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2023.06.05 04:26 Tangou-888 The Hoax Story of Remarkable Testimony of a Buddhist monk in Myanmar (Burma) (Part I)

The Hoax Story of Remarkable Testimony of a Buddhist monk in Myanmar (Burma) who came back to life a changed man!
Introduction The story that follows is simply a translation of a taped testimony from a man with a life-changing story. It is not an interview or a biography, but simply the words from the man himself. Different people react in different ways when they hear this story. Some are inspired, some skeptical, a few will mock and ridicule, while some others have even been filled with rage and anger, convinced these words are the ravings of a mad man or an elaborate deception. Some Christians have opposed the story simply because the radical and miraculous events described herein do not fit their feeble image of an Almighty God.
We were first made aware of this story from several Burmese church leaders who shared it with us. These leaders had looked into the story and had not found any suggestion of it being a hoax. It was with this in mind that we decided to step out and circulate the story. We do not do so for any monetary gain, or with a motivation of self-promotion. We just want to let the story speak for itself, and invite Christian believers to judge it according to Scripture. If God wants any part of it to be intended for His glory or to encourage His people, then we pray His Spirit will work in the hearts of the readers in those ways.
Some people have told us they think the monk in this story never actually died, but that he just lapsed into unconsciousness, and the things he saw and heard were part of a fever-driven hallucination. Whatever you think, the simple fact remains that the events of this story so radically transformed this man that his life took on a complete 180-degree shift after the events described below. He has fearlessly and boldly told his story at great personal cost, including imprisonment. He has been scorned by his relatives, friends and colleagues, and faced death threats for his unwillingness to compromise his message. What motivated this man to be willing to risk everything? Whether we believe him or not, his story is surely worth listening to and considering. In the cynical West many people demand hard evidence of such things, evidence that would stand up in a court of law. Can we absolutely guarantee, beyond doubt, that all of these things happened? No, we cannot. But we feel it is worth repeating this man's story in his own words so that readers can judge for themselves.
My Early Years Hello! My name is Athet Pyan Shinthaw Paulu. I am from the country of Myanmar. I would like to share with you my testimony of what happened to me, but first I would like to give some brief background information from my life growing up.
I was born in 1958 in the town of Bogale, on the Irrawaddy Delta area of southern Myanmar [formerly Burma]. My parents, who were devout Buddhists like most people in Myanmar, named me Thitpin [which means 'tree' in English]. Our lives were very simple where I grew up. At the age of 13 I left school and started working on a fishing boat. We caught fish and sometimes also shrimp from the numerous rivers and streams in the Irrawaddy area. At the age of 16 I became the leader of the boat. At this time I lived in Upper Mainmahlagyon Island [Mainmahlagyon means 'Beautiful Woman Island' in English], just north of Bogale where I was born. This place is about 100 miles southwest of Yangon [Rangoon], our nation's capitol city.
One day, when I was 17, we caught a large number of fish in our nets. Because of the many fish, a large crocodile was attracted to us. It followed our boat and tried to attack us. We were terrified so we frantically rowed our boats toward the riverbank as fast as we could. The crocodile followed us and smashed our boat with its tail. Although no one died in this incident, the attack greatly affected my life. I no longer wanted to fish. Our small boat sank because of the crocodile attack. We had to go home to our village that night on a passenger boat.
Not long after, his employers transferred my father to Yangon City [formerly spelt Rangoon]. At the age of 18 I was sent to a Buddhist monastery to be a novice monk. Most parents in Myanmar try to send their son into a Buddhist monastery, at least for a time, as it is considered a great honor to have a son serve in this way. We have been observing this custom for many hundreds of years.

A Zealous Disciple of Buddha When I turned 19 years and 3 months old (in 1977), I became a normal monk. The senior monk at my monastery gave me a new Buddhist name, which is the custom in our country. I was now called U Nata Pannita Ashinthuriya. When we become a monk we no longer use the name given to us at birth by our parents. The name of the monastery I lived at is called Mandalay Kyaikasan Kyaing. The senior monk's name was called U Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw [U Zadila is his title]. He was the most famous Buddhist monk in all of Myanmar at the time. Everyone knew who he was. He was widely honored by the people and respected as a great teacher. I say he "was" because in 1983 he suddenly died when he was involved in a fatal car accident. His death shocked everyone. At the time I had been a monk for six years.
I tried hard to be the best monk I could and to follow all the precepts of Buddhism. At one stage I moved to a cemetery where I lived and meditated continually. Some monks who really want to know the truths of Buddha do things like I did. Some move deep into the forests where they live a life of self-denial and poverty. I sought to deny my selfish thoughts and desires, to escape from sickness and suffering and to break free from the cycle of this world. At the cemetery I was not afraid of ghosts. I tried to attain such inner peace and self-realization that even when a mosquito landed on my arm I would let it bite me instead of brushing it off!
For years I strived to be the best monk I could and not to harm any living being. I studied the holy Buddhist teachings just like all my forefathers had done before me.
My life proceeded as a monk until I got very, very sick. I was in Mandalay at the time and had to be taken to the hospital for treatment. The doctors did some tests on me and told me I had both Yellow Fever and malaria at the same time! After about one month in the hospital I was getting worse. The doctors told me there was no chance for me to recover and discharged me to make arrangements to die.
This is a brief description of my past. I would now like to tell you some of the remarkable things that happened to me after this times...

A Vision that Changed My Life Forever After I was discharged from the hospital I went back to the monastery where other monks cared for me. I grew weaker and weaker and was lapsing into unconsciousness. I learned later that I actually died for three days. My body decayed and stunk of death, and my heart stopped beating. My body was prepared for cremation and was put through traditional Buddhist purification rites.
Although I faded away in my body I remember my mind and spirit were fully alert. I was in a very, very powerful storm. A tremendous wind flattened the whole landscape until there were no trees or anything else standing, just a flat plain. I walked very fast along this plain for some time. There were no other people anywhere, I was all alone. After some time I crossed a river. On the other side of the river I saw a terrible, terrible lake of fire. In Buddhism we do not have a concept of a place like this. At first I was confused and didn't know it was hell until I saw Yama, the king of hell [Yama is the name ascribed to the King of Hell in numerous cultures throughout Asia]. His face looked like the face of a lion, his body was like a lion, but his legs were like a naga [serpent spirit]. He had a number of horns on his head. His face was very fierce, and I was extremely afraid. Trembling, I asked him his name. He replied, "I am the king of hell, the Destroyer."
The terrible, terrible lake of fire The king of hell told me to look into the lake of fire. I looked and I saw the saffron colored robes that Buddhist monks wear in Myanmar. I looked closer and saw the shaven head of a man. When I looked at the man's face I saw it was U Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw [the famous monk who had died in a car accident in 1983]. I asked the king of hell why my former leader was confined to this lake of torment. I said, "Why is he in this lake of fire? He was a very good teacher. He even had a teaching tape called 'Are You a Man or a Dog?' which had helped thousands of people understand that their worth as humans is far greater than the animals." The king of hell replied, "Yes, he was a good teacher but he did not believe in Jesus Christ. That's why he is in hell."
I was told to look at another person who was in the fire. I saw a man with very long hair wrapped on the left hand side of his head. He was also wearing a robe. I asked the king of hell, "Who is this man?" He replied, "This is the one you worship: Gautama [Buddha]."
I was very disturbed to see Gautama in hell. I protested, "Gautama had good ethnics and good moral character, why is he suffering in this lake of fire?" The king of hell answered me, "It doesn't matter how good he was. He is in this place because he did not believe in the Eternal God."
I then saw another man who looked like he was wearing a soldier's uniform. He had a large wound on his chest. I asked, "Who is this man?" The king of hell said, "This is Aung San, the revolutionary leader of Myanmar." I was told, "Aung San is here because he persecuted and killed Christians, but mostly because he didn't believe in Jesus Christ." In Myanmar the people have a common saying, "Soldiers never die, they live on." I was told that the legions of hell have a saying "Soldiers never die, but they go to hell forever."
I looked and saw another man in the lake of fire. He was a very tall man and he was dressed in military armor. He was also holding a sword and a shield. This man had a wound on his forehead. This man was taller than any person I have ever seen. He was six times the length between a man's elbow and the tips of his fingers when he stretches his arm out straight, plus one span of a man's fingers when he spreads out his hand. The king of hell said, "This man's name is Goliath. He is in hell because he blasphemed the Eternal God and His servant David." I was confused because I didn't know who either Goliath or David were. The king of hell said, "Goliath is recorded in the Christian Bible. You don't know him now, but when you become a Christian you will know who he is."

I was then taken to a place where I saw both rich and poor people preparing to eat their evening meals. I asked, "Who cooked the food for these people?" The king of hell replied, "The poor have to prepare their own food, but the rich people get others to cook for them." When the food had been prepared for the rich people they sat down to eat. As soon as they started a thick smoke came up. The rich people ate as fast as they could to ease their consciences. They were struggling to breath because of the smoke. They had to eat fast because they were fearful of losing their money. Their money is their god.
Another king of hell then came to me. I also saw a being whose job is to stoke the fires beneath the lake of fire, to keep it hot. This being asked me, "Are you going into the lake of fire too?" I replied, "No! I am only here to observe!" The appearance of this creature stoking the fire was very terrifying. He had ten horns on his head and a spear in his hand that had seven sharp blades coming from the end. The creature told me, "You are right. You came here just to observe. I cannot find your name here." He said, "You must now go back the way you came." He pointed me toward the desolate plain that I had first walked along before I came to the lake of fire.
The Road of Decision I walked a long time, until I was bleeding. I was hot and in great pain. Finally, after walking for about three hours I came to a wide road. I walked along this road for some time until I came to a fork. One road, going off to the left, was wide. A smaller road went off to the right hand side. There was a signpost at the fork saying that the road to the left was for those who do not believe in the Lord Jesus Christ. The smaller road to the right was for believers in Jesus.
I was interested to see where the larger road led so I started down it. There were two men walking about 300 yards ahead of me. I tried to catch up with them so I could walk with them but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't catch them up, so I turned around and went back to the fork in the road. I continued to watch these two men as they walked down the road away from me. When they reached the end of the road they were suddenly stabbed. These two men cried out in great pain! I also cried out when I saw what happened to them! I realized the bigger road ended in great danger for those who traveled down it.
Looking into Heaven I started walking down the believers' road instead. After traveling for about one hour the surface of the road turned to pure gold. It was so pure that when I looked down I could see my own reflection perfectly. I then saw a man standing in front of me. He was wearing a white robe. I also heard beautiful singing. Oh, it was so beautiful and pure! It was much better and more meaningful than the worship we have in churches here on the earth. The man in the white robe asked me to walk with him. I asked him, "What is your name?" but he did not answer. After I asked his name six times the man answered, "I am the one who holds the key to heaven. Heaven is a very, very beautiful place. You cannot go there now but if you follow Jesus Christ you can go there after your life has finished on the earth." The man's name was Peter.
Peter then asked me to sit down and he showed me a place to the north. Peter said, "Look to the north and see God create man." I saw the Eternal God from a distance. God spoke to an angel, "Let us make man." The angel pleaded with God and said, "Please don't make man. He will do wrong and will grieve you." [In Burmese literally: "He will make you lose face."]. But God created a man named anyway. God blew on the man and the man came to life. He gave him the name "Adam". [Note: Buddhists do not believe in the Creation of the world or of man, so this experience had a significant impact on the monk].

Sent Back with a New Name Then Peter said, "Now get up and go back to where you came from. Speak to the people who worship Buddha and who worship idols. Tell them they must go to hell if they don't change. Those who build temples and idols will also have to go to hell. Those who give offerings to the monks to earn merit for themselves with go to hell. All those who pray to the monks and call them 'Pra' [respectful title for monks] will go to hell. Those who chant and 'give life' to idols will go to hell. All those who don't believe in Jesus Christ will go to hell." Peter told me to go back to the earth and testify about the things I had seen. He also said, "You must speak in your new name. From now on you are to be called Athet Pyan Shinthaw Paulu ["Paul who Came Back to Life."].
I didn't want to go back. I wanted to go to heaven. Angels opened a book. First they looked for my childhood name (Thitpin) in the book, but they could not find it. They then looked for the name I had been given when he entered the Buddhist monk hood (U Nata Pannita Ashinthuriya) but it wasn't written in the book either. Then Peter said, "Your name is not written here, you must return and testify about Jesus to the Buddhist people."
I walked back along the gold road. Again I heard beautiful singing, the kind of which I have never heard before or since. Peter walked with me until the time I returned to the earth. He showed me a ladder that reached down from the heaven to the sky. The ladder didn't reach to the earth, but stopped in mid-air. On the ladder I saw many angels, some going up to heaven and some going down the ladder. They were very busy. I asked Peter, "Who are they?" Peter answered, "They are messengers of God. They are reporting to heaven the names of all those who believe in Jesus Christ and the names of those who don't believe." Peter then told me it was time to go back.
It is a Ghost! The next thing I was aware of was the sound of weeping. I heard my own mother cry out, "My son, why did you leave us now?" I also heard many other people weeping. I realized I was lying in a box. I started to move. My mother and father started shouting, "He is alive! He is alive!" Other people who were farther away did not believe my parents. I then placed my hands on the sides of the box and sat upright. Many people were struck with terror. They cried out, "It is a ghost!" and ran away as fast as their legs could carry them.
Those who remained were speechless and trembling. I noticed I was sitting in smelly liquid and body fluids, enough to fill about three and a half cups. This was liquid that had come out of my stomach and my insides while my body was lying in the coffin. This is why people knew I had indeed been dead. Inside the coffin there was a type of plastic sheet fixed to the wood. This sheet is placed there to retain a corpse's liquids, because many dead bodies release much fluid like mine did.
I learned later that I was just moments away from being cremated in the flames. In Myanmar people are placed in a coffin, the lid is then nailed shut, and the whole coffin is burned. When I came back to life my mother and father were being allowed to look at my body for the very last time. Moments later the lid of my coffin would have been nailed shut and I would have been cremated!
I immediately started to explain the things I had seen and heard. People were astonished. I told them about the men I had seen in the lake of fire, and told them that only the Christians know the truth, that our forefathers and us have been deceived for thousands of years! I told them everything we believe is a lie. The people were astonished because they knew what kind of a monk I had been and how zealous I had been for the teachings of Buddha.
In Myanmar when a person dies their name and age is written on the side of the coffin. When a monk dies, the monk's name, age and the number of years he has served as a monk are written on the side of the coffin. I had already been recorded as dead but as you can see, now I am alive!
Epilogue Since 'Paul who came back to life' experienced the above story he has remained a faithful witness to the Lord Jesus Christ. Burmese pastors have told us that he had led hundreds of other monks to faith in Christ. His testimony is obviously very uncompromising. Because of that, his message has offended many people who cannot accept there is only one Way to Heaven, the Lord Jesus Christ. Despite great opposition, his experiences were so real to him that he has not wavered. After many years in the Buddhist monk hood, as a strict follower of Buddhist teachings, he immediately proclaimed the Gospel of Christ following his resurrection and exhorted other monks to forsake all false gods and follow Jesus Christ with all their hearts. Before the time of his sickness and death he had no exposure to Christianity at all. Everything he learned during those three days in the grave was new to his mind.
In a bid to get his message out to as many people as possible, this modern-day Lazarus began distributing audio and video cassette tapes with his story on them. The police and Buddhist authorities in Myanmar have done their utmost to gather these tapes up and destroy them. The testimony you have just read has been translated form one of those cassette tapes. We are told it is now quite dangerous for citizens of Myanmar to be in possession of these tapes.
His fearless testimony has landed him in prison at least once, where the authorities failed in their bid to silence him. Upon his release he continued to testify of the things he saw and heard. His current whereabouts are uncertain. One Burmese informant told us he is prison and may have been killed, while another informant was told he is now released from prison and is continuing his ministry.
Translated by: Asian Minorities Outreach P.O.Box 901 Palestine, TX 75802 U.S.A. E-Mail: monkst... u/ Website:
Dear Triplegem Members, The following message was posted to the Website by someone called 'James' on 23rd July, 2000. (NDE = Near Death Experience). The Monk's story is identical. But the source is different. Details can be viewed at
The message began with: "Buddhist Monk visits Hell" I believe this person died, body decay & rotten. He was then brought to those places by the LORD to show him some vision. <-------
This is taken from a mission paper "Northside Missions Update" Northside Christian Centre 31-61 McLeans Road Bundoora Victoria 3083 Australia
The same 'Monk's Story' followed. Then, exchange of interesting messages took place at the Bulletin Board among NDE regulars, some of them are Christians, and finally, someone called 'Melvin', 'a Myanmar Buddhist', posted the following message and the discussion came to a close.
The fact that the same story has re-surfaced in another form (cassette), perhaps in a another country is a bit disturbing!
Best wishes to all our Triplegem members, MM Lwin
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2023.06.05 04:26 thatbroadcast Creepy men at my bar - what to do? How to feel safer closing alone?

Last night I was tending bar and a customer sitting in front of my well, who I had been having a perfectly normal conversation with up until that point, reached across the bar, grabbed my hand without warning, and started kissing all over it. I recoiled, but in the moment, totally failed to say anything other than a semi-joking, “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.”
The thing is, after we had closed - about 20 minutes after, when every single customer and all my coworkers had gone - he came BACK through the unlocked side door, after clearly trying the locked front door (I heard someone pulling at it), and proceeded to walk over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He then asked when I got off, and if I wanted to come hang out with him when I was done. And mind you, this guy was not totally hammered - he came in sober, had two margs, and then paid and left. I was just flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say. I froze again. Eventually I got out that I have a boyfriend (I don’t, lol) and that we were closed, and he needed to leave now. He eventually left, but not before telling me I was “so beautiful” and that we “could have had a good time together.”
Should I have called out his creepy behavior? I close alone 2-4 nights a week, and the neighborhood is relatively safe, but being alone in a closed-down bar with a stranger who didn’t seem able to take no for an answer just completely freaked me out. Thank god he left without escalating, but what if the situation had gone another way?
So my question is this: what do I do to protect myself in the future? Get some mace? A small knife for my set of keys? Take some self-defense classes? Threaten to call the cops? I’m just at a total loss, and I can’t shake this icky feeling the interaction left me with. And the worst part is that, besides the fact that he came back, this is not the first time I've had to deal with this in the ten years I've been bartending. In fact, it's a pretty common occurrence. If you were in my position, how would you deal with men like this? How would you make yourself feel safe, alone late at night?
Any advice y’all have would be super, super appreciated. I just want to feel safe in my place of work.
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2023.06.05 04:23 The2Dboi Im not a demon

I can still remember that landscape, tinted in gray smoke and the smell of death all around us, we hadn’t eaten in days and the enemy was relentless. We had nothing, all hope was quickly eradicated by the week, until the day they finally told us we could go home, we just needed to hold on for five more days. Everyone was ecstatic, we wouldn’t need to suffer in that horrible hole for much longer… That’s when I started seeing it. I was assigned to the night watch, I had done it before, and since I was already sleepless I thought it would be easy to stay focused, it wasn’t, not with that thing staring at me from afar. At first I thought it was the enemy so I informed the general, but he said he didn’t see anything, how could he not? It was right there, those eyes, wide open, bloodshot, staring right at me, I couldn’t make out the rest of the body, just the eyes. Every night I saw those eyes, and every night I tried to see what it was but to no avail, after the five days had passed, we finally got to go home. I was… I couldn’t know, I should've been happy about leaving that horrid and dark trench but… those eyes kept haunting me. When I went home… I felt this dreadful sensation… like this wasn't my home. Luckily my wife and dog took that feeling away from me. I hadn’t seen Sarah in months, I missed her kind smile, her beautiful eyes, and her warm face. Toby was also someone I missed, he was a golden retriever that I had since middle school. After a delightful meal that was much better than what they served us at camp, we went to bed, and I could finally rest peacefully. I woke up in the middle of the night, Toby started barking, it was around 3 am. He was in the backyard, barking at the blackness of the forest behind our home… and there they were, those eyes, I thought they were a hallucination, I heard most soldiers had them when coming back home so I just hurried back inside grabbing Toby by the collar and leading him to the bedroom. But I still needed some peace of mind, so the next day I told Sarah I was going to church to talk to the pastor. When I arrived there he greeted me and told me that he was happy to see me, after that I told him about my time at war, and how I had been seeing these eyes in the dark, he told me that this was pretty common, that I had seen the sins of mankind in first hand and now I couldn’t stop seeing them, he said that I should pray, ask God to cleanse my eyes of the horrors I saw. So I did just that, I prayed every night, but it was all the same, Toby barking at the dark in the night, the eyes perpetually still, as if the person who they belonged to was a standing corpse, if it even was a person. My dear Sarah saw how mortified I was about these visions, so the next time Toby barked she went out, after coming back to bed she told me that she didn’t she any eyes, but that she could feel something lurking, she suggested that the eyes might be racoons, but they couldn't be, I don't know what they were but they were definitely not a raccoons, or any other thing that I could explain. After a while I decided to just keep Toby inside at all times and make him sleep with us… That's when I saw them again, now closer than ever, and for the first time I saw the eyes move, I saw them tilt back and forth, I was petrified I couldn't understand it, how was it so close. Then I remembered about Toby, he was laying at the feet of our bed, how could he not bark now? I waited in the dark and the eyes slowly faded away into the darkness of the room. I couldn't sleep just as I standed from the bed there I saw it, Toby’s body, gutted from the inside out, a puddle of blood all around him, I screamed in disbelief at the sight of this atrocity which woke up Sarah who also screamed, after burning Toby and telling her about how I saw the eyes in our room Sarah also started fearing whatever was haunting me, I hanged up crucifix around the house hoping this demon would stop tormenting me, we even had the pastor purify our house but it was to no use, whatever it was, it didn’t care about it all, he came back to our room the next night, however this time it spoke… with a deep in breath voice he muttered “I’m not.. A demon… you can’t get rid of me… I’m something beyond your comprehension” I had a flashlight at hand and I quickly pointed it at him… and he was right I couldn't comprehend him, his body moved in way I can't describe, his face was out of my understanding, and in his eyes I saw horrors no one has ever seen. Sarah screamed in pain, as I turned to her she had a hole in her chest, my hands tinted blood, the creature suddenly disappeared, after that night I turned myself into the police. Maybe this monster didn’t exist, maybe I did all those atrocities. But in the jail… there I saw it again, those eyes… After that I couldn't take it anymore. The things I had seen in his eyes that night were something no man was supposed to see, something that was beyond anything ever conceived, so I took my own life to end the misery.
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2023.06.05 04:22 Ok-Direction-2268 just a rant not like anyone will read it or anything will come of it lol

to be honest not sure why I'm even here typing don't see anything coming from this I don't really know how to even do this rofl to be fair I don't even understand have the emotions and maybe that's the luck I got out of it maybe that the curse I was delt or maybe I have some purpose but I'm sick of it sick of all the issues and sorrow the pain and suffering and half the time I don't even understand the emotion here's but here's my story.
i need to get alot of my chest im a survivor of abuse neglect and molestation im also the child of a divorced family and the oldest. i have all the good memories of dad i have good memories up until we left though those good times came with having seizures and flatlining at 3 years old for 1 minute and 2 seconds I survived but why though anyways. mother told us we were going on vacation i was 7 my siblings were under 4 they don't really remember much though 1 remember we moved across from Tennessee to Arkansas to Nebraska the trips are a blur we never went back my mom moved us in with her dad though that's where her dad abused my little brother he got it bad there... my mom met a man through her dad he is my sisters dad he's also my nightmare that I can't forget. my mom let this man horrifically abuse us strip us beat us shoot guns at us while she was at work we cried and cried screamed we watched as our next abuser put his head through a wall this was in another state everything goes so fast skip forward and I got the worst of that abuse.. I protected my siblings and they won't ever know. he kills himself a year after my sisters born my mom is with a foreigner nothing wrong with that though we went from physicaly abusive to verbally abusive I guess that's a step up never understood that one. my sister thinks this person is her dad real dad she never knows about what happen to us we were told if we ever tell anyone were disowned forever. my whole life after that I was abused misdiagnosed thrown on pill after pill by doctor after doctor all because I wanted to live with my dad at 14 they stuck me in mental places I was forever scarred I was abused in one of those places to have the name memorized and all. was bullied made fun of jumped put in special education classes. guess what I gave up no one listened so I rebeled tatted up watched anime and played video games i never really understood the world. I lived in my own world too never break I graduated though my friends well not no more haha j asked for a cigarette and I got drugged by a friend of a friend which my friend didn't know he's the one who called my mom because one guy isn't gonna stop 5 or more lol I got drugged and beat up my heart stopped for 2 minutes lol I survived why??? lol makes no sense. I was 18 had heart break after heartbreak cheated on abused used through high-school and through adult life got used because I was attractive and good and bed I had 2 beautiful daughters with an abusive woman im 5ft 9 she was 6ft5 she cheated on me had another man's baby and married the maitance man from our old apartments before 1 got into an accident and was told I'd never walk again. skip years down it hasn't been easy for me l've been hoping places since I left when I was 18. I moved to TN made up with my dad started to have a good relationship had to leave but left with a wife and two kids who have no dad I took them in they call me dad. my wife and 1 lost are child though 6 months ago he was full term his cord wrapped around him I unfortunately saw and I unfortunately had to take care of him and wipe his blood of him in the room the nurses were crap but I did it so she could say her goodbyes I had to be the strong one. we moved to get my kids :/ they are being abused were getting custody but I'm working 276 hours monthly im drowning and not only that I'm now almost 29 and found out I had autism my whole life my mom never wanted me to know she didn't want me to feel stupid (narsicist) and I decided to open up about my abuse and I got disowned and she turned my whole family against me for the secret or me even opening up so ehh I guess no family now it's been a year almost since they said they disowned me and wanted nothing to do with me sorry if I'm all over the place I don't really care just need to get this off my chest..
just sucks I feel alone yet I'm married my partner doesn't appreciate me it feels like and I'm autistic and fucking awkward I have no friend yet I'm super fucking attractive I guess is what I'm told like I fucking don't understand this shit .. I just want to work hard make money protect my kids and be happy and have friends yet I try and try and try and nothing happens yet I male good money I'm a good human being I am super silent and I keep to myself but when I'm myself yeah I'm just weird and annoying.
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2023.06.05 04:20 Sure_Case_3415 Recently Born Again Christian - Alcohol

I am a recently born again christian. My journey began when my husband and I separated and i found out i was pregnant with his child. God really worked his hand in our lives. My husband and i our back together and God has become a part of our life. We now have a beautiful 2 month old. I was obviously sober for my pregnancy and never struggled with Alcoholism before being pregnant. I would drink occasionally at social gatherings but would be fine. Since having the baby i have drank a few times and each time has been really scary or it’s interrupted by God i think.
For example, i went to see a play with a friend and drank some wine there. I got so randomly depressed, i almost committed suicide after. Where i went mentally was terrifying. However i probably would have drank more though if i didnt loose my phone right before leaving to go to dinner before the play for like 45min. I am thankful that happened.
Another time I went to a birthday party and there was a tornado warning so we couldn’t really drink. Then when i was on my way home there was a random safety police alcohol check point.
Last night i went to a wedding and drank with friends there. I just drank uncontrollably, I ended up blacking out. The way i was described by friends is a level of drunk i have never been before.
Tonight i was supposed to go to a concert but I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. I asked like 4 people this week and they all had conflicts. Its just weird. I decided not to go because it felt like a sign.
I am going to give up alcohol completely. I just feel like it is so strange how alcohol is affecting me now. There seems to be no middle ground anymore. Has anyone else experienced something like this?
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2023.06.05 04:16 International_Big126 Batshit crazy SM…

I don’t need advice or anything, already did what I need to do, but I do need to rant to people who get it lol. Because what the actual fuck.
So my SM scheduled me five days back to back after COUNTLESS conversations about me having a disability and not being physically capable of working even three days in a row. I told SM I was absolutely not going to work five in a row. SM said, “why didn’t you disclose your disability upfront?” I said I definitely did, and we’ve had numerous conversations about it too. Then SM had the bold-faced audacity to say, “well if I had known I wouldn’t have hired you.” BABE. YOU CANNOT SAY THAT??? It is so insanely illegal to discriminate based on disability alone wtf looolll.
But also just the fact that SM tried to use that as a tool to gaslight me into working five days back to back is WILDDD.
We also have several HS and college kids that are CSAs and they’re scheduled EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND. never have a single weekend off in the 6 months I’ve been at this store. And so of course they call in on weekends. They’ve never all called in on the same day and it’s never that busy on days they do call out so really it’s not that big of a deal but SM freaks out every time they call out. She fired ALL of them today after ONE of them called out (I don’t even think she wrote them up ever) so now we only have 4 employees total to run the entire store.
I texted the HR number to the CSAs and told them to call immediately. Because there’s a process and you can’t just fire everyone for the action of one person. And I’ve also put in my notice and will be leaving asap.
The other 3 employees that haven’t been fired are also currently making alternative arrangements too.
SM also only ever posts our work schedule one week at a time and changes it literally every other day. Sometimes the day of and tries to force us to work the new schedule claiming, “you have to be flexible or you can’t work here.”
I’ve worked a lot of stores in a few different states and had a LOT of SM’s and I’ve never experienced this level of audacity and delulu.
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2023.06.05 04:09 Several-Locksmith-60 Ex-Mo wedding

Went to a good friend’s (ex mo) wedding recently and the ceremony was beautiful. The strange thing is many of the wedding party did not know if I was in or out of the church so I received many comments about how “Utah is filled with too many angry ex-mo’s” or “I am glad [friend] is not an angry ex mo at least”. I do not know why but this was my least favorite thing I heard during the weekend. I would not categorize myself as and ‘angry exmo’ but there have been times when I have been angry at the TSCC for all they have done and every one who leaves has the right to be angry.
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2023.06.05 04:02 thr0waway32183329 I think my pedophilic ex-coworker has the potential to be a serial killer...

Throwaway for OBVIOUS reasons. This is a long, kind of crazy story that has a lot to do with intuition and straight up Facebook stalking lol not the most serious detective work, but it ties together. Please bare with me, as I'm going to do my best to get it all out in a way that makes sense.
I'm a healthcare worker. When I was in my early 20s, I had a coworker, lets call him "Ross," who rubbed me the wrong way within the first few weeks of knowing him. He was a seemingly charming, outgoing ~40 y/o who infiltrated into and got along well with my work friend group. He started to rub me the wrong way when he would try to "innocently" make physical contact with me during visits with our patients (making a point to put his hand over top of mine when doing a Hoyer transfer, asking for hugs, putting his hand on my back or shoulder, etc.). This escalated to him telling me on a regular basis how beautiful he thought I was and how "in shape" I was, telling me that I could be a supermodel... he continued to do this refer to me as "supermodel" at our group outings, in front of my boyfriend and his fiancé, "Rachel." She was less than thrilled and safe to say she didn't like me from the get-go. (Side note: when he started working with us he had told us about his girlfriend, it wasn't until we met her that she told us that they had been engaged for over a year.) To tell you a little about Rachel, she too was in her early 20s and a beautiful, sweet, reserved, dark-blonde girl. Hair color ties into this. They lived together with his "only" teenage daughter.
After about two months of working with this guy I could not shake the weird vibes he gave me. I told a friend that I worked with about it and she expressed that she had noticed how Ross was strangely infatuated with me and another girl that we worked with (also early 20s). She told me how she had felt like he was appropriate towards her, but pointed out that she has blonde hair and that me and the other coworker both had dark brown hair--suggesting that perhaps he had more of a type.
Decided to google Ross, as he has a rather unique last name. I figured that I would probably find nothing and could put my mind to rest about the weird feeling in my gut once I did... but I didn't. Instead, I found an obituary for a close relative of his that had his name listed as well as what I assumed were the names of his ex wife and three daughters. This peaked my interest because he had told us at length about one daughter, but only one, and that one's name was on the list.
I searched the name of his ex wife on Facebook and to my delight it seemed that most of, if not all of her posts were public. Under the influence of a strong edible, I spent more time than I'd like to admit just mindlessly scrolling through her posts. Not reading every one, but just scanning to see if there was anything that stood out. She was a pretty, older, dark-haired woman who shared a lot of After scrolling through a few months worth of posts, I came across a screenshot of a Pinterest-like image of a living room with two canvases that spelled out "STOCKHOLM" on them, or something to the effect... and her caption on it was "I found the perfect housewarming gift for my sister, Rachel," and in that moment my heart sunk to my stomach... because I KNEW.
I kept scrolling and found another post that was sharing a link to an article entitled "A Different Kind of Heart Attack: New Research Finds A Broken Heart Permanently Weakens The..." (I'm referring to a screenshot, so that's all I've got.) Her caption on the post solidified the feeling in my gut. She wrote in her caption, "This literally happened to me a few years ago... My BP was regularly low and I had fainting spells due to my heart not pumping enough blood to my brain... this was after discovering that my now ex husband was sleeping with my 15 year old sister. I later learned that he was also abusing our children." I could have barfed. Putting those pieces together told me that Rachel had been groomed into being this gross man's fiancé. From her comments it sounded like for whatever reason, the court system failed them and he had gotten out with no charges or anything.
I immediately told my friend and from that point on only interacted with Ross in a work setting. If he went out with our work friend group then I didn't talk to him, I brought my boyfriend to ensure I wasn't alone, and I avoided him at all costs. At work he still was overly friendly/touchy towards me for months until finally like a year later he finally seemed to get the hint that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He stayed infatuated with my other dark-haired coworker.
I can't pinpoint when I finally noticed the mask drop from him, but I definitely can tell you that once it dropped I could see him for all that I had learned that he was... cold, dark, and unfriendly. Once he noticed that I would not play into his games, he turned off the charm on me and would get mad at me for miniscule things at work. I'm good at what I do, but this guy would try to belittle me in front of other coworkers and make it seem like I didn't know what I was doing when I would fill in for others and that my other coworker (that he loved) was the best at what we do and that I should lead by her example. I sucked it up and didn't take it personally, because I knew it wasn't... He would talk down to me and scold me for weird things and try to mansplain everything.
We had one interaction that I will never forget, outside of our clinical office. He had gone out to leave for a visit where he was training someone (still on the clock, in-home care setting) but had forgotten something in the office. I ran down to see if he had left yet to give it to him to take, as the patient needed it, and his car was still in the parking lot. I ran up and tapped on the window and this man turned his head back in disgust and his blue eyes went pitch black. It was a very short moment, but it was a switch I definitely noticed. He did the annoyed "one minute" gesture, as he had gotten on a phone call, so I waited then gave him the patient's item and quickly went back upstairs.
Not too long after that I ended up finding another job and I stopped hanging out with that work friend group because I decided that it was just giving me too much anxiety to be around this weirdo, and I didn't have to subject myself to that.
After changing jobs, he sent me an "apology" text for being rude to me and that he hoped we could still be friends. I didn't respond, but rather blocked him on everything to get my point across.
I did, however, keep Rachel, who at this point had started school for a specialty medical program. I told my close friend who knew the whole situation that I was holding out hope that Rachel was just using Ross to pay her way through school and that she would leave him once she got her degree. I never had a problem with Rachel, we just got off to a weird start and I didn't like her dude so I was not going out of my way to be her friend.. lol. So we have stayed social media friends the whole time.
Anyhow, fast forward to this last summer, Rachel graduates with her degree. I say again to my friend how much I hope she was just going to get a good job and leave him after a few good paychecks.. (I don't wish that upon most people, and definitely acknowledge that in most situations that would be awful lol my moral compass is there, I swear, but like COME ON!!! How full circle karma would that be?)
Well, they seem to stay together for a while after that until all of a sudden I noticed that she was posting in a seemingly single way... iykyk. I looked at her Instagram and noticed that she had deleted all of their photos together. After responding to a story post, I decided to ask her and she confirmed that they had in fact broken up. I told her congratulations and suggested we get a drink. This was in December.
At the beginning of spring term in my psychology class we had been discussing personality disorders and I asked my teacher some questions keeping the weird interactions I had with Ross in mind, as it is still to this day one of the craziest intuition stories I have. So I ask my teacher about the ability to infiltrate into groups with charisma but then switch to being cold, having the eyes turn black, etc.. My professor told me that the "switching" is literally that, it is the person's personality switching.. and in that moment you see the real them and it's when the "mask slips." He said it is a very common trait amongst serial killers and advised me to stay cautious and safe.
This is where I feel like my story definitely becomes more of a reach (maybe I'm just feeling insecurely crazy), but if you've stayed with me this long, maybe you'll see the dots I'm connecting. I'm a big true crime fan so there's some crime junkie theorizing here.
So, there have been a bunch of bodies that have turned up in the last four months in rural areas of surrounding counties where I live. One of the counties that the bodies were dropped is one that this guy lives in.
The first girl that they found went missing in December. She eerily resembles Ross' daughter that I saw on his ex-wife's FB page (not the one he continued to raise).
Ross and Rachel broke up around that time. Could be a trigger.
The next five bodies were found in rural areas and the commonality amongst the women is that they had dark hair and dark eyebrows, and were in their mid 20s.
That's clearly not enough to accuse someone of something as serious as murder, but it's surely enough to give me the suspicion that if the murders are connected and it's a serial killer that it could be him.
I decided to look at his FB page from an account that can't be traced back to me and over the last few months he's shared a lot of posts about mushroom hunting. You know where people go to hunt mushrooms?? RURAL. AREAS.
I feel so freaking crazy but I CANNOT shake this feeling in my gut that something is up.
Ted Bundy was the same way, a freaking charismatic guy that got caught because someone (his wife) had a weird feeling in her gut!!!
I can't really do anything though but vent to reddit, because I just can't imagine that anyone else would listen to this story and take it seriously.
Also, on the off chance that this guy's on reddit he's definitely going to know who I am. I'll be sure to tell my fiancé about this post and add it to my "if I go missing" file.
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2023.06.05 04:00 Mjj1982 Fiddle leaf fig leaves turning brown and curling

Fiddle leaf fig leaves turning brown and curling
I have had this fig for 2 years and all of a sudden, 2 leaves have started curling and turning brown. Why?
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2023.06.05 03:57 Practical_River_5435 Dealing with frustrations and disappointment

My fiancé and I are about 19 days out from our wedding and I’m really struggling with some of this. I’m hoping that all of you lovely people on this subreddit can give me some reminders that it will all work out and some ideas for managing stress.
So last summer in June I asked my 3 besties to be my bridesmaids. In September my maid of honor told me that she was expecting (she had a beautiful little girl who is very healthy and happy) but that her due date would be before the wedding so she should still make it. Fast forward to January of this year, she tells me that she’s not going to make the wedding as she is too overwhelmed with just the concept of trying to find a sitter for her older daughter and flying with the baby and doesn’t want to try to organize the trip.
My second bridesmaid messages in March letting me know that her dad is not doing well and that she can’t leave him. Her dad has been very sick for a long time but he took a bad turn then and stopped taking his medication. He’s doing a bit better now that he’s taking his medication again but she still can’t leave him.
My third bridesmaid is the wife of our officiant. We have been going back and forth for months as to whether or not they will be at the wedding. A few weeks ago we were dealing with getting their flights scheduled after a mix up with some gift cards that left us all thinking they wouldn’t be able to be here. Today they notified me that they have been unable to line up child care for the days that they would need to be here for the wedding and it is not looking good for them to make it again. We do thankfully have someone else that can do the ceremony if need be but this is getting very stressful.
On top of that, I have a sister who loves to make everything about her. She tried to hijack my bridal shower but my fiancé stopped her (just one more reason why I love him). She did however manage to hijack the bachelorette party and get everyone that could still attend to go elsewhere and not to the party.
I swear this is the one and only time I’m doing this wedding thing!!! I’m trying very hard not to get wrapped up in all of this but what would you all recommend to help keep the stress at bay while finalizing the last details and still working full time up until 2 days prior to the wedding?
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2023.06.05 03:54 tar-footed-trouble The position I am in

You put me here and it's all good, I just think hearing it from my side might help.
After the energy I have exerted I'm a fool for continuing to exert myself. The only thing not foolish about it is if you want it. You cannot want it, deny it and then blame me. If you are doubtful for hopeless because of the definition and the details instead of grateful for my love, presence and efforts then they will not benefit you and I cannot change that. If you judge me off natural response to the situation you continue to create based on your inaction you render me powerless to your expectations and pains.
I think you're amazing. The only thing at all I would change about you is for you and me to have the time and place for us to enjoy each other.
I wish we could accept and embrace. If youre set on focusing on whats not or the faults youlll never see the beauty for what is. Polarization is a terribke thing, especially when we let our expectation tamper with our ability to enjoy what it.
If youre taught to y, and z and you cant let go of not getting that, even if a-x. Are all more valuable you'll concentrate on what isn't which will ruin your time. Comparison is a their of joy. If you can't appreciate and enjoy what we can have now how are we supposed to build more.
All I want is effort and an open mind. I know it's energy. It's faith. Effort and an open mind is energy youre not used to exerting. A foreign workout that is healthy but uncomfortable until you build the muscles.
I hope if you learn to love I get to learn about reciprocating with you.
I hate the pain in your eyes. I hate the hurt, the hope and energy you've been punished for using. I know the hope and emotions you feel sometimes and I see what you do with them. All I want is to convince you that it's worth taking risk and expanding your boundaries. Reconnect. Reach out. Try. Trust your hope.
Out of 8 billion people today i am available and receptive to any actual care you have. Im too acquainted with expecting a unjust, undue ending or expecting it all to change once its too late. Even if i leave and never come back i hope you follow me to wherever i go. Even if you dont i will hope that you will. I could even see myself coming back and trying some more but i dont know what tomorro holds.
I just hoe this manifests. I want tobsee you. I want to feel you. I want to see if I can help heal you. If you want to build something with me that lasts I pray you are made capable. I just love you. I'll love you even if you never do. I'll just hope one day you will regardless of hope hopeless it may seem.
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2023.06.05 03:51 bosandaros [Neighbor] - Chapter 12

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
POV: Mavis
They were deep into the game when Mavis glanced at the black sky between the open blinds. The screen was suddenly so bright in the dark room, and her muscles ached when she stretched around the controller.
Her legs swung off the end of the bed as she tilted the controller. At some point, they switched places. Mavis looked at Zed, his glassy eyes frozen over and his tongue stuck out halfway in intense concentration.
She stifled a laugh.
Mavis had never seen anyone that deep in the zone, ever. It was inspiring.
“I have to pee,” Zed announced.
He stood and left the room, leaving the door cracked so the hall light came in. Mavis massaged her hands, then looked down at the controller in her lap. Everything about staying over was so natural. Zed didn’t seem put off by her either.
She was about to push her luck.
The toilet flushed and a minute later he walked back into the room.
“So, I was wondering if I could stay for the night,” Mavis said.
His impassive expression didn’t change in the slightest. She took a breath to go into a diatribe about moving and that her mattress wasn’t ready yet, that the couch had springs sticking out in awkward places and it was impossible to sleep.
“Okay,” he said.
Her breath deflated.
“Well, that was easy,” she said, half-jokingly.
Zed huffed, a laugh, Mavis realized. He sat next to her on the bed and picked up the other controller.
“Let’s continue our game,” Zed said.
“Actually, I think I’m good,” she said.
He shrugged.
Zed exited the game and played Forza Horizon instead.
After some time, Mavis braved the question that she’d been waiting to ask.
“Zed, are you doing anything this weekend?”
He was completely unfazed for a moment, and she thought that he hadn’t heard her.
“I’m going to my dad’s. It’s his birthday. Do you want to go?”
That was almost too easy.
Mavis was momentarily stunned.
“Yes,” she said.
Zed broke his focus from the screen and looked at her.
“Really? It’s going to be boring as hell. I need someone to talk to,” he said.
Zed clutched the controller a bit tighter.
Mavis didn’t know how to respond.
“Yes,” she said again.
He turned his eyes back to the screen, right as he ran into a tree in the middle of a field.
Later that night he slumped over onto her shoulder, dead to the world. Of course, only in a figurative sense, as Mavis would never hurt a blond hair on this angel’s head.
Every minute with him made her feel as close to a normal human being that she could ever possibly be. He made her laugh, made her forget that she could never be discovered. They both loved to drive fast.
She looked at his expression longingly, so beautiful when it was wiped of worry. His red buttondown rode up to expose a white underbelly like a fish, his skin so soft and if she could touch…
Her nose flared as the thought made her boil with pleasure, but she put it away before she thought of things she would regret.
Mavis could see that something was wrong, earlier, but she would take care of that.
That morning she was in his house, unbeknownst to him, before he left for work. From under his bed, Mavis overheard his conversation with his dad about the party they were having. There was an attendee who she was especially interested in meeting, one whose address she attained from Collins’ contact list.
He went by the name of SpinTop. God knew why. Anyone could grab his real moniker the second they saw that his face was plastered right there. He had dark brown hair that was really a rather unconvincing toupee, and a very distinct bump on the bridge of his nose.
She had followed the address to an unassuming house halfway back to the city, one of those bland McMansions that blend with the rest of the cookie-cutter homes where people go to rot in quiet suburbia.
There had been no one home that day, but there lived a man who threatened Collins in recent texts to make the killings look like accidents, or he would be next. But why? She had to know. Especially since this man just so happened to be close to Zed’s parents.
Mavis slipped off of the bed and made herself home on the couch.
The next morning they carpooled to work. His car unlocked with a couple of quick, short clicks and he slid into the passenger’s side.
“Did I ever say that I wanted to take it for a ride or did you read my mind about that?” she laughed, then snorted at the end.
Zed gave her an amused smile.
Her heart could have broken ribs.
“I think you told me, but I’m not sure,” he answered.
“Oh well. Let’s ride,” she said.
Mavis revved the engine. They took off down the long stretch of road. She didn’t care for how different it was from the city. The dull, empty fields of green raced by with hardly a thing in between. How much longer until the flowers bored her?
Mavis did not plan this through.
She turned the radio up slightly.
“Another victim found dead on the freeway Mike-”
The radio buzzed and crackled as Mavis quickly flipped the channel.
Electric Love by Børns drowned out the static, for the most part. The signal out here was abysmal.
“What do you like to listen to?” Mavis asked.
Zed turned a little red at the question.
“This is fine,” he said.
She grinned.
Mavis had time to figure out what his favorite music was. Then she could take him back to the city with her, and they could hopefully get some better reception. Erica was sitting in her car when they pulled up next to her, with a peculiar expression as she stared at her phone.
The window was rolled down and so Zed greeted her with a hello.
“Hey,” Erica replied distantly.
She put her phone in her purse fast and stepped out of the car. Erica pushed up her glasses and gave them both a strange smile.
“I see you’re carpooling now,” she observed.
Zed shrugged.
Mavis gave her a nearly predatory grin.
“Maybe we could go for a ride sometime.”
Erica coughed.
“Well, that sounds good with all that’s…going on.”
Her hand waved in an airy manner.
Zed was a still statue, a million miles away.
He snapped back to life as Mavis looked at him.
“I’ll see you later, Mavis. Thanks for the ride,” he said.
“Yeah,” she said.
Mavis curled a lip as they walked together.
Why couldn’t she work in the same room with him? Why did it have to be Erica digging through bodies? Whatever. She still got to ride with him. Mavis made a smug humph and made her way to the morgue. It was right across from the pathology lab so it wasn’t a long walk away.
The typical clatter and chaos filled the space in which she thrived. Mavis had bigger plans, but this place would get her through the mundanity for now just fine. As she walked down to her room, she spotted two officers, one that she had met. Gram? Gramins?
The other was fat and tan with soft brown eyes.
They dipped their heads as she approached.
Mavis corked a brow.
“Hello,” she said.
“You’re Ms. Buckley, correct ma’am?” Stewart said.
Mavis looked between them awkwardly.
“Am I in trouble?”
The other laughed.
“No, but we do have a few questions,” she said.
Grant, that was her name. Her voice jogged something in Mavis. She dipped into a state of eerie calm, something which was honed over the years until Zed came along. She didn’t sweat a drop around these two, however.
Mavis hummed and conjured an easy smile.
“Yes sir, yes ma’am.”
They walked back up the stairs to a patrol car.
“Now what is all this? Am I under arrest?” she asked, affecting a high, squeaky voice as though she were alarmed.
Mavis was, deep down, but the emotion did not come through the thick walls in her mind should she need to find a clear exit out. It would be a real bummer if she missed the party because they found her out.
“Ma’am, we are questioning everyone who has come into contact with Sir Buck Collins. We have grounds to suspect that he was involved in a recent homicide,” Stewart said.
The man began to take on the same stoney appearance that Zed had, totally spaced out, as if he were in a Vietnam flashback.
They, Mavis concluded, had seen something that she wasn’t aware of. Yet they didn’t suspect her. Mavis was now truly at ease with them. In fact, this was quite the advantageous position. Collins was dead and he’d be pinned for her recent activities.
This was perfection.
She held down a grin, pleased inside like the cat that ate the canary.
Mavis got into the back of the car, the other two up front. They drove the short distance in silence to the police station.
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2023.06.05 03:50 David_Peshlowe Introducing Stebby: The Name That's as Unique as You Are!

Hey, fellow Redditors! I had this wild thought the other day, and I couldn't help but share it with all of you. Imagine if someone out there had the coolest, quirkiest name ever: Stebby. Doesn't it just roll off the tongue? I mean, seriously, wouldn't it be neat if a person were named Stebby?
Now, before you start thinking I'm out of my mind, let me explain why I think Stebby would be an awesome name. First off, it's so incredibly unique. In a world where names can often blend together, Stebby would stand out like a shining star. Just imagine introducing yourself as Stebby and watching people's jaws drop in amazement. You'd instantly become the talk of the town!
But Stebby isn't just a name; it's a personality statement. It's fun, energetic, and full of life. Say it out loud a few times. Stebby. Doesn't it make you want to dance around and embrace your inner child? I can totally picture Stebby as that person who brings joy and laughter wherever they go. They'd have an infectious energy that can brighten up even the gloomiest of days.
Now, I know what you might be thinking. "But wait, Stebby isn't a traditional name!" And you're right, it isn't. But that's precisely what makes it so special. In a world that often tries to fit us into molds and labels, Stebby would be a symbol of breaking free from convention. They'd inspire others to embrace their own uniqueness and be proud of who they are.
Imagine the adventures Stebby would have with a name like that. They'd be the protagonist in their own story, making each day an opportunity for excitement and discovery. You can almost picture them traveling the world, leaving a trail of smiles and laughter behind. Stebby would be that person who reminds us to find joy in the little things, to chase our dreams, and to live life to the fullest.
So, my fellow Redditors, let's take a moment to appreciate the beauty of imagination and the power of names. While we may never come across a real-life Stebby, we can still celebrate the idea that a name can be more than just a word—it can be a reflection of our true selves. And who knows? Maybe someday, we'll meet a real-life Stebby, and our lives will be a little brighter because of it.
Share your thoughts! Can you think of any other unique names that would bring a smile to your face? Let's embrace the magic of imagination and have some fun with it!
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2023.06.05 03:49 most_unseemly 4:49 a.m. EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 467th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. Art You Can Own! + ART FRIDAY AWARDS + Discussion + Charities

4:49 a.m. EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 467th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. Art You Can Own! + ART FRIDAY AWARDS + Discussion + Charities



Art Friday Awards!

Art Friday Awards for the week of May 29, 2023
But before we proceed to the awards, here's some...

Art You Can Own!

Space Marines for the 72nd Mechanized Brigade by brammo1991
u/brammo1991 improves Warhammer 40K figures with Ukrainian livery, places them in wonderfully detailed dioramas, and auctions them off to benefit United24 and Come Back Alive. This weeks offering honors the 72nd Mechanized Brigade. Check out the full diorama here, and pop on over to eBay to bid on it!

L-R: Limited edition engraved knife and painted bullet shells by Maxim Kilderov
Artist u/kilderov, whom you can read about here, was forced to leave occupied Nova Kakhovka for his own safety. He now sells his work to support the civilians in his city and the warriors from it, who are mostly fighting in and around Bakhmut. In addition to his ongoing painted shells initiative, he's currently selling a limited edition series of engraved knives signed by the artist. Also, check out his latest post and DM him if anything catches your eye! (What I wouldn't give to be able to afford one of his boomsticks boomboxes....)
So far, Ukraine, you've helped him raise over $16,000 for Humanity, which provides humanitarian aid and evacuation in Nova Kakhovka and Kherson, and for Nova Kakhovka's warriors at the front. Here's a great example of what he's doing with the funds you help him raise.

L-R: Upcycled russian materiel by 21vetal01 and treasure box by his wife
u/21vetal01, whom you can read about here, turns scraps of destroyed russian equipment into trophies and souvenirs, and his wife makes beautiful little treasures and beautiful little treasure boxes. Proceeds support every facet of the war effort, from military aid to humanitarian aid to cash assistance for families of the fallen. Here are some examples of what they make, here's their latest work, and here's a small example of what they do with the funds they raise.
And now ...

Art Friday Awards!

The Damn Right ППО Працює Award

(ППО працює = PPO pratsyuye = Air defense is working. Local Telegram channels send the message "ППР працює" during russia's air attacks so that residents know the booms they're hearing aren't necessarily successful strikes.)
Glory to Ukraine's air defenders [OC], created and submitted by u/booksbeer.

The Damn, Kyiv. You Pretty Award

I know it's a painting. My point stands. Damn, Kyiv. You pretty.
Landscape of Kyiv, Obolon, painted and submitted by u/SytchArt.

The russian Warship Fucked Itself (With A Little Help From Our Friends) Award

A fun little piece of art. Moskva crushed under the weight of Ukraine, submitted by u/Traditional_Bar6723, who received it as a (friggin' awesome) gift and doesn't know who the artist is.

The Ukrainium People Award

Soldiers in trenches, submitted by u/efraimg. The artist is uncredited

The People's Choice Award

Hi! I'm an Ukrainian artist with 3yo daughter. We've been invadеd at the beginning of the wаr near Buchа and lоst our home but thanks to the Rеdditоrs we were able to get out of the occupatiоn. Now we are paint and send colourful pet portraits to people who ask about it and support Ukrainiаns, submitted by u/SkrinT4.


Thank you to all the thoughtful, creative, talented people who created and/or submitted art this week!


The 467th day of a nine-year invasion that has been going on for centuries.
One day closer to victory.



Verified Charities

  • u/Jesterboyd is a mod for ukraine and local to Kyiv. His current project is to fund some very interesting drones. Link to donation
  • United24: This site was launched by President Zelenskyy as the main venue for collecting charitable donations in support of Ukraine. Funds will be allocated to cover the most pressing needs facing Ukraine.
  • Come Back Alive: This NGO crowdfunds non-lethal military equipment, such as thermal vision scopes & supplies it to the front lines. It also provides training for Ukrainian soldiers, as well as researching troops’ needs and social reintegration of veterans.
  • Trident Defense Initiative: This initiative run by former NATO and UA servicemen has trained and equipped thousands of Ukrainian soldiers.
  • Ukraine Front Line US-based and registered 501(c)(3), this NGO fulfills front line soldiers' direct defense and humanitarian aid requests through their man on the ground, Ukraine's own u/jesterboyd.
  • Ukraine Aid Ops: Volunteers around the world who are helping to find and deliver equipment directly to those who need it most in Ukraine.
  • Hospitallers: This is a medical battalion that unites volunteer paramedics and doctors to save the lives of soldiers on the frontline. They crowdfund their vehicle repairs, fuel, and medical equipment.
  • Humanity: Co-founded by u/kilderov, Humanity is a small team of volunteers securing and distributing humanitarian aid to the most vulnerable populations in temporarily occupied Kherson Oblast. Kilderov and his friends were under occupation in Nova Kakhovka in 2022.
You can find many more charities with diverse areas of focus in our vetted charities article HERE.
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2023.06.05 03:47 Weary_Bodybuilder541 The Ocean Scholar

Sometimes I read that moonlight is cold. I’ve never felt that way—how could reflections of the sun chill? I feel at home under the comforting rays, providing light and the slightest kiss of heat in the night—the actual coolness comes from the dark, not the light.
When I take my skiff out at night, ostensibly to catch the squid that rise to the surface in the warm waters, I sit with my bare feet in the ocean, surrounded by the splashes of green and blue bioluminescent waves. I stare up at the night sky, the hint of galaxies, the shine of stars, and our most precious moon beaming down to me while the wind caresses my face through my forlorn attempt at a beard.
The peace can be easily shattered by thinking about who gazes up at me from below, but I have safeguards in place that keep the panic at bay. They can’t (or maybe won’t) sink my boat, especially since I’ve loaded it with several barrels of crude oil. They can’t drag me down to learn their secrets again, as I have chained myself to the boat. Dismemberment is the only way without a key to the lock I have installed.
They won’t dismember me—they want to keep me whole, in a sense of the word. They love you and me in their own way, but they lack boundaries, so it is up to us to enforce them. You see, they don’t need to drag us down to teach us—they are perfectly capable of approaching their students.
The swell of the ocean, detected by my feet in the water and the slow rise of my skiff signals this very truth. I do not look away from the moon, do not need to, for I know what my teacher looks like. I do not desire to look at their body again, though their beauty grows in my mind. A forbidden relationship anyways, between a teacher and student.
My teacher slides into my boat from the side, and I feel them sidle up to me from behind, feel their cool breath on the back of my head, their smooth, tantalizingly silky flesh pressing and wriggling on my spine. The moon begins to move, and I know that it is time to close my eyes and listen to my teacher.
If you were to be on the other side of my skiff, facing away from me and my teacher, you would only hear the waves smoothly lapping the boat, the soft summer breeze tousling the windsock in flaps of cloth. You would feel the boat lift, then sink until it seemed the ocean would come pouring over the sides. You might feel something exploring, perhaps soft breath on your neck, and you would not dare to open your eyes.
The Scholar would then speak to you, should you care to listen.
I listen to them every night. They tell me of where they came from, the love for us that brought them here, and their current musings on humanity. They speak too of the other creatures they love—the fish, the whales, the crustaceans, the sponges and corals, and they give the gift of understanding what it is to be a different creature.
Tonight, I am a brain coral, growing with my siblings as the water around me grows warmer and warmer until I vomit out the creatures that sustain me and I slowly die of starvation, the vibrant colors of my kin bleaching in front of me as they too fall victim to the pressing heat of the ocean around us.
It doesn’t feel fair.
The Scholar returns me to my body, and I open my eyes to stare up at the moon, which weeps salty tears that drop on my face, intermingling with my own. The scholar asks me a question, the same one they ask every night—“PLEASE, WILL YOU HELP ME SAVE ALL OF YOU?”
The unspoken part of the question is this—will you give yourself wholly to us? Will you let us save those who saved us from solitude in the cosmos?
I never answer, for I know if I spoke I would say yes, and hand the Scholar the key I keep on a chain around my neck, and they would cradle me as they slowly pulled me beneath the waves, until the stars faded from view and all that remains is the moon, shining above and beaming an unconditional love down on me.
I don’t know what would happen next. I did say yes once, when I was younger, but I reneged and the moon winked out above me. I swam to the surface with burning lungs and a deep fear, and a deeper sense of grief in my heart.
The Scholar loves us, but I do not know if I am the correct vessel for them to show all of us this fundamental truth.
Perhaps someone else will take a skiff out in the dark night, and wait to see the moon appear above them. Perhaps I will leave my chains loose—I tell myself for comfort, but down deep I know better.
The Scholar loves us—all of us—and who am I to stop them from sharing it with all of you? So I am writing this, and sharing it.
Now that you know of them, they likewise know of and can find you. Perhaps some of you, even just one singular brave soul, can find the courage to do what this coward cannot. Just remember, sometimes overwhelming love can do strange and painful things when it is expressed.
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2023.06.05 03:43 Mogwai10 39M contacted by 34F from my last

I’m sorry if this is formatted incorrectly or if I leave out details to not let myself be found out
Back in 05, during undergrad, I met this absolutely wonderful person while we were both RAs in our respective dormitories. For two years we dated on and off and we just somehow couldn’t fully connect. Something always felt off with her. She’d mssg me super amazing things like how amazing I am and such ( how would this not sound amazing to somebody)? Although when in person she’d act strange and sort of aloof.
I always chalked it up to immaturity or being shy. For two years we’d meet up every now and again and sleep together and she’d rush off. I was young so I didn’t want to play that jealousy card and figured she may also just want it to stay casual. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. I felt insanely lucky to even have the opportunity to be around someone who I found so absolutely beautiful. (She had the most perfect skin and piercing blue eyes that I still see in my dreams).
Years would pass after we “ended things” and never saw her again. But every year or so she’d mssg me on fb just to see or let me know she somehow thought of me. Every time all these years I’d also randomly just go back to those few date night that we shared. So it was kind of great to know she somehow thought of me. ( I say this because to me, I’m absolutely a ridiculously hideous man compared to how stunning she is. I’m a 3 compared to her being a literal 10. She was absolutely funny when she opened up and that would make me feel like I was the only one on the earth being able to even sit beside her).
Fast forward two weeks ago and a random mssg popped up on my fb and sure as day it’s her. She indicated that she had another dream about me and that she had to let me know. This time however, I’m currently in a relationship and live with my partner (bought a house together. Even moved to Texas from the Midwest.).
Since I didn’t think anything of it and figured she’d just make her comment and disappear like she always did, I kept the conversation going. Little by little she began stating how she still thinks about why we never ended up together (this was news to me as I always thought she just didn’t want to be with me completely). While interacting I find out she is neurodivergent so she mentions that perhaps while we were together that she maybe thinks that’s why she always seemed to be “off” and why we didn’t fully “connect”. ( I know very little of this so I have no proof and am not judging this comment from her)
This weekend she openly admits she is still in love with me and I was taken back because I basically left all of this behind assuming I just wasn’t enough. She is married with children yet she told me this.
I could never think of even remotely wanting this to be a thing, but I’m mostly just needing to vent because this was so big to me as a 21 year old and now being 40 it’s thrown a huge curve ball at me. I’d never follow through with this or even placate the idea.
I guess my question is, has anyone ever been in this situation and how does your world not shatter knowing a massive what if? My god my brain is running thousand of miles an hour of all those moments I still remember about her. But I don’t want them anymore. How I wish back then it could have been.
I have no one on earth I could talk to about this. And I hate it.
Edit: I will absolutely state I don’t want to be with this person. I never in my wildest dreams think someone would ever openly admit something like this to me. Especially from almost 20 years ago. I must end it. Before this gets worse or blows up to ruin what I have.
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2023.06.05 03:34 Edgar_Black WEREWOLF SYNOPSIS - A story based on the social deduction game "WEREWOLF"

So this is heavily inspired by the game "Werewolf", a game where a group of players have to play the "Villager" characters and find who "the werewolf" character who has to infiltrate the "villager" characters and avoid being found (so they will lie and manipulate the others to accomplish this goal).
Here is the logline and synopsis, keen to hear your thoughts.
Logline: In a secluded monastery, a group of priests must uncover the werewolf hiding among them through executing suspects one by one, with only 2 hours before the full moon rises.
In the secluded monastery set in the year 1066, a small island off the coast of Northern England, the lives of thirteen priests are disrupted by the arrival of Brother Bernard, who is grievously injured and near death. With his dying breath, Bernard reveals that he was attacked by a werewolf disguised as one of their own, wearing the robes of the priests. Ethelric, a former English General turned priest, witnesses Bernard's wounds inexplicably healing before his eyes, a sign that he may have been transforming into a werewolf. Acting swiftly, Ethelric stabs Bernard through the heart with a silver dagger, causing him to partially transform before dying.
Sensing the imminent danger, Ethelric enlists the help of Cuthbert, a young former knight turned priest, to organize a meeting within the monastery. With only two hours remaining until sundown, Ethelric, Cuthbert, and Theodore, a former Viking, lock down the monastery. They begin by testing various traditional methods such as holy water, garlic, and silver, but none of them prove effective. They are left with no choice but to proceed with the process of elimination.
As tensions rise and suspicions mount, the priests grapple with their faith, fear, and doubts while searching for clues that might reveal the true identity of the werewolf. Each priest is scrutinized, their alibis questioned, and their sins considered.
Brother Aelfred, a wise and elderly man who volunteered to be the first sacrificial lamb, reveals his past as an entertainer and jester, sharing his knowledge of a similar event that took place years ago. However, Cuthbert insists on leaving Aelfred until last, believing that he cannot be the werewolf. As the process continues, two priests are executed, but the werewolf remains elusive.
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Amidst the turmoil, Brother Baldwin discovers a hidden hatch leading to a mysterious cave. Cuthbert volunteers to explore the unknown depths alongside Baldwin, while Ethelric opposes their decision due to the potential dangers lurking within. However, Theodore stands firm and prevents Ethelric from intervening.
Within the depths of the cave, Cuthbert and Baldwin uncover scratch marks and pagan symbols, hinting at the presence of the werewolf. Cuthbert returns to the church alone, claiming that Baldwin left through the cave's exit. Cuthbert persuades Ethelric to turn against Theodore, believing him to be the werewolf.
The other priests take Aelfred and flee through cave as a fierce confrontation occurs: Ethelric and Cuthbert manage to overpower Theodore and kill him, but their victory is short-lived when it's revealed that the former Viking is not a werewolf. Cuthbert unexpectedly turns his sword on Ethelric, wounding him in the fight but defeating him. Ethelric defends himself and kills the man but discovers that Cuthbert is not the werewolf.
As the full moon rises, Aelfred, the very old and crippled blind wise man, transforms into a werewolf within the cave. He mercilessly attacks the other trapped priests. He returns to confront Ethelric, who is now the last man standing. In a final battle, our hero fights the werewolf, ultimately managing to defeat him. However, the victory comes at a price, as Ethelric realizes he has been wounded by the beast and may carry the curse of the beast.
Weakened and broken, Ethelric collapses, gazing at the hauntingly beautiful full moon alongside the crucifix.
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2023.06.05 03:30 _lil_pp_ A Resignation Letter that Belongs in a Museum

I mean, it doesn't. But it at least belongs somewhere, which is here. And for context, the owner of the restaurant also owns a sock shop, which is why there are multiple sock references.
Mr. S*******, I didn’t think it would be helpful or necessary for me to respond to you at all, but was encouraged by friends and family that I should for future reference. I appreciate that you put your thoughts about what occurred on that day in writing, because it helps me understand your interpretation of workplace events, and also reaffirms my reaction to the events of that day. I was scheduled to arrive at 8:30 AM instead of 8:00 AM so it would save the business $7.87 in labour costs. When I did, as usual, things were already challenging. It was a beautiful day of early summer, and the entire patio was full, with more guests pouring in for available tables. As usual, very few of the tables, inside or outside, were properly set up. They may have had water glasses, but even if they were occupied, there would be no water in the glasses. Many who already ordered, as usual, had no silverware. Guests were told by **** to sit wherever they wanted, even if the table they chose was not ready for them. There was no host, food runner, or busser to help us easily manage the situation. There was no front of house manager, or owner, or manager of any kind present at the time. This was in the middle of brunch rush on a Saturday morning, all to avoid additional labour costs on your end. There was only one line cook who was already sweating his ass off. I respect him extremely. If this sounds like a normal, manageable situation, you have clearly never owned or worked in a restaurant before. Which you haven’t. I called you for assistance and you declined. You were probably busy selling funny socks. While I was overwhelmed and keeping my composure, **** was occupying her time drawing flowers on the specials board, not checking on her table’s water or coffee situation, leaving stacks of dirty dishes on unoccupied tables, letting food get cold in the kitchen window (because she refuses to run another server’s food), and rolling silverware. There were seven tables that needed to be bussed, cleaned, and set up for incoming parties, and five others that needed their orders taken so they didn’t feel ignored. [General Manager] finally arrived and I communicated my frustration with the current situation. I pointed how much of a disaster was happening in the dining room, and how it felt like I was the only one working in the front of house. He then started rolling silverware. If my absence that day prompted stress from your front of house employees, remember that this is the first summer you’ve been in charge of this place. If you thought only two servers were appropriate for a successful restaurant, that is a strong indication that you have no interest in running one. After I left, the two servers were stressed out because they didn’t have an extra set of hands. That was your decision for my shift initially. Ironically, you mentioned in your letter that it was inappropriate behavior for me not to leave exactly at 2:15 PM in the past, because it increased your labour costs. Do you have any idea why I was there an extra forty or fifty minutes? You don’t, because you have no interest in seeing what mess I am gladly cleaning up when my shift should be over. You’re probably busy selling silly socks again. Imagine if I was your pilot on Spirit Airlines, and we got into a wind storm on the way to LAX. Our landing time was delayed, so I announced on the loud speaker that I was just going to parachute out because my shift was over. Imagine if you accidentally left your dog in your car in the Walmart parking lot in Missouri when it was 105º out. You were locked in the bathroom, but you called **** to see if she could grab a hammer and go break your car window so your dog would survive. She responded, “Sorry, I’m busy rolling silverware.” Regards, _lil_pp_
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2023.06.05 03:29 anguswalsh My beloved lotus

My beloved lotus
I love water plants. For 16 years I had a 125gallon stock tank with several beautiful water lilies and some water hyacinth that would manage to winter over. Mosquitos were controlled with feeder goldfish and they got to be fairly large. The tank made one move to a new house but the buyers of this last house asked if we’d leave it so it didn’t make the move to the farm. But I would not give up the lotus. Thought you might like to see how happy it is.
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