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Re evaluating the amount of stuff I have for college

2023.03.22 22:10 BlubberyGuy Re evaluating the amount of stuff I have for college

I've been thinking about how I'll store my things over the summer and it reminds me of how much I own and I'm feeling sort of guilty about it
The major things are my PC, guitar, and memory foam mattress topper. In all, when I came here all my things could fit in the back of a minivan but I still feel like this is a lot. Ideally I want to narrow down further to be able to conveniently move around, but I don't think I can really give up some things
How much did you guys have while you were in college? How much should one ideally have to be stress free?
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2023.03.22 19:51 Lesterjournalist Ban for Transgender Students to Use Bathrooms of their Choice in Arkansas

Ban for Transgender Students to Use Bathrooms of their Choice in Arkansas

Arkansas joined a few states on Tuesday by sanctioning a bill into regulation denying transsexual individuals at government-funded schools from utilizing the bathroom that utilizes their orientation personality.
Arkansas turns into the first of a few states expected to establish such a boycott targeting the transsexual local area this year.

Transgender Should Not Use the Bathroom of their Choice

Arkansas Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders on Tuesday marked a regulation precluding transsexual individuals at government-funded schools from utilizing the bathroom that matches their orientation character, the first of a few states expected to institute such boycotts this year amid a surge of bills cross-country focusing on the trans-local area.
The law will not come full circle until 90 days after the ongoing administrative meeting closes on April 7 however will be set up before the 2023-24 school year starts.
Comparable regulations have been authorized in Alabama, Oklahoma, and Tennessee, even though claims have been recorded testing the Oklahoma and Tennessee limitations.
  • As per the Common freedoms Mission, more restroom boycott bills have been documented in 2023 than in any earlier year.
  • Also, it says that the Arkansas one is more prohibitive contrasted with other restroom boycott bills passed in different states.
  • The Arkansas regulation won’t produce results until later this mid-year, it was accounted for.
  • The prohibitive regulation applies to team-oriented bathrooms and storage spaces at government-funded schools and sanction schools.
Directors, school managers, and educators who disregard the disallowance could be fined no less than $1,000 from a state board.
Guardians can likewise document private claims on the off chance that the new regulation isn’t upheld.
Another bill forthcoming in Arkansas goes significantly farther than the North Carolina regulation by forcing criminal punishments.
That proposition would permit somebody to be accused of the crime of sexual obscenity with a youngster assuming they utilize a public bathroom or changing room of the other gender when a minor is available.
Clayton Crocket, who has a transsexual little girl, told legislators a comparative strategy at his kid’s school prompted sensations of additional underestimation.
Rivals have likewise griped the regulation doesn’t give financing to schools that might have to construct single-individual bathrooms to give sensible facilities.
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2023.03.22 11:15 kingkarl123 What is a good Mattress for bad backs?

I recently bought a fairly cheap mattress from a local bed store but it’s shite and the bottom of my back hurts every night causing me to toss and turn! I usually sleep on my side and wouldn’t want a hard mattress. I’ll happily look at any price range at the moment.
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2023.03.22 10:40 tonnie_taller Tennessee woman allegedly attempted to take another woman’s child at Dollar Tree

A Tennessee woman attempted to take another woman’s child at a Dollar Tree store, even purporting that the child was hers. Officers with the Metro Nashville Police Department responded to the store on Mt. View Road on Monday after a report that Vickie Mitchell had attempted to take another person’s child, Mitchell’s arrest affidavit says, … Continue reading Tennessee woman allegedly attempted to take another woman’s child at Dollar Tree
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2023.03.22 09:43 anymilk501 Mattress Stores in Freeport, NY

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2023.03.22 06:40 mattressesbyjimmy Get the Best Sleep in Hartford: Mattress Store Nearby

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2023.03.22 06:21 ChairBedsUK123 Maximizing Your Space: The Benefits of a Double Sofa Bed

Maximizing Your Space: The Benefits of a Double Sofa Bed
If you live in a small space, you're likely always on the lookout for ways to maximize your living area. One excellent solution is a double sofa bed. Not only does it provide a comfortable seating area during the day, but it can also transform into a cozy bed at night. Here's how a double sofa bed can help you maximize your space and enjoy the benefits of both a sofa and a bed.

Double Sofa Bed from Chair Beds UK
  1. Space-saving solution
One of the biggest benefits of a double sofa bed is that it's a space-saving solution. Unlike a traditional bed, a double sofa bed takes up very little space in your room. During the day, it functions as a comfortable sofa, and at night, it can easily transform into a bed.
  1. Multi-functional furniture
A double sofa bed is a multi-functional piece of furniture that serves two purposes in one. It's an excellent option for those who don't have a dedicated guest room but still want to provide a comfortable sleeping option for their guests. Double Sofa Bed is also a great option for those who want to make the most out of a small living area.
  1. Comfortable sleeping area
A double sofa bed can provide a comfortable sleeping area for both you and your guests. Many double sofa beds come with high-quality mattresses that provide support and comfort for a good night's sleep.
  1. Affordable
A double sofa bed is also an affordable option when compared to a traditional bed or even a futon sofa bed. If you're on a budget or looking to save money, a double sofa bed can be a cost-effective solution that still provides comfort and convenience.
  1. Easy to use
A double sofa bed is incredibly easy to use. You can easily transform it from a sofa into a bed in just a few seconds, making it a convenient option for those who don't want to spend a lot of time setting up their sleeping area.
Now, let's relate the benefits of a double sofa bed to a double futon sofa bed. While a double futon sofa bed is another space-saving solution, it's slightly different from a double sofa bed. A futon is typically made up of a mattress that can be folded in half and used as a sofa during the day.
One benefit of a double futon sofa bed is that it's easy to fold and store when not in use. However, the folding mechanism can sometimes make it less comfortable than a double sofa bed. Additionally, a double futon sofa bed may not provide as much support as a traditional mattress or even a double sofa bed.
In conclusion, a double sofa bed is an excellent way to maximize your space and enjoy the benefits of both a sofa and a bed. It's a space-saving solution that provides a comfortable sleeping area for you and your guests. While a Double Futon Sofa Bed is another option for those looking to save space, a double sofa bed is generally more comfortable and provides better support. Ultimately, the choice between a double sofa bed and a double futon sofa bed will depend on your individual needs and the space available in your home.
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2023.03.22 00:47 jimmythecollector [FS] [USA] Last Post for a While - N0rthface x [email protected] Puffer Jacket, Vilebr3quin Swimming Shorts, N1ke Hi Spartan Dunks, H3rschel Backpack, [email protected] Mousepad, B1rkenstocks, Retail D0c Martens, and More!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Bundles Deals or Venmo get #1 Priority! TRACKING by Thursday! Shipping depends on location but I’ll work with you on cost! Over 1,500 items sold since last year so buy with confidence. Tagged photos below. Timestamp for everything:

$15 Items:

Japanese Blue Jeans from Taobao - Fits 30x28 - Bought from Taobao off of a seller specializing in Jeans. Outgrown them but used to be my dailies due to quality and the nice slim/straight fit they had. -
F0G Imitation Grey Sweatpants - Fits Adjustable Waist (28-34) / Length: 30 - Adjustable drawstrings and these are extremely comofrotable. Has white line on the side similar to F0G pants. Bought off Taobao and only lightly used. -

$22 Items:

Chr0me Hearts Medival Font Ring - Measurements in Photos - Bought from BST. Amazing condition and quality is on point. -
[email protected] Desktop Extra-Large Mousepad - OOS - Fits your whole desk. From seller on Tao who specializes in mousepads. Amazing quality. -
Er1c [email protected] Shorts Black/Grey - Small - Bought from Angelking which is best batch out. Selling as I have a ton of pairs and don’t really use this one. -
H3rschel Backpack Retreat Black/Brown - OOS - In used condition, a nice clean up would get this thing looking nice. Stores a lot of bags and still has a lot of life left. -
Retail N1ke ACG Trucker Hat - OOS - Paid around 45 shipped. Take this for a steal. -
[email protected] Archer Tote Bag Cream - OOS - Amazing condition but light imperfections from storage. Always gets nice compliments and the color scheme is beautiful on this tote. -
Retail Vintage Tennessee Titans Crewneck - Fits Large - Thrifted it and was gonna put it up on Grailed for 55. Repfam take this for a steal. -

$28 Items:

J.W. Ad3rs0n C0nverse - (Fits 8.5 Mens) - Not sure if this was retail or rep because I got it a while ago. Worn for just a few months and is in amazing condition. Such a sick shoe and always gets a lot of compliments. Take for a steal. Includes replacement insoles. -
C0mmon Hype Merch Rose Red/White Adjustable Hat - Adjustable - Retail bought off eBay. Retailed off their store for like 50 bucks. Take for a steal. -
Retail [email protected] [email protected] LA Double Logo Trucker Hat - OOS - Bought off Grailed for 90 and rarely used. Take this for a steal (and under retail). -
Tom Brady Patriots Vintage NFL Embroidered Jersey - 48 (Fits XL-XXXL) - New with tags. Best batch out from Tao. Didn’t know it would fit this big. Shipping was hella priceyas the jersey has a nice weight to it but selling it for a steal. -

$33 Items:

B1rkenstocks Black/Brown - Fits US Mens 8-8.5 - paid around 60 bucks on Taobao. Lightly used for a few days but decided on some other sandals. Take for a steal. -
Retail D0minic Fike Last MInute Concert Merch Tee - TTS Large - Bought from last concert in LA. Take for a steal, I paid 45 I think originally and it sold at there. -
L0uis Vu1tt0n Monogram Logo Tee Cloyad - Fits Small - Bought from Tao. Fits nice and slightly boxy. Tags and everything look on point but I have too many black tees at the moment. Bought from Cloyad and was only washed never worn. -
Vilebr3quin Blue Floral Swimming Shorts - Small - Bought a while ago off Taobao. Quality is really nice and I’m selling as I already have the green one from Tao. -
Supr3me x C0mme De Garc0n White Bogo - Fits Medium - Bought off BST but has stayed in my closet ever since. Blank and print is really nice, not as thick as TC but great for summer weather. -
A C0ld [email protected] x [email protected] Windbreaker - Fits Medium - Extremely clean design on this windbreaker and a nice flex but I rarely wear it. Priced kind of high as I don’t care if this stays in the closet and it’s a pretty rare/dated replica. -
[email protected] Marigela Black Numbers Logo Tee - Fits Small-Slim Medium - Amazing quality as it was a pricey batch on Tao. Fits really nice on people with fit builds as it accentuates the arms IMO. Embroidery on shirt is on point. -

$48 + Shipping:

C0mme De Garc0n x C0nverse - Fits 8.5 Mens (Tagged 7.5 Mens) - Bought a while back but has stayed in my closet. Nice flex and is in amazing condition. -
[email protected] of God Sk8-Hi Vans - Fits 8.5 Mens - Lightly used from last haul. Material seems on par with retail which goes for 750+ USD. -
N1ke Dunk High SP Spartan Green - Fits 8.5 Mens - H12 batch. Best batch out at the moment as far as I know. Worn for around a month. -

$60 + Shipping:

Utrab00st x K1th Ronnie Fieg Maroon Utrab00sts - Fits 8.5 Mens - Bought off BM Lin a few years back when he sold this for a limited time. Not in a rush to sell. Worn twice. -

$70 + Shipping:

[email protected] of God White Lows - Fits 8.5 Mens - From my haul and only worn twice. In near perfect condition and take for a steal. Best batch out afaik. -
Retail Doc [email protected] 1461 White Oxfords - Size 8 Mens (Fits 8.5-9) - Bought for retail price which was around 150 in total (130 plus tax & shipping). Take this for an absolute steal. These boots are definitely built to last and everything about them is high quality -

$80 + Shipping:

Extra Butt3r x N0rthface “Technical Difficulties” Puffer Jacket - Tagged Small - Bought in a Tao haul a while back and has been sold out for a while now. Looking to trade for some designer loafers in 8-8.5 mens for my friend. Jacket is in amazing condition and quality is on point and keeps you easily warm in cold SF weathers. -
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2023.03.21 22:47 Technical-Night5275 I'm cutting off my best friend of over a year because he likes me

I (17f) him (21m) I first saw him while hanging out with a group of friends, although we didn't even talk. Later we were both at a party, again we didn't even pass a word. A few weeks passed andI ran into him at a local store, I was in a more social mood, so I asked him for his snap. He smiled and gave it to me. At the time I was 16, he was 19. We talked about so many things, he seemed really kind and genuinely interested in me. I didn't think he liked me in a more than friends way though. We had a day planned to go to town and hang out, in my mind I thought it was just gonna be a fun day out as friends. I told him there was someone I was talking to the same day, he canceled and became distant for a while. Later on we were talking a lot more, we planned to head to town get some lunch, then he showed me a pretty cool hike. I felt pretty comfortable with him, I made it clear I didn't want more than friends. Although I do admit my personality is really flirty and I made lots of stupid dirty jokes. That's kind of how I act with all my friends and I don't mean anything by it. He was joking about how seeing a girls titties would make any guys day, so on the way down I jokingly pulled up my shirt and flashed him. I know now I was really naive to think he wouldn't take that as me giving him a hint or something. In my mind at the time it was nothing to me and I was just messing with him. That evening went pretty well, and honestly I can't remember all the details. I just didn't think he was into me so I felt comfortable being goofy. The following months everything was really nice, he's the person I could talk to about anything and not feel judged, he would just listen, and I knew he was there for me. We did so many fun thrilling things, like skinny dipping in the middle of the night, to checking our abandoned buildings. One night we planned to go star gazing, I'm not someone to drink but I was like alright fk it what's it gonna hurt this one time. He brought chocolate and some wine, I don't understand how I didn't take the hint with all of these romantic gestures. Well the night was going pretty good, we were both really silly and I was out of it a bit because of the alcohol. We got into a game of truth or dare, he dared me to do some stupid pose like put my feet over my head. (We were sitting in the back of a truck with a mattress n some blankets) It was slightly strange but I did it anyways, then we sat there, I'm not completely sure of everything that happened but he started coming onto me. I was kind of shocked, but didn't stop him. We ended up hooking up, it honestly wasn't that great and I felt kind of horrible after. This might be TMI but I just don't like head, I told him that before but apparently he wanted to show me that he'd Change my mind. I told him over and over but he still proceeded to go down on me. It wasn't bad, it's just not something I find pleasurable and grosses me out tbh. On the drive home I was like okay wtf happened? We talked about it and I expressed that I just wasn't sexually attracted to him. Logically he's been like so perfect, the spark just isn't there, I don't know how else to explain. He's physically attractive, funny, kind, romantic, compassionate, basically everything. I just didn't have feelings and honestly questioned myself why I didn't so many times. Anyways on the drive home he told me that he felt the same towards me, and I took his word for it. The next day we met up (we didn't use protection the previous night, so I was like okay ur buying me plan b) I met him, sat in his truck for a bit, he gave me some chocolate and my favorite drink, which was really kind and I thanked him for it. He told me he was wrong about last night, and how he could see himself with me. I told him I just wasn't ready for anything, I still wanted to be there for him and his friend though. We hang out here and there after, mainly driving around and talking, he didn't really make any advances. One night I invited him over to my place, I just finished my room and got a tv, so I was like okay you've gotta come check this out. It's another decision I regret looking back. Because I know what it looks like inviting someone over late at night to watch TV. I just wish I could've looked at the situation more clearly, bit in my mind I just thought oh were really good friends you know. We were sitting on my bed, he put his arm around me, and was running his hand over me. I felt like it was him making a move on me, I mean his hand did go places it probably shouldn't have. At that point I was like fk it if u wanna hook up here we go, I tried telling myself I was into it, but I wasn't and he could tell. He didn't last very long luckily, then for the next while we barely said a word. A few days later we agreed to hang out, I was talking about how I kind of just went along with his moves that night. He was honestly like oh "I thought u were the one that wanted it, like I honestly didn't really" I just felt sick when he said that, and questioned almost everything about myself, because that wasn't anything how I remembered the night. He has always came off with some kind of sexual energy towards me, but said he wasn't. Every time I have confronted him on it he's been like "I'm just matching ur energy" Okay but I haven't been physical with anything, like any kind of what he thought was flirting was only words. But he's been physical with all the energy I'm talking about. Like standing in front of me, looking me in the eyes like he's gonna kiss me, putting his arm around me, and things like that. I just felt like everytime I brought something up the fault always landed on me, because I was the one giving him "hints" or whatever. The last time we hung out, we drove out somewhere, got out and walked while looking at the stars. Again I was kind of going along with things. It was cold so he handed me his jacket, I told him he didn't have to but he insisted. We stood there, he had his arms around me, we were looking at the stars. It seems pretty romantic I can't lie, but I was kind of just standing there, hugging him, I didn't feel any type of way towards him though. I suggested we should walk back to the car because it was cold, so we did. We got in, we're just sitting there, talking about random things. Then the conversation turned sexual, he was asking me about things I liked (I felt like he was just trying to get some hints that might help him with other people) Well I said something I thought was hot. I told him I thought it was hot when guys had the confidence to just grab and kiss me if it's obvious we both want it. Well he took that as if I were talking about him and that moment. I asked him what he were thinking and he was like "I'm thinking what you're thinking" I didn't want that, and no, I wasn't even thinking or looking at him in that way. So out of no where he reached over, grabbed me and kissed me. Then was like I think we should take this to the back. I felt like he was all over me, I can honestly say I felt nothing towards him. The whole situation felt so forced on my end, like there wasn't any flow to it if that makes sense. Again he asked me why I didn't like head, I again told him I flag out didn't, just not into it, it grossed me out etc. Well after we stopped he pulled my legs up, was trying to go down on me, I was like okay I don't want this. He proceeded anyways as If I wasn't serious. I kind of shoved his head back, but he kept going. I wasn't in the element at all at that point and was kind of laying there waiting for it to be over. After he was kind of questioning things and basically thought he was bad or something, I assured him is wasn't bad, that I mean it felt good. I just wasn't onto it. I still don't understand why he went at it after I made it clear so many times it wasn't something I enjoyed. Whatever, I kind of had the same sick feeling after. On the drive home I felt like he was guilting me with everything he'd done for me. He talked about how much better he treated me then all of his friends. I expressed that I was greatful for that. Then he said something like "so you don't feel attracted after sex" or something along those lines. I was honestly confused and was like I guess not. He just seemed pretty hurt, and when I told him I wasn't planning or wanting to hook up with him. He shugged and was like yea. I felt he looked at me like bullshit, you're just saying that. The drive home was pretty quiet. Again I took all the guilt for what'd happened. He kept talking about how he'd imagined us, what our kids would look like etc. I was kind of shaken and felt really guilty, I don't enjoy hurting people or breaking hearts. He then gave me options and wad like do you wanna be fwb, friends, or date. He pressured me into making the decision before we got into town. When I feel pressured I don't like it. So when we got to where I was dropping him off I said friends. I'm not going to date anyone out of guilt. Which I felt that's exactly what that was. Because out of nowhere he was like either I cut you off, I don't prioritize you anymore, I don't care about you as much or you date me. I couldn't take that type of pressure and guilt and I haven't sand much to him since.
I know this whole post is probably a hit confusing, I just needed to get it off my chest because this shits eating me alive.
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2023.03.21 21:45 NullIsUndefined Anyone ever been to the Liberty High School Mattress Sale?

I got an ad for it in the mail, this year is the 5th annual one, so I was wondering if anyone went in previous years.
Would I actually get a good price on a mattress here? Or am I better off just going to a few mattress stores and trying to negotiate with them to compete for the lowest price?
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2023.03.21 19:57 apollorockit Big Shake's is now permanently closed

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2023.03.21 19:42 negative_visuals I recently moved from Tennessee to North Carolina and I don't have an NC license yet.

Am I legally allowed to buy a gun in Tennessee using my ID and then take it to North Carolina and store it at my residence?
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2023.03.21 18:47 Colt_Leasure I stayed at the Cecil Hotel.

The Stay On Main hotel, referred to by its former title of the Cecil, stood tall before me. Its brown brick front loomed. I walked through the main entranceway with my suitcase in hand.
I made my way into the empty lobby and approached the front desk. The inside had glossy black and white tile flooring. Stanchions with red ropes led to the check-in counter.
The clerk looked up at me from his phone with a side-eyed glance. He had wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He resembled a surfer more than he did a night manager.
“I’m looking to stay here for a week,” I said as I handed him a wad of cash.
“This is an affordable housing unit for the homeless,” he said. “You’re well dressed and have an Irish accent. I’m guessing you’re a journalist or documentary filmmaker. Either way, it wouldn’t feel right to let you stay here when you can afford somewhere else. You’d be taking up space someone of greater need could use.”
“This should erase guilt,” I said as I handed him another stack of hundreds.
The man accepted the bribe and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. He then slid a room key over to me after I gave him a false name and a credit card that did not belong to me. He mentioned the complimentary breakfast available in the morning.
“I’m Scottish by the way,” I corrected him as I made my way onto the elevator.
There were fifteen floors and my room was on the fifth. I pressed the button. The sounds of the creaking wires holding the platform stable reverberated above.
It dinged and let me off. I went down the hallway, which had wooden ground and drab white-painted walls.
I entered my room and saw it was not much better than the corridor. There were a few places I had stayed at with my wife around Loch Lomond far above such a decrepit den as this.
The first thing I saw was the view of skid row outside. Its wandering figures resembled the madhouse painting by Goya. Street lights, neon, and litter were everywhere.
The desk drawer had the to-be-expected Bible. Shock coursed through me as I saw the completed works of Alfred Tennyson next to it. A highlighted passage got my attention:
‘and this gray spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge
like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought.’
It was well-known that Tennyson was a part of my agency when the organization was first founded.
I laid my piece of luggage on the bed and opened it. I took out a leather-bound journal, an EVP recorder, external microphones, and a few mini cameras. I placed the items in each corner.
I waited and retrieved my ledger. I scribbled about my findings later in the morning.
There is a streak of blood underneath my mattress. It is faint, very old, and would not even be noticeable to the average eye due to its faded quality. I would not have found it had I not spotted and attempted to kill a roach that scurried across the carpet. The insect has disappeared. I presume it to have fallen between the cracks into another dreary unit below. I have not observed strange or unusual sounds within my space in particular. I have not seen any visions, ethereal or cerebral, which would sound any alarms. Screaming, honking horns, and drunken babbling seep through the boundaries. The wind seemed to flow through the rafters at an unusual pace around those noises. By that, I mean it whistles a song of its own in perfect rhythm.
I awoke the next day to the sound of my phone. It was the landline in the room. I answered it and pressed the receiver to my ear in a groggy state, entangling my neck in the wire.
“Meet me at the Civilization Cafe,” a familiar woman’s voice said. My response would have been irrelevant since it was an order and not a question. I placed it back on the hook and managed to get out of bed.
I showered, dressed, and made the walk to the coffee shop.
Dani sat outside with a steaming mug in hand. She did not acknowledge me with anything more than a quick nod as I took a seat across from her. She scanned her surroundings to make sure no one was within earshot.
“Why did you rent the place for a week?” Dani asked between sips. “We agreed on one night.”
“You know why,” I said. I tried to remind myself to remain assertive without being hot-tempered. I did not want a write-up for insubordination.
“We need you to find out what’s wrong with this place," she said. "Report your findings soon. Otherwise, what happened to the last occupants could very well occur to the next civilian.”
“Please don’t put pressure on me like that,” I said. “Catching a poltergeist in a place with so much suffering is almost impossible. It's like summoning the ancients and asking them about the order of their calamities.”
“Could you at least streamline it by sending us emails instead of relying on a pen and notebook?” Dani’s voice became an aggressive whisper. “We’re getting tired of hiring an administrator to sort out your papers. Keeping your intelligence on point is a full-time job.”
“Writing it out by hand gives me a closer connection to the source material. I have to trust my way, or I’ll make mistakes by breaking my habits. You wouldn’t want that.”
She looked down the road. She finished her drink, slung her purse over her shoulder, stood, and pushed her chair in.
“Stay safe,” she said as she walked to a black cherry-painted Honda parked near the sidewalk. "Take care, Graham."
There has been one odd synchronicity after another. My window, accumulated so much mist that I reasoned it must have been pouring. Of course, it was bright out. Some of my filming devices have readjusted without me having touched them since set up. The towel rack in my restroom bent at its center. I guarantee it was not that way beforehand. I have taken this as a lesson to take photographs of every square inch of the place. This is for future reference in my studies. After observing these anomalies, my body fell into a lethargic sensation. I was reading a book titled The Origins of the World’s mythologies by EJ Michael Witzel before it fell out of my hands. As sleep enveloped me, something tendril-like moved in my periphery. It disappeared when I tried to stare at the illusions. I fell off of my mattress after having a nightmare of a lion chasing me through the Serengeti. I hit the floor. I looked to the side and saw a fog creep through the small crack at the bottom of my door. I went to investigate where this was coming from. I did not see anything as the remnants of the precipitation evaporated completely. In the hallway was an orange feline. She scampered away into a grimy stairwell.
I walked outside after I finished the report. I stepped into my rented vehicle and drove to a liquor store to pick out a bottle of whiskey. There were so many evenings when I was comfortable in my sobriety. This was no longer one of them. I had an uncontrollable urge to drown myself in the brown liquid that had been a scar on my life for so long.
I passed by a few markets that were teeming with too many suspicious people outside to risk going in. It took a while until I found one that was quiet and clean.
I went across the parking lot and saw a mural of Venice beach on the wall. It brought back memories of walking along the sands of Prestwick, with Lynsey.
Her eyes were emerald and her hair was darker than any cave I had explored in my youth. We had met at the Old College Bar in Glasgow at an age we kept secret from the bartenders with our fake IDs. We had a competition to see whose fraudulent driver's license was the most convincing.
I do not remember if I fell in love with her at first sight. I do recall being in disbelief that she even bothered to give me the time of her day. I can remember kissing her for the first time. The scent of her blossom honey perfume lit my body up.
I snapped out of my reminiscences and purchased a bottle of Glennmorangie blue label.
I was back at the Cecil in minutes. I imbibed two highballs and passed out. My tolerance level had weakened compared to the binging of my younger days. When I awoke, I analyzed what had occurred in the room during my sleep.
I am feeling hungover but alert. My 450-milliliter friend is half gone, but I am seeing straight right now without any problems. In other words, I am sober with a grudge. I hope my Supervisors at the Providence agency will forgive my conduct on the job. I do not believe they will blame me. A cobalt-hued smoke emanated from one of the corners. Jazz music is playing around me, whereas it never has before for the duration of my stay. It sounds so old and improvised. The notes are as unfamiliar to me as they would be to a new listener in the Flapper era. Worst of all is how out-of-tune it sounds. My tub has overfilled itself with brackish water. I have not even bathed yet, so I know that was not by my hand. A piece of the footage shows a silhouette moving across the room. Before it reaches my sleeping body, the camera lens shattered.
I ran out of pages and my hand cramped. I wrote new entries within the margins. I also started to hear things other than old tunes from a bygone era.
Human wails seeped in, each one more agonized than the last. Within a few minutes, I differentiated how there were two different voices. One male, the other a woman. I attempted to record them, but it was useless. All my mics picked up were static and the hum of the air conditioner, despite how they plagued my ears like tinnitus.
I lit a circle of candles and created a makeshift altar in the center of the room. I drew the circle with salt. I sat in the lotus position, closed my eyes, and endeavored to remain open to any visions. Seances were always my last resort.
I fell into a dream. I saw a couple, both from the decade of prohibition. They were lounging in the same room as me. The man had a copy of the completed work of Alfred Tennyson in his hands.
It all seemed like a peaceful scene until an argument commenced between the two. The man retrieved a blade from his vest and advanced toward her. He stabbed her. She turned the knife on him by gripping the sharp edge in her palms and hoisting it towards his midsection. He tried to claw towards the door, but failed and instead made his way under the bed.
I now realize I have not met my intended goal. I was hoping to receive some answers why my wife took her own life in this place. Instead, I came in contact with a murdered couple from the 1920s. They killed one another, but the woman acted in self-defense. Following research, I have learned the female is an ancestor of my departed wife, Lynsey. They share the same name. Her family immigrated here in the 1850s. She had mentioned this to me over dinner on more than one occasion. I never knew they had made their way here, to the exact spot I am sitting.
I am grateful to these organizations for allowing me to make an effort at settling this matter. I hope I have completed my duties with integrity. Unfortunately, I was unable to contact her. I will revisit this place one day soon since I have no intention of giving up.
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2023.03.21 16:42 CAMPBELLsCHICKEN Beds

the mattresses which keep us in our rest, the beds which deliver us in our deaths.
the souls never laid to rest.
The nonsmoking motel room's twin-size which shrieks with the sorrowful whine of a three decade old boxspring hidden underneath a Camel scarred comforter with a a black, frayed bible resting quietly on top of where the lustful, sinful businessmen had indulged themselves in truckstop-hookers who wore smeared red drugstore lipstick and eyes which eternally kept dark bags underneath them like suitcases for their next journeys.
Her beloved and carefully picked maroon Sears pullout couch eventually kept close the aching, weakened body of the man who's once strong, calloused hands that had hauled it in her for her that were now being held gently by the chaplain as he softly spoke his Last Rites. Still keeping faithfully the fading pattern of wheat and flower that he had also farmed as a young man, it could not keep him.
The spare mattress gifted from the just-a-friend that she carefully fits with her sister's borrowed blue bedsheets and keeps safe and tall against the large crucifix nailed carefully onto the rotting flowerdotted wallpaper of the room her ailing, elderly mother still calls the children's bedroom.
The child's bed adorned with once freshly tagged department store Disney princess bedding, stacked high and seeming endless with beloved stuffed creatures and held in with white aluminum bedrails for she will thrash endlessly each night in her nightmares and crack her once split open skull right open again on the colden wooden floor on which she will quiver and seize, the soup her mother has spooned into this mouth coming forth and pushing against her gasping breath until all is silent in the the stark, pale moonlight.
The queen-size left deserted in our black-molded basement by its pevious tenant, its crowned headboard seeming to rise endlessly to the sky, so much holier than us devil's children will ever be able to reach with our small, grasping hands. They chained our ankles to the bedpost, setting us on a graying sheet of once pure, brilliant white. They bow our heads down with the sweating palms, moving our thirsting mouths with their shakiny hands to recite endless prayers under our breath. They shape our tiring hands palm together and they tell us to close our Satan baby eyes, to never look above, to never hope for salvation for we are born sinners and we will die sinners. But we hopeful children disobey, our eyelids hint open slowly and wearily and we flit them about like dying moths, searching hard and desperate for an escape into the light of heaven.
The king size with the M.C Escher 'Bond of Union' nailed above in a thick wooden frame, where underneath rested the man, the woman, the Adam, the Eve, who so ashamedly hid their bodies from each other underneath their thick black comforter of fog which came forth from the serpent's hissing throat whence Adam tricked Eve into the biting the fruit of human rot, the soft flesh melting into her mouth like hot butter.
22 years later, the man lays on the mattress with the cartoon print sheets and dark navy comforter his mother had picked out for the cherub-faced, honeytongued little boy who's glee-filled declarations of delight and thankfulness decorated that stark white room with laughter and love. He awakens his father who has smashed his head against the side wall until it was a bloody pulplike crush, streaking his crushed skull downwards and painting the walls a brilliant crimson dotted with white fragments of bone which is now drying thick and russet brown as the father chokes on the bitter whiskey coming up from his stomach as his daughter on her soup, like the endless greywater of the river that drowns him in his sins.
in which we rest our heads and reach the closest thing to salvation.
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2023.03.21 14:30 lyle_smith2 I’m so sick and tired of the bull

To give some background I live in northeast Tennessee, which is increasingly becoming the asshole of America. To add to that I work in a western store, which is basically a shrine to racist mass murders. People have come up to me preaching to me and all I can do is smile and nod. They say incredibly misogynistic and racist things to me with a smile on their face. I am a man which only compounds the issue since they tell me all the things they think the women folk are too delicate to hear. A man said that god told him to move here from New Orleans because the ethnic power was in the hands of the blacks and not gods people.
The education here is also reprehensible, much worse than what I thought. Out here in the country, they began their biology class with a discussion about how THE TEACHER doesn’t believe in evolution. That they have to learn it because the government tells them to. One of the younger kids I work with is seventeen and he said his teacher in middle school stapled his hand when he was disruptive.
I know that some of this was outside the scope of religion but I do believe a lot of our problems here are at the very least made worse by it. I love my home and many of the people here, but I am sick and tired of good people being lied to and them being thankful for it. Nothing anyone can say, no argument, no proof can suede these people.
Sorry for the rant but damn am I sick of all this.
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2023.03.21 14:13 Alielove30 I need to vent. Don't judge.

So if I knew that being friends with his ex (that he don't have any children with btw) I would have never talked to her and told Kenny he needs to not associate with her at all even though they known each other for years. So this is how we met, I was living in surprise paying 450 just for a room in someone's house and was single. A friend named Kadama introduced me to couple of his female friends that seemed chill to go to the bar with. But I don't have a car nor license(the girls don't either) since Kadama car was full she called her ex Kenny (who despite all the stuff they both did to each other like she ran credit cards in his name in Washington and he wasn't exactly faithful to her they still mutually got along especially because they have two boys together) to pick me up and go to the bar with us. I had no idea he liked me or even asked Christina who my new friend was I just wanted to have good time. He was super annoying like omg, he kept saying dumb stuff about his car and was making small talk and idc. 😂 So yeah Sophina calls on the car ride asking him we're he was and he lied to her and etc. He told me he tried to break it off but idk why he'd tell me like I said it wasn't my business,yet. So we all hung out at the bar and we all had good time exchanged numbers and I spent more and more time with him. We ended up getting together but I didn't have a place to live so I ended up living with him and sophina for a lil bit until me and Kenny got our own place. I felt bad because he left her for a girl ten years younger so I became friends with her casually. But I was happy the moment we got our own place. It was rocky we had different view points, I'd get annoyed that we'd take her with us to the store because she don't drive but I let it go after awhile. Then she gets a bf that she liked in highschool and he moved so they rekindled and got ahem busy. Me and Kenny got busy to and I got pregnant the same time period she did. We had same doctor, same hospital but she gave birth first while I was happily eating sushi when she called. (I was about to pop and wanted sushi Soo bad so meh) Kenny children and ex gf were supportive the whole time I was pregnant and didn't mind having a half brother. I was worried they may not be close because I'm not close to my half siblings(I played with my brothers kids because I was closer to their age) but no they loved Elliot as a baby and when I had my emergency c section I couldn't go back to work. We moved into my parents house and lived thier for 18 months. Kenny's boys would visit every other weekend and my parents loved how they bonded with Elliot. Fast forward a few years. We had another boy making it his fourth child and he received love as well. Sophina had another child and ended up with a third child. I was worried she and James would have hard time taking care of all three kids both financially because they are on social security (James works but he never works for long at one job) and even me and my husband are barely scrapping by ourselves. Yes I forgot to add we got married after 7 years of dating last year. My stepson was a grooms man and we had Kenny's brother as the best man. I had his brothers wife as maid of honor and a kind friend from highschool be my bridesmaid. Elliot walked up with my stepson as ring bearers and my coworker who was Kevin's teacher held him during the ceremony. This past year we witnessed oldest step son Cameron get married as well(Elliot was ring bearer again he is close to Cameron while Kevin is closer to Ben) and it was beautiful. So of course our kids got to know sophinas kids for play dates and birthday parties and I really don't mind them as friends until recent events have made everything just complicated. They been homeless since August 2022 because we had them stay one night so they can wait for their money to come in and get a hotel. I took pictures of Trystan and Elliot in the hallway together because of first day of school. After that they went from hotel to hotel and from each of sophinas sisters. And trystan had to go to a new school because they couldn't transport him to his original school. Christmas time rolls around and it's freezing outside and her sister literally said she has a headache and can't have anyone over so she asked Kenny if she can stay and he said let me ask my wife. I flat out told him no because I don't have the room. She kept pestering him until he gave in and let them stay round Christmas time. All the gifts the kids had were donated to them because I saw one said boy 4 on it. And I had to hide my kids gifts upstairs because they wanted Elliot's gifts. They ended up letting our dog out and we're lucky he came back alive, limping but alive (day after Xmas) so they got paid and left I thought that would be the end it it. Kenny let them back in because guilt trip and they said they'd pay Kenny for staying (there not on the lease, there's no written agreement) and they been on our condo since before Valentine's day. James never got social security check for march because he changed bank accounts since he overdrafted from his last one and now they refuse to leave. Here's why I can't deal with it anymore. They have air mattress in front room that the adults and 28 month old sleep on while the boys are on the tile floor. They sleep with bottles. All of them do. Trystan is six, Jayden is four they shouldn't be on bottles to begin with. So my whole front room smellsike pea every morning because they pea through there clothes. They don't wake up until 9 am my kids naturally get up between 6 and 7 am and I'm tired of telling my kids to hide upstairs and eat breakfast upstairs because heaven for it they have to get up at a normal time. When my kids do eat downstairs their 28 month old tries to take Kevin's food and chair. She keeps leaving welch bite marks on Kevin back when she wants something. Elliot loves his friends but he is tired of Trystan breaking all of our kids toys and not sharing. Now because they constantly go in and outside without there parents Elliot thinks it's ok to when I tell him he says why are they outside then and I bluntly say I didn't give birth to the they are not my kids. Like I lost it when Kevin tried to take my coffee cup and lay on his back like the six and four year old were doing and told him you are not a damn baby! Only babies lay on their back and drink that way you have a cup you sit in the chair. And Sophina didn't say nothing cause she knows I'm right. I called cps on her when they were homeless in January and they didn't do anything I just told them children's ages and there homeless and still on the bottle. Also I'm not a clean person but my husband hates it when the kids get into my art supplies without asking and write all over his chairs and tv. They even got into my makeup and wrote on the toilet and counters with it. I told Kenny I can care less about them giving us any money I want them out. So we told them four days ago you have until Monday to get out because James should have gotten his check already. And when he told her they need to leave by three pm (yesterday) she flat out told him no. And her and James refuse to leave she was saying her sister won't take her and Kenny said that's because of you not watching your kids and you know who really is hurt in the matter her kids and my children. I took Kevin to work with me because I told the assistant director what's going on she told me to call the cops. I don't have the lease agreement it's on my husband's phone(we weren't married yet when we got the rental condo). So I'm just tired of everything I feel bad for her kids but my kids and I had to go to my mom's house last night, I called off work for tomorrow because I just need away from everything. Am I the asswhole for wanting them gone even though they don't have money for hotel.
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2023.03.21 09:16 Dunjindad Zion (part 1&2)

I remember the experience clearly, beyond just memories it seems like it stayed with me in a psychological level. The haunting details have been engraved deep into my subconscious, and I wish for nothing more than a release from their torment. I'm an educated guy, and I know how it sounds, but it's important you know I'm not insane; aside from run-of-the-mill 20-something teacher burnout with a side of anxiety, I don't have the slightest history of mental illness. I write this now not only as an account of my experience here in West Virginia but also as a warning to anyone who finds themselves unfortunate enough to pass by those woods. I write this also as my final word to my wife, my friends, and my family because I cannot go on living with the constant evocation of terror when the sun fades away. The thought of walking through my day-to-day life with even an inkling of the possibility that someone or something followed me out of that place fills me with dread; it's hard to stomach food and nearly impossible to find enough sanity to drift into sleep for even a moment. I sit now in a vacant room. I'm in a decrepit old motel off of Highway 219, and I can hear things and see things lurking just beyond the parking lot through the hours of the night. The worst part now is that I'm completely unable to decipher wether or not what I'm seeing is reality or a manifestation of my recently developed trepidation. I'm sick now, and my mother has tried to contact me so often that sometimes my phone dies at night when I ignore the constant waterfall of phone calls. She must think I'm dead because I haven't returned one of her calls in quite some time now.
I'm a teacher by trade. I'm not your run-of-the-mill teacher either; I'm a private instructor. Usually the state, or some charity hires me to take on the monumental tasks of spending a semester teaching vastly undereducated kids. Most of the kids I teach can't even read, and they're often poor and disconnected from society; my most common contracts are in far-off towns or hamlets in the middle of whatever the area considers "the boondocks." I've had contracts in the middle of Louisiana's swamps, in mountain communities in Tennessee, and I've even been flown outside of the country to remote tribes just to teach kids how to read and write. Not to lay down a humble brag or anything, but the contracts usually paid really good money compared to your run of the mill teacher's salary, as they were usually funded by someone with a blank check and a mission to put themselves in the limelight for being a philanthropist willing to save the world from the plague of illiteracy. I've always had somewhat of a passion for my job; I got to design my own lesson plans and actually teach these kids something instead of reciting the monotone scripture pasted into an 80-dollar book. My point being, I don't think I've ever directly turned down a contract, and the one that landed me in my current situation wasn't any different.
I was sitting at my desk, rifling through the mountains worth of gigs that so often flooded my emails, scrutinizing the payout on each and every job addressed to me. I would often do this until my eyes grew dry and heavy in an attempt to find the perfect job to take for a semester, but on this rare occasion, just about a fourth of the way into the sea of digital letters, one specific sender jumped out at me. "The Fairhaven Community Church": I had up to this point never received an arrangement from a church, but what left me even more perplexed was not only its direct nature but the exorbitant compensation and contract length. The subject line read, "Private Tutor Needed for 5 Years at 100 Thousand Dollars a Year." I was floored by this statement and immediately wiped my watering eyes for clarity; the offer was too good to be true, and my skeptical nature caused me to audibly scoff when I read it again. I opted to dig further into the inquiry, and I was immediately greeted with a well-written, however poorly formatted, email detailing the needs of the small church community. I had to read the email three times over in order to decode the strange syntax, I came to the conclusion that the church was frequently taking on less fortunate families from around the state and wanted to not only help them and teach the word of God but also wanted to teach the families to read and write at a higher level to allow them to continue their studies. The church had a 5-year plan to rapidly educate a vast amount of families that would come in and out of the church through out the Time in wich the teacher was present.
The job posting brought forth quite a few red flags but the thing that gave me an uneasy feeling was the list of rules posted at the bottom of the email.
"The educator must use official church material to teach the present families"
"The educator is not to leave the premises of the Fairhaven Community"
"The educator must not under any circumstance enter any restricted areas of the Fairhaven Community "
"The educator must not corespond with any media or anyone who may spread word of the project before, during or after their time in fairhaven"
While I admired their aprehension to the press atention unlike most of my other clients who would demand interview after interview so that they would be viewed by the public as a hero crusading against the evil of ignorance and i could also see why the congregation wouldnt want some stranger from the city to poke around their sanctum.i'm not closed minded by any means but the thought of not even being able to leave the property seemed strange to me. Granted in the past when I made my trip to the Congo I was told not to leave the protected area I was in but that wasn't a rule as much as it was a guidline for my own safety. The biggest turn off concerning the listing was the fact that I could only use "official church material", as I mentioned before I enjoy being able to structure the lessons how I please and teach in the way I feel best suits my students interests and learning profile but I couldn't help be further swayed to take the job by the thought of being paid 500 thousand dollars for 5 years of work in a place that would handle my cost of living during the whole excursion. I'm writing all this as a poor attempt at justifying my own poor decisions. Even going back over what I've written I can feel my stumach turn while I read the blatantly obvious signs of danger.
The trip to West Virginia was, for the most part, uneventful and mind-numbing. I've always despised long car rides, despite being on the road so often when going from job to job. After an extended period on the road, my mind spins into an unconscious void and it becomes hard to determine where I've been. There are often times when I completely lose myself in the sea of vehicles in a never-ending stop and go only to find myself becoming aware an hour later. What little entertainment I had on hand usually prevented me from falling asleep or completely disconnecting from the human world on my thousandth 14-hour trip to the middle of nowhere. This trip, however, was different; I didn't find myself dissociating, nor did it feel like the run of the mill from point a to point b. I was nervous and the further I made in to my destination the more I felt as if I had made a grave mistake. Despite being a 28-year-old teacher with very little adult social skills, I couldn't help but feel that a 5-year contract with some pseudo-cult in the heart of West Virginia might have been a bit of an impulsive call even with the paycheck, and every time I thought of cryptic emails, I could feel my stomach constrict and knot at the very premise of meeting the strangers in person.
I found myself in one of my few "coming to reality" moments of the trip when I turned into a small town. I was surprised by the smell I was immediately greeted with; the distinct smell of mildew assaulted my senses at the very moment I passed a pale green and mildly vandalized billboard posted on the side of the road that read "Welcome to Dawson," scrawled in a cheesey font that made all the letters look like logs. The town itself was placed in a valley of some sort, almost completely enveloped by mountains on three sides, as if Mother Nature had left this perfect little alcove in the center just for this hidden civilization. On top of the distant, albeit ever-present, ranges sat hundreds of thousands of trees that wrapped the elevation in a verdant cocoon. The town itself was small compared to Tampa, as all the others were. There weren't any towers climbing towards the sky with an impossible number of floors; the pavement of the underutilized roads was a soft gray color, void of any fresh pavement, but the surface was laid bare of any faults as if it had been used, if only just enough to keep the earth from forcing its way back through the laid concrete. As I pulled up to what I can only imagine was the only stoplight in the town, my hands fumbled for my phone in order to check the status of my journey. 1 minute to destination was plastered at the top of the screen, leaving me in a state of confusion as the only things in sight seemed to be a few stores and what looked to be a small cafe on a road that stretched toward the horizon with no apparent end. The light turned green, and my GPS sent me to an immediate left to a small, run-down store just off the entrance that brought me into the mountain asylum. The store was decrepit; the paint was peeling from its decorative siding, creating a splotchy pattern of dingy blue and an aging off white. One of the large windows looking into the store had a sheet of wood crudely nailed over it, and an awning stretched from the end of the parking lot directly to the roof of the gas station as if whatever contractors built this were trying to deplorably hide the abomination from God himself. The store had no sign or title other than an LED fixture that indicated that the nameless fuel depot was open.
"You have arrived at your destination," the droning voice said through the speakers of my car as I came to a reluctant stop. I looked down at my phone to be certain the GPS wasn't struggling to find a pathway yet to be discovered by anyone except for those who had lived there their whole lives, but according to the directions, this was indeed my "intended" destination. Immediately checking my surroundings, I took note of the road that carved its way through the center of the poor excuse for a town ahead of me, sparsely decorated with various local stores and venues. According to my map the road didn't break off from this central strip for another 5 miles.
I buried my head in my hands after begrudgingly throwing my car into park and let out an exasperated sigh. I frantically flipped through the emails I had passed back and forth to my usual benefactor to find any messages concerning the exact location of my job site aside from the address I had been given.
"A fucking gas station, they gave me the address of a fucking gas station" I groaned as I came apon an email that had been sent...5 minutes ago. The subject line read "Apon Arival."
"When you arrive in Dawson, be sure to contact me at the number posted below so I may provide additional instruction on how to safely make it to Fairhaven. "Zion can be dangerous."
I felt my heart drop when my tired eyes made contact with the message below. My heart once again began to slam against my chest—was I lied to? Up to this point, the mystery man who had been detailing the project had alluded to my final stop being in Dawson. It was common to be sent to offshoots of towns that were far removed from modern commodities and human development, yet it was also common that whoever had hired me would be upfront and rather specific in telling me that my location wasn't so much a town as it was a "community" beyond the confines of city streets, so I wouldn't be surprised when I found myself over an hour away from the nearest comfort. I had also been warned of a place's dangers before; the last time I sat down to write, I mentioned that on a trip to the Congo, I was directly informed of the dangers of leaving my protective shell, but in those cases, safety was often typed in bold so that I knew what to expect from the start.
I was plagued with despondence as I slammed my phone into my pocket before forcing the door of my car open with an angry grunt. My brisk and heavy footfall fell onto the cement with intent, regardless of my clulessness. I pushed my way through the gas station's rusted door, which would have welded itself to the frame of the building if not for the little traffic that passed through it, when I was greeted with a poorly lit convenience store. The hum of aging fluorescent lights sang through the quite store. Web-like cracks formed on the yellowing stone as if the walls themselves were trying to escape from the neglected mess, the white panels on the ceiling were rife with black and brown spots indicating frequent leaks and water damage, and the smell was ungodly. I would have gone insane if I was forced to work in a room that had that pestilential smell glued to it. The shelves laid not quite bear but with just enough product on them that for the place to still be listed as a buisness that caused the aluminum casings to bend downward like they where struggling to hold the weight of a finite amount of light snacks.
I locked eyes with a surly man with ash and gray hair who sat behind the counter with a dejected stare. He wore a stained shirt and wrinkled jeans. His unkind eyes were bloodshot and glazed over with age, which seemed to break him, and his lips sat inward to indicate the lack of teeth in his sunken face.
"I can help you," he mumbled with a thick draw that I would have not understood if I hadn't met plenty of people of his likeness prior.
"Yeah, I'm... looking for Fairhaven?"
The grouchy old cashier scratched at his knife like whiskers and leaned onto the counter. "Fayrehayven?" He said obviously perplexed
I gathered what little skills of human interaction I had beyond lecturing a room full of students as I approached the man "right, I'm a teacher and..."
The old man quickly cut me off with little regard for or interest in my oncoming and admittedly pretentious elevator pitch, which I often gave to anyone who asked. "Yer in Dawson, gottanuff teachers last I heard."
"Yeah, well I'm not supposed to be in Dawson." I'm looking for Fairhaven. I interjected
The man responded with an apparent tone of disdain: "Ain't never heard of no FayreHayven; I've been here fiftee sebn years and ain't never heard of no FayreHayven."
I took a deep breath in an attempt to carry the conversation, but I've learned to count my losses when they make themselves known.
"Well, I suppose I'm lost then," I said, holding my hands up.
He grumbled once again and looked me up and down with his hateful glare before forcing out a slight "mmhmm."
I turned and rolled my eyes a bit before walking out of the store, completely defeated. I contemplated for quite some time before reaching back for my phone to examine the cryptic message that overtook my screen. I faltered only slightly before pressing my finger to the highlighted blue digits pasted at the end of the digital letter. The dial tone chimed for longer than expected, and right before the all-too-common voice mailbox message played, I heard a barely audible click before a voice came over the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Hayes," the man spoke in a scratchy, almost strained voice, as if he were exerting himself even while speaking.
The way the man spoke was just as unsettling as the emails we had passed back and forth previously, and without thinking, I responded with a little more panic in my voice than I care to admit, "How did you know it was me?"
The man retorted immediately. "I don't know many with a Tampa area code, my friend; call it intuition."
I kicked myself for being so skeptical after his truthfully sound logic connected with the bundle of nerves that was my mind before I mustered the confidence to say, "Sorry, I'm a bit on edge." "I think you might have given me the wrong address; I'm at a gas station just off the entrance to Dawson."
I waited for a moment before the man spoke once again. "The address we provided was correct; there are no pathways to Fairhaven, and we have attempted to remain secretive as to avoid the judgment of the individuals that may regard us as an unsavory commune." If you look to your right you will see a small path cut into the trees just beyond the convince store. "If you follow this path by foot, we will see to it that a member of the congregation greets you so that you can arrive safely."
I looked back towards the blue Honda Accord I had arrived in and argued, "All of my equipment is in my vehicle—my notes and laptop, my clothes, and I'm certainly not equipped to be hiking in dress shoes." I.."
The hoarse growl of the man rather shot back with an audatory shot of aggressive air: "We will see to it that your things arrive at the Fairhaven Community." I implore you to make your way onto the trail before nightfall. "The forest can be very dangerous without the sanctum of sunlight."
I glanced over at what I could infer was the overgrown pathway he was referring to with a shaky breath.
"I can understand your hesitancy; fear is a powerful emotion, but do not allow it to cloud your judgment." "The walk shouldn't take longer than a quarter of an hour." He spoke calmly now, but there was no comfort in his voice, rather a malignant vexation, as if it were meant to be a threat.
I gripped My phone white-knuckled at the accuracy of his statement. His perception of me was correct because I was not only terrified of the situation but also beyond frustrated at the thought of taking a hike up a mountain directly after a 14-hour trip with nothing but a 2-hour rest in a motel at the halfway mark.
"Guess I'll be there soon," I said, despite my mind showering him with a barrage of heinous insults. He hung up the phone without saying another word.
I gathered a few small commodities from my vehicle before turning towards the cutout hidden within the expanse of millions of trees that ascended to the summit of the gargantuan elevation ahead of me. It was overstated when the man labeled the cocofany of unkempt foliage a pathway; there was hardly even enough of an opening to make my way into the bramble, let alone not be perpetually scratched by the harsh and apathetic thorns that various plants had developed for occasions such as these. The slope that the natural alleyway was built on very quickly turned from a steady incline to a steep, near-vertical hill void of foothold, and I had to rely on my softened hands, which grasped desperately at the closest trees. It didn't take long for my feet to ache and burn. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've never been an outdoorsman. I was often poked fun at by the locals for being a city dweller when I gave a common toad a look of disgust, so it could automatically be assumed that I'm hardly the hiking type either.
The aforementioned 45-minute walk turned into an hour and then two before My knees buckled from beneath me. I was told that someone was to meet me at the point between the gas station and the community, and I was certain that I had to have made the trek to their standards regardless of my excessive stops. I laid my back against the trunk of a large tree before looking toward the sky. The faint glow of a reddening sky was barely visible through the canopy above before my dismay began to settle in. Nightfall was coming, and in the state I was in, I had no hope of making my way to the destination in the next 6 hours, let alone before nightfall. I closed my eyes tight and buried my head into my blistered hands, I could feel my brisk beating heart in my palms when the deafening roar of an engine rocketed my senses into overdrive. My head shot upward toward the golden beams of light, obscuring their source entirely.
"What in God's name is a fella like you doing way out here?" The voice wasn't the same as the man I had spoken to on the phone. It was just as old and eroded, but it held much more of the thick twang of a local.
"I'm looking for fairhaven." "They said they were sending someone to get me!" I shouted back over the boisterous hum of idling machinery.
"Well then, it's best you hop on." "Ain't a shot in hell in making any further in your condition."
I was in no position to argue, so I clasped my hands on a low-hanging branch and lifted myself upright before closing in on what seemed to be a crude attempt at an ATV. On top of the buggy was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and an ice white goatee. He was draped in a flannel shirt and blue jeans that have seen their share of hard times. He wore glasses that fell to the tip of his nose in order to examine me further as I approached. I boarded my saviors vessel and caught a whiff of what I knew to be the pungent odor of illicit alcohol. This man wasn't what I expected from the conversations I had prior with the eccentric leader of the religious movement, but the thought was pushed to the back of my mind as the contraption immediately spun its tires against the leaves and dirt of the forest floor, kicking back a blast of woodland scrap backward as it twisted one hundred and eighty degrees to face parrallel with the pathway that I thought to be my demise, only to scream up the hillside with unexpected force.
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2023.03.21 05:32 acemachine26 With the cherry blossoms in full bloom, it just felt right to play this 1976 Moog classic

With the cherry blossoms in full bloom, it just felt right to play this 1976 Moog classic
Plantasia was composed by the Canadian electronic music pioneer Mort Garson specifically to aid in the growing of plants. Originally only sold to those who either bought plants from a store called Mother Earth in LA or purchased a Simmons mattress from a Sears outlet.
The idea that plants are receptive to music originally came from the book The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins. Whether these claims are true or not, it has become a tradition at our house to slide open the door to our balcony so our plants get to enjoy these sweet synth sounds too. Especially now that they found the original master tapes, the newer reissues by Sacred Bones sound splendid.
Today also happens to be the International Day of Forests as proclaimed by The UN General Assembly. The aim is to celebrate and raise awareness of the importance of all types of forests by organizing activities such as tree planting campaigns. Interestingly, this pressing comes with a seed-embedded download card that can be planted.
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2023.03.21 02:16 Inorai [Menagerie of Dreams] Chapter 2 - He's a Problem

[Menagerie of Dreams] Chapter 2 - He's a Problem
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The Story: When a seemingly-powerless human walks straight through the wards shielding her bestiary, Aloe finds herself with a mystery on her shop floor - and with her merciless kin eager to get their hands on him, they've got a deadline on solving it.
Aloe took a step back, green eyes wide.
Behind her frozen facade, though, her thoughts raced at a hundred miles an hour. A human. Here.
That was a problem. A big one. It meant something had gone terribly wrong with all of the enchantments on the Dragon—and now, she had to move fast if she wanted to keep Secrecy intact.
The man took a shuffling step backward, going paler by the second. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Shit,” she heard him whisper. The tension building in his voice was clear.
So when he turned, bolting for the door, she was ready. A trilling whistle exploded from her throat, her lips shaping the tone to a high, looping pitch. The door of the Dragon slammed shut. The deadbolt clacked home.
The human hit the wood a heartbeat later, wrestling with the latch. “Open,” Aloe heard him gasp. “Open, dammit!” His expression twisted even as he said it. Recognition, Aloe knew.
One last slam of his fist against the wall, and he spun, glaring at Aloe from beneath a mess of sandy brown hair. “What the hell is this?” he spat. “Just- Just let me go. I’ll call the cops.” As if remembering himself, he started patting at his coat, his bag dropping forgotten to the wooden floor.
Aloe had already put a hand to her belt, running her fingers across the blocky, wood-and-metal shape hanging at her hip. A kalimba. Not the most complex instrument ever devised, but simple was all she needed. She plucked one of the tines, letting the smooth, bell-like note ring through the shop. Centering herself, she started to play, fingers flying faster as she settled into a rhythm. Her magic rose, called up by the clean, pure melody.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” she heard from across the room. Her brow furrowed. She’d already started her lullaby—there was no way anyone should be left standing still, much less a magic-less human.
But when she looked up, she found the human man scrolling through his phone, terror steadily replacing confusion on his face. “That’s not-”
“No service in here,” Aloe said softly. The man looked up at the sound of her voice, and she sighed inwardly at the frenzied look in his eyes. She dragged her fingers across the kalimba, letting another chord sail out. Nice and slow, Aloe. It’s no different from calming a scared gryphon. “It’s okay. Nothing is wrong. No one will hurt you.”
The words were laced with another enchantment—a sedating charm, this time—but once again, her magic seemed to vanish when it brushed his skin. He shook his head wildly, wordless, and returned to wrestling with the door. The phone fell from his fingers, forgotten.
Aloe’s heart started to pound. Daisy was there alongside her, hackles raised and a snarl on her lips. When a knurl got to growling they growled, and she could already see the impact it was having on their unwelcome guest. She dropped a hand to the hound’s head, still strumming the kalimba with her other.
“You’re safe,” she murmured, reaching deeper into her well of magic. “Breathe, friend. None will harm you here.” Her unease grew by the second, even as she wove a sleeping charm over the entire Dancing Dragon. She was old, yes, and her magic was powerful enough she didn’t fear often for her safety, but it was specialized. She had sleep, and she had dreams. If they didn’t work on this human, what else could she bring to bear here?
Carefully, agonizingly slow, she inched to the side, to where her field kit sat forgotten alongside the counter.
The tension in her eased as she felt the magic start to take hold, the whole room resonating with the steady peal of the tines. The sunbirds overhead came to rest on their beams. The sprites drifted back to their crystal orb, their light dimming. Even Daisy sank to the ground with a whine, laying her head on her neatly-crossed paws.
The human, however, whirled back around to face her, face wild. “Let me out!” he roared—and he broke into a mad dash back toward her, a wordless cry on his lips.
Aloe was faster. She snatched her hand crossbow from the top of the kit, leveling it at him. He was halfway across the shop floor when she pulled the trigger.
The dart notched against its string shot forward, lancing deep into the man’s shoulder. She had a frozen moment of fear as she saw it bite home. If this didn’t work, she didn’t have any other options—but the poison it was loaded with was made from a heavily diluted basilisk venom, brewed by a dear friend she trusted wholeheartedly. She’d seen the same darts take down a charging troll.
It’d work.
The man pressed onward another lumbering step, and Aloe danced back, her breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t working. She had to-
One more lurch, and she saw the man’s eyes roll back in his head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, hitting the ground hard.
And with that, finally, the Dancing Dragon was quiet.
Aloe took a long, shuddering breath, pressing a hand to her chest. Her other hand shook as she laid her crossbow back atop her field bag. Her heart hammered away fast as a hummingbird’s, her blood rushing through her veins. “That was too close,” she whispered, eyes still fixed to the motionless form of the human. “What in Ora’s merciful embrace was that, Daisy?”
The knurl let out a whine in her sleep, rolling over to her side. Despite the panic of the moment, Aloe let out a shaky laugh, casting a derisive look toward the hound.
And as she collected herself, she started to circle the fallen man, her mind churning away. “What are you?” she whispered, crouching down beside him. Warning bells rang in her head, screaming for her to stay back, to get away. She ignored all of them, reaching out to grip the man gently by the chin.
Well, he looked human enough. Aloe grimaced, leaning in a bit closer. Dhumir were hardy folk, and they had a bit of magic resistance about them. Maybe this fellow had a few drops from one of their bloodlines to his name. He certainly didn’t have the delightfully solid bone structure of most of them, but neither could she place him as belonging to another of the light-touched races.
Releasing him, she stood with a groan. “What am I doing?” she mumbled, burying her face in both hands. The truth of the situation was obvious. He wasn’t a dhumir, or one of the diminutive gallafi, or an erelin like herself. No matter how hard she tried to find another alternative, there was only one answer. The same one she’d been staring down from the start.
He was human. And yet somehow, he’d blasted her wards to smithereens, shrugging off every last spell she threw at him.
“Lucky I still had my kit out,” she mumbled. Her hands raked through her hair, teasing at the strands that’d fallen from her knots and ties.
Underneath it all, she recognized that she was just wasting time. She’d laid the human flat, but considering her magic had had little effect on him, she couldn’t guarantee he’d be down for long—or that she could do it a second time.
Which meant that as little as she wanted to, she had another job to take care of before he woke up.
Heart leaden, she eased her phone from its pocket, staring down at the blank screen. She wouldn’t have service here any more than the human did. Cell phone towers hadn’t learned how to penetrate a seemspace yet, Mother be praised. But she still had options.
Her nostrils flared as she eyed the device like it’d leap from her hand and attack. Do it, you coward. Finally, she dragged a finger around the phone’s outer edge, clearing her throat. “Heed me,” she mumbled. No song required—it was just a sliver of Rote magic, like any light-touched child of Ora could perform. “Sing out across untold distances.”
The magic took hold—and as the phone started to glow in her hand, she raised it begrudgingly to her ear.
Daisy whined, fixing a red-eyed, mournful look on her.
Aloe shook her head. “No.”
The knurl let out a low whuff, barely audible.
“I said no.” Aloe raised an eyebrow, turning her gaze more fully onto the beast. “I’m sorry I enspelled you. But you already had your dinner.”
Daisy’s flank heaved with a heavy sigh. She dropped back to the floor, laying her head on Aloe’s leg, grumbling all the while.
Aloe smiled to herself, thoughts a thousand miles away. Rat was still curled up on her shoulder, where he’d ridden out the whole boondagle. Her phone lay abandoned across the room. It’d bounced when she’d thrown it. It might even be broken. She’d regret it later, she was sure.
Right now it was all she could do to sit there, trying desperately to will away the sick feeling in her stomach.
The human hadn’t moved. That was the one blessing through all this. She’d pulled him into a more comfortable position after giving him a once-over, and fetched a pillow from her room over the shop. He’d snored away through all of it, totally unbothered.
“You’ll be fine,” she whispered, her gaze lingering on his face. He was young. Too damned young to be mixed up in something like this. “The district mages will get you sorted out, and you’ll toddle on your way none the wiser. You won’t even-”
Right on cue, she felt something prickle at the edge of her freshly-reapplied wards. Her skin prickled.
“Stay,” she said, laying a hand on Daisy’s shoulder. The knurl’s eyes snapped open—but she stayed where she was, lifting her head from Aloe’s leg and laying it back down on her paws. Aloe smiled, ruffling the hound’s yellow-green fur. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Just stay here.”
The fact Daisy was out in the open at all made her gut twist a little. Knurl weren’t exactly domesticated, generally. On the contrary, they were usually considered an aggressive breed. She knew what the prickling at her magic meant. Her visitors had arrived. The thought of them panicking and attacking her hound sent shivers of fear through her.
She stood, though, rocking a bit unsteadily on her feet. The tingle of magic against hers came again, more insistently, and she scowled. “Impatient bastards, as always,” she muttered, swiping a hand across her kalimba again. The Dancing Dragon filled with the clear notes, carrying her magic with them, and she felt her wards come open.
The others wasted no time. A blade of light lanced through the air at the front of the Dragon, tearing wide a breath later. A trio of figures piled out through the brilliantly-lit gap, emerging to gape, blinking, onto the Dragon’s shop floor.
Aloe grimaced at the sight of Willard among their number, his slicked-back hair recognizable even at a cursory glance. He’s Kyran’s advisor. You knew he would come. The other two mages she’d never seen before, but their gear was sturdy, padded out with thick leather and kevlar over their rough canvas uniforms, and that didn’t leave many options. So he sent his soldiers, too.
The pair of soldiers stiffened at the sight of Daisy lounging on the floor—then sprang apart, grabbing brass-and-elm wands from their belts. “That’s-”
That is one of my registered and approved familiars,” Aloe said, darting forward to place herself firmly between the soldiers and Daisy. Rat raised his head alongside hers, letting out a strident chatter. “This is my bestiary, gentlemen, not your damned shooting range. I have a license with the kingdom. If you harm anything here, I’ll-”
“Peace, Miss Aloisia,” Willard said, holding his hands up. He stepped past the two goons, offering her an easy, friendly smile. “No one intends a fight. It seems you’ve, ah…” His gaze dropped to the slumbering human. His eyebrow arched. “Run into a snag?”
“You could say that,” Aloe mumbled. She pressed her fingers to her temples for a moment, pressing gently. Calm down. Just do what you have to do, and they’ll leave. Pulling away, she stroked Rat’s head, taking a slow breath. “He waltzed straight in here.”
“And he saw?” Willard said, arching one eyebrow. He bent over with a groan, crouching beside the man, and started to probe for a pulse.
She was forced to nod. “I’m afraid so.”
“Haven’t you heard of wards?” one of the soldiers muttered under his breath. “Damned big shop like this, and you haven’t even-”
“I had wards,” Aloe snapped. She folded her arms, drawing herself up to her full height—however much good that did. She wasn’t exactly large, and Kyran’s troops both towered over her. “He walked straight through them, shredding the whole lot in the process.”
All three of her new guests stopped in their tracks. “Pardon?” Willard said. “You’re certain?”
“Absolutely sure of it,” Aloe said. “All of my lullabies bounced right off him, too. I had to stick him with basilisk poison to put him down.”
One of the soldiers snorted, a towering erelin with cobalt blue hair. Not a bloodline she recognized, that one. “A lullaby?” she heard him say, a derisive laugh under the words. His eyes swept up and down her form. “Will you sing somethin’ for us too, love? I wouldn’t mind seein’ you-”
“Watch your tongue, Jarlon,” Willard said, not looking up from his search of the downed man. “You’re biting off more than you can chew, and I won’t be the one to save you.”
The soldier stopped, surprise flashing across his face. He gave Aloe another look, then edged away.
“I don’t know what exactly he is,” Aloe said with a sigh, turning an admonishing look back on Willard. She pulled a bundle from her pocket—the man’s wallet. “I found this while disarming him.” Flipping it open, she showed them the ID within, labeling the man as one Rowen Cole. “It’s just basic human stuff. Nothing magical.”
“Very interesting indeed,” Willard murmured. He took the wallet from her, nodding along. “I’ve never seen a human who could do…well, anything like this.”
“Neither have I,” Aloe said. She pressed her lips tight together, starting to frown as one of the soldiers took the sleeping Rowen’s arm. “You’ll see to him, right? You won’t harm him?”
“He will be safe within Kyran’s territory,” Willard said smoothly, gesturing for the other soldier to join the first. “Worry not. We do have a protocol for such breaches, you know.”
Memory wipes and a toss back out onto the street. Aloe nodded, relieved. “Right. Good.” She’d feel more than a little bad if her duty to the kingdom’s precious Secrecy wound up getting the poor fellow killed. She hadn’t opened the Dragon to cause more bloodshed.
And as the two soldiers hoisted the human’s slumbering form up between them, Willard straightened, turning to Aloe. “Thank you for contacting us,” he said.
She shrugged, even as her skin crawled at the feel of him there in her shop. “Something like this needs to be dealt with promptly,” she said softly.
“Just so,” Willard said. He smiled, drawing back toward her. “Kyran was pleased to hear you’d contacted the district.” A moment of long hesitation, and his eyebrow quirked. “He speaks of you often, you know. I know he would be gladder still if you returned. If you’re ever of a mind to reconsider-”
“I made my decision clear,” Aloe said. The sentence was sharper than it needed to be, and she softened her expression not at all. Perhaps she’d be better served by demurring, here, but she’d told the bastard she wasn’t interested. It was time for him to respect that.
Willard waited a heartbeat longer, but sighed, nodding. “As you will,” he said. “Just know that door remains open, if your mind should change.”
It won’t. “Thanks,” she said, not an ounce of gratitude in the word. “Is there anything else I can help you with? I need to reopen my shop.”
“Yes, of course,” Willard said. “Thank you again, Miss Aloe.”
Her expression twitched. Her nickname, on his lips? She almost lost her cool then and there. It’d feel very good to finally tell the greased-up bastard where he could stick that presumption of his.
She nodded once instead, lips tight, and said not another word. The trio seemed to recognize they were on thin ice because for once they let the silence stand. Pulling their cargo a little higher, they trudged back toward their portal.
Aloe didn’t relax until they vanished through it, the magic sealing up as though it’d never been there at all. When the Dragon was dark again she sagged, suddenly more exhausted than ever. “Well, that’s about enough excitement for one day,” she mumbled.
Daisy lifted her head, letting out a low whine. Rat hopped down from her shoulder, trotting over to press his face against the hound’s, and earned a sloppy lick for his troubles.
She really should reopen the shop, like she’d told Willard. There were a lot of critters living inside the Dragon, and all of them liked to eat. She couldn’t afford to pass up the chance of a walk-by. At a minimum, she should just call Kanna, tell her about what’d happened, and keep her doors open.
But the odds of running into another Child of Ora out here randomly were low enough she couldn’t quite muster up the effort, and as much as she loved her friend, the thought of trying to rehash, just…everything, left her more tired than she already was. She turned away instead, trudging over to her field kit.
The dart she’d fired off had to be replaced and reloaded, of course. It wouldn’t do to leave herself unarmed in case something else went wrong. Then there were a whole mess of dens that needed to be mucked out. There were feathers and sheddings to be collected after that, nails to be trimmed and coats to be brushed.
She went through the motions, her head lost somewhere in the cloud of unease that still hung over her. It’d just all happened so quickly, started in a flash and ended with a bang. She had so many questions—and she’d let that bastard’s people tromp around in her shop.
That wouldn’t do either, so she mopped the place down for good measure, arms aching and eyes starting to go bleary. With every shove of the fibers, she drooped a little lower. The water splashed back and forth, roiling in its bucket like a miniature ocean. Her breath slipped from her chest, her eyes misting over. The waves crashed on, back and forth. The water was beneath her too, buoying her up with every breath. Back and forth, until-
Daisy barked.
Aloe jerked upright. Her eyes snapped open. Her chest ached, her lungs burning as she refilled them with sweet air.
Shaking her head, she started towards the Dragon’s shop closet, tucking the mop and bucket away. “That’s about enough of that,” she mumbled. Her eyes drifted back to her desk in the back, and the narrow drawer mounted beneath it.
It…was probably time. She really should call it a night.
With Daisy padding along at her side, she finished closing the front door up tight, wrapping her illusions snugly enough about the store that not even a light-touched would be able to spot it. The lantern, she pulled from the ceiling, blowing it out. The creatures quieted as the wick smouldered, recognizing the signs of their day ending. Rat ran circles around her feet, chirping in protest.
And with the shop darkened at last, she strode back to that desk. The drawer came open at a touch. Aloe stared down into it, eyes vacant as she scanned the rows of neatly-wedged vials.
There was no getting around it, though. Not tonight, with the stink of that bastard’s court still lingering in the Dragon and the ocean lapping at her mind. The dreams would have her tossing all night if she didn’t shut them up. Sighing, she pulled a vial out, popping the lid off. Down it went, swallowed in a single shot before she could taste the horrible bitterness of it.
Aloe felt it immediately, though. The heavy weight that settled across her shoulders, the cold numbness that spread through her veins. She grimaced. Daisy sidled over, ramming her head into Aloe’s leg, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m fine, dearest,” she murmured, giving the knurl’s head a rub. Stepping back, she held an arm out for Rat to jump onto. “Ready?”
Together they rounded the corner in the back of the Dragon, pushing through a set of swinging doors to the stairs beyond. Aloe waited, pausing a step at a time, as Daisy clambered up the stairs, whining. The sight and sound of it all made her sigh. The leg must be bothering her. She’d have to find an ampoule of salve for it soon.
By the time the two of them trudged down the hallway through the living quarters, the edges of her sight were starting to go fuzzy. She grimaced, rubbing at her eyes, and pushed through the door into her quarters. “Damn stuff works fast.”
As she flopped down on the mattress, though, vanishing into the well-worn covers, that same unease still lingered at the back of her mind. She stared up at the rafters. When Daisy crawled up alongside her, Rat taking up a position on her nightstand, she only gave the knurl a good rub.
But how had a human gotten into her shop in the first place?
That was the question that still burned at her, stuck in her craw. Who had that man been, and just….how?
“Rowan Cole,” Aloe whispered, and sighed. Kyran had him, now. That should relieve her, and yet…she’d met Kyran before. More often than not, being somewhere far, far away was preferable. A twinge of sympathy ran through her for the poor kid.
Well, he wouldn’t have to suffer it long. She allowed herself a tiny smile, eyes drooping closed. Her face sank into Daisy’s thick fur. The district’s mages worked fast. Rowen would be off and back to his business by the time morning came.
No reason at all to be worried.
Exhaling, Aloe curled up tighter against Daisy, succumbing to the waves.
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