proof
Discord: sbt5634
Add me on discord and ask anything you want, the offer you got and maybe we make something work out. I don't bite!!!
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🦈FREE GAMES AFTER THE BOOST IS DONE ON MULTIPLE RANKS BOOSTS🦈
🦈 WE USE VPN AND OFFLINE MODE AND DO NOT CHARGE EXTRA FOR IT!!!🦈
🦈CHAT DISABLED FOR SOLO BOOSTS AND SAME SUMMONERS AS THE CLIENT🦈
🕵️‍♀️We offer INCOGNITO BOOSTING which means that the booster will play on different accounts for MAXIMUM discretion. You can ask us on discord for more details. 🕵️‍♀️
🦈 At your request SOLO BOOSTS can be STREAMED on discord or twitch on anonymous accounts so that the client can LEARN and see everything we do on the account for MAXIMUM SECURITY 💯
🦈I boost all day long so we finish fast with high win rate🦈
Hello guys.
Me and a friend , both challenger solo queue monsters decided to give some help to those in need with climbing for a fair price. We can cover every role but preferably Jungle, Support and ADC. Also we offer duo boosting for those who want to play with the booster and learn from them. We offer general tips and tricks for an easier climb and a better time on the rift. For SOLO boost we disable chat and keep the summoner spells as the client and use vpn and offline mode if the client asks for it.
If you want to join as a BOOSTER in my team you need to have been challenger with proof and play 1-2 games in high elo live. Msg me on discord so we schedule it.
Just add us on discord and we will talk out what is a fair price for both you and me💰
Server: NA, EUW, EUNE
Discord: sbt5634
Vouch Post : https://www.reddit.com/Lolboosting/comments/11bfq6o/vouch_thread_for_usharky16x/

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Discord: sbt5634
Add me on discord and ask anything you want, the offer you got and maybe we make something work out. I don't bite!!!
🦈WE LOVE LOYAL CLIENTS SO WE GIVE DISCOUNTS FOR RECURRING CLIENTS🦈
🦈FREE GAMES AFTER THE BOOST IS DONE ON MULTIPLE RANKS BOOSTS🦈
🦈 WE USE VPN AND OFFLINE MODE AND DO NOT CHARGE EXTRA FOR IT!!!🦈
🦈CHAT DISABLED FOR SOLO BOOSTS AND SAME SUMMONERS AS THE CLIENT🦈
🕵️‍♀️We offer INCOGNITO BOOSTING which means that the booster will play on different accounts for MAXIMUM discretion. You can ask us on discord for more details. 🕵️‍♀️
🦈 At your request SOLO BOOSTS can be STREAMED on discord or twitch on anonymous accounts so that the client can LEARN and see everything we do on the account for MAXIMUM SECURITY 💯
🦈I boost all day long so we finish fast with high win rate🦈
Hello guys.
Me and a friend , both challenger solo queue monsters decided to give some help to those in need with climbing for a fair price. We can cover every role but preferably Jungle, Support and ADC. Also we offer duo boosting for those who want to play with the booster and learn from them. We offer general tips and tricks for an easier climb and a better time on the rift. For SOLO boost we disable chat and keep the summoner spells as the client and use vpn and offline mode if the client asks for it.
If you want to join as a BOOSTER in my team you need to have been challenger with proof and play 1-2 games in high elo live. Msg me on discord so we schedule it.
Just add us on discord and we will talk out what is a fair price for both you and me💰
Server: NA, EUW, EUNE
Discord: sbt5634
Vouch Post : https://www.reddit.com/Lolboosting/comments/11bfq6o/vouch_thread_for_usharky16x/

I'm actually pretty sure that he is immortal in terms of his feats that he has done in the old Disney comics from before the original series and the reboot. I thought back to his appearance on Death Battle when they were talking about how he accidentally found the fountain of youth when he was in the jungle and he drank from a stream that was the fountain of youth. Could I be wrong about it?

Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
“And you only thought to mention that now!” Rene screamed at her.
“Not my fault you’re as deaf as a dingbat,” she smarmily replied.
“Oh, shit on it!” he swore.
Rene laced up his boots in a fury of motion, balling up his tattered socks and shoving them in his pockets. Snatching up his sheathed sword and the survival kit, he kicked dirt over the remains of the fire and started to run back into the jungle. Then he did a double take and turned back to Zildiz who was still bound to the sapling, clearly torn between his sense of duty and the urge to save his own skin. His captive on her part was behaving as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Have you finally reached the inevitable conclusion of your thought processes?” she yawned.
“What?”
It was Zildiz’s turn to roll her eyes at him.
“I’ll help you along this once, since we haven’t the time to wait on your mental faculties. There’s only one way you’re making it out of this alive. Untie me.”
“Like blazes I will. You’ll gut me soon as you got the chance.”
“I know a place where we can hide. I camouflaged it myself. We won’t be able to escape leapers in the brush, not in the daytime, and not with eyes like theirs. My lair is the only option. If you cut me loose, I can get us there with minutes to spare. If not, you can always try outrunning them.”
Rene fumed. She had deliberately concealed this information to give him no time to think things through. By rights, as her captor, he was under no obligation to ensure her continued survival.
But she was also unerringly correct in her assessment of the situation. Rene advanced on her with an ugly snarl, drawing his sword. Zildiz calmly stared him down, ‘cool as some cucumbers’, as Lethway would have put it.
The drums were getting louder by the moment. He cut her free and Zildiz turned her back to him, presenting her bound wrists and looking at him expectantly over her shoulder.
“Absolutely not. Your arms stay tied. Chop-chop!” he said, shooing her onwards, “Lead the way.”
“I can’t run like this. Either remove the silk completely or we’re not getting anywhere.”
“You ever heard of a little thing called compromise?” Rene’s temper was so frayed at this point that his voice came out in a high squeak, “Alright! Fine! But your wings stay clipped.”
“They don’t work anyway.”
“Not taking that chance. Your blades. Pop em out.”
“Why?”
Rene vented a cry of hysterical frustration and activated the sword, holding it in both hands as if he meant to lop off her head.
“Pop em out right now, or by jimbo I’m taking em off at the elbow!”
Zildiz reluctantly complied, her serrated swords sliding out of their housings. General truce or not, she knew that the Leapers would take any chance to murder a Gallivant if they thought they thought could do it unobserved. Especially once they discovered what she had done to Kryptus and his pack. She had to get moving, even if it meant debasing herself this way.
But she immediately regretted her choice when Rene promptly snipped her swords off at the roots.
“What have you done!” Zildiz screamed as her weapons clattered to the ground. She whirled on him in outrage and Rene took a hasty step back, hefting his sword warningly.
“Don’t be overdramatic,” Rene said, scooping up the blades and chucking them into the survival kit for future use, “I’ve only disarmed you. You’ll get them back later, if you behave.”
He cut the bindings of her arms and gave her a shove.
“What are you waiting for? Ice Cream Day? Beat your feet!” he ordered.
The pair set off with Zildiz stumbling ahead, Rene dogging her heels. Ahead of them he could hear what sounded like a mutter of a rolling avalanche, the thumping growing ever more distinct as the hordes of unseen savages neared their position. Each staccato drumbeat was answered by another that varied in rhythm and pitch.
Rene was reminded of the whistles, bugles, bagpipes and drummer-boys which helped commanders give signals to line infantry regiments amid to roar of battle. If the Leaper tribes were holding a long-distance conversation, then he dearly hoped that he and Zildiz were not topic of their discussion.
Zildiz hissed in pain when she slipped and jammed her foot into a crack between the stones. Rene placed his hands on her waist to help heave her out, but she twisted out of his grip and growled at him. They eyed each other warily until her good sense won out and she allowed him to help by gouging out the rocks and digging out her ankle. They ran on, Zildiz moving with a noticeable limp that was slowing them both down. She was clearly struggling to support the added weight of her useless exomorph.
“Are we close?” he demanded of her. Zildiz was all but running on all fours, hellbent on reaching shelter as the sinister percussions rebounded through the fog, multiplying the effect so that it seemed the whole jungle was alive with them.
She’s just too slow! Rene realized. So he did the only thing he could think of and seized the woman from behind. Zildiz kicked and screeched a little, but soon lost the energy to do even that as he bundled her up in a fireman’s carry and hurried on. Stars above, she was heavy! Thankfully they were mostly moving downhill, which spared him a lot of effort.
“Just point the way. I’ll get us there,” he panted. There was no time to argue. He barreled into the heart of the fog and felt smooth pebbles clattering under his boots and heard the trickle of nearby rapids. They were back on the river’s edge, he realized.
Zildiz guided his steps until they reached a tall outcropping of red and white granite. It was topped by a pile of flotsam that’d been deposited by some past flooding. Or so it seemed.
“Here,” said the Gallivant as they climbed to its summit. She pulled aside the pile of detritus and revealed a spacious burrow cunningly disguised and cozily constructed. Rene hopped down after Zildiz and she closed the hatch of dead vegetation over them, plunging the pit into a sudden gloom. When Rene’s eyes finally adjusted, he gave a grunt of recognition. Lining the sides of the burrow was the big tent cloth that had slowed the seedpod’s plummeting descent.
“Where’d you get this?” he asked Zildiz, poking at it.
“From the same current that washed me up on the shore,” she said, “Now shut your breathing hole. The hairs on their bodies are like ears. They can sense the tiniest vibrations…”
Rene tore open a rent in the tent material and scrabbled at the stones until he had a spyhole that was just large enough for him to squint out into the smoggy murk. The avalanche of motion was upon them now, so close it made the sluggish river quiver like a spoonful of bone marrow.
As if emerging straight from the bowels of the netherworld there came rushing out of the fog a horde of ravening beasts. On countless pads and claws and hooves they skittered, hopped, crawled or bounded across the torrid current.
Rene saw herds of reptilian frillheads, the bone spurs on the herbivores’ backs rattling like sabers as they made the crossing, closely pursued by packs of buzzing daggergnats that sank their lance-like proboscises into their flanks, cruelly goading them on. Flightless chiroptadons beat on their hairless chests and swung along on the knuckles of their vestigial wing arms. Ten-meter tall ultrapods crashed through the brush and flattened whole trees with their hammerhead antlers. Swarms of rodents, timid fawnmice, flocks of birds, squealing quickpigs, rolling pollies and a host of new species he’d never even dreamed of fled before the larger animals.
Guiding the stampede northward were bands of Leapers. Most soared above the ethereal mists on airfoils of thin-sown silk streaming behind the. Others strung out ziplines between the trees and slid down them with the claws on their feet. The largest Leapers had bright colorations on their underbellies and the sides of their humps, orange and green spots upon which they had painted garish tribal signs. Rene saw swirling suns and grinning devils, or eyes pierced through with barbs and weeping tears of blood. Adolescents and children rode in pouches on the backs of their elders, beating the drums they had woven tight across their knees.
Rene curled himself into a ball and tried his hardest not to exist. For what seemed an eternity the dread host bellowed and crashed around their hiding place, until at last the drums slowly receded in the distance.
“How many?” Zildiz prodded him.
“Too many,” Rene whispered, “Armies of them, all moving with one purpose.”
“It has summoned the kindreds to the Dawning Chambers,” Zildiz told him. The Gallivant knelt at the bottom of the pit and scraped out a hole in the gravel which quickly filled with water, “The god has been roused to anger, and the world shall quake at its passing. It will come for your people, and when It is done, it shall be as though they never were at all. Not even the mute stones shall bear witness to their memory. For nothing will remain of them but dust and bones. Dust and bones.”
Having said her bit, Zildiz bent down and lapped up the water with her tongue.
Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road

With MSI wrapped up, I decided to make a quiz for MSI viewers. There's 20 total questions. How many can you get out of twenty?
CHAMPION QUESTIONS

• Q: Which champions had the highest presence (pick/ban percentage)?
  • A: Kalista and Senna at 91%
• Q: Of champions with >3 games played, which champion had the highest winrate?
  • A: Ornn was played in 13 games and won 12 of those games, averaging a 91% winrate.
• Q: Which toplane champion averaged the most GPM?
  • A: Twisted Fate averaged 457 GPM. Passive diff.
• Q: Of junglers with >3 games player, which one had the highest DPM?
  • A: Nidalee with 627 DPM. Without the number of games restriction restriction, the highest DPM champion would be Karthus at 808 DPM.
• Q: Of champions with >3 games played, which champion had the worst winrate?
  • A: Rell was picked 6 times and lost all 6 games, thus achieving a 0% winrate.
• Q: Which champion was most banned?
  • A: Vi was banned 47 times and only picked 12 times. Senna came in second, being banned 46 times.
• Q: Which two roles had the most champion diversity?
  • A: Jungle and support both had 23 unique picks.
• Q: Of champions with >3 games played, which champion had the highest DPM?
  • A: Corki with 951 DPM across 14 games. Lucian trailed behind a close 2nd with 920 DPM across 18 games.

TEAM QUESTIONS

• Q: Which team averaged the longest game duration?
  • A: Gen.G eSports averaged 34:38 minute games. They also averaged the most kills (17.4) per game and most towers taken (7.5).
• Q: Which team topped kill/death ratio, GPM and GDM (gold differential/min)?
  • A: G2 eSports topped this with 1.38 KD, 1936 GPM, 149 GDM.
• Q: Which team had the highest dragon take percentage?
  • A: Top eSports with 64.2% took the lead here.
• Q: Which team had the highest first blood percentage?
  • A: BLG eSports with a percentage of 59.1% first bloods.

PLAYER QUESTIONS

• Q: Of players who made it to the bracket stage, which player had the highest CSM, DMG% and DPM?
  • A: Gen.G Chovy averaged 864 DPM, 32.2% DMG% and 9.3 CSM.
• Q: Which player had the highest KDA? Hint:this player also broke the international tournament kill record
  • A: Gen.G Peyz topped MSI averaging 6.3 KDA beating out Chovy with a 5.7 KDA. Unsurprisingly, after dropping a 28 kill game, Peyz also averaged the highest average kills per game at 6.9.
• Q: Which toplaner dealt the highest DMG%?
  • A: FQ Bwipo at 23.2%.
• Q: Which two junglers averaged the highest GPM?
  • A: T1 Oner and G2 Yike both averaged 365 GPM?
• Q: Which player had the lowest KDA?
  • A: EST Zothve averaged a 0.7 KDA. He was the only player this MSI to have a sub-one KDA.
• Q: Excluding play-ins, which player averaged the most number of deaths per game?
  • A: BLG On averaged 4.0 deaths per game.

VIEWERSHIP QUESTIONS

• Q: Which was the most viewed series of the MSI tournament? (excluding Chinese platforms)
  • A: T1 vs BLG (lower bracket finals) with 2,829,728 viewers came number one, beating out GENG vs BLG (grand finals) with 2,616,116 viewers.
• Q: Which MSI Twitch stream had highest peak viewers?
  • A: Caedrel: 212k on 17 May streaming T1 vs G2. (source)

(Data taken from Esports Charts, gol.gg, and twitchtracker)

Hey all, I'm a former software engineer who's getting into high school ed as an instructor. Budget TBD, though I'd like to keep it under a couple thousand.
I have a vision of having a programmable console I could use to activate preset lighting and sound scenes and wanted to get a good idea of what products I should look into (or perhaps avoid). If I'm thinking about this the wrong way or taking an non-ideal approach then do let me know.
Here are some of the experiences I want to create, some are far out but roll with me:

• DnD-like fantasy environment with cave visuals around the classroom with the sound of rain and thunder in the background.
• One button press dims the lights and puts a hard spotlight on a student who's saying something interesting
• Playing gameshow sound effects to accent a good idea/answer
• Projecting stars on the walls or ceiling
• Simply having warmer and more welcoming whole-room lighting so we don't need to use sterile fluorescent overhead lighting.

Going to list my ideas for how to accomplish these below. Note that I'm not necessarily trying to do all of these at once, I just want to see what's possible.
These are needs for visual:

• Be able to illuminate a 400sqft space. Doesn't have to fill the entire room with light but whatever visual effects that get produced should be visible throughout the class
• Visuals are programmable/controllable over network. It's okay if it's a local network I need to setup separately but I would prefer to stay within wifi or bluetooth protocol-wise.

For visuals I was considering a couple different ideas:

• Network-controllable colored lights
• Ceiling mounted 360 projector I could use to paint the walls (e,g. project a jungle or castle environment)
• A desk/floowall mounted projector to throw images on the ceiling (e.g. rain clouds or sun).
• Programmable ceiling-mounted gimbled spotlight that can be configured to points to pre-set spots in the classroom.

These are my needs for Audio:

• Be able to fill a 400sqft space with audio (60-70Db max)
• Ideally can be mounted to a wall or perhaps some kind of rig/poll
• Don't want to disturb other classes with low frequencies so speakers with narrow freq response are totally fine.

For audio I was exploring:

• 2 speakers mounted at the front of the class
• 4 speaker surround at each corner

Needs for controls/console:

• Something I could put in a backpack and take with me
• Would love buttons with dynamic/digital labels
• It's okay if audio volume/mix controls are separate from visual controls but I'd like to be able to have a one-button press control the start and stop of simultaneous visual and audio effects.

Ideas for controls/console:

• I was thinking of using a Stream Deck

Classroom info:

• Drop ceiling
• 400sqft rectangle
• No exterior facing windows

Infernal Wolves is expanding and looking to fill multiple roles and positions
List of open positions:
Jungle for A-Team
Jungle for B-Team
Toplane for B-Team
Elo requirement is Diamond - 500 LP peak.
A bit of information about the team and what we are looking for:
The long-term goal is to go for EU Masters and a higher competitive level. So in other words we are looking for serious and committed players who want a future in E-sports. Short-term goal is to go for leagues and tournaments while we focus on improving individually and as a team. As such all players must take and learn from constructive criticism well. If you are a player just looking to have some fun in a 5 man setting, not sure you have the time to commit to the weekly scrims and reviews or don't aim for the higher competitive levels, then this is not the team for you.
We are looking for good mentality and potential for improvement in our players.
Because of that, we take longer than other organizations to try out since we want to make sure that we get the right fit.
You have to have the time and commitment for at least 3-4 sessions a week, which are going to be:
Clash
Scrims
VOD reviews
Tournaments
What we offer:
A good environment to help you improve your individual gameplay as much as team play.
Coaching: both team and individual
Help with streaming and Youtube content
A chance at a competitive E-sports future.
If you are interested, DM me on discord ( sc1lz )

Discord: sbt5634
Add me on discord and ask anything you want, the offer you got and maybe we make something work out. I don't bite!!!
🦈WE LOVE LOYAL CLIENTS SO WE GIVE DISCOUNTS FOR RECURRING CLIENTS🦈
🦈FREE GAMES AFTER THE BOOST IS DONE ON MULTIPLE RANKS BOOSTS🦈
🦈 WE USE VPN AND OFFLINE MODE AND DO NOT CHARGE EXTRA FOR IT!!!🦈
🦈CHAT DISABLED FOR SOLO BOOSTS AND SAME SUMMONERS AS THE CLIENT🦈
🕵️‍♀️We offer INCOGNITO BOOSTING which means that the booster will play on different accounts for MAXIMUM discretion. You can ask us on discord for more details. 🕵️‍♀️
🦈 At your request SOLO BOOSTS can be STREAMED on discord or twitch on anonymous accounts so that the client can LEARN and see everything we do on the account for MAXIMUM SECURITY 💯
🦈I boost all day long so we finish fast with high win rate🦈
Hello guys.
Me and a friend , both challenger solo queue monsters decided to give some help to those in need with climbing for a fair price. We can cover every role but preferably Jungle, Support and ADC. Also we offer duo boosting for those who want to play with the booster and learn from them. We offer general tips and tricks for an easier climb and a better time on the rift. For SOLO boost we disable chat and keep the summoner spells as the client and use vpn and offline mode if the client asks for it.
If you want to join as a BOOSTER in my team you need to have been challenger with proof and play 1-2 games in high elo live. Msg me on discord so we schedule it.
Just add us on discord and we will talk out what is a fair price for both you and me💰
Server: NA, EUW, EUNE
Discord: sbt5634
Vouch Post : https://www.reddit.com/Lolboosting/comments/11bfq6o/vouch_thread_for_usharky16x/

When I was in junior high a transfer student arrived in the middle of the semester; a kid that was different from everyone else. Right away he had caught my eye, in fact he caught everyone's attention because he had a very unique disability; he couldn’t speak. I guess you could say he was deaf, though it was clear to me after getting to know him that he could in fact hear; every word spoken to him was understood with simple nods or gestures; facial expressions contorting into understood language; so I guess he was mute; yeah, that would describe him best. He was an oddity to most but to me he was a unicorn, something that sparkled in our dim monotonous lives and it wasn’t until he revealed who he was did I become terrified of him and his shine.
I was in 7th grade maneuvering my way through the jungle of middle school, avoiding trouble and premature violence. I was an undersized boy for my age, no more than 5ft tall; puberty had yet to visit me leaving me left out of the herd; the other students or the ‘sheep’ as I called them that infested my school. They were all the same, kids that were driven by hormones constantly talking about boys or girls, their deep voices riding on the coattails of the wind that breezed in and out of our hallways. I was a mere shadow, always walking a few paces behind the others not wanting to be seen or acknowledged; I saw what others that looked like me went through, they were tortured and abused for simply existing.
Once Bryce Ellis and his friends stuck Timmy Easton’s face in the shitter for over 10 flushes, I was in a stall over, hiding and waiting for the torment to be over. I slithered my feet up on to the stall caressing them to my chest as I sat in a fetal position horrified of how one human could treat another. Eventually the bullies had gotten bored, their short attention span driven minds directed them to another endeavor leaving Timmy to fester in his tears and possible filth.
He sobbed for minutes that felt like hours as I remained silent in the stall over, I placed my hand cautiously on the barrier wall trying to absorb a bit of his pain, my heart ached for him in that moment and I wanted to lend him a compassionate hand if only I had the courage to do so. So yeah, I did my best to stay hidden, unseen to all the dwellers that mindlessly walked in and out of our school on a daily basis, the boys that believed themselves to be men or the girls that pontificated to anyone that listened. I was lost into an enteral sea of vindictive young adults that searched for any reason to lash out at anyone that stood in their way.
So when ‘Tape boy’ — as they would eventually call him — came to my little middle school that stood still in the secluded hills of our small town I was enthralled almost immediately with his existence. He was introduced to my home room class, I sat in the back burying my head into my arms, occasionally lifting my head to listen on the days lecture. My day dreams entertaining me as the clock slowly ticked away at our lives and it wasn’t until my teacher promptly stopped talking did it trigger a primal emotion in me to sit up and pay attention. I postured myself up straight, pausing the internal movie that played in my mind to see what the interruption was about.
There he was, a new boy that no one had ever seen before, by middle school everyone knew each other; we had went to the same elementary school, the same holiday events and grocery stores. So getting a new student was like getting a new flavor at Baskin Robbins; a mystery taste simmering on the tip of your tongue as you digested every drop, his presence was intriguing. He wasn’t small like me, I would say average height for a 12 year old; about 5'4, slender body with unkempt dark black hair. He looked timid, his head tilted towards the ground not wanting to accidentally lock eyes with any of us as the teacher introduced him, my mind wandering with such intrigue because to all of our astonishment he was wearing a surgical face mask — mind you this was in the 90’s; eons before the Covid pandemic breached the windows of our thoughts.
Right away I could hear the murmurs, the questions erupting throughout the classroom as everyone pondered of why this boy sheltered his face. I stared on for what must of been minutes as the shy boy kept his gaze down, I could see him slightly squeezing the arm straps to his backpack nervously the longer he stood there on full display for all.
I had my fill and I relaxed my postured sinking back into my chair directing my stare out the window but then Billy Sherman asked the question we all had on our minds,
“Uhm, why is he wearing that mask?”.
Our teacher explained to us that it was because of some weaken immune system, something about how his ticker didn’t click like the rest of ours, she then also told us about him being mute. This drew my eyes right back to him, I think it did for all of us and for a moment the quiet kid raised his head and locked eyes with me. His dark black eyes glistened with despair, the deep purple bags that sagged under his eyes were more indicative of someone that hadn’t slept in days. I felt something for him in that moment, our third eye conversing in some cosmic dialogue and as quickly as he rose his head did it drop once again towards the ground. I could still hear all the the other kids snickering, questioning and some even giggling; it made me sick, if I was a braver boy I would of stood on top of my desk and verbally lashed out to all the sheep, instead I rose my hand asking something Mrs. Willis never said, what was the timid boys name?
“Oh I’m sorry, how rude of me, this is Gabriel”.
She sat Gabriel upfront next to her desk, wanting him close in case he needed to write or sign something to her and just like that everyone went back to their simple lives; including myself.
The next few weeks I saw little of Gabriel other than the back of his head during class, once the bell rang everyone that my eyes glimpsed at for the day disappeared or just maybe it was me who dissolved into the ambience of our school. Either way I saw little of the boy who wore a mask, the one that sheltered his true identity and my curiosity with the new flavor of the week gradually faded into the abyss of non-existence; well, that was until the day I saw the mask slip.
It was end of the day, I spent most of the time turning corners anytime Bryce Ellis approached; evading the wrath of him and his band of merry men who were the pinnacle of human torture; finding any opportunity to demean those who crossed their path. I remember leaving Chemistry class, my mind all to occupied with leaving the hell hole of every kids dread and that’s when I saw Gabriel walking down the hall towards the cafeteria; his head still tilted down; his gaze tracking every step he took; face mask still tightly fitted around his face.
This time I saw someone was following him, it was Tom Ingram one of Bryce’s guys, a kid that tried to be the “alpha male” of the group numerous times, doing his best to dethrone the reign of Bryce. He was a big boy for his age, probably about 5'9 and easily weighed 200 pounds, he was a wild card alright; he got caught pouring sugar down Mr. Whitakers old Pontiac gas tank for giving him a poor grade. So when I saw him berating poor Gabriel; taunting him as grotesque laughter followed every insult, I felt like I had to do something and my consistent stealth veneer of camouflage morphed into into a full on sprint towards the two. I saw Tom was closing in on him, other kids looking on with bewilderment on their faces — not knowing if they should laugh out of fear or grimace from disgust. For the first time in a long while did a burning sensation of courage ignite in my soul, I was tired of seeing monsters preying on the sheep and I was going to stop it somehow.
Finally Gabriel had stopped walking and stood still, his head hanging even lower than before, the strands of his long hair covered the remainder of his face. Tom began slapping the top side of the poor kids head, yelling out obscenities, angered that he didn’t stop sooner. I was close, I was gonna stop this since all anyone else could do is cower in fear while looking on and then it happened causing me to stop dead in my tracks, my eyes widening with befuddlement. Tom had torn away the mask from Gabriel's face, awes with groans came from everyone then silence blanketed the entire school and for those few seconds our existence had been swallowed up by the earth itself.
“What the hell” Tom yelped out breaking the still but heavy disquietude.
I wanted to say something, but no words could be manifested only gurgles as I choked on my own disbelief. The timid boy under the mask of intrigue had a strip of black duct tape covering his mouth, it stretching from the side of his face to the other almost resembling what would be some hideous smile. The timid boy then collapsed his hands over his face as faint muffles of sobbing protruded from him, he ran into the nearest restroom only for Tom to pursue. Finally my thoughts had been gathered while my body came back to life, I brushed off the bizarre occurrence of that grizzly smile and I reminded myself of what was about to happen. Tom was going to punish Gabriel for simply existing as he and his gang have been doing for years and like some old factory machine the cogs of my body set into motion as I ran towards the restroom.
Before I could open the door the most horrid scream exploded outwards into the hallway, the sound sending a cold shiver down my spine and Tom came running out of the restroom gripping at his face crying. He was hysterical running and bumping into the walls until finally crumbling onto the floor only to continue sobbing. My mind was clouded with a whirl wind of confusion, I no longer knew what to do, I mean I was going to run in there and stop the assault but now the assaulter was on the floor destroyed. Then Gabriel calmly came out of the restroom, his mask firmly back on and he turned to look at me, his dark eyes burning an image of anguish into my mind. I asked if he was okay of course he said nothing though, he didn’t need to I could just sense his response and it was one of gratitude. I almost could see him smiling at me from underneath the mask and I reminded myself of what was under it; that abysmal duct tape that looked like a sinister grin.
From that day on most of the kids were afraid of Gabriel, I could see the look of terror in their eyes anytime he passed by them even though his headed was still shifted downwards but that’s the day whenever someone mentioned him they referred to him as “Tape boy”. I had heard through the whispers of our school that Tom had suffered some mental breakdown, that the doctors couldn’t find anything psychically wrong with him, it was as if his mind had shattered. He remained in some mental hospital, memories of him gradually fading and the sheep went on with living their mundane lives. Bryce even slowed his bullying, I think he knew that their were now more eyes watching everyone after the altercation and he didn’t want to get caught in some bad situation, though I could see he was itching to get at Gabriel. I went back to being a shadow, avoiding all the others still not too confident that the days of torture were over.
Even though Gabriel was regarded as some magical or perhaps malevolent being by most; not sure which one; he still appeared to be sad; lonely, his head always dragging with despondency. I made an effort in getting to know him, I wasn’t afraid like the rest of them something about the day we locked eyes gave me the resolve to understand he wouldn’t hurt me. I approached him during lunch break, he was outside sitting underneath a tree, the shade showering him a gloom of haze. I think I surprised him or maybe it was just my stealth nature but I saw him jump when I sat next to him. I began talking about the origins of Darth Vader, of how he was originally a hero using his force power for good only to eventually turn to the dark side.
Gabriel just looked at me confounded of why I was even talking to him, his stare looking on with indifference. I told him that he was like a super hero, doing whatever he did to Tom was just like a super power, that I was thankful. His gazed then returned back to the floor almost out of shame, I guess whatever he did that day he didn’t see it as something special, or something to praise. I then told him that I still envied his ability to defend himself, that having such an ability was better than winning the school lottery — which was a week supply of free cafeteria food. I kept blabbering on for the remainder of the break while he still postured his stare towards the floor until the bell had finally rung. Before getting up I told him that if I could have a super power mine would be invisibility that’s when he turned to me pulling out a small spiral from his back pack writing something down, he then showed me.
“Why?” it read.
I told him that I didn’t like being seen, that if I could I would melt away into the noise, then life would be better he just stared at me with what I could assume was disbelief. He didn’t write anything back, he just remain seated while I stood to my feet. I asked if he was coming back to class but he ignored me and just stared out into space presumably lost in his own thoughts.
For the next several months I would catch Gabriel in the hallways, talk to him about the latest edition of whatever comic I was reading, Superman being my favorite and I would go on and on about how his true super power wasn’t strength but hope. I think he became more comfortable with me, pulling out his spiral notebook to write down his thoughts; his questions and answers — a new gateway of communication had formed between us. Most times I could tell what he was going to write by looking at his eyes, those dark haunting eyes, he was a mysterious book slowly being revealed to me and I was completely beguiled by his friendship. Bryce and his little posse slowly went back to bullying the sheep, though they kept their distance from Gabriel and me.
I guess I had a new protector one that wouldn’t be crossed and something about that protection left me feeling proud. I knew in my heart that the timid kid that now went by “Tape boy” wouldn’t hurt a fly that maybe the day of Tom going crazy was all by chance, perhaps his rage snapped his mind. I tried asking him about that day numerous times but he never explained what happened he would redirect the conversation back to super hero’s. I would walk home with him on certain days, well, more like he would walk me home I never got to see where he lived, he was too reserved to give up that kind of information but the days we would walk together was always fun. I finally felt like I belonged, the longing emotion of needing acceptance was found by his friendship.
One day when I was walking home by myself I decided to stop in at the gas station to pick up a drink and scour the latest edition of comic books in the small rack of magazines. Before entering the store I could hear arguing voices engaging in combative dialogue and it became vividly clear that it was more of a yelling match than conversation. It was coming from the side of the building, most times I would just ignore it but one of the voices sounded all too familiar and I crept slowly to the edge of the building poking my head out to get a glimpse of the disturbance. It was Bryce, his back was up against the wall while someone who I presumed was his father berated him with such a vicious snarl on his face. The angry man kept slapping Bryce across the face anytime he tried to say something and soon tears began drizzling off the face of the mighty bully only for the man to laugh.
I didn’t know why the older man was treating Bryce the way he was, information cut out of my understanding, for all I know it could of been because of something the bully did at school. I found it to be poetic justice that the boy that caused so much heart ache suffered the same amount only at home. It felt like a cliche, the angry kid was angry because of the angry father; a cruel loop of never ending proportions. Eventually the man or father walked away getting back into his car leaving the bully to brush away the tears from his face. I cautiously retreated my head away deciding to ditch the store completely when that same broken voice only minutes ago shouted out to me with a hefty dominance.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bryce howled out.
I didn’t bother turning around, I just ran home, dodging into alley ways trying my best to not been seen. It didn’t appear as if he was following, but seeing him in such a vulnerable state was bemusing. We were a small town how could I not know who the man was, we all knew each other since we were small and then it hit me; Bryce’s dad had left when he was little. This man must of been his step dad or perhaps mom’s boyfriend, it didn’t matter I was going to mind my own business, I was going to slither back into the shadows; but my attempts would only fall on defeated shoulders.
I didn’t want to tell anyone of what I saw, I hoped that keeping my mouth shut would of been enough for the bully to leave me be. Unfortunately there is no reasoning when it comes to human beings, we base our actions on emotions, our anger and Bryce confronted me the next morning in front of Gabriel.
“Hey fairy, did you enjoy the show?” the angry kid spouted out at me.
I tried explaining to him that I wasn’t trying to intrude, that the arguing concerned me, that I didn’t like seeing him being mistreated and then he punched me right in the gut. I fell to the floor gripping at my stomach, the pain slicing through every fiber of my body. I tried catching my breath but inhaling was too painful and I sheltered my face expecting another punch but the bully walked off leaving me to sweat. Gabriel kneel down to me taking out his spiral notebook writing the obvious question, I gestured to him to give me a moment and I honestly felt like crying. I had spent years doing my best to blend into the background, the invisibility power I was so desperate to have amongst the sheep was now gone; I was on Bryce’s radar.
For the remainder of the school year I tried avoiding the bullies, the monsters that preyed on the sheep but their leader would actively search for me, he was no longer intimidated by Gabriel; his once menacing allure had dwindled and now we both were sitting ducks. Luckily there was only a few weeks left until summer break and I only had hoped that the time off would be enough for the monster of monsters to cool off.
Entering summer was a relief much needed for my sanity, I took a few thrashings but it was over, me and Gabriel had big plans on spending time together. He wasn’t an out door kind of kid, he usually would just come over my place and we would read my comic books. He quickly grew enchanted with the idea of super hero's, their powers restoring balance to the nature of our world. I enjoyed every minute of it, my parents on the other hand looked less jovial to our friendship, they didn’t like the mask; it worried them. They thought that whatever illness he had could be passed on to me, but they didn’t do anything to stop us from seeing each other, they only silently protested.
So after awhile we decided to meet somewhere outdoors, away from my parents judgmental stares, there was a creek close to my house, the trees giving us enough shade to stay cool on those long summer days. The small stream that flowed through the trenches of the creek enriched our view as we would find the perfect rock to perch on while reading our comics. We didn’t see much of any of the other classmates that summer, the sheep kept their distance or maybe it was just us, but the days seem to pass quickly and before we knew it summer was coming to an end. I couldn’t remember how many volumes we must of read but Gabriel was now a fan of almost every super hero. He tend to raise out his arms while walking, mimicking the premise of flying like Superman; his ponderous eyes cutting through the brush as we escaped our secluded summer spot.
It was on the final day of our summer break did I pressure the shy timid boy to explain to me what had happen that day, the day Tom lost his marbles, I needed to know. Gabriel as always tried redirecting the conversation, holding up a comic of Batman, pointing at some dialogue. I got upset, I raised my voice telling him that if we were friends then he should tell me, that there wasn’t secrets between us. His heavy eyes collapsing to the ground, shifting his posture on the rock that we both sat on.
“Look, I just need to know, you’re my best friend” I told him with genuine longing.
The school year was about to start up again and I could already envision a future of slithering through the hallways how I have always done, but with Gabriel maybe that could change. I needed to know and I was done guessing, fantasizing that he was some super hero or at least my hero; my protector. I stood up off the rock walking over to the stream, the sound of water colliding unto the small stones that infested the trench triggered something awful in my gut. I took a deep breath and made my final stand with my best friend.
“If you don’t want to tell me then I’m going home, see ya” I said with impatience dripping off of my words.
Gabriel ignored my warning and continued pointing at the comic book, that’s when I noticed what he was pointing at, it wasn’t dialogue it was one of Batman's villains — he was pointing at Clayface. This made me stop, my minding halting after speeding at 100 miles per hour; it crashing my thoughts.
“Yeah, what about Clayface?” I curiously asked with a withered and tired voice.
That’s when his pointer finger was no longer on the page but rather it was pointed towards his mouth; the mouth that was hidden behind his mask. He could see my face drop with sadness, whatever disfigurement he had underneath that horrid black duct tape must of been something like the villain from the comic and my heart broke for him. Gabriel’s eyes gleaming with absolute sorrow, the boy that only wanted to be left alone, the person all the others feared just wanted solitude and here I was badgering him to no end about something so insignificant. We stared at each other for several seconds, our eyes meeting in some altered state and I reached my hand up to his face tenderly taking off his mask. There it was, the black duct tape that resembled a grin, a nightmarish one that could only been seen in some horror movie. I then placed my fingers on the edge of the tape, my cold grip causing him to shiver and I slowly began to remove it.
“What the hell are you fairy’s doing?” a voice called out from the brush, one that sank my heart into my stomach.
I turned trying to locate the voice and sure enough there he was, the bully that had tortured so many for so many years — it was Bryce. His body slowly revealing itself from the brush like some despicable ooze frothing from the depths of hell. Though, something about him was different, his cold stare no longer fictitious but more intimidating and as his body fully emerged did I see the blood trickling down his soaked stain shirt. He was covered in the crimson fluid, there was even some on his cheeks almost as he had some open wound and smeared the remnants of it on his face. The devilish grin that bestowed his bruised and beaten face quickly led me to a conclusion; one that I wish I didn’t conclude. A purplish black infested the out layer of his left eye, it practically closed shut and his nose had been bent to a unsightly angle. I started to whimper as my lips trembled from fright because this Bryce was not the same one that had given us wedgies or swirlies this one was a true monster, a beast that devoured souls. His gaze was enough to display a vacancy of any humanity and my eyes crawled down his arm into his hand to see the black pistol that he firmly gripped.
“Uh, Bryce what happened? Are you okay?” I groaned out while sniffling.
He didn’t answer, he just kept grinning at me, the ghastly smile that stretched ear from ear plagued my vision and I knew that he had done it, that he had hurt someone badly. I was terrified and in the moment I had completely forgotten about Gabriel, my tunnel vision only focused on that firearm.
“Where the hell did the other one go?” the monster asked, I turned and realized Gabriel in fact had run away leaving me behind.
I wanted to run, I wanted to flee while screaming but horror kept me in place and I felt like some dear trapped in headlights contemplating my entire life in mere seconds.
“Everyone always messes with me!” Bryce yelled out with such ferociousness.
There was no talking my way out of this one, no pleading, I knew in that moment he was going to kill me; his rage over flowing to the point of lunacy. He quickly pounced dropping me to the floor, screaming with madness and he repeatedly hit me over the head with the but of the gun causing me to see stars. His words became incoherent sounding like muffled tones that slushed it’s way into my hearing, I shook my head trying to collect myself, just maybe I could figure a way out of this but as soon as my vision corrected itself Bryce would strike me another time causing it to blur once again. I fell into a darkness, my world collapsing into an eternal void of loneliness as my body began to float effortlessly but as soon as I thought this was my final moments flashes of Gabriel flooded into my mind awakening me out of whatever slumber I found myself in. That’s when I realized Bryce was no longer hitting me, instead he was talking to someone and as I grabbed at my head trying to steady my balance I saw it was Gabriel standing still head as always tilted downwards.
Bryce confronted him pointing his 9mm directly at his head yelling, screaming at the top of his lungs but my best friend remained unmoved, just quiet and then he slowly removed his mask. This caused Bryce to pause, his tone weaken and I think for the first time he digested if he should proceed doing what he was doing.
“What are you doing freak?” the bully yelped out.
Gabriel remained quiet, eyes still directed towards the floor, his breathing escalating; I could see his chest pump more vigorously with each passing second. With the mask off me and Bryce could see the bewildering black duct tape strapped to his face, Gabriel’s face began to tremble violently as if he was trying to yell through the bondage. He then finally began to peel of the thick layer of black duct tape and it came off with a wicked screech as I could see my friends eyes squint with pain.
Bryce was no longer pointing the gun at Gabriel, no longer was he even saying a word his arm lowered to his side and both him and I stared on with amazement. What was under the tape was layers of skin, twisting and binding to each other like some thriving organism living it’s own life on Gabriel's face. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t say anything I was in shock and my head still throb from pain. Then Gabriel's mouth — if you want to call it that — began to stretch open, he tilted his head backwards while the mountain of dead flesh started to drip down his face allowing some endless void to open up inside of him. I could hear the cracking of bones breaking, his jaw shifting to accommodate the massive hole that was now his mouth and then horrid dwindling fingers began to protrude from the darkness.
My mouth gaped open with trepidation and if I had the ability to adjust my head I would think Bryce had the same facial expression. Then a grotesque head forced it’s way out of my friends mouth revealing a face that could only exist in the realms of the dead, this new creature having two large almond shape eyes; eyes that looked very similar to the ones that were attached to my friend. This ‘thing’ then stared at Bryce, that’s all it did, no words were spoken no violence was created it just stared at him and soon the bully grasped at his face and began to yell. He ran frantically in different directions, his gun firing out into the tree line, I jumped for cover; falling to the floor sheltering my head with my arms. Bryce’s terrified screams caused my stomach to turn and soon those dire cries stopped along with the gunshots.
I must of stayed on the floor for what felt like hours, too scared to rise to my feet and through my peripheral did I see the sun begin to set plunging the small creak into darkness. I eventually mustered up enough courage to get up and I looked around, Bryce was mere feet away from me, he lay still on the floor blood spewing out of his head; it appeared as if had shot himself. I walked over to his body befuddled of what to do I then remembered Gabriel, I turned to look for him but he was gone it was only me and Bryce's dead corpse. I ran home telling my parents about everything, of the encounter I experienced, at first it seemed as if they didn’t believe me but they still phoned for the police.
I led them to the creek to the bullies dead body, I initially thought perhaps they would blame me, connect me to his death but the police believed me; well the believed me about Bryce but not about Gabriel. They told me that Bryce had killed his step father, apparently they had gotten into some altercation and afterwards he went into his mothers bedroom and shot her to death. They told me that the once bully was a disturbed individual, suffering abuse for many years; that I was lucky to escape from his wrath. I told them that they needed to find my friend I wanted to know if he was okay, but all the officers could do was pat my back with sympathy trying to relax me.
It has almost been 30 years since the event, I still have nightmares of what had happened, I see the dead stare Bryce had while pointing his pistol at me, I see him repeatedly hitting me over the head again and again. Though, what still haunts me more is Gabriel's mouth contorting into that horrid shape revealing the creature that lived inside of him. He was never found, I’m pretty sure he moved on to another city, another place where bullies like Bryce tormented their schools and I could only imagine Gabriel was there to balance the wrongs of the world. I am scared of my best friend, but I know at the same time he is my protector; my super hero, he is out there doing good, I can feel it and I hope he can sense my love for him. Maybe we will never meet again, perhaps it’s not written in the stars for us to reunite but one thing is for sure, I get comic books mailed to me randomly every month; most are of Superman and I know exactly who they are from.

“The room feels cold as ice creeps into my veins. Nothing seems to make sense as my vision blurs and swirls into a cacophony of blues and golds. ‘Oli? Oli are you alright?!’ I think I hear someone call out to me as my body goes limp and plops onto the scratchy carpet flooring. I can’t seem to recognize who it is that’s speaking though. I go to a world that’s devoid of darkness and lacks nothing but fear. It’s a strange sense of belonging I really strive for after feeling left alone for so long.”
“What is this feeling of loneliness?” Dr. Andrews asks after sitting through my two pages of drivel. “Well when you asked me to put myself into a story I figured it wouldn’t do me any good to leave things out.” “I appreciate that, it helps me understand what’s on your mind more clearly. I think it’s important to dissect this as we go and possibly focus on individual concerns as we progress.” He was looking over his large clear framed glasses as he picked my brain. It feels like that too. “I think the break up still has a lot to do with it. I haven’t felt quite like me since. I sometimes go through half the day when I finally realize I haven’t spoken a single word. When I do go to say something the voice I hear isn’t mine. I mean, it’s me but it doesn’t sound right to my ears. Like repeating the word porridge or square over and over. Eventually they don’t even feel like real words. That’s how my whole world has felt lately.”
“The end of a relationship can be a very draining experience. It’s perfectly okay to allow yourself to feel through it as you need to.” I let out a slight scoff. “It ‘feels’ like I need to let myself stop feeling for a while.” Doc looks down at his notes and scribbles something else down in there, I’d love to see all of those, find out how twisted and fucked he really thinks I am. “How about the notion of a world full of everything but fear?” “Well I used to think there’s only two real emotions. Love and fear. They both push people to the farthest of ledges and sometimes even can make them jump off. I say used to because I get now that those are just the extremes. There’s a spectrum in between those two things still. That terrifies me. I think a world where we get rid of one would be a lot simpler.”
That damn pencil scribbles something on the page again. I’m not sure if I should hate that or the man holding it. He looks up and calmly begins the conversation again, “I think it’d be much more meaningless as well. With nothing to fear maybe there’d be nothing to love? With no sadness nothing to be joyful towards.” “Yeah, and maybe I’d finally be able to just exist.” “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. You exist here, proof of that being the fear you feel. If you have that then that means the other side of the scale is waiting for you too.” It makes me angry that what he’s saying makes so much damn sense. Even angrier that he’s using my logic against me to solidify that.
“So what do I do?” I really do want to know the answer to this, but don’t really expect a clear one. “Give yourself up.” He states clearly and smoothly. “I wasn’t expecting a guide book but what is that supposed to mean?” “If you don’t feel like you, maybe you should give that up and find who you are. Are you chasing something that isn’t yours to chase? There are other options.” This feels like a solid departure from the usual, he’s never been so concise with his advice. It had always felt open ended before. “Did you have something in mind? It kinda seems like you do.” He pushes his glasses up on his face as he lets out a hefty chuckle, “Who’s supposed to be reading people here? Me or you?” I’m not feeling right here, this is nothing like the manner he’d carried for our 3 months of sessions before. “I do actually have a slight suggestion. It’s not what I recommend often but I think you’d be a perfect candidate for it.”
He stands up and moves over to the cabinet that sits below the painting of a ship on a rolling ocean and the monstrous creature trying to swallow it into the depths. He pulls some keys out of his pocket and jiggles them into place. Once inside he muddles through some prescription bottles and tonics. Reaching into the far back to grab a single vial colored pale blue. He brings it with him back to his seat and crosses his legs, “This may help.” He twists open the vial and removes a single tablet. Reaching over he drops it into my hand. It’s slightly warm to the touch, it doesn’t really look like a tablet holding it up close. Almost like a small stone or scale. It’s jagged and more of a misshapen oval. Shimmering gold with the sunlight streaming in from the window behind me.
“Yeah, okay. What is this?” I ask with obvious amounts of skepticism. “It’s an experimental treatment I’ve been shown recently. I actually took it myself. One time and you’ll see the world you want to see.” “Right.. So what is this like a fancy new mushroom?” “Something like that.” He says with no clear expression on. “I mean, alright, can’t make things any worse right?” I pop the pearl-like piece into my mouth and swallow it dry. Almost immediately it makes me feel warm from the inside out. Swarmed with a sense of euphoria and bliss I haven’t felt for a long time. The colors in the room seem to shift. Everything gets brighter and starts swimming in front of my eyes. The portrait of the sea began to actually tread along and the tentacled beast succeeds in pulling in its prey. The walls smile at me like old friends and greet me in tongues I shouldn’t be able to understand. Sunlight warms me from behind while love warms me from inside. It’s here I finally ask myself, love for what? “What did you just give me?” I sort of slur out, I don’t sound right to myself. “Something to open your mind and your heart to the world beyond and a glimpse of what it offers. Only the glimpse is all you’ll be able to see.”
When he says this the sun behind me goes cold, sending a shiver through my body. I hear the window shatter and what seems to be the writhing of something coming inside. My muscles won’t respond as I’m trying to scream at them to turn around. All I can see is Doc standing before falling to his knees and bowing his head. The room feels cold as ice creeps into my veins. Nothing seems to make sense as my vision blurs and swirls into a cacophony of blues and golds. ‘Oli? Oli are you alright?!’ I think I hear someone call out to me as my body goes limp and plops onto the scratchy carpet flooring. Why can’t I remember that voice?

Ik meri akh kashni Dooja raat de oh neendre ne mareya Sheeshe nu tarred pe gayi Waal waundi ne dhyan jadon mareya…
Ik meri akh kashni haye… Ik meri sass ni buri Bhedi royi de kikkar ton kaali Galle kathe veer bhundi Nitt deve mere mapeyan nu gaali Ni kehna uss chandri da Ni main lachiyan da baag ujaadeya
Ik meri akh kashni Dooja raat de oh neendre ne mareya Ik meri akh kashni….. Dooja mere deor nigda Bhaida goriyan ranna da shonki Tuk tuk nehde baithda Rakh samne rangeeli chonki Ni aisse gall ton dardi Ajje dheek vi na khund nu utaareya
Ik meri akh kashni Dooja raat de oh neendre ne mareya Sheeshe nu tarred pe gayi Waal waundi ne dhyan jadon mareya Ik meri akh kashni Teeja mera kantt jiwein Raat chann-ni ch dudh da katora Fikar sandoori rang da Ohde naina ch gulaabi dora Ni ikko gall maadi osdi Layi lag nu hai maa ne vagadeya ki
ਕਾਸ਼ਨੀ - ਹਲਕੇ ਅਸਮਾਨੀ ਰੰਗ ਦਾ
ਉਨੀਂਦਰੇ - sleep deprived (ਉਨੀਂਦਰ - adjective ਜਿਸਨੂੰ ਸੌਣ ਸਮੇਂ ਵੀ ਨੀਂਦ ਨਾ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਹੋਵੇ Ex. ਉਨੀਂਦਰ ਵਿਅਕਤੀ ਰਾਤਭਰ ਮੰਜੇ ਤੇ ਉਸਲਵੱਟੇ ਲੈਂਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ)
TARER ਤਰੇਰ s. f. A crack, a crevice;
WÁHṈÁ ਵਾਹਣਾ v. a. To plough; to comb, to use (an ox, ass, mule)
ROHÍ ਰੋਹੀ s. f. Stiff loamy soil; a sandy desert, a wilderness, a jungle; the name of a district in the Punjab; a stream or bed of a stream.
KIKKAR ਕਿੱਕਰ s. f. The name of a tree (Acacia Arabica, Nat. Ord Leguminosœ):—kikkar dí gúṇd, s. f. The gum of the Acacia Arabica:—paháṛí kikkar, kábalí kikkar. An other kind of kikkar tree (Acacia Fanesiana).
KATHṈÁ ਕਥਣਾ v. a. To tell, to say, to relate, to narrate:—kathṉá mathṉá, v. n. To say, to tell, to compose.
BHUNṈÁ ਭੁਨਣਾ v. a. To parch, to roast, to bake in hot ashes.
ਚੰਦਰੀ - wicked, evil, bad, unfortunate. chaṇdarí, dá. Son of a wretched woman (abuse.)
NIGURÁ ਨਿਗੁਰਾ a. Having no religious teacher, without principle.
RANN ਰੰਨ s. f. A woman, a wife:—bhoṇ rohí, mahaiṇ lohí, talwár sarohí, rann jaṭṭí, hor sabh kháṉ dí chaṭṭí. Land rohí, a buffalo bluish black, a sword sarohí, wife a Jaṭṭí, all else is a penalty, (i. e., worse than nothing for eating.)
TÍK ਤੀਕ prep. To, up to, till.
ਫਿੱਕੜੇ - ਫਿੱਕਾ (?)
ḌORÁ ਡੋਰਾ s. m. A line, a cord, a thread, a string; an ornament worn by the bride at weddings; a ladle; strings (of the border of a Khes and Dutahí) twisted (used in the plural); a red line in the eye;—a. Deaf:—aṇdhá dojakhí te ḍorá bihishtí. The blind go to hell, and the deaf to heaven.—Prov. (The blind are supposed to be suspicious and treacherous; the deaf simple and innocent):—ḍorá deṉá, v. a. To pour ghee on food:—ḍore paiṉe, v. a. To have red lines into the eyes.
ਲਾਈਲੱਗ - láí lagg, s. m. f. One who has no mind of his own, but is led by others, one who minds everybody's say.