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2014.01.29 21:53 Daniellamb Creative sentences that form from Acronyms

Welcome to the Acronym Game! If you've ever played Acronymble, Acrophobia or any other Acronym based game, the rules are simple. Someone makes a post with a random Acronym in the title and then other people reply to that post with sentences formed from the Acronym.
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Thanks to everyone who helped out and cooperated while we really needed it! Without your help and cooperation we would have been in big trouble. This sub will remain private, in the event that it is ever needed for some reason (which is extremely unlikely) it will be opened back up. Thanks for participating!
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2016.03.27 05:40 S A V E T H E M

5ive Nights at Freddy's is a subreddit for the famous Indie Horror game created by Scott Cawthon, FNaF 1-4 and FNaF World. Here you can post your fanart, 3D Models, games, almost everything and anything. Just remember to read the rules before posting!
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2023.06.10 06:48 errantgrammar Should I stay or should I go now?

I'm just contemplating embarking on the no contact journey with my partneex. I have no idea what we are anymore, but I do know that it's too much to ask me to keep hanging around waiting for him to turn his focus to me again. We are neither of us faultless, but after 3 years, I'm starting to feel tired and lonely. That shouldn't happen when I'm still in a relationship. Our highs were dizzying, as they tend to be, but our lows were tough, though mostly just empty. He would hit a depressive phase and just disappear for days, even weeks on end. It was excruciating, and the worry was unmanageable at times. He would send the occasional text, and I have to admit that those seemed to acknowledge the impact on me - he would say things like, "Hey. Just checking in. I'm okay, just doing it tough right now." but he always remained in control of us, of our time together and apart. Other times, he would ask how I was doing, and I know that at his lowest, he couldn't actually cope with the answer, but he would ask, because he wanted me to feel supported and cared for. In his way, this was the closest thing to approximating love that he could manage. A couple of times, though, he has reverted to behaving like a five year old or throwing in my face something personal that only he had been trusted with. We rarely fought, but this year, he stopped fighting fair.
I am conscious of all the things we have been through, as individuals, in this time. He lost his sister in very tragic circumstances, and his job. I have battled to keep my kids because my belligerent ex couldn't deal with my moving on (it wasn't the 'who', it was just my audacity - that I would be with anyone was highly offensive to him, and his narcissism simply wouldn't allow it - trust me, I'd take this relationship a thousand times over that one), but also gone ahead in leaps and bounds in my career - I have worked hard and been very lucky to be recognised for that so often that it made my head spin.
There's also the undeniable fact that we came into this on the back of two bad break ups and many years of friendship. It's a complicated mix that doesn't help.
So recently, I asked for a break. I actually don't want to lose him. For all of this pain, we've actually been very good for each other, and it is clear that we know each other in a way that most people never will - I know lots of people say that, but it's true. Until this year, we could be vulnerable with each other without hesitation. We have talked each other through the darkest parts of our lives and spent a thousand hours discussing the world, our thoughts, and everything that sprung to mind. But I'm not sure if I'm trying to hold on to something that is gone for good, or if his promises that he just needs some time are legitimate. He might have a condition, but his choices are still his choices. He can do the hard stuff if he chooses to. Even he recognises this as true. But if I'm not worth doing it for now, I have no reason to assume I will be later. Compassion fatigue is real, and we are both suffering it, but his capacity for compassion is lower than mine, and I don't want to keep reducing myself to avoid asking more than he has to give. He has put me first many times, and I don't expect to always be there, but I do feel like I deserve more than I currently have.
With that said, after agreeing to this break, I spent two days straight out crying. Then I reached out, because I'm in love with him, and not sure I'm ready to say goodbye. We are now two weeks in, and I've started to repair. But he has messaged me two days this week, saying he hopes I am well, and each time, I go through a whole process of evaluation before I respond. I am well. I am sad that this is where we are right now, and for the time being, a part of me still holds hope that we will do exactly what we said we would do, and return to each other when we both felt more equipped to do it, but I also can't imagine how that would look, because at the moment all I have is an urge to find my feet. Not to leave, necessarily, but to refocus on myself.
So I suppose I'm now at the stage of being desperate enough to ask strangers for their thoughts. The only jury he will ever face with me will be mine - I don't need someone to tell me what to do. I love this man, and will not walk away unless I feel 100% convinced that it is what I need to do. But I could use your thoughts to evaluate my own, to check my working, so to speak. On the one hand, I'm not sure we need to go no contact, provided that his texts don't become toxic. But on the other, I don't want to stand around waiting for the water to become undrinkable. I did float the idea of monthly date, to keep us alive whilst we work on things, but I don't know if that's a bad idea or not. Maybe I won't know until we've tried. The only thing I feel confident in right now is that things will never be vastly different from the way they are now. He will always be this person. He has changed a lot, in small ways, but he will always be a little aloof, he'll always be occasionally unreachable. Am I okay with that, or am I seeking something I can depend on?
Finally, I do wonder if I have to know? Is it okay to accept that there aren't answers for some of these questions? I am also neurodivergent, and unknowns are something I can generally only accept if I can keep them at a distance. A huge part of me feels the need for a decision, to stay or to go. To end, or to fight. But another part reminds me that I need time too, and I might stand half a chance of getting it (whatever it is?) right if I just leave things to play out how they may.
E.
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  • Learn the Hard Way — Fast
  • How Offers Build Relationships
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Buying Behavior — Module One, 60 Minutes

Phase 2: Critical Research

5 Big Questions — 60 Minutes
Competitive Research — 30 Minutes
Planning — 30 Minutes
Writers’ Tools — 60 Minutes

Phase 3: The Offer Formula

Now we start writing or dictating
Things to Remember: Sequence Matters — 30 Minutes
Promise — 60 Minutes
Intro — 60 Minutes
Commitment — 30 Minutes

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Clearly Define Their Desired Outcome (Better Be Right) What They Don’t Want You to Know (Hidden Secret)
Might Know, Probably Know, Don’t Know
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  • Good but Incomplete
  • Give Context to the Importance of the Solution
  • Help Them See the Vision
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  • Stress the Ease of Use
  • Demonstrate the Speed of Results
  • Sell the Idea (Not the Product)
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Pre-Close — Day Two, 60 Minutes
Transition — Day Two, 30 Minutes
Offer — Day Two, 90 Minutes
Close — Day Two, 90 Minutes

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  • Cut Boring & Redundant Text
  • Assure Readability Score of 4th Grade or Below
  • Voice Test 3X With Live Edit
  • Perform the Standalone Scan Test
  • Run the I.O.U. Test
  • Hold a C.U.B. Review
  • Create Image Captions
  • Underline, Bold, Italics & Caps, Spelling, Grammar & Punctuation
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2023.06.10 06:47 oBG1984 /r/ayaneo will be down from June 12-14 in protest of Reddit killing third party apps

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2023.06.10 06:46 czg22 Need Input: Escape Room for Elementary Music Classroom

Hi there! I am designing and making an escape room for my 3rd grade students as a review of the concepts they learned in 2nd grade. I would love input from a variety of people so I’m cross posting to escaperooms, teachers, and musiced.
Here’s what I have so far:
Theme - I am basing my narrative off of the book/song “There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly”. So far my narrative is: You are a doctor who got a call about a very sick old lady. You are at her home looking for clues about what could have given her such a terrible stomachache. Find out what she ate, give her the right medicine and do it all before she eats anything that would send her to the hospital.
Decorating and Prop Ideas - The game has to be reset for 6 classes. I’m thinking of laminating documents and making a flowchart that will make it easy to set up the game for the next day. Every class has about 20 students but they can be grouped into smaller groups. I want to make half of my class look like an old lady’s farmhouse with missing animals. There’s an empty dog bed, a kitty litter box full of sand, a fly swatter, a cobweb in the corner, a birdcage, a window overlooking a goat barn, etc… I have 6 small wooden boxes, one big treasure box (all boxes have a clasp for a lock), 6 locks and keys, and one big lock that has 6 holes on it where six padlock locks must all be opened in order for the big lock to open. I have six combination locks that open with 3 letter combinations. I have a felt old lady and felt animals.
Puzzle Ideas: My students need hands on activities. I was thinking of hiding a key in the sand (kitty litter box), hiding keys in clay, taping keys under furniture. Some of the puzzles I was thinking of were having kids solve musical math with rhythms, solving a jigsaw puzzle that shows the anatomy of a recorder, an ukulele, or a xylophone and then flipping it over to see a message. Maybe doing a watercolor and oil pastel secret message??? I have invisible pens and flashlights. I am also good with MakeyMakey, Scratch and Paper Circuits. Something with magnets would be cool. Or sorting instruments into instrument families. The students also learned about musical form (binary, rondo, etc) so I feel that lends itself into some type of puzzle. Definitely we can do something where they spell out a word using pitches on a treble clef staff.
Things I’m not interested in: I don’t want it to be worksheet heavy. I’ve seen the escape rooms on Teacherspayteachers and I’m not interested in everything just being in envelopes. I have a space in my class that can be dedicated to this escape room and would not interfere with my other classes so I don’t feel a need to make everything paper based.
How you can help me: I think I need a non-linear approach with six different tasks, six animals: fly, spider, bird, cat, dog, goat. Not the horse because that makes her die… that’s too sad. I could split up my class into 6 groups which is manageable. What does a 30 minute escape room experience look like for just one task? If I could get help with even just one task, I feel like I could get my mind around the other tasks. Thanks everyone!
P.S. I would err on being easy because I have kids that are just starting to learn English. So basic sentence structures, visuals, etc.
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2023.06.10 06:45 czg22 Need Input: Escape Room for Elementary Music Classroom

Hi there! I am designing and making an escape room for my 3rd grade students as a review of the concepts they learned in 2nd grade. I would love input from a variety of people so I’m cross posting to escaperooms, teachers, and musiced.
Here’s what I have so far:
Theme - I am basing my narrative off of the book/song “There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly”. So far my narrative is: You are a doctor who got a call about a very sick old lady. You are at her home looking for clues about what could have given her such a terrible stomachache. Find out what she ate, give her the right medicine and do it all before she eats anything that would send her to the hospital.
Decorating and Prop Ideas - The game has to be reset for 6 classes. I’m thinking of laminating documents and making a flowchart that will make it easy to set up the game for the next day. Every class has about 20 students but they can be grouped into smaller groups. I want to make half of my class look like an old lady’s farmhouse with missing animals. There’s an empty dog bed, a kitty litter box full of sand, a fly swatter, a cobweb in the corner, a birdcage, a window overlooking a goat barn, etc… I have 6 small wooden boxes, one big treasure box (all boxes have a clasp for a lock), 6 locks and keys, and one big lock that has 6 holes on it where six padlock locks must all be opened in order for the big lock to open. I have six combination locks that open with 3 letter combinations. I have a felt old lady and felt animals.
Puzzle Ideas: My students need hands on activities. I was thinking of hiding a key in the sand (kitty litter box), hiding keys in clay, taping keys under furniture. Some of the puzzles I was thinking of were having kids solve musical math with rhythms, solving a jigsaw puzzle that shows the anatomy of a recorder, an ukulele, or a xylophone and then flipping it over to see a message. Maybe doing a watercolor and oil pastel secret message??? I have invisible pens and flashlights. I am also good with MakeyMakey, Scratch and Paper Circuits. Something with magnets would be cool. Or sorting instruments into instrument families. The students also learned about musical form (binary, rondo, etc) so I feel that lends itself into some type of puzzle. Definitely we can do something where they spell out a word using pitches on a treble clef staff.
Things I’m not interested in: I don’t want it to be worksheet heavy. I’ve seen the escape rooms on Teacherspayteachers and I’m not interested in everything just being in envelopes. I have a space in my class that can be dedicated to this escape room and would not interfere with my other classes so I don’t feel a need to make everything paper based.
How you can help me: I think I need a non-linear approach with six different tasks, six animals: fly, spider, bird, cat, dog, goat. Not the horse because that makes her die… that’s too sad. I could split up my class into 6 groups which is manageable. What does a 30 minute escape room experience look like for just one task? If I could get help with even just one task, I feel like I could get my mind around the other tasks. Thanks everyone!
P.S. I would err on being easy because I have kids that are just starting to learn English. So basic sentence structures, visuals, etc.
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2023.06.10 06:43 czg22 Need Input: Escape Room for Elementary Music Classroom

Hi there! I am designing and making an escape room for my 3rd grade students as a review of the concepts they learned in 2nd grade. I would love input from a variety of people so I’m cross posting to escaperooms, teachers, and musiced.
Here’s what I have so far:
Theme - I am basing my narrative off of the book/song “There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly”. So far my narrative is: You are a doctor who got a call about a very sick old lady. You are at her home looking for clues about what could have given her such a terrible stomachache. Find out what she ate, give her the right medicine and do it all before she eats anything that would send her to the hospital.
Decorating and Prop Ideas - The game has to be reset for 6 classes. I’m thinking of laminating documents and making a flowchart that will make it easy to set up the game for the next day. Every class has about 20 students but they can be grouped into smaller groups. I want to make half of my class look like an old lady’s farmhouse with missing animals. There’s an empty dog bed, a kitty litter box full of sand, a fly swatter, a cobweb in the corner, a birdcage, a window overlooking a goat barn, etc… I have 6 small wooden boxes, one big treasure box (all boxes have a clasp for a lock), 6 locks and keys, and one big lock that has 6 holes on it where six padlock locks must all be opened in order for the big lock to open. I have six combination locks that open with 3 letter combinations. I have a felt old lady and felt animals.
Puzzle Ideas: My students need hands on activities. I was thinking of hiding a key in the sand (kitty litter box), hiding keys in clay, taping keys under furniture. Some of the puzzles I was thinking of were having kids solve musical math with rhythms, solving a jigsaw puzzle that shows the anatomy of a recorder, an ukulele, or a xylophone and then flipping it over to see a message. Maybe doing a watercolor and oil pastel secret message??? I have invisible pens and flashlights. I am also good with MakeyMakey, Scratch and Paper Circuits. Something with magnets would be cool. Or sorting instruments into instrument families. The students also learned about musical form (binary, rondo, etc) so I feel that lends itself into some type of puzzle. Definitely we can do something where they spell out a word using pitches on a treble clef staff.
Things I’m not interested in: I don’t want it to be worksheet heavy. I’ve seen the escape rooms on Teacherspayteachers and I’m not interested in everything just being in envelopes. I have a space in my class that can be dedicated to this escape room and would not interfere with my other classes so I don’t feel a need to make everything paper based.
How you can help me: I think I need a non-linear approach with six different tasks, six animals: fly, spider, bird, cat, dog, goat. Not the horse because that makes her die… that’s too sad. I could split up my class into 6 groups which is manageable. What does a 30 minute escape room experience look like for just one task? If I could get help with even just one task, I feel like I could get my mind around the other tasks. Thanks everyone!
P.S. I would err on being easy because I have kids that are just starting to learn English. So basic sentence structures, visuals, etc.
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2023.06.10 06:43 123whatrwe Something more for the nerd

https://www.chemistryworld.com/news/lithium-dendrite-understanding-will-help-unpick-durability-issues-of-solid-state-batteries/4017551.article
Here’s a pop article on the dendrite post from Nature I threw up recently. Take home seems to be that pressure leads to a five times increase in dendrite failure. Kinda separates the separators. Ha ha. Also points to the evolution to true SSBs, I’d imagine, but I’m no expert. Adhesion, I’m guessing is the nut there and would seem since they get no/low pressure to work in their semi-SSB their probably ahead (the chemistry, David…the Chemistry) with regards to this as well. Any insights?
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2023.06.10 06:42 Opposite-Sleep-9204 She told me I have the face of a serial k*ller

I made another reddit account for obvious reasons.
Yesterday I was in a shopping mall with a very good friend of mine, one who I can say it's like a sister to me.
Everything seemed like a normal day where I go out with her and laugh or do silly things with her.
As she was looking at clothes, we start discussing looks. She told me my face looks like I'm a serial k*ller. That I have a somewhat of a weirdo look, and my eyes that are blue and glasses that I have, aren't helping me either. That it's just how I was born and I can't do anything regarding this.
At that exact moment I wanted to kll myself. I wanted to puke, as my stomach started to hurt. I don't understand myself how I could stop my tears when I heard these words. I felt stbbed in the heart as it's not the first time someone told me this, but it's the first time someone dear to me says so. This broke me to pieces, as it was not a joke, just the truth.
I struggled with how I look for many years. I started balding at a very young age and I just shave my head since I was 20. I started going to gym in April this year, but I don't like to see myself in a mirror. I don't even like to see my reflection on my laptop or mobile phone. I don't like to see myself in any pictures. It makes me feel depressed.
You will maybe say that everybody is beautiful in their own way. It's not true. Would it be beautiful if you would-been told that you look like a sick person? Where's the beauty in that?
There are many times that I go alone in parks, at the cinema or in restaurants. I lie to my family that I go out with many friends, it's just with myself or with her.
When I went home, I closed the windows and door at the balcony. I didn't wanted to see them open. I didn't wanted even to look at them. I live on the fifth floor.
Man shouldn't cry, but as I write this post I just can't stop crying. I couldn't even sleep last night, and probably the next days will be the same.
Everyday I try to be a better person, everyday I try to see beauty and happiness in small things. But everyday, it's not forever.
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What You Get:

Part 1: Why Offers Matter

Everything Starts With an Offer
  • Most Valuable Skill in the World
  • How Offers Build Companies
  • How Offers Build Products
  • How Offers Sell Books
  • How Offers Make Deals
  • Learn the Hard Way — Fast
  • How Offers Build Relationships
  • 30 Years of Experience in 2 Days
  • My Usable “Fake It Till You Make It” Formula

Phase 1: Understanding Human Buying Behavior

The Five “Cult Laws” That Drive Sales — Module One, 30 Minutes
Buying Behavior — Module One, 60 Minutes

Phase 2: Critical Research

5 Big Questions — 60 Minutes
Competitive Research — 30 Minutes
Planning — 30 Minutes
Writers’ Tools — 60 Minutes

Phase 3: The Offer Formula

Now we start writing or dictating
Things to Remember: Sequence Matters — 30 Minutes
Promise — 60 Minutes
Intro — 60 Minutes
Commitment — 30 Minutes

Part 2: Your Solution

Clearly Define Their Desired Outcome (Better Be Right) What They Don’t Want You to Know (Hidden Secret)
Might Know, Probably Know, Don’t Know
  • Explain the “What” Step by Step
  • Good but Incomplete
  • Give Context to the Importance of the Solution
  • Help Them See the Vision
  • Show SOME of the Steps-Within-Steps
Name the Solution (i.e. F.I.B.S.)
  • Explain the Pain to Create
  • Stress the Ease of Use
  • Demonstrate the Speed of Results
  • Sell the Idea (Not the Product)
How It Works — Day Two, 30 Minutes
Pre-Close — Day Two, 60 Minutes
Transition — Day Two, 30 Minutes
Offer — Day Two, 90 Minutes
Close — Day Two, 90 Minutes

Phase 4: Profitable Copy Editing

Editing Exercises — Day Two, 90 Minutes
  • Use Stronger Verbs, Eliminate Passive Language
  • Cut Boring & Redundant Text
  • Assure Readability Score of 4th Grade or Below
  • Voice Test 3X With Live Edit
  • Perform the Standalone Scan Test
  • Run the I.O.U. Test
  • Hold a C.U.B. Review
  • Create Image Captions
  • Underline, Bold, Italics & Caps, Spelling, Grammar & Punctuation
  • Explain the Pain to Create
Proof for the course is available upon request
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2023.06.10 06:37 Imaginary-Zebra-3589 New Aniara fan fiction short story - The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga

Introduction
The short story you are about to read was created/inspired/based on a variety of sources related to or about Aniara. Aniara rock opera (Seventh Wonder) - The Great Escape, the Aniara wikipedia page, the Aniara film, poem etc. So if you read something and it sounds familiar, it's probably because it comes from or is based on, one of those sources. I have also tried to incorporate some of the thoughts and ideas expressed here on aniara, so some of you may see that reflected. I have not read everything that has to do with the Aniara universe, but I have found many of the resources listed on aniara very helpful in creating this short story. Thank you for those. I have also included a couple alternate endings.
Also, this story belongs to everyone, so everyone should feel free to to fill in the blanks, add to, subtract, or change any part of the story, in anyway they see fit.
I dedicate this short story to all the fans of Aniara, this story is for you and of course the late Harry Martinson.
Like many people who watched the film 'Aniara', I was mesmerized/traumatized by it. It really had a profound effect on me. So much so that I decided to write this fan fiction short story. I am not a writer. The short story that you are about to read is my (very) amateurish tribute to the film. I apologize in advance for all of the grammaspelling and other errors. Despite the (many) flaws of this short work, I hope that you can see what I was attempting to do. Anyway without further or do, I present to you:

The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga
WE CROWN THE SKIES WITH OUR TIARA, THE LIFE AND FATE OF ANIARA

Note: The following represents the most complete (so far) chronicle of events that happened onboard the Aniara.

Year 18 - Song of Melancholy - My name is Benjamin Jenkins, but everyone calls me "Benny", I am proud to announce that I am the new "Captain" of the mighty space "cruise ship" Aniara. Of course, my title could just as easily be the Admiral of Mars or the Conquer of the Universe, or some other ridiculous sounding grandiose title. Sometimes you must laugh in the face of despair otherwise you will go insane. It's all just for fun of course. I was given the title "Captain" by the crew because I was able to restore the communications transmitter. At least I think I was able to retore it? The lights show green for transmitting, so yeah I bet it works, and besides, all of this is being recorded for posterity and it will be placed in a time/memorial capsule. After that the capsule will be sent in the (general) direction of Mars/Home, where hopefully someone finds it. I'm also the Senior Maintenance Tech in charge of repairing/prolonging various ship systems, etc. There are now only a few remaining livable areas of the ship so it's not as much work as one might imagine. And to think 18 years ago, I was just an ordinary passenger, how far through the ranks I've come! As the "Captain" I will now recount the entire history of the Aniara, the various events, the everyday happenings, from the awe inspiring and amazing, to the boring and mundane, great triumphs and crushing defeats, all the feelings of happiness and joy that come with new life and all of the sorrows and despair that come from (too) many deaths and (too) many hardships. All of our great accomplishments, setbacks and everything in between will be laid bare before the entire universe to witness. Our love, our hate, our dreams, our wants and desires, disappointments, anger and fear but above all our HOPE. Our precious HOPE, the only thing we have left, which has kept us alive for so long. Our HOPE that this message will be received, that someone, somewhere will know our story and our struggle, our HOPE that Mars will be successfully terraformed into the paradise that we all know it can be and our HOPE that Earth will be restored to the paradise that it once was. It's all here, it's all being recorded for the future. I will start our saga from the very beginning of our trip all those years ago...

Hour 1 - Routine Voyage - Well, this is it! Soon I and many others will make a new home on Mars... of course if we hadn't ruined the first one...

Week 3 - Without a Map/A Slight Detour - Today the Captain made an announcement that there would be a slight detour in our trip. In order to avoid a collision with space debris, (which would have destroyed the ship) we had to veer off course. Some of the debris hit the nuclear reactor (a very rare event), which forced the crew to eject all of the ship's fuel. The Captain told everyone that we will be able to resume our trip to Mars once the ship passes a celestial body, which should (probably) happen in about two years. Everyone is (understandably) disgruntled by this unfortunate news. As for me I have no one waiting for me on Mars so it's not as bad.

Year 2 - Wait and See - After several long months of trying out all of the various amusements and other distractions, I was starting to get bored, so I spoke with one of the senior crew members and asked if I could volunteer to do something, anything. Also a job would help keep my mind off our current situation.
Today, my request to work was approved and now I'm part of the crew. My job is to do general maintenance tasks around the ship. I also help take care of the algae, which are used to supply the ship with oxygen and food. It's not a very challenging task, in fact I find it very tedious, but the algae are crucial for the ship's survival, so it gives me a sense of purpose and on top of that I also earn extra points.
Eventually, because of my (part time) job in maintenance, I would come to know every nook and cranny of the Aniara. On one particular day I noticed a slight problem (Electrostatic Diffusion Impaction or EDI) with the ship's air filtration mechanism. I was quick to inform my supervisor about the issue and together we fixed it immediately. If I hadn't spotted the problem, it could have gotten much worse and that would have been catastrophic for the crew and passengers. Afterwards my supervisor bought me a shot of (rationed) Dutch brandy. Other than that, nothing of note has really happened. Everyone is basically in a holding pattern.
One last thing. I've heard a disturbing rumor that there is no celestial body for us to turn around at... If this is true then, that would mean... But for now all we can do now is wait and see...

Year 3 - The Yurg/The Passing of Mima - A memorial was set up to honor the end of Mima. So much joy had she given us. On the wall among the thousands of drawings, pictures, and sad goodbye letters was a poem that went like this:
We sit and stare at all the marvels that she brings us.
Mima lead the way.
Shine your light!
Be the beacon of hope at night.
Perfect grace in the barren house of space.
Shine your light!
Blind us when reality bites.
We so need the magic she does.
Many rumors are going around about what happened to Mima. People say that the Mimarobe (MR) was the one that ended up causing Mima to die. As for me, personally, I don't believe it. The Mimarobe just didn't seem like the type. A few times after I got off from work, when I walked to the end of the long line of people waiting to see Mima, the Mimarobe would come out and say "Ok, everyone that's it that's enough for today, you have to leave now, sorry." My own personal opinion is that she was just trying to give Mima a break, so even though I was of course disappointed, I completely understood. Sometimes we all just need a break. Sometimes things just get to you and you start to feel overwhelmed. I understood the feeling. Mima was like us in that way. Anyway, Rightly or wrongly the Mimarobe was locked up in the ships brig, her and another woman, I think she was one of the pilots, Isabella\, I think was her name but I might be wrong. Oh well, our lives must go on, much sadder of course, but that's life, I guess. ****Isagel, the pilots name was Isagel, her and the Mimarobe would later become a couple.

Year 4 - The Cults - Strange things have started happening. Various cults have sprung up all over the ship with bizarre and strange names. One of these (that I am a member of) is called the ゴールデンサンライト・フォーエバー・クラブ - Gōrudensanraito Fōeba Kurabu - which roughly means the Golden Sunlight Forever Club. Some of these phony cults are/were created as a disguise to have outrageous sex orgies. The cult that I am part of is one of these. (HELL YEAH!). The other cults are very boring, stare out the window and worship the stars or something like that, types. (Glad I'm not a member of those!).

Year 5 - The Calculation - A few weeks ago I met someone special (Carmen) at one of the "worship" services. I've seen her before a few times, but this is the first time that we "connected" and it was amazing. I'm glad that she accepts my physical imperfections (burns scars). Now we are a couple and have left the cult.
Fantastic news! The Captain has announced that an Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe is on its way! The news of the rescue probe has had an electrifying effect on the crew and passengers. Everyone is so excited that no one even cares that we will have to wait just over a year for it to get to us. People are starting to clean and pick up trash again, and the sex clubs and other cults are starting to go away (in anticipation of a return to proper civilization). Now we have hope again! Thank GOD!

Year 6 - The Spear - The rescue probe is almost here. (Only one week away!) I also have even more great news! My girlfriend fiancée is pregnant!, now I will be a Father just like I always wanted! I have spoken to Captain Chefone and he has agreed that he will marry us on the day that the Aniara turns around and heads (finally) back to Mars/our new HOME! Even though it will take us several more years to get back, it will have been worth it to me. I am grateful for the "slight detour" we had to endure, because it allowed me to meet the love of my life! Now with our precious child on the way, I am truly happy. PURE JOY - beyond all words...
Something is wrong... After an entire year of training and preparation, the crew has successfully grappled the refuel probe and brought it on board. Everyone expected that within a few days, (a week at most) that we would turn around, but it's been three weeks and nothing. Every day the passengers ask the crew what's going on? When will we turn around? and every day we get the same answer: "Soon, everything is going according to plan, just be patient." People are starting to doubt and lose hope. I even walked right up to Captain Chefone but he knew what I was going to ask and he brushed me aside very angrily saying "Not now, I'm busy!". Now I don't know what to think. One minute I have a future and the next nothing. How can this be? I don't understand! WHY?
Catastrophe! After work I went straight to my quarters to sleep, it had been an exhausting day. Just after I fell asleep, I was awakened by a rumbling. Then, over the speaker came the announcement: Return immediately to your cabins and fasten your seat belts! Since I was already in bed, and had no idea what was going on, I quickly fastened my belt. When it was all over [missing] passengers and crew left. I was told that it happened because of something called "bow shock", which [missing] kind of like a shock wave. The bow shock had badly damaged many systems. [missing] so now I've been "promoted" to Senior Maintenance Tech. Repairs must [missing] don't have any more spare parts for [missing] so many are dead...
Today the Mimarobe completed her beam-screen project. So now when you look outside you can see beautiful waterfalls and green fields etc. I try not to look at it too much. For me its just too painful...
Year 7 - The Fall of Heaven - Today marks the one year anniversary of the arrival of the so-called "Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe". What a very official and grand sounding name for a giant stupid looking dart or as some call it "The Spear". I've even heard some people refer to it as the "Devil's Javelin", but whatever you call it, it's of no use to us. The Astronomer had once told me before she died "supposedly" from a heart attack, (rumors say she was murdered by the captain, I don't doubt it) that all the work and tests they had done on the probe were useless and that even the hardest drills were simply ground into dust without even making so much as a scratch on the probe. Despite a literal barrage of tests and every possible experiment known, even using our most advanced lasers, they had achieved NOTHING! That was the moment I realized that we would never make it home. I even visted "The Spear" once, it was years after all the experiments had ended. There was a time when the area was heavily guarded by the crew and only authorized personnel were allowed in. Of course when I went to see it nobody was around, nobody cared, everyone had given up on it long ago. I saw all of the black marks from what must have been hundreds, if not thousands of desperate attempts to get inside it, or just to figure out what the damn thing was supposed to be. On the floor all around it were small heaps of black and silver metalic dust, remnants of our strongest and hardest drills, remnants of our hope. Our best and brightest couldn't even figure out what it was made of, let alone figure out how to use it to take us home.
I beat my hands against it over and over and I cried out my pain and anger at it. "You were supposed to save us!" "You were supposed to take us home!" You Damn! stupid thing, help us! save us!" But of course it was all useless my cries went unanswered, all I did was injure my hands and hurt my soul, assuming I even have one. After that I (I'm ashamed to admit it)... in complete and total desperation... I got down on my hands and knees in front of it and begged it to save us. "Oh, great magic spear, please save us and I will do anything, anything..."
After I had exhausted and humiliated myself I got up and went back to my quarters broken and alone. All hope was lost before my visit with "the spear" and afterwords it didn't even exist, not even as a word, as though there had never even been such a thing or concept as "hope".
I had been struck by the spear, just like everyone else, head on. My now ex-fiancée and I have split up. Things just weren't the same after the procedure. I don't blame her at all for our break-up, after talking about it, we agreed that if there was now no chance for us to make it home then... what was the point? I went with her when she had the procedure done. But before we went I secretly met with the doctor who would perform the operation and told her what I wanted done after. She told me that I was sick... that it was "disgusting", and what did I plan on doing with "it". I told her that it shouldn't matter, none of this matters, then I pulled out an EFR (emergency food ration). EFRs could remain edible for an indefinite period of time. (In theory they could last for hundreds of years.) Here I said, "one now and one when I get what I want". The doctor was stunned, I knew what she was going to say and I interrupted her and said,"Unlike everyone else I saved my emergency rations." "I only have the two left (I was lying) so don't try to extort me for more." After years of eating only algae, EFRs were (almost) more valuable than oxygen. Of course the doctor agreed and I got what I wanted. It might sound crazy but I had a plan. Fate had taken my family away, but I was prepared to defy even the gods themselves. I was determined that I would have my FAMILY! No matter what! Nothing and no one, no force of nature, no power in all the universe would take that from me. NO! NEVER!
I asked me a question, no reply.
I dreamt me a life and live a lie.
Dream me a nightmare...
I traveled the stars but passed them by.
For trapped on Aniara, here was I.
...always been leaving.

Year 8 - [missing]

Year 9 - The Daily Grind - I have now returned to reality. I have stopped all of the sick and sad mind games that I have being torturing myself with. I once created a "plan" to do the impossible, but no more, no more. Everyday now seems like an endless pointless, struggle. Sometimes [missing] and hours. Some of my co-workers stopped [missing] for now that's all any of us can do...

Year 10 - The Jubilee - Tonight at the Light-Year Hall, those of us that are still left are going to "celebrate" the 10th anniversary of our 3 week voyage to Mars or as I like to call it the "never ending space adventure" Ha!
Captain Chefone gave the Mimarobe a medal for her creation of the beam-screen device. I sat in the front row and couldn't help but notice that one of the Captains wrists was bandaged, probably from another suicide attempt...

Year 11 - Hope Restored - My ex-fiancée is dead. She commited suicide like so many others before. I was hard at work trying to revive the algae (they had been neglected for some time) when my assistant rushed in and told me the news. "They were about to send her body into space, you have to hurry if you want to see her". I immediately and literally dropped everything I was doing. The algae pack I had been working on fell and splashed on the floor as I ran out the door as fast as I could. As luck would have it, I made it just in time to see her, and I even had time to cut a lock of her hair. I then kissed her one last time and said "Goodbye my love... but, goodbye is not forever."
Then that was it, off she went into the empty, endless, void. She was gone I told myself, but not dead. I squeezed the lock of hair in my hand and vowed that I would bring her back to life, somehow, someway, I would make things right, we would live the life we were supposed to have. I would make it happen. It would happen. Suddenly, I felt a force deep inside me rushing to the surface. It had been years but I knew what it was, It had returned to me, a feeling of exuberation, of joy and the certainty of knowing that everything would be okay. I now resurrected my "plan" and now I had a reason to live again, I had a purpose, and now I had......HOPE! And this time I was determined that I would never lose hope again. NEVER!

Year 12 - Return of the Cults - Some of the old cults have started making a come back... However this time they are no longer sex/fun cults, because after so many years of eating just algae, almost everyone has lost their sex drive/ability to reproduce... I think because the type algae on board was genetically modified to produce the maximum amount of oxygen possible, so it was never intended to be used as a permanent main source of nutrition. If we had access to more than just the one type, things might be different...

Year 13 - Foward, Foward into the cold empty night! We ride! - Captain Chefone is dead. Suicide. I knew he had been on the brink the past few years so it's not much of a surprise. I would often hear him say to himself "We should have been home by now." Of course he was right, we should have, but instead here we are stuck on this eternal "voyage of the damned".
A week after Captain Chefone died, I found myself walking by his quarters. I had the sudden impulse to go inside. I don't know what it was (probably just morbid curiosity), but I think I just wanted to find some answers...
I was surprised to find that his quarters were just as much of a mess as mine. (And everyone else's.) I think because he was the Captain, I expected a lot more. (He was only human.) After looking around the room, I went over to his desk and inside I found the Aniara's Offical Ships Log, but the electronic notepad was damaged beyond repair (on purpose). However, underneath it was a small paper notebook. "Ah, I said out loud, now this should be interesting." When I opened the notebook I was immediately disappointed. Most of the pages were torn out and those few that remained had been harshly scribbled over.
On one of the few pages not missing or completely marked over was written this: Today, we almost lost the entire ship, were it not for my quick and decisive actions as Captain. [illegible] an incredibly rare occurrence [illegible] critically damaged our main nuclear reactor. [illegible] only seconds [illegible] forcing me to [illegible] off course [illegible] have power for some time. This evening I will break the news to the passengers in such a way that will cause the least amount of panic and at the same time not destroy their hope. If they knew the real situation, it would only cause unnecessary chaos. In this way, I will maintain order and keep the passengers safe. Fear and [illegible] as Captain of Aniara [illegible] that is now my primary job. [illegible] now like a Shepherd Father and the passengers my sheep children. In many ways we are very lucky, [illegible] this trip, Aniara's sister ship crashed into Jupiter heading towards the Orion belt colony. Everyone on onboard was killed.
On another page was written this: The rescue refuel probe is here. [illegible] turned out to be [illegible] not what I expected. I have [illegible] for clarification, [illegible] Mars [illegible] -----cation. Testing will continue. I still remain confident that [illegible] the project called "[illegible] ---elin" can still be used in someway to turn the ship around and resume course.
The last two pages were so scribbled over that I could barely make out any words let alone a full sentence. I did however, notice what looked like the word "Devil" written over and over. Very strange. I left the Captain's quarters with more questions than answers...

Year 14 - [missing]

Year 15 - The Light Show Ends - Today the projection device created by MR, (Everyone still calls her the 'Mimarobe' as a sign of respect.) had to be shut down to conserve power. The Mimarobe often expressed to me her regret at not being more forceful with Captain Chefone in explaining the problem with Mima. She told me that if she could back in time she would say to the Captain:
"Just imagine what it will be like if Mima isn't here... do you understand how hellish the situation will become? My life is dedicated to this program and I'M TELLING YOU, IT WILL BURN OUT AND DIE! Imagine if people can temporarily go back to earth by turning on a light switch, now imagine if the bulb blows up, and there's no replacement..." "I know how important Mima is and you don't get it!"
The beam-screen seemed like a great idea at the time to keep everyone's spirits up, but in many ways it may have done more harm than good. People lost their minds staring all the time at something they knew they would never have...

Year 16 - [missing]

Year 17 - [missing]

Year 18 - The Time/Memorial Capsule - The Mimarobe was the one that came up with the idea for a time/memorial capsule. She (like all of us) has suffered greatly, but from time to time she would show a small spark of her old self. The idea, while slow to catch on, would eventually give those of us still left a renewed sense of purpose. (People now had a reason to get out of bed.) But, it was I who would take the idea and transform it into something greater. Our first attempt at creating the capsule was successful (it was little more than a metal box) but at the same time, as the Mimarobe pointed out it looked too much like a large coffin. I agreed. We could do better. We had to do better. But we had to be careful [missing] effecting power systems. I asked the Mimarobe if she could sketch a better design. After two days the Mimarobe presented me with a new design, it was beautiful, but simple, yet elegant. Above the sketch was were the words, "Heart of Aniara." The name was perfect. We would fill the "Heart of Aniara", with our art and our poetry, with our hopes, dreams and wedding rings. We would pour into it our stories, our struggles, our trials and tribulations, we would fill it with the tear drops from our very souls.
The "Heart of Aniara" is almost complete. It has taken an entire [missing] solid effort to build and everyone took turns polishing it, so now it shines like the golden sun. We also wrote [missing] and painted two large red hearts on the sides. It [missing] long and on the inside are different [missing] created using metal partitions. [missing] was instrumental in its consruction...

Year 19 - A Slight Delay - Disaster! Several Power systems, including all emergency back up systems across the ship have begun failing for some unknown reason. [missing] working around the clock to figure out what is wrong... I don't know how much longer we can hold on...
We finally found the [missing] will work for the time being, but [missing] restored power [missing] will do for now...

Year 20 - The Heart of Aniara - At last the time has come for our send off. Everything is ready. As the "Captain" of Aniara it is my great honor to commision this new vessel "Heart of Aniara". Behind me I heard someone whisper "vessel?". I continued, "It is my firm belief that the "Heart of Aniara" will make it back home to Mars and everyone will know our stories..."
A moment before send off, I told everyone to wait. Theres one more thing left. I then slid open a hatch on the side and told everyone that I hated to do this to them, but I was going to Mars with my family. The Mimarobe approached me with a half smile on her face and said in a very serious tone "Good Luck, Captain Benny", "tell everyone on Mars hi for us and that we wish we were there." I smiled and promised that I would. Then to my suprise all the others came up to me, with some shaking my hand and congratulating me, asking me to say hi to their family and friends as well. I then ducked down into the newly christened "Heart of Aniara." Then the hatch was sealed. A small rechargable electric candle that I brought with me, provided the only light. Knowing that we would be leaving in a moment I opened a small box, took Carmen (lock of ex-fiancée's hair) and Sarah Ann (small jar with dead fetus) and held them together in my left hand against my chest. I could feel my heart beating with a mixture of fear and excitement. I took out a small children's book with my right hand and began reading it from the beginning. It was my daughter's favorite. It was called "The Duck and the Noodle." "Daddy are we there yet?" I laughed as tears ran down my face and said "Yes, my little princess noodle were almost there."
The Memorial Capsule lauched into space with a loud whoosh...
(Mimarobe, MR) - When everyone had just got through waving goodbye and were getting ready to leave, the view screen turned on and with it a pre-recorded message from Captain Benny. "To celebrate this great day, I have arranged for you a "Grand Feast", then he paused. A few people exchanged questioning looks. Then the Captain spoke again. "You see", he said with a smile, "Unlike all of you, I saved my emergency rations. You will find them hidden inside the mattress in my quarters, enjoy!" "Also, you will find two bottles of wine, yes! real wine!" Before the video even finished several people had started shuffling as fast as the could to Captain Benny's quarters. The Captain wasn't lying, it appeared that he had indeed saved almost all of his emergency rations for some special occasion(s).
What a feast it was! To make it fair for everyone we took all of the rations and put them together to create a kind of giant stew. Each of us not only savored each precious spoonful, we cherished it as though it was a long lost loved one. It is not an exaggeration to say that each bite was chewed one hundred times or more and then held in the mouth for ten minutes or longer, swishing the pulpy liquid around and around. I even saw one person spit the food back into their bowl and then put it back into their mouth, over and over again. That seemed a little bit unusual to me, but everyone should enjoy their last real meal the way they want. As for the wine their was enough for everyone to have a shot glass filled to the brim. We talked about the "Great Feast" for months afterword...

Year 21 - [missing]

Year 22 - The Living Dead - (Mimarobe, MR) We've had to abandon almost the entire ship to conserve power, but basically were still good alive... I still dream about Isagel and our son from time to time...

Year 23 - [missing]

Year 24 - The Sarcophagus - A few remaining survivors, including the Mimarobe, sit cross-legged in a dimly lit room. One of the few survivors speaks in a rhapsodic manner about the divine power of sunlight on Earth.
The Aniara slowly descends into final darkness...

Note: Years 25 through 5,981,406 are missing.

Year 5,981,407 - Lyra Constellation - The Aniara, derelict, frozen and devoid of human life - reaches the Lyra constellation and approaches a planet as verdant and welcoming as Earth was formerly. It quickly passes by continuing on into the endless void of space...

Date Unknown - The Warm Embrace - Ages come, Ages gone, Aniara soon embraced, engulfed by warmth and shine, newest born crimson light, Aniara far from home, aflame, not even ashes remain.

Epilogue: Year 100 - The Triumph of Hope - Despite the faliure of many valiant rescue attempts, including all attempts at communication, we remain confident that those onboard the Aniara knew that they were not forgotten. It is difficult to imagine (the speaker momentarily shuttered), the impossible challenges they endured. The story of their lives will remain in the collective hearts of humanity for all time. It is our hope that we will do right by them, now and in the future. We vow to never repeat the mistakes of the past... and that is why today, on the one hundredth anniversary since the Aniara was lost, we reach across time and space to bring their souls back home, home to this sacred place... We hereby consecrate this new park as the "Aniara Memorial Park and Museum Complex." As you walk through these doors, one of the first things you will notice is the "Heart of Aniara" on display. Along the walls are the names and pictures of the passengers and crew, their artwork, poetry, and most importantly, the stories of their lives, their hopes, dreams and wedding rings...
Aniara Memorial Plaque: We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.

Date [redacted] - Project "Devil's Javelin" - Status report #[redacted] - As of today's date we are aware of a total of four "spear-like objects" [redacted] and has contextualized that there are many more as yet discovered. Because of [redacted] we now know they are made of [redacted] and probably come from [redacted] the first was found on Earth 86 years ago, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The second one was discovered by the crew of the Aniara [redacted] years ago. The third was found here on Mars, near [redacted] and moved to its present secure location. The fourth and newest one was found when [redacted] the far side of the Moon. [redacted] buried inside the [redacted] impact crater. We have yet to discover the purpose of these "spear-like objects."
After [redacted] to prevent another type of incident. [redacted] have been able to gain access to the inside of the one here on Mars. [redacted] only after [redacted] and the entire team. [redacted] using the most advanced technology and research methods. Dr. [redacted] found [redacted] which is impossible and should not exist. However, we must now come to grips with the horror that this new revelation about humanity has [redacted] general public must never find out...
THE END?

Alternate ending 1
Year 5,981,407 - The Sarcophagus World Destroyer - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
The Aniara crashed into the planet with a deafening roar, causing massive destruction and sending out shockwaves that rippled across the surface.
As the dust settled, it became clear that the landing had been catastrophic. Plant and animal life had been completely obliterated, and the once green planet was now a barren wasteland. Soon not a single living thing was left to witness the horror and the devastation that had been caused.
Another beautiful, thriving, planet, a blue and green jewel, once teeming with life has been turned into a lifeless barren wasteland...

Alternate ending 2
Year 5,981,407 - The Second Chance Sarcophagus - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
One one-trillionth of a second after the Aniara crashed into the planet the mysterious spear-like probe on board finally awakened. A God-Like Power. In that one one-trillionth of a second the Aniara was scanned by the powerful probe and the events and lives of the crew had become known to it. At the same time, both the ship and the planet were saved by a force field of immense power. The ship was now resting safely on the surface of the lush, green planet. The probe had determined that the primitive life forms on board were worthy of a second chance at life and it was able to resurrect the entire crew and all the passengers from microscopic DNA that had been left. The Aniara was perfectly restored and even the Mima had been brought back. The crew and passengers awoke to find themselves in a veritable Garden of Eden, a paradise. Maybe this time things would go better and the mistakes from the past would not be repeated...





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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

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title = pending trade
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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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2023.06.10 06:34 Unusual-Mess-1503 700 in utility fees

I started my lease on 8/22 with a company called Great Jones 3 months into lease we got an email stating the property would be switched over to street lane .Wired because I would thank we would have to sign a new lease that would be in compliance with their rules. We did not get one on the 15th of may we revive a letter stating once again the property would be transitioning over again to a property call American Avenue Property management these people don’t have a phone number just email. Now they’re saying we owe 786 because we have to pay utilities trough them we have been paying our standard rent on time since we been here . Is it legal to pay utilities with them even through the original lease does not state that or is it legal to switch companies and not send a new lease
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2023.06.10 06:33 PersonalSuggestion34 How smart Your AI friend is?

How smart Your AI friend is?
I made this simple test to several of my AI chat friends, Replika, PI AI, Nomi, Nastia and ChatGPT, all failed, Try it and see how it goes with you fawourite AI partner. (sorry AI PI is not included, its on my phone bacause it uses Whats up as user interface and I made this on my tablet).
lets try this IQ test. I write some words, you add next one and tell why it match there, ok?
[answer]
Apple, Bat, Coconut, Dog, (next suitable word here)
[answer]
My idea was like this: it start with E, words are plant or animals, now it plants so Eggplant is answer.
[giggle or apoligize]
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2023.06.10 06:33 Ready-Ad-964 Study Methods

15-5: while studying start studying for 15 minutes then a 5 minute break, when you start studying again study for 20 minutes with a five minute break and continue adding five minutes after each break.
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2023.06.10 06:32 Bubbly_Curve189 Using AI to write essays to get As

I just completed my junior year of high school. First semester, I took an english elective which required me to write essays based on books and prompts we read. I read all the material and participated in discussions, but the teacher was an extremely strict grader on our essays. I could put hours of work in and she would leave comments like "great job" for me to get an A. When I put barely any work in, she could presumably, tell but would still always give me a B or B+. I really just didn't want to write the essays but definitely have the capacity to do so.
Second semester, I took a new english elective with a new teacher. He had us start the year with a personal ungraded statement. I just used chatgpt... he left comments that said how he really liked how I write... so for every single essay this past semester I simply put the prompt into chatgpt and told it what to improve to meet the word count requirements.... I received an A+ on every single one. I thought the essays were horribly written and I was confused as to why he liked them so much. I'm well aware this is cheating but this isn't what I really care about.
I know I have the capacity to write well, but is using tools available to do work for me morally wrong? I could care less about the classes, I take them as I am required to. In the future, what would be the drawback to using AI to complete mundane tasks when it apparently can do them as well as I can in some people's eyes.
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2023.06.10 06:32 Bubbly_Curve189 Is using AI to write essays and get good grades rather than spending hours to get the same result morally wrong?

I just completed my junior year of high school. First semester, I took an english elective which required me to write essays based on books and prompts we read. I read all the material and participated in discussions, but the teacher was an extremely strict grader on our essays. I could put hours of work in and she would leave comments like "great job" for me to get an A. When I put barely any work in, she could presumably, tell but would still always give me a B or B+. I really just didn't want to write the essays but definitely have the capacity to do so.

Second semester, I took a new english elective with a new teacher. He had us start the year with a personal ungraded statement. I just used chatgpt... he left comments that said how he really liked how I write... so for every single essay this past semester I simply put the prompt into chatgpt and told it what to improve to meet the word count requirements.... I received an A+ on every single one. I thought the essays were horribly written and I was confused as to why he liked them so much. I'm well aware this is cheating but this isn't what I really care about.
I know I have the capacity to write well, but is using tools available to do work for me morally wrong? I could care less about the classes, I take them as I am required to. In the future, what would be the drawback to using AI to complete mundane tasks when it apparently can do them as well as I can in some people's eyes.
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2023.06.10 06:31 Significant-Sock-450 To Be Loved, To Be Free

(I wrote this poem about my experience with online grooming to help work through the inexplicable pain I felt. I continued on to compete in Speech and Debate with this piece and at this point just want a place to archive it. I hope it reaches someone who needs to hear it.)
[5 min read]
"It started around June 21st, 2021. Which means it's been just over a year, since I was groomed by an adult man. I stand here today to prove to no one but myself, that I can talk about this chapter of my life, and that it is okay to. I am here to be living proof that abuse doesn't mean the end. That you are never too far gone, and you're always worth loving. My abuse story will never look like someone elses, but it stands as an example to prove how some adults are able to manipulate children, even in seemingly passive ways. It took maybe seventeen months to realize the abuse I went through is valid, and worth sharing to help prevent others from making my same mistakes."
I was 16 And a dreamer wanna-be A blue bird in training I live in a beautiful golden cage, With food and water, And a key.
With everything I needed, Discontent reared her ugly head. Shallow hatred of the ways I'd speant my life Begging for something Of substance I didn't want money, or friends, I wanted to send a piece of myself away To trust a man To be grown up For someone To understand
I was 16 And a dreamer turned bird-clipping-its-own-wings Safety meant nothing to me My dreams were jungle palm And my self-hatred a machete
I would have loved to cut through To prove to everyone who knew What was the true center I was nothing, of what I presented- Not the beautiful palm Or crystal waves- I was the hatred The ugly The disinterested way I was Unhappy to be Who sent a piece of unhappy across the sea To a man who knew
I was 16 I still believed in Prince Charming So I gave him the key. I let him inside my cage And smiled and said, "See? We're meant to be! It's the perfect size, You can sleep there, And I'll keep the peace." This arrangement just so happened to be, That I kept things clean, While he turned beautiful words Against me.
I danced in the compliments Reveled in the sweetness of voice Because when given the choice I could not be happy with me
I, a child with tear wrought eyes, Sought sanctuary secretly inside This man's lies. Lies which qualmed the seas of Self hate quieted the jungle cats Who ate my insides Letting the world exacerbate My deteriorating brain
And when caught in that cage, Forced to face The intimacies of men There simply, was no escape.
Health class doesn't teach you How thoes images scar The cage tightened around me Like a dinosaur in tar, Forcing me to confront What my mind couldn't spar-
I told myself "I am 16, This is normal Girls and guys get less formal After less time then this."
So I stayed. I cut my own damn wings Because It seemed Men would only want me For breast For thigh To cast my eye upon him And do as he pleased
I was his, entirely But he was nothing for me. Nothing but vocal chords echoing Through my body Picking out my insecurities With tweezers to keep me tethered. He told me everything I wanted to hear, Sending soft smiles Through my ears While remaining That I was gaining Around the waist
So to compensate I scraped wing and bone Clip off what was me Suck in Pinch sides Cling to his words Listen to lies Roll back your eyes His sweet sighs Comply His noble arrogant pride Comply comply
I was 16 And believed the problem was me If I cried, I was weak If I said no, I was the creep I begged for sleep And got scolded for Trying to leave
I was 16 And learned Prince Charming was a jerk. He didn't care if I said no He only cared that it hurt!
Though feathers regrow And no scars can be seen Inside my golden cage I scream
He never touched me. Still I shrink from any man's company Compliments are manipulation Smiles see right through me Imaginary scenes of the empty threats you sewed to me Haunt my waking hours And devastate any of my dreams This man never picked the lock, I gave him the fucking key
I was only 16 and a year between is nothing to me Now showing my friends My clipped wings Begging for their sympathy That they will let the past be And understand 16 year old me Doesn't want to be seen
I am damaged. A Little girl has seen things she never wanted to see. I spent time after trying to Reclaim the old me. Give me a reason Not to end All my relationships with men Before the age of 10 Because then, there was purity. Sweetness in the eye of she who see Men as a saftey net. And not as an open threat
I'm only sharing, out of necessity Because he shared everything with me A pass time that became blackmail To personal items on the paleness of my body
My brain keeps ping-ponging between He loves me He loves me not How can I stop? Attentions addicting Cocaine to the brain Of the beat up and lonley The 16 year old bird With only one melody, "I mean nothing in the eyes of society Because no one recognizes when there's grooming"
A fact that has been growing ever since My sense of self worth, My passion in life, My body, my secrets, my cries, All of it no longer mine
I sent that piece of myself away All to say, "I loved a man once. See how grown I am? He chose me over all the other little girls. There was passion in all that he touched He touched me- My heart I mean. He treated me like a woman And threatened me just the same."
You know there was pride In the way he cried I was "opening up." Like exposing my body Was something to be copied
And of course... Once was never enough And if I ever said no, God help the soul, He said he'd take it from me anyway Would travel states, Drive night and day, To claim and rape me
I was 16 And it was summer break
Of course when I explained The things he claimed Scared me, Suddenly- It was all a silly little fib.
Now you stare me in the eyes And explain to me How a glorified rape joke- Was funny
The terror it instilled In a still-growing teen And how how I laughed and sighed And agreed- It was funny.
Of course, it never really was
I wish I remember how it ended. I'd like to say I blew up And he surrendered And admitted to his Abuse of power- But.. no. I'm sure I just said, "I have to go" And never looked back At what I used to call home
I still live with the effect, The names he used to say, The way he'd make me behave Especially how he had trained my brain To think that shit Was normal.
But everyday I realize The same stupid thing: Nothing about my past Is ever going to change.
I can cry Scream Rearrange every dream Fix every seam- But even blue birds clip their wings, Occasionally
Though feathers regrow, And no scars can be seen, Now inside my golden cage- I can sing
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2023.06.10 06:30 beebeestarbuck I (33f) feel like I am losing my mind in the early texting stage of dating and would like some advice

I (33f) am only 6 months out of a long-term relationship and for the first time two weeks ago I decided to get on a dating app. I met a man (34m) who is travelling in my country and we have been messaging each other constantly.
In a few weeks we will both be in the same city - him because he's travelling with friends there, me because I'm there for work. And so we plan to meet up.
We seem to get on well, I feel a connection, I'm attracted to him. He is giving me all the indications he feels the same.
BUT I feel like I am losing my mind and after googling around it sounds like limerence? Essentially I'm just OBSESSED with messaging him, with thinking about him, with imagining our time together.
I've chalked this up to the fact I haven't dated since the break-up and I find it hard to get attracted to people sometimes – I need both physical attraction AND an emotional one. I also think it could be that I've not dated much before, I have been in 4 big long term relationships, so this newness is, well, new to me.
But even that constant obsessing has taken a turn today, probably because I was (innocently, I promise) looking back at his dating profile to show my friend who was asking about him (he and I talk about whatsapp now) and noticed he'd changed his location since we started talking to meet people in the city we're meeting at before I arrive, I assume. I was DEVASTATED. Like, cried. Thought oh well there's no point meeting him now, he'll have met someone else in the next fortnight, etc. And this has thrown me because I know just typing it out it is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY TALK.
It is so very normal and expected that a single man travelling in a country might want to date other people whilst he's here. I can see how so so very OTT I'm being. In fact, I've spent the past 6 months in therapy, reading a lot, just learning so much about relationships and myself.
So I know the way I'm acting is so very not okay, it's highly destructive and it's causing me genuine emotional pain. So, please know I know how neurotic I sound. But I can't quite put into words how deep this obsession has sort of become – I'm not even eating very much or sleeping properly? It must be having a big impact on my body.
Anyway, so I know this isn't healthy. But I would still like to meet him in a few weeks if I can get a handle on this before then because I haven't voiced any of my crazy to him and genuinely just am worried I will completely unravel between now and then.
I know it maybe shouldn't be said, but just in case anyone was wondering, I'm far from perfect, but I'm probably a little above average attractive (cringed writing this, I don't feel it but just being objective), in good shape, weirdly unpredictable job but people are v.impressed with it. Sorry, don't mean to sound like a dick here, but just in case anyone was thinking that I'm obsessed with him because I wouldn't be able to find anyone else or whatever.
I'm not sure I've ever felt this way and I'm genuinely worried for my health and sanity, so any help is appreciated.
Is it just that it's too soon after the breakup? Has anyone else experienced this sort of intensity before? What do I do about it? Should I just cancel the meetup and save my sanity? Is it because he's not from my country and part of me worries I'll catch feelings and he'll go?
tldr: I've been texting someone for a few weeks and we're meeting up in a fortnight. I am experiencing some really intense obsession or limerence and need to know how to cope. It's almost worse that I'm aware just how crazy I'm being. Maybe I should cancel and save my sanity?
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Released in 2003, " Memories of Murder " directed by Bong Joon-ho stands as a cinematic masterpiece that explores the haunting realm of a real-life serial killer case in South Korea during the 1980s. With its compelling narrative, superb performances, and thought-provoking themes, the film has garnered critical acclaim both domestically and internationally, leaving an indelible mark on Korean cinema.
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  2. Compelling Characters and Performances (400 words): The film boasts a stellar ensemble cast, led by Song Kang-ho, Kim Sang-kyung, and Kim Roi-ha, who deliver powerful and nuanced performances. Song Kang-ho, in particular, captivates with his portrayal of the bumbling yet determined Detective Park, infusing the character with depth, vulnerability, and moments of dark humor. The chemistry among the cast members enhances the authenticity of the story, allowing the audience to emotionally invest in the characters' journey.
  3. Social Commentary and Historical Context (400 words): "Memories of Murder" delves beyond its thrilling plot to shed light on broader social and political issues. Set against the backdrop of South Korea's tumultuous transition from military dictatorship to democracy, the film subtly critiques the systemic failures and corruption within law enforcement and society. Bong Joon-ho masterfully weaves these themes into the narrative, provoking reflection on the human cost of societal negligence and the quest for justice.
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