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Testing your bedroom for Actinos?
2024.05.22 01:48 Missmyoldself6407 Testing your bedroom for Actinos?
I have been doing the actinos cleaning protocol to the best of my ability for several months. I don’t do it perfect or all of it but I am doing the best I can. However, I have never tested my bedroom/bathroom to know how bad it was before. A second pair of eyes looked at my Genie today and asked if I did the skin test or bedroom testing because my Genie says I react to actinos. so I am going to order the skin tests and the actinos test for my bedroom/bathroom area. I guess see where things are at. Since I clean on a regular basis , how do I go about doing the actinos test for my bedroom/bathroom? Do I have to hold on all cleaning of the bedroom/bathroom to somehow get dust? I cringe to think of how dirty my bathroom will be and the amount of dog dander if I have to wait a month for enough dust to collect. I also use my air oasis in that room to sleep which will limit the dust.
Is it even worth doing the testing of the bedroom/bathroom ? Would I know that actinos are low in the bedroom/bathroom if my skin test is low and I have been cleaning regularly? Any suggestions is greatly appreciated!
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Is it even worth doing the testing of the bedroom/bathroom ? Would I know that actinos are low in the bedroom/bathroom if my skin test is low and I have been cleaning regularly? Any suggestions is greatly appreciated!
2024.05.21 23:36 Incubus_EJ [M4F] - Pathogen - your source for cheap, low-cost assassinations
This starter is an assassin's tale that can take many different directions: romance, thriller, mystery, etc. Shoot me a message/chat if interested! Cheers.
“Pathogen, your source for cheap, low-cost assassinations!” a radio announcer yells. “Here at Pathogen, we take the high cost out of contract killing. Hate someone? Need a rival eliminated… permanently? We got you covered with only a flat, one-time fee.”
Hyzen scoffs and turns off his radio intercepter that scans the dark web for Pathogen activity. It appears they now advertise in plain sight. That takes balls. Hyzen gets up from the couch and makes his way into the kitchen.
“I know you're there,” Hyzen says to no one. He opens the refrigerator and peers inside. “Come on out,” he adds, nonchalantly sticking his hand inside to grab water.
There's silence. But Hyzen hears footsteps. The barely audible sound of bare feet hitting the hardwood floor.
Hyzen turns to stare at a lone shadow figure in the room. “So… Pathogen finally tracked me down, huh? Took you guys long enough.” He takes a drink of water.
“Don't gloat,”. She clenches her fists. “You're just a name on a piece of paper for me now."
“Really? After all we've been through? I'm just a name? That's pretty harsh,” Hyzen says, walking over to grab a peach.
“I don't care. You're a traitor.” glances around the home and sees a mask on a nearby shelf. It's creepy. It's evil. It's a strange combination of black and gray. looks back over at him. “I see you still have your mask, Reaper.”
Hyzen nods. “Of course. That shit is like a collectable.”
charges at him while pulling out a knife. Hyzen throws his peach into the air, blocking her assault then pushes her back with a palm to her chest. He catches the peach on its descent and takes another bite. “You'll need to be better than that,” Hyzen taunts.
grins. “We both know I'm the better assassin.”
Hyzen shakes his head. “Nuh uh. I have a higher body count. Actually, I still have the highest body count.” He expands his arms into the air. “Across all of Pathogen's assassins. It's pathetic, really. I haven't killed in years. Pathogen is nothing without me.”
“Then come back.”
“No.”
“I don't want to kill you, Hyzen.”
“I don't want you to kill me either,.”
“I told the bosses I'd try to recruit you back… clearly, I failed. Here I come.” No dash this time. approaches calmly, the sound of her bare feet slapping the hardwood floor beneath her.
Hyzen looks at his peach. “Damn… Not even enough time to finish my favorite snack.”
“Peaches are gross,” says and swings at him.
Hyzen ducks, pushing her fist away and throwing a kick. dodges and spins to sweep his leg. Hyzen leaps over the kitchen island and blocks her fist as she follows him. throws some combinations, which Hyzen dodges and blocks with no trouble. He palms her chest again, pushing her back a couple of feet. “You're weak to that? It's been years and you still can't defend against the palm? That little step back is the difference between life and death.”
approaches again. “Shut up.” There's a noise on a monitor, distracting Hyzen as he looks over at a screen sitting on a cabinet in the living room. “Got you!” she yells.
grabs him and swings her leg up and hip tosses him to the ground. She wastes no time, grabbing his arm and pulling it between her legs in an armbar. Hyzen screams as extends his arm without mercy and grabs a knife from her waistband, holding it to his wrist. Bleeding out isn't a bad way to die. A mercy killing.
“Dad?” a voice asks. A little girl walks into the living room, emerging from an adjacent bedroom.
loosens her grip and looks at the girl. Probably three years old and that distraction is enough for Hyzen to break free. Hyzen gets up and throws a downward punch at , but she somersaults backward.
While resets, Hyzen rushes over to his daughter. He turns back around to face , shielding his daughter, who hides behind him.
“It's okay, Lexi,” Hyzen says.
Lexi peers around Hyzen and pokes her head out, locking eyes with. “Who are you?” Lexi asks.
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“Pathogen, your source for cheap, low-cost assassinations!” a radio announcer yells. “Here at Pathogen, we take the high cost out of contract killing. Hate someone? Need a rival eliminated… permanently? We got you covered with only a flat, one-time fee.”
Hyzen scoffs and turns off his radio intercepter that scans the dark web for Pathogen activity. It appears they now advertise in plain sight. That takes balls. Hyzen gets up from the couch and makes his way into the kitchen.
“I know you're there,” Hyzen says to no one. He opens the refrigerator and peers inside. “Come on out,” he adds, nonchalantly sticking his hand inside to grab water.
There's silence. But Hyzen hears footsteps. The barely audible sound of bare feet hitting the hardwood floor.
Hyzen turns to stare at a lone shadow figure in the room. “So… Pathogen finally tracked me down, huh? Took you guys long enough.” He takes a drink of water.
“Don't gloat,”
“Really? After all we've been through? I'm just a name? That's pretty harsh,” Hyzen says, walking over to grab a peach.
“I don't care. You're a traitor.”
Hyzen nods. “Of course. That shit is like a collectable.”
Hyzen shakes his head. “Nuh uh. I have a higher body count. Actually, I still have the highest body count.” He expands his arms into the air. “Across all of Pathogen's assassins. It's pathetic, really. I haven't killed in years. Pathogen is nothing without me.”
“Then come back.”
“No.”
“I don't want to kill you, Hyzen.”
“I don't want you to kill me either,
“I told the bosses I'd try to recruit you back… clearly, I failed. Here I come.” No dash this time.
Hyzen looks at his peach. “Damn… Not even enough time to finish my favorite snack.”
“Peaches are gross,”
Hyzen ducks, pushing her fist away and throwing a kick.
“Dad?” a voice asks. A little girl walks into the living room, emerging from an adjacent bedroom.
While
“It's okay, Lexi,” Hyzen says.
Lexi peers around Hyzen and pokes her head out, locking eyes with
2024.05.21 23:07 RGman007 Feels like it's missing something?
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2024.05.21 22:52 Vin_du_toilette BATES bedspreads, blankets & fashion tablecloths. Which will you choose for the women on your list? 1965
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2024.05.21 22:46 fremsley_sparrow Flexsteel wood bedroom furniture? BIFL?
I've read (here and elsewhere) about the quality of Flexsteel furniture, but everyone only seems to be talking about sofas and other "soft" furniture from them. Can anyone comment on the quality (or lack thereof?) of Flexsteel's wood furniture?
I'm looking for new bedroom furniture and I like some of their designs such as the Ludwig line) but it's unclear whether it is actually solid wood or just veneer over MDF, etc.
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I'm looking for new bedroom furniture and I like some of their designs such as the Ludwig line) but it's unclear whether it is actually solid wood or just veneer over MDF, etc.
2024.05.21 21:48 Apprehensive-Law-352 Help me find a creepy story I read as a kid.
I have a REALLY strong memory of a story from childhood, I can remember it terrified me when I read it but I also loved how creepy it was - I’ve tried to Google it and search for years with no luck. I’d love to read it again but cannot for the life of me find it. It’s would have been 90s/00s here’s what I remember some of which could be totally wrong.
it was in a horroscary stories collection book, it was quite a thick book and I think it had a black hardback cover with an embossed creepy castle/mansion with one lit up window glowing orange . I could be misremembering here and this could have been another ghost story anthology.
I THINK it was called the Meeg Owl or something similar-I’m not sure if that was the story title or the name of the creature in it.
In the story the boy finds an egg in the woods and takes it home, he cares for it and eventually it hatches and it’s a monster with an owls body and the head of an old hag. Slowly the boy/man has to continue to care for it, including finding meat, whilst his family see his health and behaviour get impacted etc it’s all very creepy and at some point it talks about owl pellets (he possibly coughs one up).
it had creepy black and white illustrations but wasn’t anything in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series as far as I can tell.
I cannot remember how it ends or much more about it other than it made me convinced that there was one of these creatures in my bedroom wardrobe as a child 😂
help me find it and retraumatize myself (or prove I was a total wimp scared by a rubbish scary story!)
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it was in a horroscary stories collection book, it was quite a thick book and I think it had a black hardback cover with an embossed creepy castle/mansion with one lit up window glowing orange . I could be misremembering here and this could have been another ghost story anthology.
I THINK it was called the Meeg Owl or something similar-I’m not sure if that was the story title or the name of the creature in it.
In the story the boy finds an egg in the woods and takes it home, he cares for it and eventually it hatches and it’s a monster with an owls body and the head of an old hag. Slowly the boy/man has to continue to care for it, including finding meat, whilst his family see his health and behaviour get impacted etc it’s all very creepy and at some point it talks about owl pellets (he possibly coughs one up).
it had creepy black and white illustrations but wasn’t anything in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series as far as I can tell.
I cannot remember how it ends or much more about it other than it made me convinced that there was one of these creatures in my bedroom wardrobe as a child 😂
help me find it and retraumatize myself (or prove I was a total wimp scared by a rubbish scary story!)
2024.05.21 21:22 Arbrand We Joined a Cult as a Joke [Part 1]
I sat in our dark bedroom, the computer screen glaring with a harsh, white light. A banner flashed before my eyes: “Seek wisdom by understanding yourself.”
“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
It was a cold, shitty Seattle winter night. We got dropped off in the parking lot and spent a few minutes looking for the storefront. We finally found it next to a dog groomer and Pho restaurant with some pun for the name I can’t seem to remember.
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
We returned to the usual rhythm of our lives. I went to work, conducting meetings and answering emails, while Chloe went back to her classes. A few days later, Chloe checked her Twitter and saw that she had gained a few thousand likes. The whole ordeal became a running joke between us.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.
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“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.
2024.05.21 20:59 Ok_Arm420 How do I approach cleanliness and chore board to housemates?
A little long but could really use advice and help.. I live in a shared house with 2 males and 2 females (25m, ?m, 25f,27fme). We are all strangers found eachother online when past housemates moved out. I've lived with my female housemate for 2 yrs and the 2 male housemates just moved in a month and 2 ago, We'll call everyone A(25f) B(25m) C(?m). So last week A announced she will be leaving next month which leaves me with a whole set of complete strangers I just met, that's fine. My main point is the bathroom has always been a big deal even with the old housemates, no one want to clean the tub which get dirty and moldy fast since there's no window, A and i didnt get along due to different ideas of cleaning(she just wouldnt unless asked to). When B moved in I expressed to A and B that the bathroom has become an issue because there's alway poop splattered in the bowl and the tub isn't being cleaned. 1 month later C moved in, I got my own bathroom, problem solved,out of sight out of mind. Well the house was stinky today and I checked in and the bathroom is disgusting. 4x more poop is splattered in the bowl, hairs collected everywhere and tub is getting moldy again even tho I did a complimentary cleaning 3 weeks ago before leaving it to them, ( i have a feeling this is why A is leaving but we're not friends so idk really)... So what do I do?? Everyone has a private bedroom so not my problem, even tho the house is getting musty and stinky. My problem is I am currently looking for a Female housemate to move in and like wtf is that -_-... so how do I approach this with 2 stange men I just met? B is the culprit who's diet is take out and 7/11 food only and seems really immature and arrogant. C I just met and seems to have a healthy diet, keep to himself and is respectful, no complaints but also just met him. A is gone in a month so she really is just surviving here and doesn't really talk to me anyways so I really need advice from someone with a little experience in this. I used to be very passive up until a year ago when I found my voice, and I struggle with approaching things calmly without it sounds accusatory or a little aggressive. I am learning. This situation is making me feel very frustrated because I feel like adults should just adult. But how do I ask my 2 male housemates to clean the bathroom more often? And how do I assert house rules and a chore chart (that was talked about before when i interviewed them both for the room) This is really important to me because I just lived 2 years of stress and passive aggressiveness from my old housemates for these same issues that never got addressed unlit it was out of control and we couldn't take it and back then we were all females! I don't share the bathroom anymore so I shouldn't care but It smells sooo bad. Also they keep leaving dishes in the sink even though a 24 hr limit was discussed ... please help reddit 🙏
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2024.05.21 16:27 Sweet-Count2557 Maldives Island Location Map
 | Maldives Island Location Map When planning a trip to the Maldives, it's natural to wonder just where this idyllic paradise is located. We might think, 'Is it too far away? Will it take forever to get there?' But let me assure you, dear reader, that the Maldives is closer than you might think.Nestled in the Indian Ocean, southwest of Sri Lanka and India, this collection of 26 atolls and 1,192 islands is a tropical haven that is just a stone's throw away from South Asia.But what makes the Maldives truly special is not just its proximity, but its unparalleled beauty and luxury. So, let's embark on a journey together as we explore the Maldives' island location map and discover what this enchanting destination has to offer.Key TakeawaysThe Maldives is located southwest of Sri Lanka and India.It consists of 1,192 islands grouped into 26 atolls.Luxury resorts on private islands offer exclusive villas and impeccable service.Staying in a local island allows visitors to experience the local way of life and interact with the Maldivian people.Maldives Location on World MapLocated in the Indian Ocean, southwest of Sri Lanka and India, the Maldives is a breathtaking archipelago consisting of 1192 islands grouped into 26 atolls. This stunning island country is a true gem in the vastness of the Indian Ocean. When you look at a map, you can easily spot the Maldives as a collection of small dots scattered like pearls across the turquoise waters. It's truly a sight to behold.The capital city of the Maldives is Male, located in the North Male Atoll. This vibrant city is the center of political, economic, and cultural activities in the country. As you explore the map, you'll notice that the Maldives is situated on the equator, making it a tropical paradise with a warm climate all year round. The islands are surrounded by coral reefs, which provide protection and create some of the most mesmerizing underwater landscapes in the world.As you zoom in on the map, you'll see that each island in the Maldives offers its own unique charm and beauty. From the popular tourist hotspots to the secluded and untouched islands, there's something for everyone. The Maldives archipelago covers an area of approximately 90,000 square kilometers, with the closest points to neighboring countries being approximately 717 kilometers to Sri Lanka and 430 kilometers to India.The Maldives is a dream destination for those seeking tranquility, natural beauty, and luxury. Whether you're looking to relax on pristine beaches, dive into the vibrant marine life, or indulge in world-class resorts, the Maldives has it all.Geography and Atolls of MaldivesAs we explore the geography and atolls of Maldives, it's fascinating to learn about the intricate island formation process and the distribution patterns of the atolls.These atolls, formed by coral reefs surrounding a central lagoon, create a unique and picturesque landscape.Additionally, the geological features of Maldives, such as the stunning white sandy beaches and crystal-clear turquoise waters, contribute to the unparalleled beauty of this island nation.Island Formation ProcessNestled in the Indian Ocean, the Maldives archipelago boasts a unique geological formation consisting of approximately 1200 islands spread across 26 atolls, each formed by vibrant coral reefs surrounding a captivating central lagoon.These atolls, located on a submarine ridge, are composed of sandbars and live coral reefs. The islands of Maldives are scattered over an area of about 820 km from North to South and between 80 km and 120 km from East to West.This island country is famous for its stunning white sandy beaches and crystal-clear turquoise waters. The Maldives islands are a natural atoll paradise, offering mesmerizing natural settings with shimmering white beaches surrounded by turquoise lagoons and coral reefs.The capital city, Malé, is located on the largest island in the Male Atoll and is home to the main international airport of the country.Atoll Distribution PatternsClustered into 26 atolls, the Maldives consists of 1192 islands, each surrounded by the sea and adorned with vibrant coral reefs and crystal-clear turquoise waters. The atolls of the Maldives exhibit interesting distribution patterns that make each one unique.Here are three key features of the atoll distribution in the Maldives:North and South: The Maldives is divided into North and South regions, with the North being closer to the capital, Male. The North boasts a higher number of atolls, including popular ones like Baa Atoll, while the South is known for its less crowded and more secluded atolls.Capital and Largest Island: Male is the capital of the Maldives and is located in the Kaafu Atoll. This atoll isn't only home to the capital but also hosts the main international airport, making it the busiest tourism hub in the country.Unique Islands: The atolls of the Maldives vary in terms of rainfall and wildlife. The northern islands receive less rainfall compared to the southern ones, creating a distinct climate. Additionally, islands like Fuvahmulah have their own unique ecosystems, offering visitors a chance to witness diverse wildlife.These distribution patterns contribute to the diverse experiences that the islands and atolls of the Maldives offer, making it a truly fascinating destination on the world map.Geological Features of MaldivesMoving from the discussion of atoll distribution patterns, we now turn our attention to the captivating geological features that define the Maldives, an archipelago of around 1200 islands nestled in the Indian Ocean. The Maldives is known for its unique geography, with each island surrounded by the sea and its own house reef. The islands are formed by coral reefs surrounding a central lagoon, boasting stunning white sandy beaches and crystal-clear turquoise waters. Stretching narrowly from north to south, the Maldives covers a superficy of 90,000 square kilometers, with around 200 islands inhabited by Maldivian people and approximately 160 islands allocated to resorts. Located southwest of Sri Lanka, the Maldives is a UNESCO Biosphere and offers a truly breathtaking experience for visitors.Key PointsGeographyArchipelago of around 1200 islandsLocated in the Indian OceanFormationCoral reefs surrounding a central lagoonUnique white sandy beaches and turquoise watersSizeCovering 90,000 square kilometersAround 200 inhabited islands and 160 resort islandsMalé: The Capital of MaldivesAmidst the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean, the captivating city of Malé stands as the vibrant capital of the Maldives. Nestled on the largest island in the Male Atoll, this bustling city offers a unique blend of natural beauty and modern amenities.Here are three reasons why Malé is a must-visit destination:Location: Malé is located southwest of Sri Lanka, in the heart of the Maldives Atolls. This independent country stretches across a distance of 823 kilometers and is surrounded by the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. With its strategic position, Malé serves as the gateway to the stunning Maldivian islands.Vibrant City Life: Despite its small size, Malé packs a punch when it comes to city living. The city covers an area of nearly 2.5 square kilometers and is a bustling hub of activity. From colorful markets and bustling streets to modern buildings and lively cafes, Malé offers a glimpse into the vibrant culture and lifestyle of the Maldives.Gateway to Paradise: Malé isn't just a city; it's the starting point for exploring the breathtaking beauty of the Maldives. Whether you're seeking pristine white sandy beaches, crystal-clear turquoise lagoons, or vibrant coral reefs teeming with marine life, Malé is the perfect base to embark on your island-hopping adventure.As you journey to your selected resort island, indulge in the captivating aerial views of the Maldivian Islands. The shimmering white beaches, surrounded by turquoise lagoons and coral reefs, will leave you mesmerized.Distance From Maldives to Other CountriesLocated in the heart of the Indian Ocean, the Maldives is positioned at varying distances from several countries, making it a unique destination for travelers seeking both seclusion and adventure. The Republic of Maldives, an independent Asian country, is located south-west of Sri Lanka. The closest countries to the Maldives are Sri Lanka and India.Situated approximately 717 kilometers away from Sri Lanka, the Maldives and its closest neighbor share a deep cultural and historical connection. Travelers can easily hop on a short flight or take a scenic boat ride from Sri Lanka's capital, Colombo, to explore the pristine beaches and turquoise waters of the Maldives.India, located approximately 430 kilometers from the Maldives, also offers convenient access to this tropical paradise. With regular flights connecting major Indian cities to the Maldives, travelers can easily immerse themselves in the beauty of the Maldivian archipelago.While the Maldives is known for its secluded islands and luxurious resorts, it's also within reach of other fascinating destinations. Seychelles, located around 1950 kilometers away, offers a different island experience with its unique flora and fauna. Malaysia, approximately 2970 kilometers away, and Thailand, around 2750 kilometers away, provide travelers with the opportunity to combine their Maldivian getaway with a vibrant Asian adventure.Whether you're seeking relaxation, diving adventures, or cultural exploration, the Maldives' strategic location and close proximity to neighboring countries make it an ideal destination for those looking for a diverse and unforgettable travel experience.Number of Islands in MaldivesAfter exploring the distances from the Maldives to other countries, let's now turn our attention to the fascinating number of islands that make up this tropical paradise.The Maldives is composed of 1192 islands, which are naturally grouped into 26 atolls. Each of these atolls has its own unique characteristics and attractions, making the Maldives a diverse and captivating destination.Here are three notable atolls that you should know about:Gaafu Dhaalu and Gaafu Alifu Atoll: Located in the southernmost part of the Maldives, Gaafu Dhaalu and Gaafu Alifu Atoll is known for its pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters. This atoll offers a secluded and tranquil environment, perfect for those seeking a peaceful getaway.South Ari Atoll: South Ari Atoll, also known as Alif Dhaal Atoll, is famous for its vibrant marine life and stunning coral reefs. It's a popular destination for diving and snorkeling enthusiasts, as it's home to an abundance of colorful fish, sea turtles, and even whale sharks.Baa Atoll: Baa Atoll is a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve and is renowned for its rich biodiversity. This atoll boasts a unique ecosystem, with numerous coral reefs, mangroves, and seagrass beds. It's a haven for nature lovers and offers opportunities for exploring the underwater world and spotting rare marine species.In addition to these atolls, the Maldives is also home to other notable ones such as Dhaalu Atoll, Noonu Atoll, North Ari Atoll, and Addu Atoll. Each of these atolls contributes to the overall beauty and charm of the Maldives, making it a paradise that should be on every traveler's bucket list.Private Islands and Villas in MaldivesAs we delve into the world of luxury and exclusivity in the Maldives, let's explore the captivating realm of private islands and villas. These private islands offer the epitome of opulence, with luxury resorts boasting exclusive villas and impeccable service. Imagine having your own piece of paradise, surrounded by crystal clear waters and pristine white sand beaches.There are curated collections of private islands in the Maldives, ranging from tiny luxury resorts to grand mansions with multiple bedrooms, catering to families and VIP guests alike. These properties are meticulously designed to offer the utmost privacy and comfort, ensuring a truly unforgettable experience.To reach these private islands, you can take a domestic flight to various locations within the Maldives. One such location is Miladhunmadulu Uthuruburi, a remote and secluded area where you can find some of the most exclusive private islands. Alternatively, some private islands are reachable by seaplane, offering a breathtaking aerial view of the stunning surroundings.One notable private island is located in the Huvadhu Atoll, known for its untouched beauty and vibrant marine life. Here, you can immerse yourself in the tranquil atmosphere and indulge in luxury amenities while enjoying the natural wonders that the Maldives has to offer.If you're interested in exploring the local culture and interacting with the Maldivian people, you can also consider staying in one of the Local Islands. These islands offer a unique blend of authenticity and luxury, allowing you to experience the local way of life while still enjoying the comforts of a private villa.Frequently Asked QuestionsWhere Are the Maldives Islands Located?We are located in the Indian Ocean, southwest of Sri Lanka and India. Our country is made up of 1192 islands divided into 26 atolls. Our main international airport is in Kaafu Atoll.We're close to neighboring countries, with the closest point to Sri Lanka being approximately 717km and approximately 430km to India.Our capital city, Male, is located on the equator, dividing the North Pole and South Pole.What Countries Is the Maldives Close To?The Maldives is geographically close to several neighboring nations. Located in the Indian Ocean, it shares a border of geographical proximity with Sri Lanka, which is approximately 717km away. Additionally, it's also nearby to India, with a distance of about 430km. These two countries are the closest countries to the Maldives in terms of geographical location.The Maldives' geographical connections with these nations have influenced its culture and lifestyle, with growing influence from India in particular.How Long Does It Take to Get to the Maldives?On average, it takes around 1-2 hours to get to the Maldives, depending on your starting point. The best time to visit is during the dry season, from November to April, when the weather is warm and sunny.There are direct flight options from Colombo, Sri Lanka, and Kochi, India, with travel times of about 1 hour and 25 minutes and 1 hour and 45 minutes, respectively.Once you arrive in Male, you can choose between speedboat or seaplane transfers to the resorts in the surrounding atolls, which usually take under 1 hour.How Do You Get to Maldives?To get to the Maldives, we've a few options. The most common way is to fly into the main international airport in Hulhule, which offers direct flights from neighboring countries like India and Sri Lanka.Once you're there, you can explore the islands by taking boats, as each island is surrounded by the sea.The Maldives is a tropical paradise with warm weather all year round, making it a perfect destination for beach lovers and water sports enthusiasts.ConclusionIn conclusion, the Maldives is a breathtaking destination located in the Indian Ocean. With its 1192 islands and 26 atolls, it offers a unique and diverse experience for travelers.One fascinating statistic is that the Maldives is home to the lowest highest point of any country in the world, with its highest natural point being only 2.4 meters above sea level.This makes the Maldives a truly one-of-a-kind destination that shouldn't be missed. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.21 15:51 devsfan1830 Over the past week, cat has peed multiple times on the carpet instead of the litter box. Vet claims to be booked solid. I have no idea what to do.
Update: Since this post, I have secured the services of a local cat only practice. They're taking him in tomorrow morning and holding him in order to obtain a fresh, clean urine sample. My old vet actually called right after talking to them to offer me a home sample collection kit but I honestly think there's no way I'm gonna get him to use a box of plastic pellets. Also, id have to keep his presumably healthy brother from using it too. I figure this new vet is the better option.
If ANYONE has any ideas as to better products from getting any possible lingering, cat detectable odor from carpet to reencourage box use, I am in need to suggestions. I've already tried Nature's Miracle (Advanced and Urine Destroyer, the latter of which created a lingering chemical smell) and Resolve Urine Destroyer for the actual accidents. Then Rug Doctor Pet when i got the carpet cleaner. The hope was to do a general deodorizer and maybe cut down that chemical smell from old accidents. I also used something called Nok-out on the new and old spots when the carpet cleaner, while visibly getting dirt up, kind of didn't do anything for smells. So, I have things that KINDA almost work but once in a while I catch an odd whiff of that natures miracle cleaner. If that's the case, lord knows what the cats can still smell.
Sorry this is long.
So, last week a few things happened. Had an old couch hauled away, which my 2 cats used to enjoy sleeping under and behind. I then rented a carpet cleaner. Did the whole house. Before this, since about late 2020, I had out of box pee incidents as well. 2 on my bed (Mattress protector and bedding saved me there), one in the corner of my bedroom. All of these coincided with trips away. The cat in question frequently sleeps in my bedroom and unless its me, hides there when someone is here. What didn't help was that while on telework for the covid stuff, I was the only one home 24/7 and while my go-to pet sitter knew them as kittens, over a year went by where they never saw her. The one cat in question basically sleeps all day in my room. So, when i started taking trips to see friends and family again, I chalked the incidents to him being spooked to come out.
Cut to now. Couch gone, loud machine present. He pees once while I'm upstairs using the machine, which is also where the litter boxes are. So, he pees. I think, ok, scary machine. He had to go. Not happy he peed on a just cleaned floor but ok. Douse it in a enzyme cleaner I still had. The smell of that stuff is honestly worse than the pee smell. Machine goes back. He has now peed 4 MORE times since. 3 in the vicinity of the 1st one, 1 up ion my bedroom in the corner that has been clean and incident free since those trips. I started closing my door for trips so that he was forced to stay downstairs, which seemed to have worked because he stopped hiding on her.
Now I'm a bit freaked out. So I called my vet. I get told i should bring him in to be checked for urinary issues, but they are booked solid and I was put on a "fit in" list. This feels outrageous. They book SO tight they cant be available for a potential emergency? Just this morning I located what I think were 2 MORE accidents. Again, in the vicinity of what I THOUGHT were cleaned up living room messes.
I'm at my wits end. I don't know what to do to make it stop. They have two large, regularly cleaned boxes upstairs. Hell they used to be perfectly fine sharing ONE. I know its # of cats +1. My house layout SUCKS for that. I can only fit these 2 top entry boxes where they are now. The entire bottom floor is an "open" floorplan with a stupid tiny half bath. There's literally nowhere down there for one that isn't just in the middle of the room. If this isn't a temporary urinary tract issue, then I have no idea what to do. Add to that i have a brand new couch arriving Thursday and I may lose it if he pees on THAT. I also don't know if I should start calling other vets/hospitals to get him in today. I'm kind of pissed my current vet has given me ZERO idea of when they might be available and in the meantime he may keep on peeing everywhere. I was already annoyed they switched my cats from a 3 year to 1 year rabies booster. Still feels like an odd cash grab or something but that's another issue.
I need help. Should I drop this vet? If its NOT a urinary issue, what in the hell do I do short of ripping up the carpet to ditch every trace of previous accidents. (a switch to LVP was planned but there's no way in hell that happens till at least next spring).
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If ANYONE has any ideas as to better products from getting any possible lingering, cat detectable odor from carpet to reencourage box use, I am in need to suggestions. I've already tried Nature's Miracle (Advanced and Urine Destroyer, the latter of which created a lingering chemical smell) and Resolve Urine Destroyer for the actual accidents. Then Rug Doctor Pet when i got the carpet cleaner. The hope was to do a general deodorizer and maybe cut down that chemical smell from old accidents. I also used something called Nok-out on the new and old spots when the carpet cleaner, while visibly getting dirt up, kind of didn't do anything for smells. So, I have things that KINDA almost work but once in a while I catch an odd whiff of that natures miracle cleaner. If that's the case, lord knows what the cats can still smell.
Sorry this is long.
So, last week a few things happened. Had an old couch hauled away, which my 2 cats used to enjoy sleeping under and behind. I then rented a carpet cleaner. Did the whole house. Before this, since about late 2020, I had out of box pee incidents as well. 2 on my bed (Mattress protector and bedding saved me there), one in the corner of my bedroom. All of these coincided with trips away. The cat in question frequently sleeps in my bedroom and unless its me, hides there when someone is here. What didn't help was that while on telework for the covid stuff, I was the only one home 24/7 and while my go-to pet sitter knew them as kittens, over a year went by where they never saw her. The one cat in question basically sleeps all day in my room. So, when i started taking trips to see friends and family again, I chalked the incidents to him being spooked to come out.
Cut to now. Couch gone, loud machine present. He pees once while I'm upstairs using the machine, which is also where the litter boxes are. So, he pees. I think, ok, scary machine. He had to go. Not happy he peed on a just cleaned floor but ok. Douse it in a enzyme cleaner I still had. The smell of that stuff is honestly worse than the pee smell. Machine goes back. He has now peed 4 MORE times since. 3 in the vicinity of the 1st one, 1 up ion my bedroom in the corner that has been clean and incident free since those trips. I started closing my door for trips so that he was forced to stay downstairs, which seemed to have worked because he stopped hiding on her.
Now I'm a bit freaked out. So I called my vet. I get told i should bring him in to be checked for urinary issues, but they are booked solid and I was put on a "fit in" list. This feels outrageous. They book SO tight they cant be available for a potential emergency? Just this morning I located what I think were 2 MORE accidents. Again, in the vicinity of what I THOUGHT were cleaned up living room messes.
I'm at my wits end. I don't know what to do to make it stop. They have two large, regularly cleaned boxes upstairs. Hell they used to be perfectly fine sharing ONE. I know its # of cats +1. My house layout SUCKS for that. I can only fit these 2 top entry boxes where they are now. The entire bottom floor is an "open" floorplan with a stupid tiny half bath. There's literally nowhere down there for one that isn't just in the middle of the room. If this isn't a temporary urinary tract issue, then I have no idea what to do. Add to that i have a brand new couch arriving Thursday and I may lose it if he pees on THAT. I also don't know if I should start calling other vets/hospitals to get him in today. I'm kind of pissed my current vet has given me ZERO idea of when they might be available and in the meantime he may keep on peeing everywhere. I was already annoyed they switched my cats from a 3 year to 1 year rabies booster. Still feels like an odd cash grab or something but that's another issue.
I need help. Should I drop this vet? If its NOT a urinary issue, what in the hell do I do short of ripping up the carpet to ditch every trace of previous accidents. (a switch to LVP was planned but there's no way in hell that happens till at least next spring).
2024.05.21 13:56 satgurus-gift-online Gift Ideas To Give Your Loved Ones To Add Aesthetic Appeal To Their Home
Introduction
Aesthetic gifts that make a home seem better are always appreciated, whether for a housewarming party or a special event. Well-selected pieces of gifting may provide any living area beauty, cosiness, and individuality. If you're looking for ideas to gift your loved ones with items to decorate their home, consider these delightful gift ideas to add an aesthetic appeal to any home.Discover fashionable pieces that instantly elevate any house, from trendy accessories to cosily decorated rooms. With these essential house presents; you may give your home a stylish makeover.
Top Gift ideas to give your home an aesthetic appeal
Decorating your home can be a real pain, but with this blog it doesn't have to be! If you're looking to gift some one special an aesthetic gift, check out these easy gift ideas that'll have your place looking magazine-worthy in no time:1. Shivaji Maharaj On Singhasan in Black by Satguru’s- A brave Maratha king named Shivaji Maharaj repelled the Mughal invasion of western India in the sixteenth century BC. Check out the beautiful Shivaji statue seated on Singhasan. This striking resin statue of the Maratha king has a sleek black finish, giving it a regal look that is perfect for home décor. The beautiful piece is a symbol of pride and caution. Bring back history and traditional touch to your home with this statue of Shivaji Maharaj by enhancing a sophisticated touch to your interior design.
- Ganesh idol By Satguru’s- A Ganesh idol for a gift can significantly improve a space's aesthetic appeal when added as a gift for the house. An intricately carved Ganesh figurine placed in a central location, such as a mantelpiece or side table, may instantly provide spiritual energy and a feeling of cultural depth to the space. These elaborate statues are available in various materials, from shiny brass to delicate porcelain, so you may select one that precisely matches the current décor. In addition to being extremely beautiful, a Ganesh idol can act as a daily reminder to the owner to remain upbeat, concentrated, and receptive to new experiences.
3. Brass Elephant Urli By Satguru’s- Any space's aesthetic appeal can be immediately enhanced by adding brass hanging diyas. These ornamental oil lamps offer vintage beauty and a warm, comforting glow. The brass's deep golden colour immediately draws the eye and gives the surroundings a hint of refinement. With an elephant structure welcoming, these hanging diyas can be hung in alcoves, stairwells, and entryways to create a captivating atmosphere that instantly sets the tone. They may also be eye-catching accents that improve a room's overall design. Brass-hanging diyas add a touch of classic sophistication and mix effortlessly with modern and traditional living spaces.
4. Mudra Buddha In Orange Finish by Satguru’s- A meditating Buddha statue can significantly improve any space's aesthetic appeal. These sculptures create an ideal relaxing atmosphere by instilling a sense of mindfulness and tranquillity. Placing a Buddha statue in your living room, bedroom, yoga studio, or even outside your garden brings an instant touch of elegant Eastern design. The Buddha figure's delicate craftsmanship and serene demeanour immediately grab your attention and beckon you to take a moment to relax and discover your core. Furthermore, the statue's warm, earthy tones go well with various decor themes, from rustic bohemian to modern minimalist. It's easy to bring some zen into your area and make it feel like a sanctuary.
Wrapping Up
Giving presents that improve a home's visual appeal is a way to express gratitude and help your loved ones furnish a place that suits their tastes and individuality. Many options include wall art to beautify their walls, charming and cozy decorative accents, and valuable products that encourage functionality and organisation.With a variety of gift shops online nowadays, Satguru's is a must-visit online store for all your gift needs.
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2024.05.21 13:43 t1bot The Tiffany Collection Belgravia Decor Wallpaper Nobletts
the Tiffany Wallpaper Collection at Noblett's Wallpaper! Our collection features an exquisite selection of Italian, heavyweight vinyl wallpapers designed to bring elegance and sophistication to any room. Each wallpaper in this collection is crafted with rich Italian craftsmanship, offering a luxurious feel and a scrubbable finish for easy maintenance. Whether you're looking to transform your living room, bedroom, kitchen, or dining area, the Tiffany Wallpaper Collection has something for every space.
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2024.05.21 12:07 Sudden-Beautiful160 Sleep Demon
I went out with an unknown group on Halloween to collect candy. I can't recall the costumes we wore. It was already dark as we went from door to door. Arriving at an apartment with a stairwell illuminated through a window, I saw a black figure at the window. The body seemed human, but it had horns on its head and white, glowing eyes. At that moment, I didn't understand what I had let in – what it meant. But all this was just a dream, a nightmare. In the following days, I didn't think much about this figure, as it seemed to be a one-time occurrence. However, from that dream onwards, I suffered from depression triggered by family, friendship, and school problems.
At that time, I was 21 to 22 years old, studying, and still living with my parents. The problems in my family had worsened due to the death of a family member. My friendships with two of my closest friends also began to crumble, as we were unable to have mature conversations about our problems. The increasing stress at university made it even harder for me to manage everything.
A particularly strange experience happened during dinner with my family at my grandma's place. We were in her old apartment, although she hadn't lived there for 10 years. The place gave me goosebumps – old, gray, and smelling of cigarette smoke. The food tasted only of onions, which spoiled my appetite. While my family chatted and ignored me, I felt as if someone was looking over my shoulder. An uncomfortable feeling of being watched followed me.
I felt a magical pull towards grandma's bedroom. But as I entered, it became dark, and the sounds of dinner ceased. A dark shadow appeared on the wall – with a large hump, horns, and white eyes. Panic gripped me, and I just wanted to flee. My eyes slowly closed and reopened. I was lying in my bed, drenched in sweat, looking around. I couldn't move, and the blanket felt heavy on me.
The depression intensified, and my behavior became increasingly strange. I felt as if someone else had taken over me. Indecision, confusion, and fear accompanied me from then on. The nightmares became more frequent, and I suffered from sleep paralysis. Again and again, I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye or saw someone fleeting by. But the worst was the sleep demon, who lurked as a silent observer in my dreams. He blended into the surroundings – sometimes a drawing, sometimes a shadow or an outline. But no matter how he appeared, he took my breath away.
A particularly oppressive experience happened when I was climbing a staircase with my mother. The way seemed endless. The walls were white, and the stairs yellow with black steps. The atmosphere was gray and empty. The higher we climbed, the emptier and grayer it became. Finally, we reached an apartment door, opened by an unknown woman. As we entered, I stood by the window and saw him standing there – with his hump, his horns, and the glowing white eyes. He showed me a suffocating smile with his sharp teeth. Emotionless, I followed the woman into the room she wanted to show us. But the room was charred, and the furniture looked as if it had melted. Panic gripped me, and I felt an indescribable fear.
Darkness surrounded me, with no solid ground and no clear sight. Everything I tried to hold onto turned to smoke and vanished. A deep, dark hole formed in my stomach, swallowing all the good and bright things until only darkness remained.
Did I feel guilty about everything? Was I wrong? Was I just a burden? Was I in everyone's way? I wandered along a beach, the surroundings veiled in darkness. Is this really a beach? I heard the sound of the waves but saw no water. The sand beneath my feet did not give way easily, but it tickled with every step. Without thinking, I followed the endless beach and let myself drift.
Now I am 23 years old. The phase of depression is over, and I have regained my balance by practicing acceptance and taking care of my body, mind, and surroundings. The sleep demon has not appeared in my dreams for six months, and I can now sleep without any issues. Was he real or just a manifestation of my problems or a part of myself? To me, he seemed very real, and even if not, it seems he only embedded himself in me because I had lost my inner balance and could only drive him away by returning to that balance.
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At that time, I was 21 to 22 years old, studying, and still living with my parents. The problems in my family had worsened due to the death of a family member. My friendships with two of my closest friends also began to crumble, as we were unable to have mature conversations about our problems. The increasing stress at university made it even harder for me to manage everything.
A particularly strange experience happened during dinner with my family at my grandma's place. We were in her old apartment, although she hadn't lived there for 10 years. The place gave me goosebumps – old, gray, and smelling of cigarette smoke. The food tasted only of onions, which spoiled my appetite. While my family chatted and ignored me, I felt as if someone was looking over my shoulder. An uncomfortable feeling of being watched followed me.
I felt a magical pull towards grandma's bedroom. But as I entered, it became dark, and the sounds of dinner ceased. A dark shadow appeared on the wall – with a large hump, horns, and white eyes. Panic gripped me, and I just wanted to flee. My eyes slowly closed and reopened. I was lying in my bed, drenched in sweat, looking around. I couldn't move, and the blanket felt heavy on me.
The depression intensified, and my behavior became increasingly strange. I felt as if someone else had taken over me. Indecision, confusion, and fear accompanied me from then on. The nightmares became more frequent, and I suffered from sleep paralysis. Again and again, I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye or saw someone fleeting by. But the worst was the sleep demon, who lurked as a silent observer in my dreams. He blended into the surroundings – sometimes a drawing, sometimes a shadow or an outline. But no matter how he appeared, he took my breath away.
A particularly oppressive experience happened when I was climbing a staircase with my mother. The way seemed endless. The walls were white, and the stairs yellow with black steps. The atmosphere was gray and empty. The higher we climbed, the emptier and grayer it became. Finally, we reached an apartment door, opened by an unknown woman. As we entered, I stood by the window and saw him standing there – with his hump, his horns, and the glowing white eyes. He showed me a suffocating smile with his sharp teeth. Emotionless, I followed the woman into the room she wanted to show us. But the room was charred, and the furniture looked as if it had melted. Panic gripped me, and I felt an indescribable fear.
Darkness surrounded me, with no solid ground and no clear sight. Everything I tried to hold onto turned to smoke and vanished. A deep, dark hole formed in my stomach, swallowing all the good and bright things until only darkness remained.
Did I feel guilty about everything? Was I wrong? Was I just a burden? Was I in everyone's way? I wandered along a beach, the surroundings veiled in darkness. Is this really a beach? I heard the sound of the waves but saw no water. The sand beneath my feet did not give way easily, but it tickled with every step. Without thinking, I followed the endless beach and let myself drift.
Now I am 23 years old. The phase of depression is over, and I have regained my balance by practicing acceptance and taking care of my body, mind, and surroundings. The sleep demon has not appeared in my dreams for six months, and I can now sleep without any issues. Was he real or just a manifestation of my problems or a part of myself? To me, he seemed very real, and even if not, it seems he only embedded himself in me because I had lost my inner balance and could only drive him away by returning to that balance.
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Hey everyone! This is my 2nd post about my affair with Dustin, a 26 year old, married, captain on staff while I was a newly arrived 18 year old private at my first duty station.
I hope you enjoy Part 2, and as always, I'm welcome to receive any constructive feedback you may have about my writing or if you just want to talk! If you're just here to bash me for having an affair with someone, save your breath, I'll just block you. Without further ado, Part 2 of my affair with Dustin! <3 Hannah
First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
I sat alone in my barracks room the morning after my first in person experience with Dustin, the officer I'd met on Bumble who turned out to have a wife going to school out of state. I'd ignored any thought of walking away from this potentially messy situation and now found myself waking up alone in my room, the morning after letting a married officer cum all over my face and chest while i fingered myself to orgasm kneeling in front of him. I admitted two simple truths to myself: it had been the biggest rush of my life, and i absolutely needed more.
I checked my phone and saw 4 new messages from Dustin, all expounding on the fact he wished we didn't have to go to work today and how he wished I was there with him. As I got dressed for the daily workday routine of morning physical training, I snapped him a pic in just my maroon sports bra and black athletic thong and sent it to him, telling Dustin how I wished I could do PT in his home gym in just this. The buldge pic I got in return told me he liked the sound of that as I slipped back to reality, put on my PT uniform and joined my platoon for the usual Monday run. This was the rush. The dual life I craved and what drew me to Dustin. One minute I was sending sexy snaps to a man I shouldn't be with, living in the world of secret meetups and fun and the next, I was out joining my platoon for a normal daily routine workout. The world of the rush was addicting and I'd only just dipped my toes (mouth) in.
My day to day world of learning about fuel tankers, learning to drive them under NVGs, how to test fuel quality to ensure adequate grade for the type of unit I was supporting and all manner of tactical skills that would help me integrate into a complex military operation was genuinely rewarding and occupied my attention fairly easily. But then I'd find myself longing for a breakout. Longing for the rush of excitement I'd only just tasted. Each message from Dustin became a small dose of "you shouldn't but you will" and I wanted more.
Dustin had a busy schedule at the staff he worked on, but always took a moment to ask "how's my beautiful Private doing? Need anything from the Exchange?" We had had one intimate in person encounter and already this was taking on more than just a hookup from a dating app. We both recognized that actively developing a relationship behind the back of one partner's spouse automatically made this more than "just sex"....which we hadn't even had yet.
Between his work schedule and mine, we found it difficult to meet up the week following our evening of watching football with a side of a blowjob. Didn't stop me from letting him know I wanted more. I dropped all the hints. I sent him pics of choices of underwear for the day, letting him choose from a few options I was comfortable working in and then sending him quick snaps from the bathroom at work, proving his Private really wore what he'd asked her to. I also introduced him to a pink, 6 inch, anatomically correct dildo I typically used in the evening when I craved him desperately. I showed him that just like with his similarly sized shaft, I could force my lips to reach its base as the tip slid into the back of my throat. I also laid it on top of the underwear he had chosen for me one day, a simple pair of boyshorts that looked incredible with a pink phallis on top, illustrating just how far into my petite frame it/he would go if I would just slip them to the side and insert it/him.
I kept him wanting more. You can see my underwear, but only laid out on my bed, or on me, not tossed to the side showing you underneath. You can see my small collection of sex toys in my drawer or in my mouth, but the camera stops before they get to where they're the most fun. By Thursday, Dustin was desperate for the week to end so we could be together. He sent me a video of him teasing himself with pictures of me on his laptop and I thought it was the hottest thing ever to watch a man who definitively out ranked me choosing "his beautiful Private" over his wife. By Saturday we were going to go wild if we didn't take the next step.
There's different types of duty in the military, from a barracks desk to an installation watch office and every echelon in between. Saturday Dustin had duty for his brigade, which normally meant not a lot of time sitting at a desk, but a lot of time going around inspecting important places in his unit and making reports of what he found. I couldn't wait any longer and neither could he. I told him he should just add me to his list of inspections and quickly have his way with me during his rounds. Not the fairy tale special first time but the raw, I need you now and I'm tired of waiting, that two deprived lovers seek.
He agreed and said he would have time to "run home for dinner" if I would be ready and waiting for him. Ready and waiting in your bed. Quicky to satisfy this urge and let me plan something more while I wait. Yes. Dustin agreed to leave his side door unlocked so I could let myself in while he was at work. Apparently despite our lack of intimacy, our constant stream of communication built a trust that I wouldn't rob him blind lol seriously though, I respected his trust and didn't take an opportunity to go through all his stuff or leave a letter for his wife or anything crazy in between.
Instead, I drove over in late afternoon in a pair of black Nike soccer shorts with a built-in liner, so I went sans underwear, and continued the trend with a pink tshirt and matching hoodie without a bra, letting my small, 32B chest bounce a little as I let myself in, walked past the couch I'd kneeled in front of to receive a facial at the previous weekend and made my way towards Dustin's bedroom upstairs. I found aa spacious king bed that occupied the majority of the fairly small room in military housing, leaving a small walk way on either side, wide enough for matching his and hers nightstands on either side of the bed and space at the end of the bed where the room flowed into the master bathroom sweat complete with walk in closet, linen closet and 2 sink bathroom with a nice deep tub.
I set my purse down on what was clearly his wife's nightstand and quickly stopped out of my comfy clothes I'd worn to my visit. I plopped down naked in his bed, with a condom and lube laid out on her nightstand next to my purse. I sent Dustin a nude selfie of me on his wife's side of the bed, with a caption letting him know I was ready for our quicky. A quick reply let me know I had 15 minutes. I was immediately slick with anticipation. I set a pillow in the center of the bed and scooted my butt towards the edge of the bed as I spread my legs wide and began to tease light circles around my clit as I began to tease myself in preparation for the quick coupling that was minutes away. As my breath quickened and my heart raced, I dabbed a small glob of lube onto two of my fingers and I slowly stretched myself, my inner walls relaxing to recieve one, two, three fingers as I continued to rub my clit, my body as desperate to be with Dustin as my heart was.
A rattling of keys in the front door let me know my time was up as I removed the 3 fingers currently satiating the desperate urges of my core. Racing footsteps up the stairs found Dustin at the door in seconds, with his beautiful Private spread eagle on the edge of the bed waiting for him. I looked up at him in his uniform, totally unashamed of my nude and vulnerable position and told him his Private was ready for his inspection.
In a flash his camo jacket was tossed aside, the brown undershirt following behind and he rushed to undo his belt and soon had his pants and briefs around his ankles. In a moment he was leaning down on top of me, hungrily kissing my lips as his firm shaft pressed against my core as I pulled him into a tight embrace between my wide spread legs. As we passionately kissed, our tongues breathlessly intertwined, I paused and asked him if he wanted the condom off his wife's nightstand. I reminded him I was on the shot for BC, but it was his choice either way.
He pulled away to look over at her nightstand and instead of grabbing the condom, took the lube and generously applied a coat to his entire six or seven inch length. I needed him now. Standing between my legs, which I held wide open for him with my butt to the edge of the bed, Dustin teased the tip of his firm shaft between the lips of my freshly shaved vagina. He ran the tip between my spread lower lips, from my clit to my soaking wet and lubed entrance. With only a moments pause with his tip aligned with my eager hole, Dustin firmly pushed his entire length into me as he moaned my name and my soft inner walls welcomed him deep inside me as I gasped at the feeling of sudden fullness and a desperate need for more.
Buried to the base of his shaft inside me, Dustin leaned down to kiss me passionately. I wrapped my legs behind his butt, pulling him deep inside me as he began to thrust in a steady deep rhythm that drove me to the edge. I breathless begged for him to fuck me as I scratched lines down his back with my nails as I desperately held my man between my legs, his thrusts stimulating every inch of my inner walls and the friction of our bodies urging my clit to find release. Dustin broke our embrace and soon I found myself with two strong hands holding my legs open wide nearly in the splits on the edge of the bed as he thrust into me deeper than I'd ever felt before. I was breathless, calling out for more. Please don't stop Dustin. Please don't stop as his pace quickened and I could feel his balls slapping against nearly my butthole as he pounded into me, using my vagina for his release. I took one hand and found my clit, matching my rhythm to his and I soon found the waves of release that had building to the edge as Dustin gave me more, more, more. My inner walls clenched tight as the dam broke and my orgasm shook through my body in a release of ecstasy. Dustin continued to fuck me through my own release, my body desperate for him to find his own release.
I looked up at the passion and hunger in his eyes as I became keenly aware of the bouncing of my small breasts as I laid there riding the wave of my massive orgasm moaning in pleasure as the stimulation deepend, quickened and in a moment, I could feel Dustin swell and find his release deep inside me, ropes of cum filling me as my body clinched around him, holding him inside me as a second wave of pleasure pulsed through my core. We laid there for a long moment, a tight sweaty embrace with my handsome man on top of me, showering my neck and lips in kisses as we both breathlessly came down from our collective orgasms.
Dustin stood up, his softening length sliding out of me along with a mix of his cum and lube and my own release. I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, me completely naked, with his uniform pants pulled half way back up. I took hot washcloths and cleaned both of us between our legs, getting him ready to go back to work and for me to clean the mix of cum and lubed that was now running down my inner thigh. I asked him if I'd passed his inspection and he laughed, smiling and kissing me saying that indeed I had. He told me I could spend the night here if I wanted, he had to get back to duty but his place was a little more awesome than my barracks room.
I agreed and put back on my Nike shorts and tshift with it fairly obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra, which admittedly wasn't really an issue for Dustin at all. I followed him downstairs and kissed him goodnight as he headed back to work. I made myself at home and made a simple dinner and fell asleep watching tv under a blanket in his living room, which is where he found me when he came home at the end of his shift in the morning. I followed him to bed and we spent most of the day napping in eachothers arms before it really was time for me to go home and get ready for the next work week. I continued to tease him on snap and told him that we had sooooo much more still to do and his response made it readily apparent that he agreed.
Thank you for reading this chapter of my affair with Dustin! If you liked it or have something in my writing you'd like to see improved, feel free to let me know! My writing only gets better if you tell me what you'd like to see! Thanks for for sticking with me, I truly hope you've enjoyed! <3 Hannah
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I hope you enjoy Part 2, and as always, I'm welcome to receive any constructive feedback you may have about my writing or if you just want to talk! If you're just here to bash me for having an affair with someone, save your breath, I'll just block you. Without further ado, Part 2 of my affair with Dustin! <3 Hannah
First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
I sat alone in my barracks room the morning after my first in person experience with Dustin, the officer I'd met on Bumble who turned out to have a wife going to school out of state. I'd ignored any thought of walking away from this potentially messy situation and now found myself waking up alone in my room, the morning after letting a married officer cum all over my face and chest while i fingered myself to orgasm kneeling in front of him. I admitted two simple truths to myself: it had been the biggest rush of my life, and i absolutely needed more.
I checked my phone and saw 4 new messages from Dustin, all expounding on the fact he wished we didn't have to go to work today and how he wished I was there with him. As I got dressed for the daily workday routine of morning physical training, I snapped him a pic in just my maroon sports bra and black athletic thong and sent it to him, telling Dustin how I wished I could do PT in his home gym in just this. The buldge pic I got in return told me he liked the sound of that as I slipped back to reality, put on my PT uniform and joined my platoon for the usual Monday run. This was the rush. The dual life I craved and what drew me to Dustin. One minute I was sending sexy snaps to a man I shouldn't be with, living in the world of secret meetups and fun and the next, I was out joining my platoon for a normal daily routine workout. The world of the rush was addicting and I'd only just dipped my toes (mouth) in.
My day to day world of learning about fuel tankers, learning to drive them under NVGs, how to test fuel quality to ensure adequate grade for the type of unit I was supporting and all manner of tactical skills that would help me integrate into a complex military operation was genuinely rewarding and occupied my attention fairly easily. But then I'd find myself longing for a breakout. Longing for the rush of excitement I'd only just tasted. Each message from Dustin became a small dose of "you shouldn't but you will" and I wanted more.
Dustin had a busy schedule at the staff he worked on, but always took a moment to ask "how's my beautiful Private doing? Need anything from the Exchange?" We had had one intimate in person encounter and already this was taking on more than just a hookup from a dating app. We both recognized that actively developing a relationship behind the back of one partner's spouse automatically made this more than "just sex"....which we hadn't even had yet.
Between his work schedule and mine, we found it difficult to meet up the week following our evening of watching football with a side of a blowjob. Didn't stop me from letting him know I wanted more. I dropped all the hints. I sent him pics of choices of underwear for the day, letting him choose from a few options I was comfortable working in and then sending him quick snaps from the bathroom at work, proving his Private really wore what he'd asked her to. I also introduced him to a pink, 6 inch, anatomically correct dildo I typically used in the evening when I craved him desperately. I showed him that just like with his similarly sized shaft, I could force my lips to reach its base as the tip slid into the back of my throat. I also laid it on top of the underwear he had chosen for me one day, a simple pair of boyshorts that looked incredible with a pink phallis on top, illustrating just how far into my petite frame it/he would go if I would just slip them to the side and insert it/him.
I kept him wanting more. You can see my underwear, but only laid out on my bed, or on me, not tossed to the side showing you underneath. You can see my small collection of sex toys in my drawer or in my mouth, but the camera stops before they get to where they're the most fun. By Thursday, Dustin was desperate for the week to end so we could be together. He sent me a video of him teasing himself with pictures of me on his laptop and I thought it was the hottest thing ever to watch a man who definitively out ranked me choosing "his beautiful Private" over his wife. By Saturday we were going to go wild if we didn't take the next step.
There's different types of duty in the military, from a barracks desk to an installation watch office and every echelon in between. Saturday Dustin had duty for his brigade, which normally meant not a lot of time sitting at a desk, but a lot of time going around inspecting important places in his unit and making reports of what he found. I couldn't wait any longer and neither could he. I told him he should just add me to his list of inspections and quickly have his way with me during his rounds. Not the fairy tale special first time but the raw, I need you now and I'm tired of waiting, that two deprived lovers seek.
He agreed and said he would have time to "run home for dinner" if I would be ready and waiting for him. Ready and waiting in your bed. Quicky to satisfy this urge and let me plan something more while I wait. Yes. Dustin agreed to leave his side door unlocked so I could let myself in while he was at work. Apparently despite our lack of intimacy, our constant stream of communication built a trust that I wouldn't rob him blind lol seriously though, I respected his trust and didn't take an opportunity to go through all his stuff or leave a letter for his wife or anything crazy in between.
Instead, I drove over in late afternoon in a pair of black Nike soccer shorts with a built-in liner, so I went sans underwear, and continued the trend with a pink tshirt and matching hoodie without a bra, letting my small, 32B chest bounce a little as I let myself in, walked past the couch I'd kneeled in front of to receive a facial at the previous weekend and made my way towards Dustin's bedroom upstairs. I found aa spacious king bed that occupied the majority of the fairly small room in military housing, leaving a small walk way on either side, wide enough for matching his and hers nightstands on either side of the bed and space at the end of the bed where the room flowed into the master bathroom sweat complete with walk in closet, linen closet and 2 sink bathroom with a nice deep tub.
I set my purse down on what was clearly his wife's nightstand and quickly stopped out of my comfy clothes I'd worn to my visit. I plopped down naked in his bed, with a condom and lube laid out on her nightstand next to my purse. I sent Dustin a nude selfie of me on his wife's side of the bed, with a caption letting him know I was ready for our quicky. A quick reply let me know I had 15 minutes. I was immediately slick with anticipation. I set a pillow in the center of the bed and scooted my butt towards the edge of the bed as I spread my legs wide and began to tease light circles around my clit as I began to tease myself in preparation for the quick coupling that was minutes away. As my breath quickened and my heart raced, I dabbed a small glob of lube onto two of my fingers and I slowly stretched myself, my inner walls relaxing to recieve one, two, three fingers as I continued to rub my clit, my body as desperate to be with Dustin as my heart was.
A rattling of keys in the front door let me know my time was up as I removed the 3 fingers currently satiating the desperate urges of my core. Racing footsteps up the stairs found Dustin at the door in seconds, with his beautiful Private spread eagle on the edge of the bed waiting for him. I looked up at him in his uniform, totally unashamed of my nude and vulnerable position and told him his Private was ready for his inspection.
In a flash his camo jacket was tossed aside, the brown undershirt following behind and he rushed to undo his belt and soon had his pants and briefs around his ankles. In a moment he was leaning down on top of me, hungrily kissing my lips as his firm shaft pressed against my core as I pulled him into a tight embrace between my wide spread legs. As we passionately kissed, our tongues breathlessly intertwined, I paused and asked him if he wanted the condom off his wife's nightstand. I reminded him I was on the shot for BC, but it was his choice either way.
He pulled away to look over at her nightstand and instead of grabbing the condom, took the lube and generously applied a coat to his entire six or seven inch length. I needed him now. Standing between my legs, which I held wide open for him with my butt to the edge of the bed, Dustin teased the tip of his firm shaft between the lips of my freshly shaved vagina. He ran the tip between my spread lower lips, from my clit to my soaking wet and lubed entrance. With only a moments pause with his tip aligned with my eager hole, Dustin firmly pushed his entire length into me as he moaned my name and my soft inner walls welcomed him deep inside me as I gasped at the feeling of sudden fullness and a desperate need for more.
Buried to the base of his shaft inside me, Dustin leaned down to kiss me passionately. I wrapped my legs behind his butt, pulling him deep inside me as he began to thrust in a steady deep rhythm that drove me to the edge. I breathless begged for him to fuck me as I scratched lines down his back with my nails as I desperately held my man between my legs, his thrusts stimulating every inch of my inner walls and the friction of our bodies urging my clit to find release. Dustin broke our embrace and soon I found myself with two strong hands holding my legs open wide nearly in the splits on the edge of the bed as he thrust into me deeper than I'd ever felt before. I was breathless, calling out for more. Please don't stop Dustin. Please don't stop as his pace quickened and I could feel his balls slapping against nearly my butthole as he pounded into me, using my vagina for his release. I took one hand and found my clit, matching my rhythm to his and I soon found the waves of release that had building to the edge as Dustin gave me more, more, more. My inner walls clenched tight as the dam broke and my orgasm shook through my body in a release of ecstasy. Dustin continued to fuck me through my own release, my body desperate for him to find his own release.
I looked up at the passion and hunger in his eyes as I became keenly aware of the bouncing of my small breasts as I laid there riding the wave of my massive orgasm moaning in pleasure as the stimulation deepend, quickened and in a moment, I could feel Dustin swell and find his release deep inside me, ropes of cum filling me as my body clinched around him, holding him inside me as a second wave of pleasure pulsed through my core. We laid there for a long moment, a tight sweaty embrace with my handsome man on top of me, showering my neck and lips in kisses as we both breathlessly came down from our collective orgasms.
Dustin stood up, his softening length sliding out of me along with a mix of his cum and lube and my own release. I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, me completely naked, with his uniform pants pulled half way back up. I took hot washcloths and cleaned both of us between our legs, getting him ready to go back to work and for me to clean the mix of cum and lubed that was now running down my inner thigh. I asked him if I'd passed his inspection and he laughed, smiling and kissing me saying that indeed I had. He told me I could spend the night here if I wanted, he had to get back to duty but his place was a little more awesome than my barracks room.
I agreed and put back on my Nike shorts and tshift with it fairly obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra, which admittedly wasn't really an issue for Dustin at all. I followed him downstairs and kissed him goodnight as he headed back to work. I made myself at home and made a simple dinner and fell asleep watching tv under a blanket in his living room, which is where he found me when he came home at the end of his shift in the morning. I followed him to bed and we spent most of the day napping in eachothers arms before it really was time for me to go home and get ready for the next work week. I continued to tease him on snap and told him that we had sooooo much more still to do and his response made it readily apparent that he agreed.
Thank you for reading this chapter of my affair with Dustin! If you liked it or have something in my writing you'd like to see improved, feel free to let me know! My writing only gets better if you tell me what you'd like to see! Thanks for for sticking with me, I truly hope you've enjoyed! <3 Hannah
2024.05.21 02:46 indica1989 Charmed Legacy
I want to see a live-action revival. Maybe we start with a Charmed reunion movie about Wyatt's wedding. Maybe Wyatt is marrying Marina, the daughter of Ava Nicolae, but she's cursed and they can't marry until the curse is broken or something. This could introduce us to the whole Halliwell family- Wyatt Matthew, Christopher Perry, Prudence Melinda, Priscilla Jane (P.J.) Parker Elise, Peyton Maria, Katherine Rose (Kat), Lana Mae & Henry Jr.
As for a revival series, the storyline could be something like this:
Setting: circa 2034, San Francisco
The Halliwell families have gathered to mourn the loss of their loved ones- Phoebe & Coop Halliwell. Their house was destroyed in an explosive attack that took their lives, and their daughters were left homeless. P.J. & Parker have moved into the Manor with their Aunt Piper, Uncle Leo & Cousin Mel. They've taken over the spare rooms that belonged to Wyatt & Chris (Wyatt moved into a condo with his wife Marina, and Chris lives at his club "Aftershock"- the former P3 which Piper gave him ownership of to focus on her restaurant). During the wake back at the Manor, Peyton asks her Aunt Piper if she can stay and live with them for awhile too, revealing that she's too emotionally distraught to go back to UCLA. Piper graciously tells her the Manor is her home too.
That night, Piper sneaks up to the attic to meet Paige who orbs in. Together, they secretly summon Grams & their mom Patty, as Piper knew it'd be pointless to try and summon Phoebe & Coop so soon after their deaths. But they wanted answers, and to understand why this happened. The Power of Three was now officially broken, with no long-lost sister to complete the trio. Grams explains that it's true that with Phoebe gone, Piper & Paige were no longer Charmed. But she assures them they still have their Wiccan powers, just not the collective Power of Three. Patty adds that the Power of Three was not gone, only dormant. Paige asks how they're supposed to vanquish the demons who killed Phoebe and Coop without the Power of Three? Grams replies that they can't. Piper flips out and blows something up in anger. Parker, who had been secretly listening behind the attic door, freaks at the sound and runs back downstairs before she's found eavesdropping. It is then that Grams clarifies. It is not Piper and Paige who will vanquish the demons responsible, but the new Charmed Ones. Paige asks "and who are the new Charmed Ones supposed to be?" Patty replies, "the ones whose powers were bound by their mother" to which Piper reluctantly recalls "who had a terrifying vision of their very evil future."
Phoebe's daughters are each dealing with their parent's deaths differently. P.J. is in denial, using her career as a photojournalist and her sexual trysts with her friend Trent Newsom to numb the pain away. Peyton is fighting through waves of depression, finding comfort with her cousin Mel and Aunt Piper. And Parker...well she's pissed. Her outlet starts with beating the crap out of big guys at the local gym using her MMA skills and progresses to her going full slayer mode & hunting down demons & vampires with her satchel of potions, backup spells, and a set of wooden stakes. But Parker is also feeling guilty. Guilty that she didn’t have the power to save her parents. Guilty that she survived while her parents died trying to protect their powerless daughter. After all, she was the only one home with them that night. P.J. was out with Trent and Peyton was away at college. She swears to herself that she will avenge her parents death, and find the demons responsible. But before she can do that she needs to find a way to trigger the long dormant powers she knows she has somewhere deep inside.
At some point after this, we discover that the BOS has been kept locked away in the attic for years. We learn this happened after a Christmas debacle involving a 14 year old Chris accidentally summoning Goblins, wrecking havoc on the manor, injuring a few, and which led to the sisters deciding it was best for their young kids to practice magic at Magic School and keep the BOS from them until they were mature enough to handle it. Parker finds out Mel knows where the key to the Attic is.
On a dark, stormy night, beneath the light of a full moon, Parker swipes the key from her aunt's bedroom while she's away at work, and sneaks into the attic. She finds the dusty old BOS in its rightful place and starts flipping through it looking for the demons who killed her parents. A teary eyed Peyton walks in and asks what Parker's doing up there. But before Parker can reply, the BOS starts flipping on its own, landing on the Dominus Trinus invocation. As Parker begins to read the invocation aloud, P.J. arrives from work. She calls out "Hey anyone home?" As Parker completes the reading, the Manor begins to shake, P.J. holds onto the staircases banister for support and looks up to see the chandelier glowing a bright PINK color. The shaking stops, right as the power goes out. P.J. whips out her phone flashlight and runs up the stairs frantically calling for her sisters.
(INSERT BIG SISTER SCOLDING HERE)
Holding her phone flashlight over the BOS, Parker can't find the demons responsible for her parents murder. P.J. makes her lock the attic back up and put the key back where she found it before their Aunt finds out. Parker shrugs her off and says she's heading to Magic School to find answers. P.J. & Peyton pursue her down the stairs....
MY REASONING
Phoebe & Coop dying would allow for Alyssa & Victor to return only in certain episodes as spirits. And thus, allow some space between the actresses....
Of course, this would be set sometime in the 2030's, so Holly, Rose & Alyssa could play 60-year-old versions of themselves & Wes & Drew could pull off being in their early 30's with a shave, some hair dye & make-up. All the kids would be anywhere from 22-32 years old.
ALSO, I want to see Shannen back playing Prue as either an Elder or Angel of Destiny. My headcanon says she was turned into an Angel of Death for a few years after her demise to learn to accept it. When the Elders or Angels of Destiny saw that she had finally accepted it, she was promoted to either an Elder or Angel of Destiny😉
THE LOST YEARS (2007-2011) Phoebe was into holistic care and decided to give birth to all her daughters in the Manor, the way she was born, with help from Leo & her sisters. She thought it was "safe" since they "destroyed" the Nexus. But by the time she gave birth, the spiritual energy from the Nexus had begun to refill itself, making her daughter's just as susceptible to turn evil as she and Wyatt were.
(2012/2013?) When her daughters were little, they were briefly kidnapped by the demonic sorcerer Corvalus who had found the wizard Glenwyn's scroll containing a prophecy about a new Charmed Power, a new trio of sisters, arising from the Warren line that could be swayed to evil. He then kidnapped Phoebe's daughters, believing them to be the fulfillment of this prophecy, to raise them evil. When the Charmed Ones found Corvalus, vanquished him, and rescued the girls, Phoebe touched Glenwyn's scroll and had an astral vision that her daughters would become the "evil Charmed Ones" controlled by some unknown Great Evil in the future. To prevent this and protect them, she bound their powers. Her daughters grew up having only basic witch powers like spellcasting, scrying, potions, etc... and believing the lie their mother told them their whole lives- that they were just late bloomers like their Aunt Paige and that "someday" their powers would kick in.
That's a bit of what I have right now.... let me know what you think, or what you'd improve?
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As for a revival series, the storyline could be something like this:
Setting: circa 2034, San Francisco
The Halliwell families have gathered to mourn the loss of their loved ones- Phoebe & Coop Halliwell. Their house was destroyed in an explosive attack that took their lives, and their daughters were left homeless. P.J. & Parker have moved into the Manor with their Aunt Piper, Uncle Leo & Cousin Mel. They've taken over the spare rooms that belonged to Wyatt & Chris (Wyatt moved into a condo with his wife Marina, and Chris lives at his club "Aftershock"- the former P3 which Piper gave him ownership of to focus on her restaurant). During the wake back at the Manor, Peyton asks her Aunt Piper if she can stay and live with them for awhile too, revealing that she's too emotionally distraught to go back to UCLA. Piper graciously tells her the Manor is her home too.
That night, Piper sneaks up to the attic to meet Paige who orbs in. Together, they secretly summon Grams & their mom Patty, as Piper knew it'd be pointless to try and summon Phoebe & Coop so soon after their deaths. But they wanted answers, and to understand why this happened. The Power of Three was now officially broken, with no long-lost sister to complete the trio. Grams explains that it's true that with Phoebe gone, Piper & Paige were no longer Charmed. But she assures them they still have their Wiccan powers, just not the collective Power of Three. Patty adds that the Power of Three was not gone, only dormant. Paige asks how they're supposed to vanquish the demons who killed Phoebe and Coop without the Power of Three? Grams replies that they can't. Piper flips out and blows something up in anger. Parker, who had been secretly listening behind the attic door, freaks at the sound and runs back downstairs before she's found eavesdropping. It is then that Grams clarifies. It is not Piper and Paige who will vanquish the demons responsible, but the new Charmed Ones. Paige asks "and who are the new Charmed Ones supposed to be?" Patty replies, "the ones whose powers were bound by their mother" to which Piper reluctantly recalls "who had a terrifying vision of their very evil future."
Phoebe's daughters are each dealing with their parent's deaths differently. P.J. is in denial, using her career as a photojournalist and her sexual trysts with her friend Trent Newsom to numb the pain away. Peyton is fighting through waves of depression, finding comfort with her cousin Mel and Aunt Piper. And Parker...well she's pissed. Her outlet starts with beating the crap out of big guys at the local gym using her MMA skills and progresses to her going full slayer mode & hunting down demons & vampires with her satchel of potions, backup spells, and a set of wooden stakes. But Parker is also feeling guilty. Guilty that she didn’t have the power to save her parents. Guilty that she survived while her parents died trying to protect their powerless daughter. After all, she was the only one home with them that night. P.J. was out with Trent and Peyton was away at college. She swears to herself that she will avenge her parents death, and find the demons responsible. But before she can do that she needs to find a way to trigger the long dormant powers she knows she has somewhere deep inside.
At some point after this, we discover that the BOS has been kept locked away in the attic for years. We learn this happened after a Christmas debacle involving a 14 year old Chris accidentally summoning Goblins, wrecking havoc on the manor, injuring a few, and which led to the sisters deciding it was best for their young kids to practice magic at Magic School and keep the BOS from them until they were mature enough to handle it. Parker finds out Mel knows where the key to the Attic is.
On a dark, stormy night, beneath the light of a full moon, Parker swipes the key from her aunt's bedroom while she's away at work, and sneaks into the attic. She finds the dusty old BOS in its rightful place and starts flipping through it looking for the demons who killed her parents. A teary eyed Peyton walks in and asks what Parker's doing up there. But before Parker can reply, the BOS starts flipping on its own, landing on the Dominus Trinus invocation. As Parker begins to read the invocation aloud, P.J. arrives from work. She calls out "Hey anyone home?" As Parker completes the reading, the Manor begins to shake, P.J. holds onto the staircases banister for support and looks up to see the chandelier glowing a bright PINK color. The shaking stops, right as the power goes out. P.J. whips out her phone flashlight and runs up the stairs frantically calling for her sisters.
(INSERT BIG SISTER SCOLDING HERE)
Holding her phone flashlight over the BOS, Parker can't find the demons responsible for her parents murder. P.J. makes her lock the attic back up and put the key back where she found it before their Aunt finds out. Parker shrugs her off and says she's heading to Magic School to find answers. P.J. & Peyton pursue her down the stairs....
MY REASONING
Phoebe & Coop dying would allow for Alyssa & Victor to return only in certain episodes as spirits. And thus, allow some space between the actresses....
Of course, this would be set sometime in the 2030's, so Holly, Rose & Alyssa could play 60-year-old versions of themselves & Wes & Drew could pull off being in their early 30's with a shave, some hair dye & make-up. All the kids would be anywhere from 22-32 years old.
ALSO, I want to see Shannen back playing Prue as either an Elder or Angel of Destiny. My headcanon says she was turned into an Angel of Death for a few years after her demise to learn to accept it. When the Elders or Angels of Destiny saw that she had finally accepted it, she was promoted to either an Elder or Angel of Destiny😉
THE LOST YEARS (2007-2011) Phoebe was into holistic care and decided to give birth to all her daughters in the Manor, the way she was born, with help from Leo & her sisters. She thought it was "safe" since they "destroyed" the Nexus. But by the time she gave birth, the spiritual energy from the Nexus had begun to refill itself, making her daughter's just as susceptible to turn evil as she and Wyatt were.
(2012/2013?) When her daughters were little, they were briefly kidnapped by the demonic sorcerer Corvalus who had found the wizard Glenwyn's scroll containing a prophecy about a new Charmed Power, a new trio of sisters, arising from the Warren line that could be swayed to evil. He then kidnapped Phoebe's daughters, believing them to be the fulfillment of this prophecy, to raise them evil. When the Charmed Ones found Corvalus, vanquished him, and rescued the girls, Phoebe touched Glenwyn's scroll and had an astral vision that her daughters would become the "evil Charmed Ones" controlled by some unknown Great Evil in the future. To prevent this and protect them, she bound their powers. Her daughters grew up having only basic witch powers like spellcasting, scrying, potions, etc... and believing the lie their mother told them their whole lives- that they were just late bloomers like their Aunt Paige and that "someday" their powers would kick in.
That's a bit of what I have right now.... let me know what you think, or what you'd improve?
2024.05.21 02:40 Force-4747 Looking for feedback, negative and positive
"hello, new visitor, if you're seeing this you're in the land of the vanished, if you're here it means that no one has thought about you for several months, fear not I wrote a book about my journey, in hopes that it'll help newcomers like you".
It was a tuesday, 6am, my brother Joe, jumped on a plane to Canada.
He was successful, or so I thought.
At the time I expected him to return home in 2-3 months, however this wasn't the case, after 4 months I finally called the cops to report a missing person.
Eventually five months passed and I decided to go searching for him.
After another month I got on a plane to Canada.
"What if he was kidnapped and then brutally mutilated," I thought as my heart raced.
Joe gave me the hotel he was at before he left, this gave me a few clues but it wasn't much, when I arrived I asked the manager if he saw Joe leave the hotel or if he knew about Joe's whereabouts.
"I never saw Joe leave, his room is still empty so you can check it out," the manager said. "What room" I responded. "Room 303, I'll escort you there" the manager said.
The bright lights reflected the hall floors. "Why would this man be following me into Joe's room, what if he killed Joe, what if I'm next" I thought as I began imagining my corpse in a dumpster next to a Denny's somewhere.
After a few minutes of going upstairs I remembered my 15th birthday, that day I learned that all my friends were fake, not a single one came to my birthday, neither did my parents, In fact they didn't even set up the party, Joe set up the entire party, helped me set up invitations for my friends, and was the only person who even bothered to be there.
"Can't believe I forgot about Joe for those five months," I thought as we finally arrived at room 303.
"Ladies first," the manager said.
I became paranoid as I entered the room with the manager behind me.
*Slam.
The door was slammed closed as I investigated the room, not thinking much about it I continued investigating, first I checked the bedroom, I found Joe's phone randomly on the floor.
Then I heard the sound of someone locking. The manager lunged at me with a knife. Adrenaline rushed through my blood stream as I dodged the knife, dashed into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. The manager suddenly became scared, or at least he looked scared since I also had a knife.
I was able to unlock the door while simultaneously watching him for any sudden movements, my back leaned on the door as I unlocked the door without looking, I'm very lucky the lock didn't require a key from the inside.
I swiftly opened the door and ran downstairs, the manager followed, my legs began shaking uncontrollably. The adrenaline had officially ran out, the manager continued the chase.
"There's cameras up here!!," this one sentence alone made the manager stop what he was doing, go on the floor and start crying knowing he would be exposed for his attempt at killing.
I became very confused, "why was he crying" I wondered. I then realized this was my chance to escape, I escaped that horrid hotel.
"Turn on you stupid thing!!" I yelled at the phone as it refused to turn on due to its lack of battery. I decided to find a hotel where I could charge my phone and rest for a bit.
I couldn't go to this one since the manager almost killed me, luckily for me a hotel wasn't too far away from the other one, a common trend done by many hotel companies.
I rented a room for $70 a day, I had $100 left.
"Did the manager kill Joe, he might've been trying to kill me in order to ensure no one finds his remains," this thought alone had me up the entire night.
I continued my investigation believing there's still a chance that he's alive, I checked Joe's phone in hopes of finding his whereabouts.
I found a few messages on his phone, except a cut off message on bumble. He was messaging a woman named Katelyn. "Maybe he was living with that woman's home" I thought.
After reading enough of the messages I was able to find the woman's address.
On my way there I felt a bit light headed, I clasped onto the ground, all thoughts vanished as I began to fade away.
I woke up with my shirt soaked in water, same with my pants. My feet felt the wet carpet touch my feet as the coldness sunk in.
My nose burned as the smell of several moldy walls intoxicated my lungs.
I was surrounded by darkness, I ventured this darkness in fear, what if I wasn't alone, what if I just feared the dark. The sound of flies every once and awhile echoed in my ear.
I would soon realize that both of these were true.
My eyes saw a light illuminating in the distance, I dashed towards the light, feeling warmth for the first time being in this place, it felt amazing until I encountered another human being.
"Judging from your number, you must be a newcomer," the man said.
"Follow me" the man added. He refused to elaborate further, I didn't know anything about this place so I reluctantly followed him.
The man gave off a very creepy vibe, he wore a black coat with a yellow stripe on his left sleeve, his sleeve had a hole revealing his or a number, 64 was his number.
"What's your name," I said attempting to strike some conversation, instead of keeping the strange atmosphere. He continued walking without a sound to be heard from him.
A flashback struck me reminding me of the very possible chance that this nameless man could try and kill me.
"It's not like you have a choice" my brain told me as I continued to follow him.
A sudden bright light from the sky hit me. I noticed a village in the direction we were headed.
A man in a fox mask approached us, his mask was gray and black both having different sides of the mask, the man held a baseball bat with barbwire wrapped around the wood, the wood was a grayish color.
"Mike, who have you brought to our village," the man said. "A newcomer" Mike responded.
"I assumed the person who brought me here was Mike, the other guy's name has yet to be revealed," I thought.
"My name is Michael, what is your name, newcomer," Michael said. "My name is Jamey," I responded. "Follow me, Jamey," Michael said. Michael took me to the village, where I was given three job choices.
"Alright before we set you up with a house, you'll need a job, your current number gives you three job choices," Michael said.
"Michael, what's the firing squad," I said.
"The firing squad moves through several other rooms exterminating monsters and other hostile creatures" Michael responded.
"Training is optional since we don't expect most to come out alive regardless" Michael added.
"Although firing squads dangerous I don't wanna live here forever, in fact I still need to find Joe," I thought.
"You may be reluctant to join the firing squad, however joining the firing squad is one of the best ways to explore the land of the forgotten, thus increasing your number," Michael said.
"What is the number?" I asked Michael
"The number is your lifespan, the amount of rooms you explore the bigger your lifespan becomes, your current number says you have 11 years, this is one greater than the number every newcomer gets" Micheal said.
"The number is typically used to determine what jobs you can get as well," Micheal added.
Michael escorted me to the barracks where I'd be assigned my first mission.
I refused to do any training, mainly because I wanted to begin searching for Joe as quickly as possible, he may have gotten stuck here, although the possibility was slim it was still a possibility.
Although I refused training Micheal gave me a guide that contained 10 pages, the pages look old, it's cover was incredibly dusty, despite all that its leather still felt smooth.
As I approached the barracks my feet were no longer greeted with gravel but mud, my feet sunk into the mud, the process of pulling my feet out the mud for every step became tiresome. I was sent to collect rice at room 23.
An 8'9 man approached me, "name's sergeant Sergio, I'm your commander from now on!!!!" Sergeant Sergio yelled as spit was launched onto my face. His foot shaked the floors, you could hear his footsteps from a mile away.
Sergio escorted me to the firing squad. On my way there I heard the sweet crunch sound my feet made when it collided with the gravel. Sergio's veins seemed to always be popping out, his muscles always tense, he seemed to always be excited or angry.
Sergio violently munched on so candy bar, it's wrapper was red and white, spelling out Snickers.
Sergeant Sergio and I met my comrades, Joseph Johnson, Kevin Kent, Niko Nagi, and Kenny Sparks.
"Everyone listen one, your mission is to acquire at least 10 pounds of rice preferably from room 23, if you are unsuccessful, you are not to return without a casket, do you understand!!" Said Sergeant Sergio.
"Yes sir" we all replied in unity. Looking at my comrades I attempted to predict which roles each would follow.
Joseph, he wore a black hoodie, long sleeves concealing his number, and sweat pants, he stood tall with a very confident impression, he'll lead us through many struggles and keep us in one piece.
Kevin, he strafed back and forth nervously, his face seemed a little pale, easy to intimidate however this does mean he probably won't do anything stupid, he's the weakest link.
Niko, with his cold expression he would deal with the most extreme situations, his impression marked him as a savage who showed no mercy, his only goal being survival, he'll keep us alive but we may lose our sanity in the process.
Kenny, her inability to stop eyeballing Sergio's candy bar gives the impression of one who seeks food, this may affect us in the long run if we make it that far, her craving for food may look small but may result in someone who reacts based on impulse and impulse alone.
We began are journey as we left the warmth of the village we ventured to the next room. My feet were no longer greeted with gravel, mud, or anything of the sweet outdoors but the cold wet carpet once more, this time no lights were in sight. I fearfully walked through the darkness, I could still see a few of my comrades except Kevin, he ran off into the darkness, his screams echoing through the soulless tunnels.
*Crunch. The sound of a half full bottle of water made as it collided with my feet. Niko pulled out a lantern bringing me joy once more, no longer would we be in complete darkness. Until it shut off, fear struck me once again. A heard a very loud roar followed by the loud footsteps of a spider, I then noticed Kenny eating a potato, Kenny also had a ton of water bottles.
Niko threw a torch revealing a terrifying spider, the spider was enormous, it's size equivalent to a truck. Kevin's corpse was now in sight as it hang there waiting to eaten by the spider.
I was suddenly frozen, my body stood still not responding to a single command I gave it. *Bang, the sound of a gun, followed by the flash from its muzzle, Niko welded a desert eagle, A few moments later another bang, and another until only the sound of desperate clicks could be heard, we all dashed through the room without thought of where we were or where we were headed.
The spider roared one last time before collapsing onto the ground. We approached the next room, freeing us from the darkness and freeing are nose from the terrible mold smell that was burning our noses. Kenny, noticing a bag of potatoes dashed without hesitation sealing her fate, what appeared to be a humanoid like figure completely composed of black mold snatched her up refusing to let go as she turned to dust. She was nothing but dirt in only ten seconds.
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It was a tuesday, 6am, my brother Joe, jumped on a plane to Canada.
He was successful, or so I thought.
At the time I expected him to return home in 2-3 months, however this wasn't the case, after 4 months I finally called the cops to report a missing person.
Eventually five months passed and I decided to go searching for him.
After another month I got on a plane to Canada.
"What if he was kidnapped and then brutally mutilated," I thought as my heart raced.
Joe gave me the hotel he was at before he left, this gave me a few clues but it wasn't much, when I arrived I asked the manager if he saw Joe leave the hotel or if he knew about Joe's whereabouts.
"I never saw Joe leave, his room is still empty so you can check it out," the manager said. "What room" I responded. "Room 303, I'll escort you there" the manager said.
The bright lights reflected the hall floors. "Why would this man be following me into Joe's room, what if he killed Joe, what if I'm next" I thought as I began imagining my corpse in a dumpster next to a Denny's somewhere.
After a few minutes of going upstairs I remembered my 15th birthday, that day I learned that all my friends were fake, not a single one came to my birthday, neither did my parents, In fact they didn't even set up the party, Joe set up the entire party, helped me set up invitations for my friends, and was the only person who even bothered to be there.
"Can't believe I forgot about Joe for those five months," I thought as we finally arrived at room 303.
"Ladies first," the manager said.
I became paranoid as I entered the room with the manager behind me.
*Slam.
The door was slammed closed as I investigated the room, not thinking much about it I continued investigating, first I checked the bedroom, I found Joe's phone randomly on the floor.
Then I heard the sound of someone locking. The manager lunged at me with a knife. Adrenaline rushed through my blood stream as I dodged the knife, dashed into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. The manager suddenly became scared, or at least he looked scared since I also had a knife.
I was able to unlock the door while simultaneously watching him for any sudden movements, my back leaned on the door as I unlocked the door without looking, I'm very lucky the lock didn't require a key from the inside.
I swiftly opened the door and ran downstairs, the manager followed, my legs began shaking uncontrollably. The adrenaline had officially ran out, the manager continued the chase.
"There's cameras up here!!," this one sentence alone made the manager stop what he was doing, go on the floor and start crying knowing he would be exposed for his attempt at killing.
I became very confused, "why was he crying" I wondered. I then realized this was my chance to escape, I escaped that horrid hotel.
"Turn on you stupid thing!!" I yelled at the phone as it refused to turn on due to its lack of battery. I decided to find a hotel where I could charge my phone and rest for a bit.
I couldn't go to this one since the manager almost killed me, luckily for me a hotel wasn't too far away from the other one, a common trend done by many hotel companies.
I rented a room for $70 a day, I had $100 left.
"Did the manager kill Joe, he might've been trying to kill me in order to ensure no one finds his remains," this thought alone had me up the entire night.
I continued my investigation believing there's still a chance that he's alive, I checked Joe's phone in hopes of finding his whereabouts.
I found a few messages on his phone, except a cut off message on bumble. He was messaging a woman named Katelyn. "Maybe he was living with that woman's home" I thought.
After reading enough of the messages I was able to find the woman's address.
On my way there I felt a bit light headed, I clasped onto the ground, all thoughts vanished as I began to fade away.
I woke up with my shirt soaked in water, same with my pants. My feet felt the wet carpet touch my feet as the coldness sunk in.
My nose burned as the smell of several moldy walls intoxicated my lungs.
I was surrounded by darkness, I ventured this darkness in fear, what if I wasn't alone, what if I just feared the dark. The sound of flies every once and awhile echoed in my ear.
I would soon realize that both of these were true.
My eyes saw a light illuminating in the distance, I dashed towards the light, feeling warmth for the first time being in this place, it felt amazing until I encountered another human being.
"Judging from your number, you must be a newcomer," the man said.
"Follow me" the man added. He refused to elaborate further, I didn't know anything about this place so I reluctantly followed him.
The man gave off a very creepy vibe, he wore a black coat with a yellow stripe on his left sleeve, his sleeve had a hole revealing his or a number, 64 was his number.
"What's your name," I said attempting to strike some conversation, instead of keeping the strange atmosphere. He continued walking without a sound to be heard from him.
A flashback struck me reminding me of the very possible chance that this nameless man could try and kill me.
"It's not like you have a choice" my brain told me as I continued to follow him.
A sudden bright light from the sky hit me. I noticed a village in the direction we were headed.
A man in a fox mask approached us, his mask was gray and black both having different sides of the mask, the man held a baseball bat with barbwire wrapped around the wood, the wood was a grayish color.
"Mike, who have you brought to our village," the man said. "A newcomer" Mike responded.
"I assumed the person who brought me here was Mike, the other guy's name has yet to be revealed," I thought.
"My name is Michael, what is your name, newcomer," Michael said. "My name is Jamey," I responded. "Follow me, Jamey," Michael said. Michael took me to the village, where I was given three job choices.
"Alright before we set you up with a house, you'll need a job, your current number gives you three job choices," Michael said.
"Michael, what's the firing squad," I said.
"The firing squad moves through several other rooms exterminating monsters and other hostile creatures" Michael responded.
"Training is optional since we don't expect most to come out alive regardless" Michael added.
"Although firing squads dangerous I don't wanna live here forever, in fact I still need to find Joe," I thought.
"You may be reluctant to join the firing squad, however joining the firing squad is one of the best ways to explore the land of the forgotten, thus increasing your number," Michael said.
"What is the number?" I asked Michael
"The number is your lifespan, the amount of rooms you explore the bigger your lifespan becomes, your current number says you have 11 years, this is one greater than the number every newcomer gets" Micheal said.
"The number is typically used to determine what jobs you can get as well," Micheal added.
Michael escorted me to the barracks where I'd be assigned my first mission.
I refused to do any training, mainly because I wanted to begin searching for Joe as quickly as possible, he may have gotten stuck here, although the possibility was slim it was still a possibility.
Although I refused training Micheal gave me a guide that contained 10 pages, the pages look old, it's cover was incredibly dusty, despite all that its leather still felt smooth.
As I approached the barracks my feet were no longer greeted with gravel but mud, my feet sunk into the mud, the process of pulling my feet out the mud for every step became tiresome. I was sent to collect rice at room 23.
An 8'9 man approached me, "name's sergeant Sergio, I'm your commander from now on!!!!" Sergeant Sergio yelled as spit was launched onto my face. His foot shaked the floors, you could hear his footsteps from a mile away.
Sergio escorted me to the firing squad. On my way there I heard the sweet crunch sound my feet made when it collided with the gravel. Sergio's veins seemed to always be popping out, his muscles always tense, he seemed to always be excited or angry.
Sergio violently munched on so candy bar, it's wrapper was red and white, spelling out Snickers.
Sergeant Sergio and I met my comrades, Joseph Johnson, Kevin Kent, Niko Nagi, and Kenny Sparks.
"Everyone listen one, your mission is to acquire at least 10 pounds of rice preferably from room 23, if you are unsuccessful, you are not to return without a casket, do you understand!!" Said Sergeant Sergio.
"Yes sir" we all replied in unity. Looking at my comrades I attempted to predict which roles each would follow.
Joseph, he wore a black hoodie, long sleeves concealing his number, and sweat pants, he stood tall with a very confident impression, he'll lead us through many struggles and keep us in one piece.
Kevin, he strafed back and forth nervously, his face seemed a little pale, easy to intimidate however this does mean he probably won't do anything stupid, he's the weakest link.
Niko, with his cold expression he would deal with the most extreme situations, his impression marked him as a savage who showed no mercy, his only goal being survival, he'll keep us alive but we may lose our sanity in the process.
Kenny, her inability to stop eyeballing Sergio's candy bar gives the impression of one who seeks food, this may affect us in the long run if we make it that far, her craving for food may look small but may result in someone who reacts based on impulse and impulse alone.
We began are journey as we left the warmth of the village we ventured to the next room. My feet were no longer greeted with gravel, mud, or anything of the sweet outdoors but the cold wet carpet once more, this time no lights were in sight. I fearfully walked through the darkness, I could still see a few of my comrades except Kevin, he ran off into the darkness, his screams echoing through the soulless tunnels.
*Crunch. The sound of a half full bottle of water made as it collided with my feet. Niko pulled out a lantern bringing me joy once more, no longer would we be in complete darkness. Until it shut off, fear struck me once again. A heard a very loud roar followed by the loud footsteps of a spider, I then noticed Kenny eating a potato, Kenny also had a ton of water bottles.
Niko threw a torch revealing a terrifying spider, the spider was enormous, it's size equivalent to a truck. Kevin's corpse was now in sight as it hang there waiting to eaten by the spider.
I was suddenly frozen, my body stood still not responding to a single command I gave it. *Bang, the sound of a gun, followed by the flash from its muzzle, Niko welded a desert eagle, A few moments later another bang, and another until only the sound of desperate clicks could be heard, we all dashed through the room without thought of where we were or where we were headed.
The spider roared one last time before collapsing onto the ground. We approached the next room, freeing us from the darkness and freeing are nose from the terrible mold smell that was burning our noses. Kenny, noticing a bag of potatoes dashed without hesitation sealing her fate, what appeared to be a humanoid like figure completely composed of black mold snatched her up refusing to let go as she turned to dust. She was nothing but dirt in only ten seconds.
2024.05.21 01:47 Tough_Combination317 The dream catcher
For context I am now 17 F but at the time of this I was around the age of 12 or 13. Around this time my family moved into a new state and we were far from all other family. I also have had other paranormal experiences but only one other was this extreme.
Sometime after moving into this new state, we got the news that my grandparents were visiting from Mexico and they were going to be staying in California with my aunt. We barely get to see our grandparents and we couldn't pass up the opportunity to see them so we decided to pack enough clothes for a week and drive to California. This was kind of a big deal since we live in the mid south so this was going to be a 2 day drive. Fast forward during our visit to my aunts house in California, My dad discovered that the truck he used to own back in the 90's was parked in her garage. My aunt agreed to let him take it home and he decided he was gonna drive with my little brother in the passenger seat, and my mom, my sister, my baby brother and me were all gonna drive in our other car. On the last day there we packed our stuff and we started our drive in our separate cars. We had been driving for about 5 hours and my dad called and told my mom saying he was gonna pull over to rest because he wasn't feeling well. My mom decides we're gonna pull over at the very next stop we saw even though we were in the middle of the Arizona desert. In the area that we were driving in there was a lot of signs that advertised native shopping centers and like little tour areas. We ended up pulling over in front of a huge canyon were we saw a very old gas station, an abandoned building that said saloon and an enormous tipi. My and my sister asked my mom if we could walk around and stretch our legs and she agreed and said she would come with us. My mom, me and all my siblings are walking around taking pictures and we end up in front of this huge tipi. This tipi had doors like the ones at a regular corner store so we walk in and see it is a whole gift shop. They sold everything from cactuses, wooden toys, bow and arrows, stones, different kinds of sands, traditional clothing, necklaces, like the whole 9 yards. And of course there are natives that are running the store watching us walk around since we were the only ones inside and outside of the store. This place was completely isolated and we really thought it was all abandoned at first but we ended up being pretty amazed by everything they had on display. I ended up walking into the middle of the store were they sold these beautiful dream catchers and I was immediately obsessed. I didn't suffer from nightmares or anything like that but they just looked so beautiful and I had never seen one in person. I convinced my mom to get me and my sister one of the smaller ones are she agreed even though they were pricey. When we get to the register the lady starts scanning our stuff like normal and she is gushing about how cute the dream catcher I chose is in broken English.Before she hands it to me in a bag she leans over the counter and tells me that I needed to do a ritual to get it started and she could help me if I wanted to, and once the dream catcher was done collecting my nightmares I needed to do another ritual to cleanse it so it could work like normal again. This caught me very off guard and I looked up at my mom who was just as confused as me and she told the lady, no, it's okay, just for decoration. (Also in broken English), and the native lady purses her lips and doesn't say anything else and we walk back to the car. My dad says he's well enough to continue until it gets dark so we did just that and everything was normal until we made it back home. Once I was back home and got settled in, I tried to follow the instructions I could make out from her broken English and hung it over my bed. I decided it looked too plain and put LEDs around it- in a triangle... Yes I see that wasn't the smartest idea but I was 12 give me a break. I'm going to say that for the first 2 or 3 weeks I have the best sleep of my life and I am starting to belive that maybe the dream catcher does work and it isn't just a some kind of myth for kids to shut up and go to bed. Until the nightmares began. My nightmares started to get to intense that I would jolt awake, breathing heavily and sweating and I would have to keep the lights on to even be able to lay back down on my bed. I seriously never suspected anything from the dream catcher. I was dreaming I was getting chased by huge creatures, I was getting shot, I was being abused, assaulted, and just things a 12 year old shouldn't be dreaming about. Eventually these dreams began to feel so real I had no idea what was real and what was a dream. I would wake up in my dream to see lights being flickered, things being thrown, doors opening, and when I closed my eyes I would be back in the position I had previously woken up in the dream. I began to stay awake at night with the lights on, and one night my sister had fallen asleep against the wall in my room and the painting hung above her began to swing until one fell on top of her. After that, I began to see things while I was awake. And I knew I was awake because I could no longer sleep, and when I did sleep I would have sleep paralysis episodes where I felt someone on top of me or someone sitting next to me. And one day, I had another smart idea to watch this movie on Netflix called Come Play( I think). And in this movie there is this creature that torments a child. A tall bony creature with sulken eyes named Larry. And this specific night, I could not sleep (wow, surprise surprise). I ended up getting so fed up about not sleeping that I got up, grapped my blanket and a pillow and walked over to the couch and lied down facing the door to my bedroom. In my living room there is a movement detecting light thing that plugs into the wall, but it remains dim even if there isn't any movement. So here I was in the dim light looking around, waiting for sleep to maybe even cross through my mind. I'm looking towards the ceiling and my eyes drift to the area above my bedroom door. And I see Larry. No joke. I really can't make this stuff up. There he was just poking his head out of my room. I could only see the top of his hear and his eyes, looking at me. I saw his long bony fingers holding the wall and he is almost touching the ceiling, he is about 7 feet tall and he's just there chillin. If I am being completely honest, I wasn't scared of him. I was mad. I was mad he wouldn't let me sleep, I was mad he had the nerve to show himself after keeping me up and paralyzing me T night I was so angry he wouldn't leave me alone. So look at him dead in the eyes, and out loud I say, "leave me alone, wtf do you want?". He slowly moved his head inside the room without making any noise and I just lay there, so fed up until I end up falling asleep. When I wake up it is around dawn so I go into my own room and fall asleep. What pushed me over the edge was when I had a horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from and I was screaming and and shaking my sister awake and she was screaming at me to cut it out and I felt so much despair in that moment that I ended up waking up, just to have another sleep paralysis episode. The second I was able to move I ran out of the room and into my parents room. I told my dad everything I and he let me sleep next to my mom for the night, the whole night i saw a mini Larry walking around the room and staring at me and I began to be scared. I didn't get a wink of sleep and I was beginning to deteriorate in physical appearance. In the morning, my mom storms into my room and tears down all of my red bracelets I had for "protection" any zodiac sign design, any stones and she took one look at my dream catcher and ripped it off the wall. She walked in literally a minute later and replaced it with a cross ( which is still there) and puts a rosary under my pillow. She tells me that's what I get for buying things from people I don't know and watching things I shouldn't be watching. Although I was startled, I listened to her and recited the prayers she taught before going to bed. Believe it or not, that was the first time in months I had a full night's rest. I slept like a baby and I had the most beautiful calming dreams. I dont know how to explain the peace and quiet in my mind that night. I felt at peace. This went on for a couple of weeks until I decide to clean my room. I'm going through my drawers and low and behold, what do I find? The darn dream catcher. I grab it, run to the trash can and throw it out. After this everything has been calm and I've been able to sleep peacefully. I sometimes see things in the dark but I know how to put my mind at ease now. But I just wanted to share this story since I saw a video on tiktok about a native lady warning people about these kinds of things.
Also, a couple things: 1. This is NOT a racist post 2. I understand this was my fault for being ignorant 3. I am not blaming ANYTHING on ANYONE other than just saying this is what happened in these sequence of events
Thanks for reading :) (Sorry for the spelling, I had limited time)
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Sometime after moving into this new state, we got the news that my grandparents were visiting from Mexico and they were going to be staying in California with my aunt. We barely get to see our grandparents and we couldn't pass up the opportunity to see them so we decided to pack enough clothes for a week and drive to California. This was kind of a big deal since we live in the mid south so this was going to be a 2 day drive. Fast forward during our visit to my aunts house in California, My dad discovered that the truck he used to own back in the 90's was parked in her garage. My aunt agreed to let him take it home and he decided he was gonna drive with my little brother in the passenger seat, and my mom, my sister, my baby brother and me were all gonna drive in our other car. On the last day there we packed our stuff and we started our drive in our separate cars. We had been driving for about 5 hours and my dad called and told my mom saying he was gonna pull over to rest because he wasn't feeling well. My mom decides we're gonna pull over at the very next stop we saw even though we were in the middle of the Arizona desert. In the area that we were driving in there was a lot of signs that advertised native shopping centers and like little tour areas. We ended up pulling over in front of a huge canyon were we saw a very old gas station, an abandoned building that said saloon and an enormous tipi. My and my sister asked my mom if we could walk around and stretch our legs and she agreed and said she would come with us. My mom, me and all my siblings are walking around taking pictures and we end up in front of this huge tipi. This tipi had doors like the ones at a regular corner store so we walk in and see it is a whole gift shop. They sold everything from cactuses, wooden toys, bow and arrows, stones, different kinds of sands, traditional clothing, necklaces, like the whole 9 yards. And of course there are natives that are running the store watching us walk around since we were the only ones inside and outside of the store. This place was completely isolated and we really thought it was all abandoned at first but we ended up being pretty amazed by everything they had on display. I ended up walking into the middle of the store were they sold these beautiful dream catchers and I was immediately obsessed. I didn't suffer from nightmares or anything like that but they just looked so beautiful and I had never seen one in person. I convinced my mom to get me and my sister one of the smaller ones are she agreed even though they were pricey. When we get to the register the lady starts scanning our stuff like normal and she is gushing about how cute the dream catcher I chose is in broken English.Before she hands it to me in a bag she leans over the counter and tells me that I needed to do a ritual to get it started and she could help me if I wanted to, and once the dream catcher was done collecting my nightmares I needed to do another ritual to cleanse it so it could work like normal again. This caught me very off guard and I looked up at my mom who was just as confused as me and she told the lady, no, it's okay, just for decoration. (Also in broken English), and the native lady purses her lips and doesn't say anything else and we walk back to the car. My dad says he's well enough to continue until it gets dark so we did just that and everything was normal until we made it back home. Once I was back home and got settled in, I tried to follow the instructions I could make out from her broken English and hung it over my bed. I decided it looked too plain and put LEDs around it- in a triangle... Yes I see that wasn't the smartest idea but I was 12 give me a break. I'm going to say that for the first 2 or 3 weeks I have the best sleep of my life and I am starting to belive that maybe the dream catcher does work and it isn't just a some kind of myth for kids to shut up and go to bed. Until the nightmares began. My nightmares started to get to intense that I would jolt awake, breathing heavily and sweating and I would have to keep the lights on to even be able to lay back down on my bed. I seriously never suspected anything from the dream catcher. I was dreaming I was getting chased by huge creatures, I was getting shot, I was being abused, assaulted, and just things a 12 year old shouldn't be dreaming about. Eventually these dreams began to feel so real I had no idea what was real and what was a dream. I would wake up in my dream to see lights being flickered, things being thrown, doors opening, and when I closed my eyes I would be back in the position I had previously woken up in the dream. I began to stay awake at night with the lights on, and one night my sister had fallen asleep against the wall in my room and the painting hung above her began to swing until one fell on top of her. After that, I began to see things while I was awake. And I knew I was awake because I could no longer sleep, and when I did sleep I would have sleep paralysis episodes where I felt someone on top of me or someone sitting next to me. And one day, I had another smart idea to watch this movie on Netflix called Come Play( I think). And in this movie there is this creature that torments a child. A tall bony creature with sulken eyes named Larry. And this specific night, I could not sleep (wow, surprise surprise). I ended up getting so fed up about not sleeping that I got up, grapped my blanket and a pillow and walked over to the couch and lied down facing the door to my bedroom. In my living room there is a movement detecting light thing that plugs into the wall, but it remains dim even if there isn't any movement. So here I was in the dim light looking around, waiting for sleep to maybe even cross through my mind. I'm looking towards the ceiling and my eyes drift to the area above my bedroom door. And I see Larry. No joke. I really can't make this stuff up. There he was just poking his head out of my room. I could only see the top of his hear and his eyes, looking at me. I saw his long bony fingers holding the wall and he is almost touching the ceiling, he is about 7 feet tall and he's just there chillin. If I am being completely honest, I wasn't scared of him. I was mad. I was mad he wouldn't let me sleep, I was mad he had the nerve to show himself after keeping me up and paralyzing me T night I was so angry he wouldn't leave me alone. So look at him dead in the eyes, and out loud I say, "leave me alone, wtf do you want?". He slowly moved his head inside the room without making any noise and I just lay there, so fed up until I end up falling asleep. When I wake up it is around dawn so I go into my own room and fall asleep. What pushed me over the edge was when I had a horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from and I was screaming and and shaking my sister awake and she was screaming at me to cut it out and I felt so much despair in that moment that I ended up waking up, just to have another sleep paralysis episode. The second I was able to move I ran out of the room and into my parents room. I told my dad everything I and he let me sleep next to my mom for the night, the whole night i saw a mini Larry walking around the room and staring at me and I began to be scared. I didn't get a wink of sleep and I was beginning to deteriorate in physical appearance. In the morning, my mom storms into my room and tears down all of my red bracelets I had for "protection" any zodiac sign design, any stones and she took one look at my dream catcher and ripped it off the wall. She walked in literally a minute later and replaced it with a cross ( which is still there) and puts a rosary under my pillow. She tells me that's what I get for buying things from people I don't know and watching things I shouldn't be watching. Although I was startled, I listened to her and recited the prayers she taught before going to bed. Believe it or not, that was the first time in months I had a full night's rest. I slept like a baby and I had the most beautiful calming dreams. I dont know how to explain the peace and quiet in my mind that night. I felt at peace. This went on for a couple of weeks until I decide to clean my room. I'm going through my drawers and low and behold, what do I find? The darn dream catcher. I grab it, run to the trash can and throw it out. After this everything has been calm and I've been able to sleep peacefully. I sometimes see things in the dark but I know how to put my mind at ease now. But I just wanted to share this story since I saw a video on tiktok about a native lady warning people about these kinds of things.
Also, a couple things: 1. This is NOT a racist post 2. I understand this was my fault for being ignorant 3. I am not blaming ANYTHING on ANYONE other than just saying this is what happened in these sequence of events
Thanks for reading :) (Sorry for the spelling, I had limited time)
2024.05.21 00:09 MPZ1968 I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom (Part 27)
“Holy shit!”, Derek said, “Rock and Roll! Let’s go!”
“Wait a second, dear boy!”, Bob instructed, “REBECCA! EDGAR! When you are finished meet us in the limo!”, he yelled loudly.
He then motioned for Derek to go.
Derek took the band-aid off his forehead then stepped off the plane, and began walking slowly down the steps, waving, smiling, and throwing up the horns as he did.
The screaming from the crowd grew louder.
Anyway, Corey followed Derek, then Stephen, then Ricky, who took off his head wrap before he walked off the plane.
Tony went next, all of them doing the same as Derek as they too walked down the steps.
I reached down, took hold of Donna’s hand, raised it to my lips, kissed it, and asked, “Are you ready, Babe!”
She smiled, and said, “Yes!”
“Oh, give it a rest already. You two are downright sickening!”, Bob commented.
“Shut up, Bob!”, I shot back.
“Remember what I said, Mr. Hard-Sell!”, Bob said sternly.
“Mr. Who?”, asked Donna.
“I’ll explain it later, Babe! Let’s go!”, I replied.
We then exited the plane together, walked down the steps holding hands, and waved to the crowd.
Bob was last to exit.
One by one, we made our way down the steps, across the carpet, and into the waiting limousine.
I, of course, let Donna go first, then crossed over her, to give her the window seat.
It was the same exact layout as the other limo, so I assumed it was the same one.
It was equipped with all the same incentives as before, except the hard stuff.
Derek, Corey, Stephen, and Ricky began indulging in their favorite incentives
Donna & I looked out of the limo door to see Bob just reaching the bottom of the steps, when loud oh’s and ah’s, came from the opening of the plane.
Bob turned around, as we looked up, to see Edgar and Rebecca both trying to squeeze through the door of the plane at the same time.
“Move!”, “You move!”, “I’m going first!”, “No, me!”, “Jezebel”, “Daddy’s bitch!” They argued.
The crowd began laughing, instead of cheering.
Rebecca then took her arm, and hit Edgar in his chest, knocking him back into the plane, as she stepped out, and began walking down the steps, smiling and waving with her right hand, like a supermodel, still wearing the nurses hat, and twirling the stethoscope with her left hand.
I didn’t see her tail, so I assumed she had it tucked up underneath her shirt.
Edgar soon emerged from the plane stumbling, composed himself, and began walking down the steps, open handed waving with his right hand as he did.
He was carrying his pilot’s jacket and hat in his left hand
Anyway, Bob then got in the limo, then Rebecca, then Edgar.
Someone then shut the door.
“What in the Holy name of me was that?”, Bob yelled.
“He started it!”, “She started it!”, they began arguing.
Donna scooted closer to me.
“And I am going to end it!”, Bob yelled once again, “If you two can not act professional, instead of acting like spoiled little brats, then I will banish you both to the lake of fire, and not think twice about it!
Rebecca! I love you, as much as the devil can, and Edgar! You are my most loyal Demon, next to The Seeker that is! But I WILL NOT tolerate ANYONE or ANYTHING interfering with the success of my plan! Do I… make myself… clear?!”
“Yes, Daddy!”, “Yes, Sir!”, they both answered.
“We’ll see about that”, Bob said.
He then smiled, like clicking off a switch and said dramatically, “Now, on to the hotel!”
He then knocked on the mirrored glass that was separating the front of the limo from the back once again.
The limo then slowly pulled away.
“Who’s driving the limo?”, Ricky asked again.
The mirror then rolled down.
I didn’t know it could do that, last time, if you remember, they used the phone.
Anyway, the driver then turned around to look at us… It was the old man.
“It’s me!… just like last time!”, he said laughing, then rolled the mirror back up.
Rebecca then turned to Donna, who was sitting next to her, and said, “Girl! We matching! That’s what besties do!”
In all the craziness, I didn’t realize that Donna and Rebecca were wearing the very same outfit, and so was Edgar.
“Cool!”, Donna said, hesitantly.
“I got my jeans!”, Rebecca said smiling.
Corey then chimed in, “Hey, Demon chick!”, he said, and pointed at Rebecca.
“I am NOT a demon! I am a succubus”, she said defiantly.
“Yeah, Yeah! Whatever!”, he replied, “Ever since we met you, you have been trying to seduce us. Hell, you even tried to kiss me, and now you’re acting like some demented Valley Girl!”
I love that movie.
Anyway, Corey then continued, “What’s up with that?”
“You are all second hand news. I tried, was denied, and now I’m moving on. I have my sights set on someone else.
Besides, I always wanted a best friend, someone that was not intimidated by my sexuality, fearing that I would take what was theirs.
My bestie here knows that I have absolutely no chance with her man. He looks at her, like most men look at me. I am not the compilation of all his desires, and never will be. She is. The fact that he wanted her to stay, let’s me, and her, know that. It is she who holds his desire. Not me. So i don’t have to be what is expected of me. I am free to be the real me.”, Rebecca replied.
“Can I use that?”, I asked Rebecca excitedly.
“Use what?”, she asked me back.
“The last two sentences that you just said! Can I use them? I’ll give you a writers credit!”, I responded.
“I don’t remember what I said”, she admitted
“I don’t have to be what is expected of me. I am free to be the real me.
That would make a great verse for a song.”, I said. “Can I use it?”, I asked again.
“Songwriters, Man!”, Stephen said wasted, shaking his head, “Wild Bunch!”
“Just say Yes, dear!”, Bob said nonchalantly.
“O- Ok! Um, Yes!”, Rebecca answered, “But what’s a writers credit?”, she asked.
“I’ll tell you later, dear!”, Bob told her, nonchalantly as well.
I actually used that verse in a song later on, giving her a Writers Credit like I said I would.
Anyway, “Can I have a beer, Sir?”, Edgar asked Bob.
“These incentives are NOT for you, Edgar. They are for the band, and Tony.”, Bob answered.
Edgar just hung his head.
“Hey, Bob! Edgar played keyboards on the album, so technically he IS part of the band. I don’t care if he has one! Do you guys?”, Derek asked.
“Nope!”, “Go ahead!”, “I don’t care!”, “Go for it!”, the four of us answered.
Edgar then got up and got a beer, for which he shared with Rebecca, then got back up to get them both a beer, when the first one was gone.
Those two really hit it off. Laughing, joking, leaning into one another. It was weird.
I know, right!
I made Donna and I a cup of coffee, and got Tony a bottle of water.
I don’t know how much time passed , but it wasn’t too long after that, that the limo stopped, and the mirror rolled back down again.
“Sir! We’re here!”, the old man said, rolling the mirror back up.
Bob then clapped his hands again and said, “Boys! Boys! And ladies! Once we enter the hotel, let me do the talking, you just smile and nod. Understand?”
“Yes” was the collective response.
The back door then opened, and it was the same as it was at the airport.
Crowds of screaming fans, a red carpet, and flashbulbs flashing.
Bob exited first, because he’s Bob.
Tony exited next, because he’s our bodyguard, and had to be able to stop any overzealous fans from harming us.
We didn’t think about that when we exited the plane.
Anyway, Donna and I went next.
Stephen and Ricky went after us, completely hammered.
Derek and Corey went after them, stoned out of their minds.
And last was Edgar and Rebecca, glowing like love sick teenagers.
It was very odd, to say the least.
The sign on the side of the hotel was written in Japanese, so I couldn’t tell you the name of the place if I wanted to.
Anyway, we walked, in that order, to the front door.
Bob opened the door and we walked inside.
It wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t a 5 star by any means, or even a 3 star, for that matter. But I’ve seen worse.
We walked up to the desk and was greeted by an old Japanese woman, trying to communicate with us in what?… that’s right! Japanese!
We had no idea what she was saying.
Bob then ran over to her and started speaking, in what I can only assume was the language she was speaking.
After a short conversation, she reached behind her and pulled 7 room keys off the wall, and handed them to Bob.
“Here you go, Boys! One for the four of you!”,Bob said, handing Derek, Corey, Stephen, and Ricky, each a key.
“One for the two of you!”, handing one to me and Donna.
“One for you Big Man!”, handing one to Tony.
“And one for you Edgar, you have to run the board, for tomorrow nights concert!”, handing the last one to Edgar.
“Rebecca, you come with me!”
“Do I have too, Daddy?”, she asked.
“Yeah, Um! Does she have to, Sir?”, asked Edgar.
We all just stood there with a “What the fuck” expression on our faces.
“You are not a child, Rebecca. You can make your own decisions. I have to remember that. Do you want to stay?”, Bob asked.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, please!”, she answered excitedly.
“Very well, my dear!”, Bob responded, as Rebecca bounced up and down and clapped her hands, “Yay!”, she said.
Edgar smiled hard.
That “What the fuck” look we had on our faces, turned into a “what the fucking fuck” look.
“Now, I trust you all can handle yourselves from here, you’re rooms are just down that hall. Enjoy boys… and girls.”, Bob said standing there.
“Dude, let’s hit the bar, and spend some of this signing bonus!”, Derek said. Corey, Stephen, and Ricky all agreed.
Bob then spoke,” Boys! I don’t care what you do, how you do it, or who you do it with, but know this. You WILL be up, awake, ready to go, and waiting in this lobby, at 6 o’clock tomorrow morning, human time that is. If you are not, I guarantee you, there will be HELL TO PAY!”
“Okay!”, they all said, then wandered off to find the bar.
“Now, I have to confirm the events for tomorrow, so I bid you all ado! If you need anything, just call my name, and I will return! To-da-loo!”, Bob said, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into… you know what he disappeared into, Right?
Edgar and Rebecca took off like a bat out of hell toward their room, which was right next to ours. Edgar dropped the key in his nervous excitement, found it, opened the door, and they quickly went inside, shutting the door, but not closing it all the way.
About a minute later, we saw the tip of Rebecca’s tail poke out of the opening, place a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the doorknob, then slowly close the door.
“I hope she doesn’t kill him?” I said.
“He’s a demon. I’m not sure if she can.”, Donna replied.
“Good point!”, I said.
“They do make a cute couple though!”, Tony commented.
“Agreed!” I said, putting my arm around Donna’s shoulder and walking to our room, as Tony walked to his.
I opened the door, and looked inside.
It was at that very moment that I realized that the bedroom in the house, was not a bedroom at all. It was a hotel room, the same hotel room that I was looking at.
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“Wait a second, dear boy!”, Bob instructed, “REBECCA! EDGAR! When you are finished meet us in the limo!”, he yelled loudly.
He then motioned for Derek to go.
Derek took the band-aid off his forehead then stepped off the plane, and began walking slowly down the steps, waving, smiling, and throwing up the horns as he did.
The screaming from the crowd grew louder.
Anyway, Corey followed Derek, then Stephen, then Ricky, who took off his head wrap before he walked off the plane.
Tony went next, all of them doing the same as Derek as they too walked down the steps.
I reached down, took hold of Donna’s hand, raised it to my lips, kissed it, and asked, “Are you ready, Babe!”
She smiled, and said, “Yes!”
“Oh, give it a rest already. You two are downright sickening!”, Bob commented.
“Shut up, Bob!”, I shot back.
“Remember what I said, Mr. Hard-Sell!”, Bob said sternly.
“Mr. Who?”, asked Donna.
“I’ll explain it later, Babe! Let’s go!”, I replied.
We then exited the plane together, walked down the steps holding hands, and waved to the crowd.
Bob was last to exit.
One by one, we made our way down the steps, across the carpet, and into the waiting limousine.
I, of course, let Donna go first, then crossed over her, to give her the window seat.
It was the same exact layout as the other limo, so I assumed it was the same one.
It was equipped with all the same incentives as before, except the hard stuff.
Derek, Corey, Stephen, and Ricky began indulging in their favorite incentives
Donna & I looked out of the limo door to see Bob just reaching the bottom of the steps, when loud oh’s and ah’s, came from the opening of the plane.
Bob turned around, as we looked up, to see Edgar and Rebecca both trying to squeeze through the door of the plane at the same time.
“Move!”, “You move!”, “I’m going first!”, “No, me!”, “Jezebel”, “Daddy’s bitch!” They argued.
The crowd began laughing, instead of cheering.
Rebecca then took her arm, and hit Edgar in his chest, knocking him back into the plane, as she stepped out, and began walking down the steps, smiling and waving with her right hand, like a supermodel, still wearing the nurses hat, and twirling the stethoscope with her left hand.
I didn’t see her tail, so I assumed she had it tucked up underneath her shirt.
Edgar soon emerged from the plane stumbling, composed himself, and began walking down the steps, open handed waving with his right hand as he did.
He was carrying his pilot’s jacket and hat in his left hand
Anyway, Bob then got in the limo, then Rebecca, then Edgar.
Someone then shut the door.
“What in the Holy name of me was that?”, Bob yelled.
“He started it!”, “She started it!”, they began arguing.
Donna scooted closer to me.
“And I am going to end it!”, Bob yelled once again, “If you two can not act professional, instead of acting like spoiled little brats, then I will banish you both to the lake of fire, and not think twice about it!
Rebecca! I love you, as much as the devil can, and Edgar! You are my most loyal Demon, next to The Seeker that is! But I WILL NOT tolerate ANYONE or ANYTHING interfering with the success of my plan! Do I… make myself… clear?!”
“Yes, Daddy!”, “Yes, Sir!”, they both answered.
“We’ll see about that”, Bob said.
He then smiled, like clicking off a switch and said dramatically, “Now, on to the hotel!”
He then knocked on the mirrored glass that was separating the front of the limo from the back once again.
The limo then slowly pulled away.
“Who’s driving the limo?”, Ricky asked again.
The mirror then rolled down.
I didn’t know it could do that, last time, if you remember, they used the phone.
Anyway, the driver then turned around to look at us… It was the old man.
“It’s me!… just like last time!”, he said laughing, then rolled the mirror back up.
Rebecca then turned to Donna, who was sitting next to her, and said, “Girl! We matching! That’s what besties do!”
In all the craziness, I didn’t realize that Donna and Rebecca were wearing the very same outfit, and so was Edgar.
“Cool!”, Donna said, hesitantly.
“I got my jeans!”, Rebecca said smiling.
Corey then chimed in, “Hey, Demon chick!”, he said, and pointed at Rebecca.
“I am NOT a demon! I am a succubus”, she said defiantly.
“Yeah, Yeah! Whatever!”, he replied, “Ever since we met you, you have been trying to seduce us. Hell, you even tried to kiss me, and now you’re acting like some demented Valley Girl!”
I love that movie.
Anyway, Corey then continued, “What’s up with that?”
“You are all second hand news. I tried, was denied, and now I’m moving on. I have my sights set on someone else.
Besides, I always wanted a best friend, someone that was not intimidated by my sexuality, fearing that I would take what was theirs.
My bestie here knows that I have absolutely no chance with her man. He looks at her, like most men look at me. I am not the compilation of all his desires, and never will be. She is. The fact that he wanted her to stay, let’s me, and her, know that. It is she who holds his desire. Not me. So i don’t have to be what is expected of me. I am free to be the real me.”, Rebecca replied.
“Can I use that?”, I asked Rebecca excitedly.
“Use what?”, she asked me back.
“The last two sentences that you just said! Can I use them? I’ll give you a writers credit!”, I responded.
“I don’t remember what I said”, she admitted
“I don’t have to be what is expected of me. I am free to be the real me.
That would make a great verse for a song.”, I said. “Can I use it?”, I asked again.
“Songwriters, Man!”, Stephen said wasted, shaking his head, “Wild Bunch!”
“Just say Yes, dear!”, Bob said nonchalantly.
“O- Ok! Um, Yes!”, Rebecca answered, “But what’s a writers credit?”, she asked.
“I’ll tell you later, dear!”, Bob told her, nonchalantly as well.
I actually used that verse in a song later on, giving her a Writers Credit like I said I would.
Anyway, “Can I have a beer, Sir?”, Edgar asked Bob.
“These incentives are NOT for you, Edgar. They are for the band, and Tony.”, Bob answered.
Edgar just hung his head.
“Hey, Bob! Edgar played keyboards on the album, so technically he IS part of the band. I don’t care if he has one! Do you guys?”, Derek asked.
“Nope!”, “Go ahead!”, “I don’t care!”, “Go for it!”, the four of us answered.
Edgar then got up and got a beer, for which he shared with Rebecca, then got back up to get them both a beer, when the first one was gone.
Those two really hit it off. Laughing, joking, leaning into one another. It was weird.
I know, right!
I made Donna and I a cup of coffee, and got Tony a bottle of water.
I don’t know how much time passed , but it wasn’t too long after that, that the limo stopped, and the mirror rolled back down again.
“Sir! We’re here!”, the old man said, rolling the mirror back up.
Bob then clapped his hands again and said, “Boys! Boys! And ladies! Once we enter the hotel, let me do the talking, you just smile and nod. Understand?”
“Yes” was the collective response.
The back door then opened, and it was the same as it was at the airport.
Crowds of screaming fans, a red carpet, and flashbulbs flashing.
Bob exited first, because he’s Bob.
Tony exited next, because he’s our bodyguard, and had to be able to stop any overzealous fans from harming us.
We didn’t think about that when we exited the plane.
Anyway, Donna and I went next.
Stephen and Ricky went after us, completely hammered.
Derek and Corey went after them, stoned out of their minds.
And last was Edgar and Rebecca, glowing like love sick teenagers.
It was very odd, to say the least.
The sign on the side of the hotel was written in Japanese, so I couldn’t tell you the name of the place if I wanted to.
Anyway, we walked, in that order, to the front door.
Bob opened the door and we walked inside.
It wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t a 5 star by any means, or even a 3 star, for that matter. But I’ve seen worse.
We walked up to the desk and was greeted by an old Japanese woman, trying to communicate with us in what?… that’s right! Japanese!
We had no idea what she was saying.
Bob then ran over to her and started speaking, in what I can only assume was the language she was speaking.
After a short conversation, she reached behind her and pulled 7 room keys off the wall, and handed them to Bob.
“Here you go, Boys! One for the four of you!”,Bob said, handing Derek, Corey, Stephen, and Ricky, each a key.
“One for the two of you!”, handing one to me and Donna.
“One for you Big Man!”, handing one to Tony.
“And one for you Edgar, you have to run the board, for tomorrow nights concert!”, handing the last one to Edgar.
“Rebecca, you come with me!”
“Do I have too, Daddy?”, she asked.
“Yeah, Um! Does she have to, Sir?”, asked Edgar.
We all just stood there with a “What the fuck” expression on our faces.
“You are not a child, Rebecca. You can make your own decisions. I have to remember that. Do you want to stay?”, Bob asked.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, please!”, she answered excitedly.
“Very well, my dear!”, Bob responded, as Rebecca bounced up and down and clapped her hands, “Yay!”, she said.
Edgar smiled hard.
That “What the fuck” look we had on our faces, turned into a “what the fucking fuck” look.
“Now, I trust you all can handle yourselves from here, you’re rooms are just down that hall. Enjoy boys… and girls.”, Bob said standing there.
“Dude, let’s hit the bar, and spend some of this signing bonus!”, Derek said. Corey, Stephen, and Ricky all agreed.
Bob then spoke,” Boys! I don’t care what you do, how you do it, or who you do it with, but know this. You WILL be up, awake, ready to go, and waiting in this lobby, at 6 o’clock tomorrow morning, human time that is. If you are not, I guarantee you, there will be HELL TO PAY!”
“Okay!”, they all said, then wandered off to find the bar.
“Now, I have to confirm the events for tomorrow, so I bid you all ado! If you need anything, just call my name, and I will return! To-da-loo!”, Bob said, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into… you know what he disappeared into, Right?
Edgar and Rebecca took off like a bat out of hell toward their room, which was right next to ours. Edgar dropped the key in his nervous excitement, found it, opened the door, and they quickly went inside, shutting the door, but not closing it all the way.
About a minute later, we saw the tip of Rebecca’s tail poke out of the opening, place a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the doorknob, then slowly close the door.
“I hope she doesn’t kill him?” I said.
“He’s a demon. I’m not sure if she can.”, Donna replied.
“Good point!”, I said.
“They do make a cute couple though!”, Tony commented.
“Agreed!” I said, putting my arm around Donna’s shoulder and walking to our room, as Tony walked to his.
I opened the door, and looked inside.
It was at that very moment that I realized that the bedroom in the house, was not a bedroom at all. It was a hotel room, the same hotel room that I was looking at.
2024.05.21 00:07 Extra_Marsupial1682 How feasible is it to rent out a house for homelessness prevention?
I might inherit a large old 4 bedroom house in a year or two. I’m quite financially comfortable so I don’t need to use, rent, or sell it. But I’m not rich enough to stop working.
One idea was to use it for homelessness prevention for parents with kids until they can get back on their feet. Better than selling the house, getting taxed, and giving it to a charity where they have to pay their CEO. I could rely on charities to find the newly struggling people, and rent to them for cheap.
I’m willing to net lose up to 25k/year of money after collecting rent. Biggest fear is squatting and lawsuits. If they are renters who pay let’s say 300/month, will that let me evict them if I need to?
How feasible is this?
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One idea was to use it for homelessness prevention for parents with kids until they can get back on their feet. Better than selling the house, getting taxed, and giving it to a charity where they have to pay their CEO. I could rely on charities to find the newly struggling people, and rent to them for cheap.
I’m willing to net lose up to 25k/year of money after collecting rent. Biggest fear is squatting and lawsuits. If they are renters who pay let’s say 300/month, will that let me evict them if I need to?
How feasible is this?
2024.05.20 23:17 MrsLadyZedd The NeverEnding Story (1984)
MLZ MAP (Score): 98.70 / Zedd MAP (Score): 95.22 / Score Gap: 3.48
The NeverEnding Story (1984)
Our Collection
IMDb Summary: A troubled boy dives into a wondrous fantasy world through the pages of a mysterious book.
Starring Noah Hathaway, Barret Oliver, Tami Stronach, Patricia Hayes, Sydney Bromley, Gerald McRaney and Moses Gunn.
Speaking of fantasy films, this is a big favorite of mine. ((I assume someone, somewhere, is discussing fantasy films.)) Seeing it when I was a tween, I identified with Bastian when it came to not fitting in at school, and escaping into books. I have been a heavy reader since I got into my parents’ encyclopedias as a tyke!
I was pretty jealous of Bastian when I was a kid, at least for the hiding place he found in the attic of his school. Though I was an “only” child (technically having two step-sisters but age and circumstances having each of us raised without the others) I guess I still wanted a space even more private than my bedroom. At the time, we rented a small duplex in the little town of Oakdale, California. My Mom was on…husband number three - and what I believe will be final. (As they are getting up there in age these days.)
This little duplex had a garage behind it which we did not use for our car. I found a cot somewhere and set up a little “Mrs. Lady Zedd” space in the garage with as many creature comforts as I could find. Why was I hiding? Well to read, of course! I had a TV in my bedroom and even my own phone line after awhile. I was pretty spoiled.
But I still needed to escape, for reasons I am sure were real, and imagined. None as difficult, though, as the quest of Atreyu across Fantasia as he attempts to defeat “The Nothing” which is sweeping across the land. ((No, I will not discuss Artax. It still hurts.))
This is a beautiful film, and though it only covers the first half of the book, I find that the different worlds of fantasy and reality are both very well reflected in the director’s vision, and I love how Bastian holds the key at the end.
The title song, by the way, is one of the strongest ear worms in creation and I expect to be singing it to myself for days to come!
It’s just one of those films that is always ok to put on, that I could watch and then watch again right after, and where I can always find something new to look at and love.
This is not just a movie, it’s a whole other world, just waiting for you! That’s pretty darn Movie On, isn’t it?!?
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The NeverEnding Story (1984)
Our Collection
IMDb Summary: A troubled boy dives into a wondrous fantasy world through the pages of a mysterious book.
Starring Noah Hathaway, Barret Oliver, Tami Stronach, Patricia Hayes, Sydney Bromley, Gerald McRaney and Moses Gunn.
Speaking of fantasy films, this is a big favorite of mine. ((I assume someone, somewhere, is discussing fantasy films.)) Seeing it when I was a tween, I identified with Bastian when it came to not fitting in at school, and escaping into books. I have been a heavy reader since I got into my parents’ encyclopedias as a tyke!
I was pretty jealous of Bastian when I was a kid, at least for the hiding place he found in the attic of his school. Though I was an “only” child (technically having two step-sisters but age and circumstances having each of us raised without the others) I guess I still wanted a space even more private than my bedroom. At the time, we rented a small duplex in the little town of Oakdale, California. My Mom was on…husband number three - and what I believe will be final. (As they are getting up there in age these days.)
This little duplex had a garage behind it which we did not use for our car. I found a cot somewhere and set up a little “Mrs. Lady Zedd” space in the garage with as many creature comforts as I could find. Why was I hiding? Well to read, of course! I had a TV in my bedroom and even my own phone line after awhile. I was pretty spoiled.
But I still needed to escape, for reasons I am sure were real, and imagined. None as difficult, though, as the quest of Atreyu across Fantasia as he attempts to defeat “The Nothing” which is sweeping across the land. ((No, I will not discuss Artax. It still hurts.))
This is a beautiful film, and though it only covers the first half of the book, I find that the different worlds of fantasy and reality are both very well reflected in the director’s vision, and I love how Bastian holds the key at the end.
The title song, by the way, is one of the strongest ear worms in creation and I expect to be singing it to myself for days to come!
It’s just one of those films that is always ok to put on, that I could watch and then watch again right after, and where I can always find something new to look at and love.
This is not just a movie, it’s a whole other world, just waiting for you! That’s pretty darn Movie On, isn’t it?!?