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა꩜૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆☾🐺☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓𓆈༄₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.⋆˚🐾˖°‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆★✮⋆˙𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆𓆲⭒‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ⚝🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★-⃝⃤

🐾...𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪...💔 ¯`••._.•𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃.•._.••`¯ ~🦊🐾༄｡˚🌱|name|🌱˚｡༄🐾🐺~ ~♂♀⚧｡˚|pro/nouns|˚｡⚧♀♂~ ~🐾🌿🦊🐺˖⁺‧|theriotype[s]|‧⁺˖🐺🦊🌿🐾~ ~༄｡˚🌱˖⁺‧|age|‧⁺˖🌱˚｡༄~ ~✦❤️₊˚.✿⋆☾|likes|⋆✿.˚₊❤️✦~ ~=_.-^💔⸝⸝|dislikes|⸝⸝💔^-._=~ ~🎧▶︎•၊၊|||၊||။||0:10♪|fave songs|♫🎧~ ~ⁿⁱᵇᵇˡᵉⁿᵒᵐˢ(•⤙•)|fave foods|(•⤙•)ⁿⁱᵇᵇˡᵉⁿᵒᵐˢ~ ~🏳️‍🌈🫶🏼💕|sexuality and taken/single|💕🫶🏼🏳️‍🌈~ ~🐾*🌱(+other notes+)🌿*🐾~ ~+𝕨𝓮𝖑𝕔𝓸𝖒𝕖 𝓽𝖔 𝕥𝓱𝖊 𝕖𝓷𝖉 𝕠𝓯 𝖒𝕪 𝓫𝖎𝕠!+~ 🎀+𝒷𝑒𝒻♡𝓇𝑒 𝓎♡𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈❣+🎀 (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づʚ♡ɞ

ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!

cam you remember.... 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍.... ⋆˚🐾˖°🦋🌈⨺⃝ 🪶🌿🍃

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜

-⃝⃤🐾✡(NAME)✡🐾-⃝⃤ ‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆im running with my paws~‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ 🐾im braking all the laws🐾 -⃝⃤when your an animal...-⃝⃤ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.its super magical~₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. |reminder to all therians/otherkins:ignore the people who say we are wierdos who need help because....THEY ARE WIERD! 🐾𓃥𓃦𓆏🪶🐾🕸🍂🍄🪶-⃝⃤⨺⃝𓃬𓃭🐕🍃⃝⃤🦊🐰ྀི✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!🐩𓃦 ~° * ⋆˚🐾˖°

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╶⃝⃤welcome to the therian community╶⃝⃤ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ (name) !✨ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ (kintype/otherkin/theirotype) !🦊✨ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ (pronouns) !?☁️ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ (fav food) ..?🎧 ˚★ (text, text, text, text, text, text, text, text, text.)🪐 made by: Person~ on yt! (pls give creds if you use!!^^)╺⃝⃤₊˚⊹🦊🐾╺⃝⃤₊˚⊹🦊🐾╺⃝⃤₊˚⊹🦊🐾╺⃝⃤₊˚⊹🦊🐾🐲

🟥⬛🟥🐺🚫 = the actual wrong thing in "this generation"

🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦 🟪🟦🟦⬛️🟦🟦 🟦🟦🟪🟦🟦⬜️⬜️ 🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟨🟨🟨 ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ╰┈➤ ηαмє🐾 ╰┈➤ P̧͕̒̊͘r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍s̠҉͍͊ͅ ╰┈➤ Ŧħɇɍɨøŧɏᵽɇ 🍃 ╰┈➤ Ⓕⓐⓥⓞⓡⓘⓣⓔ ⓢⓞⓝⓖ 🐕 ╰┈➤ ғₐᵥₒᵣᵢₜₑ ʗₒₗₒᵣ🌸 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── (Made by Jagger the therian 💙)

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Hi everyone!! I've seen some people chatting on here so i decided to give it a whirl!! check out my yt @B0xxT0p5 tysm!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

╶⃝⃤🐾『𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐫』 🐾╶⃝⃤

🦇🦅 i used to have wings.. but now, they are gone.“

Alice's Story Alice Kilvert, aged 15, died on Tuesday, 26th November 1991 of tampon-related Toxic Shock Syndrome at Trafford General Hospital, Manchester. Alice's symptoms were initially very mild and did not cause any undue concern. On the Sunday prior to her dEAth she complained of a headache which persisted, but eased with aspirin. During Sunday evening she was able to watch television, but she was sick͞ during the night. Although very pale on Monday morning, she went to school in order to start her mock GCSE exams, but was taken home as she appeared to be developing influenza.. Alice went sraight to bed and by tea time she had a slight temperature. At 7pm she was alert enough to talk about the early evening TV she had missed, but by 10pm she seemed vague and confused and a little faint. The next morning Alice's breathing was shallow and she had a higher temperature, so the emergency doctor was called. The doctor phoned for an ambulance for Alice to be taken to hospıtal, but when the ambulance staff tested for bľood pressure, it was so low it hardly registered. She arrived at hospıtal at 9am and her condition was diagn0sed as either TOXIC SHOCK SYNDROME or meningitis, and treatment began. She was taken into Intensive Care and put onto a ventilator as her breathing was giving cause for concern. However, the strain on her heart brought on two cardiac arrests. She did not recover from the second one and died at 1pm. http://www.tamponalert.org.uk/akta/alicesst.htm

it’s okay if … ⁀➴ you do nothing some days ⁀➴ you made a mistake ⁀➴ you struggle to accept help ⁀➴ you are overthinking it ⁀➴ you are not there yet ⁀➴ you keep your ideas to yourself ⁀➴ you aren’t yet ready to change

In memory of Alice 26th September 1997, 1:00am One day 15-year-old Alice Kilvert was revising for her mock GCSEs. The next she was đeađ. Toxic Shock Syndrome was to blame. Now her teacher mother has sworn that no other schoolgirl should meet the same fate. Reva Klein reports. It was the night before her moc͞k GCSEs at Urmston Grammar School in Manchester that 15-year-old Alice Kilvert complained of aches. Her parents Jenny and Peter weren’t unduly concerned and saw her off to school the next day. Thirty-six hours later, while her schoolmates were fighting the butterflies in their stomachs before their next exam, Alice was fıghtıng for her life in intensive care. She lost the figEht. Doctors unequivocally cited Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) as the cause of dEath. Alice had been menstruating and using tampons when she became ıll. Six years on, Alice’s geology teacher mother is an expert on Toxic Shock Syndrome. Since they lost their daughter, she and Peter have been collecting information about TSS from medical experts and survivors of the disease, adapting it into digestible form for school nurses and teachers, and disseminating it from their home. She has made a video, taken on the manufacturers of tampons to make their information to users more readable and works tirelessly for a Tampon Safety Bill to be introduced in Parliament. Jenny set up the Alice Kilvert Tampon Alert as an information service and campaign “almost immediately after Alice’s dEath. We wanted to use her story to warn̵ other people.” But there are no “shock horror” warnings. “We’ve been very careful about how we present information,” says Jenny. “We don’t want to lose a dialogue with people who want to use tampons. So we’re not saying ‘don’t use tampons because my daughter died’, because people wouldn’t listen and nobody likes being told what to do. Instead, we tell the facts and how to minimise the risks, and then let them make up their own minds.” The risks are small - and figures are difficult to establish since TSS is not a notifiable disease. But according to the Public Health Laboratory Service there are around 40 cases in the UK each year. Only 18 are “confirmed” or “probable”, and, of these, two or three are fatal. Sixty per cent of TSS sufferers are under 25. Dr Sarah Brewer of the Toxic Shock Syndrome Information Service - funded by tampon manufacturers - says only half the total cases are associated with tampon use. The others, affecting men, children and non-menstruating women, are the result of burns, boils, insect bites or surgerıes. The dısease is caused by toxin-producing strains of the staphylococcus aureus bacterium, harboured in the bodies of between 4 and 10 per cent of people. A 1986 paper in the US Journal of Adolescent Health Care by Dr Lawrence D’Angelo offers insights into the possible dangers. “Teens who use tampons have a risk of TSS that is greater than women who are older and use the same feminine hygiene products,” he says. Research cited in the Toxic Shock Syndrome Information Service literature says that between 5 and 15 per cent of 10 to 19-year-old girls have low levels of antibodies to the toxins produced by the staph bacterla. Jenny Kilvert is clear about what the data means in real terms. “For a lot of young women, tampons will be safe to use. But for some girls, using one for a couple of hours will set off the toxıc reaction because they don’t have immunity.” The Kilverts and their campaign partners, the Women’s Environmental Network, are concerned at the targeting of young women by tampon manufacturers, with adverts showing tampons as the great liberator of young womankind - day and night. “The evidence shows that the higher the absorbency of tampons, the higher the risk,” says Jenny. The Toxic Shock Syndrome Information Service recommends that women use the lowest absorbency tampons suitable to their needs. It says that the rısk of tampon-related TSS rises with greater tampon absorbency. “But in the UK, absorbencies aren’t standardised,” says Jenny Kilvert. “Our campaign believes that, to minimise risk, you should change a tampon every four to six hours - including the middle of the night - and use the lowest absorbency possible.” Evidence from Dr Jeffrey Parsonet of the Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Centre in Lebanon, New Hampshire, also indicates that continuous tampon use over 24 hours increases the rısk In other words, if you use a tampon at night, you should use a sanitary towel for part of the previous and following day. Jenny Kilvert took early retirement last year and now works as a part-time supply teacher. Yet she is busier than ever. She gets up to a dozen requests a week for leaflets from health promotion units working in primary and secondary schools as well as from individuals. And then there is the campaigning work. Last week she met Tessa Jowell, Minister of Public Health, who will now speak to tampon manufacturers about the use of all-night tampons. Her department will also be liaising with the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists to confirm the medical profession’s view on all-night tampon use. The campaign is an important part of Jenny’s life. “This has certainly been therapeutic for us,” she admits. “It allows us to talk about Alice, to keep her spirit alive. Through the campaign I’ve gone to places and met people I would have never met before. “Every year, we have a party on Alice’s birthday with TSS surviv0rs and the families of those who haven’t survived. But I try to make sure the campaign doesn’t take over every single minute.” For details of resources, contact Jenny Kilvert, Alice Kilvert Tampon Alert, 16 Blinco Road, Urmston, Manchester M41 9NF

hurt/comfort (fandom slang) A genre of fan fiction in which a character receives comfort from another after or while suffering injury, illness, or a traumatic experience. H/C stories appeal to readers in different ways. While genres for these stories range from drama to mystery, many stories are classified by their authors as romances or as “hurt/comfort” stories. Hurt/comfort is a fanwork genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. A great trope if you want to bring two characters closer together, or if you want to show how deep their relationship goes.

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.”

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.

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...

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.”

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‘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...