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[awakeandalive2012]

May: The Month of Memories

As the month of May wraps up and we hit the halfway mark on 2022, this year especially marks significant anniversaries for a multitude of events that has occurred in my life. I look back on these experiences and shed a smile, knowing that I have accomplished so much in my life thus far. I have many milestones to celebrate this month and I want to share them with you all. For those that were a part of my life during any of these times, THANK YOU. There are too many to list here, but I would not have gotten to this point without you <3

15 Years Since My Bat Mitzvah

On May 5th, 2007, I was called up to our synagogue's bimah and now identified as a Jewish adult within my community. I was only in seventh grade at the time, attending my local Catholic school in the area, but that didn't stop some of my classmates and teachers to come and support me as I read from the Torah. My Jewish identity has wavered since my bat mitzvah, but every time I feel doubt or become stuck in a situation, I am always grateful to have my faith to turn to. I am ever grateful to my amazing mentor, Rhona (pictured here with my parents and I) who sat with me and helped me learn all of the prayers and my reading. Without her guidance, I would have been inevitably stuck and not have performed as well. Of course, it didn't hurt that I also had a party to celebrate my transition into adulthood. My teachers and friends from school were in attendance and it was a night to remember. Even today, I rely on my faith in the darkest of times and it has helped me through some of the most difficult moments of my life. This ceremony was the catalyst to truly discovering my faith and connecting with my ancestors/those of the same faith.

10 Years Since I Graduated High School

On May 24th 2012, I graduated high school and received my diploma. I was among a class consisting of about 46 other students, and every time I share this fact to other people, they go "Wow! That's so small". Since I walked on our local synagogue's bimah for my graduation (Jewish college prep boarding school) I have become a completely different individual, almost unrecognizable. I fell into a nostalgia hole the other day with my assorted collection of photo albums and couldn't help but grin. One of my most cherished memories that was captured was our final performance of "Into the Woods", our spring musical that year. As I took the stage the final time, I remember closing my eyes as I stood backstage and imagined "I wish I could be doing this for the rest of my life, and I wish that I would hold onto this forever". But alas, we must move on to greener pastures. During my time at AHA, I accomplished so much and proved myself, going above and beyond expectations. I enhanced my faith and learned so much valuable knowledge, both inside and outside of the classroom. By the time graduation came, I grew exponentially and made some life long friends along the way. We are about to have our mini 10 year reunion via Zoom and I am looking forward to seeing everyone again.

6 Years Since I Graduated College

On May 7th 2016, I graduated James Madison University Cum Laude with my BA in Media Arts & Design and double minor in Theatre and Film Studies. In the months and weeks leading up to this moment, I remember having those scary thoughts in my head screaming at me "what are you going to do with your life", and now that I look back from that point to now, it was not what I was expecting at all. I can honestly say that I had gone through some of my darkest and challenging days while going to college. But from that darkness, I rose like a phoenix from the ashes. I graduated Cum Laude, which I worked extremely hard to get that accomplishment. Even as I type this blog today, my major in college does not define my true path that I am on today. From that, I learn it's okay not to truly know what you want in life. You have an entire lifetime to figure things out and explore what you want. It's a big world out there with many opportunities; having that college degree did help me land some amazing and life changing opportunities in LA and VA. I would not change anything.

10 Years Since I Published My Novel

Around the same time that I got my high school diploma, I celebrated the publication of my first novel, "The Golden Protector". I started this book all the way back in my freshman year of high school. I remember, before attending AHA where I would graduate, I went to public school for a year. During my history class there, I became inspired to tell an important story; my grandfather's story. As a Holocaust survivor, it would be challenging to tell this type of story in a way that would captivate attention while also appropriately telling my grandfather's story to the world. I believe that with this novel, I accomplished both. I have always believed and embraced the power of the written word. It has become a vital tool in my life to spread messages of hope and love, as well as tell an inspiring story in anything I write. Since my publication, I have not stopped writing. It has become a deep-rooted passion and throughout my school and professional work, I have only enhanced my skills. I have at least 3 drafts of novels and screenplays on the back burner, so who knows? Maybe in time, I will publish them as well for you all to read.

1 Year Wedding Anniversary

On May 22nd, 2021, I married my best friend and my person. As per tradition, I took a piece of our wedding cake from the freezer and savored each bite again. Each sweet spoonful brought me back to our wedding day, which left a small smile adorning my face. The whole day was a blur to be completely honest, but I remember the little things: the smile when Caleb saw me in my dress for the first time, my father as we danced to "Sunrise, Sunset", our wedding vows as we were surrounded by close family and friends overlooking the beautiful lake, and the awesome jams as I got ready with my bridesmaids. The list goes on and on. But it was truly the best day of my life and we officially began our lives together as husband and wife.

These memories will live with me for the rest of my life, and as I reflect and look back to what has happened in my life, I smile with joy. I have overcome hardships. I have succeeded. I have explored. I have and been inspired. I have discovered. I have found happiness and love. This is only the beginning of something greater for me, but come what may, I am forever grateful of what my life has given me and who I am because of these experiences.

[tomisakura2]

After a week ff7 ..... I can't get it out of my head .... 1 night no sleep = 20 pages a ca.1500 words .......🙈🙈

Naked....

(X/Y) closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm water running over her skin. Sighing slightly, she put her head back into her neck and let the warm water run over her face. Her arms went up as if she wanted to reach for the water running from the shower head but it ran past her fingertips. Her mind drifted away from the warmth of the water and the smell of her shower oil. The beautiful thing about taking a shower so early in the morning is that nobody is annoyed and you have enough warm water. She's been here in Edge City for 3 months now and with Tifa in the bar in 7th heaven and it's also owned by a Cloud Strife with an 'administration centre' Strife courier service. Well (X/Y) hadn't met this Cloud Strife yet but everybody tells a lot about him especially Marlene and Denzel are mega fans ...... But working in the bar was fun especially with Tifa, it was a heaven, a heaven in Edge it was a good job, sometimes hard but eventful ........

While the thoughts wander off at the same time....

When Cloud arrived it was almost sunrise, everything hurt him, the last mission was a tough one. And now, hot showers and into bed Cloud thought. As he slowly and quietly entered the bar, everything looked exactly the same as before his departure and it smelled the same, everything lay there quietly, maybe it was because everyone was sleeping peacefully, a small smile flitted across Cloud's face, he had been on the road for almost 4 months ... oh Gaia it was good to be back here, at home! Quietly he went upstairs to his room, listened to everything again quietly. Yes they are sleeping, but now quick 》 shower 《 he thought, quickly he slipped into his room. He put his sword in the corner and licked the holder/ his leather gloves opened the straps for his shoulder armour his cloak and took off his black top, then his boots, socks and pents, finally his boxer until he was naked. His clothes were now scattered all over the floor which didn't really interest him because his body was longing for a hot shower. He opened, the door listened again silently, a towel he could take freshly from the shelf. Tifa had stored them on a shelf in the bathroom for emergencies, and so he walked down the hallway followed by quiet steps that went over the wooden floor towards the bathroom ……

At the same time... ...

(X/Y) was done with showering the beautiful thing in the very early, really early morning was just showering without anyone bothering or annoying her because she showers so long. Smiling she got out, put a towel around her naked body, her wet hair lay over her right shoulder slightly twisted. She went to the bathroom door and at the same moment she opens it, she stands.......OMG!

... (X/Y) looked into beautiful sky blue balls with light green around the black iris .......... His Mako eyes stared into (e / c) balls, in the same second slid…

.. her towel to the floor in terror, and she stands naked as he stands before her. Cloud stood stiff in the doorway. (X/Y) couldn't stop your face from turning bright red.

Cloud's face was redder than a tomato when he stared at you. His eyes captured your naked body as he looked at you from top to bottom. His golden brows tightened and he licked his lips lightly. (X/Y) felt like time had stopped. Cloud's blue eyes glowed as he saw your body shaped perfectly, they looked up at Cloud's face and discovered a faint pink on his cheeks and his prickly blond hair looked like it had been blown away by the wind...

He must have just come back. Cloud couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off your body. They both looked at each other in surprise, though his face remained as unemotional as ever.

After a few minutes she closed her eyes, grabbed Cloud's wrist, before he could say anything, she pulled him slightly. He now slightly confused, lost his balance in a short moment, but he caught himself shaking his head again and his blond hair swayed gently back and forth and in a quick twisting motion she changed places with him. And now (X/Y) stark naked body stood in the hallway and in a split second the door was closed. Her head lay against the door and only now did she realize that she had held her breath. Her face was burning, the blush was still on your face. OMG Gaia what are you doing to me ... This is exactly how I always wanted my morning to be.she sarcastically embarrassed with a soft squeak ... Her face was still burning into a dark red. OMG OMG whispers (X/Y)》 Holy shit I'm screwed. …《

On the other side of the door...

By Gaia, who are you?

Cloud bent over and pressed his forehead gently against the door and heard you marble. His eyes were closed, for your figure had burned into his iris. Ghostly absent, he ran his hands through his blond spiky hair, his pulse racing and his heart racing. He had the feeling his heart had stopped, no has stopped. It jumped from his chest into yours, his thoughts turned to your sweet voice on the other side of the door ... with trembling breaths he turned around and leaned his back against the cold door. He carefully put his head back against the wood so that he could hear your voice marble again......... His thoughts racing miles per second 》I'm Cloud, Cloud Strife, Soldier/ Ex Soldier《!He tried to formulate but not a word came out ... ... ... Still with a delicate rose on his cheeks but grinning slightly like a honey pie horse, ......... fire red hair hanging wet over your right shoulder, the (e/c) eyes almost like his only without the slight green of the Mako and yet it had something of it, as clear as a starry night no more like Holy yes your eyes had the colouring of Holy, so beautiful before the stars rise, your face was as red as a tomato, as matching the hair, so adorably sweet. Delicate pale skin like his without blemish he would have loved to put his hands around your tender, narrow parts and pull you to him, so that your shapely ball could be against his firm chest, and he could pull his lips over your collarbone up to your neck to the intoxicating scent. Oh, Gaia! your scent!...he drew in with a deep breath. The warm shower scent of you in his nose and lungs intoxicated him. Ooo Gaia! you were pure aphrodisiac. As he heard footsteps and the marble grew quieter, Cloud pushed himself away from the door and walked towards the shower, still intoxicated by the sweetness of your appearance, he shook his head and moved his blond hair. You were too sweet, just sugar and the figure was breathtaking whatever you did. You took his breath away......

He let out another moan and turned on the water. But the thoughts from your naked body didn't let him....

A strange feeling surrounded his fingertips and his member felt...》 shit《 he moaned ... He wanted to move his hips and push his member into your femininity, he wanted to feel you ......

》Oohh at Gaia you are perverted Cloud Strife but what does she do with you fuck. ….《

He looked up with pleasure and pain.

Cloud gasped for breath and clenched his teeth as he grabbed the sight of you again and started to massage himself, his bounces going slowly, it felt good.

Cloud slowly gasped with pleasure as he enjoyed every sensation.

Cloud grabbed the wall with one hand as he lost himself in the sensation and the sweetness of desire and pleasure.

He groaned and groaned, Cloud went faster and stronger into it and continued hard. He became louder and more irregular well that water muffled the loud ones he made. His tail twitched with pleasure in his hand. With glassy eyes he saw you, your face erotic and warped with pleasure, rosy cheeks, eyes closed, your plush red lips slightly open, the head slightly tilted backwards into your neck. Cloud licked his lips, he leads on to your femininity 》 ......aah... aaahg !....shit!!..... oohh fuck !....《 he's panting loudly in your ear, your femininity was perfect.... and the lips, those sweet fluffy lips his name was moaning ...... he looked up at you and fucked you in these...《 fuck aha....aaahhh... 《 shower screen. He gave a loud sigh, clenched his teeth as he felt good and went over the edge... His blond hair hung wet on his face as he opened his eyes and his ejaculate disappeared into the depths of the drain. Cloud still had his head against the cool tile wall as he came down from his high ceiling breathing heavily. The now cold water was still flowing over his heated body and his thoughts were still wandering?.......

picture source "sam Osorio"

#ff7 #cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #strife x reader #ff7 smut

[amuseoffyre]

October Prompts - 7th

Prompt - Silence

The envelope hadn’t come with the morning post, but Aziraphale definitely hadn’t seen anyone deliver it. There was nothing written on it but his name in a very practised copperplate hand. Not Ezra Fell or any of his human aliases. His own name.

He turned it over curiously. Good quality envelope and sealed with a smudge of something that looked suspiciously like candlewax. He sniffed it. Beeswax candles at that. Pretty useless for sealing things, as a rule.

He slipped one finger under the fold of the envelope, lifting it open and withdrawing the folded piece of paper.

At once, his expression brightened. Crowley! So the darling little rascal wasn’t as adverse to words as he always claimed. And an invitation too…

It was only a few lines but by the bottom, the elegant copperplate had turned into little more than chicken scratchings. A street name and number and – Aziraphale had to admit his heart gave a peculiar little flutter – a drink to celebrate the angel’s new home.

Oh, at last!

He had watched Crowley flit from place to place, taking refuge in churches, synagogues, mosques and temples, never finding anywhere that was his alone. He had tried to gently encourage him to at least try putting down roots, to stop exhausting himself by his incessant dashing about, but there was something in the angel that always seemed ready to run at a moment’s notice.

On the date and time on the invitation, he picked out one of the finest bottles he had in his collection and hailed a cab to take him east.

As they neared, he frowned, staring around.

There was something awfully familiar about the streets, but it wasn’t until they pulled up at the address that he realised exactly where the angel had invited him to.

He climbed out of the cab, staring up at the restored tower of a church he had reduced to rubble with a deftly-placed German bomb. The place where his eight-decade long estrangement from his angel had ended. The night Crowley had saved his books.

The creak of a gate drew his attention. Crowley leaned self-consciously against the wrought iron rails, and gave him a little wave. “You found it all right, then?”

“I– yes.” Aziraphale looked from the angel to the church. “This– you said it was your new home? Here?”

A blush spread across Crowley’s cheeks and he shrugged. “I can be a bit sentimental too,” he said, pulling the gate wide open. “Do… d’you want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”

“Of course!” He beamed.

It didn’t matter that it was a damned church. If need be, he could stand in the doorway and look in. If it was what the angel wanted, he was more than happy to do so.

Crowley’s face lit up and he beckoned him in. Unsurprisingly, Crowley’s dove-grey Bentley was parked at the far end of the yard, though much of the ground looked as if it had been churned up by dozens of feet in recent days.

“I didn’t realise it was still standing,” Aziraphale said, following the angel towards the doors of the building.

“Not much of it was,” Crowley said, glancing back, “but I was passing a couple of years ago and it – I couldn’t just leave it to be torn down. He paused at the doors – one of them was painted bright bottle green, the other only half-finished. “Now, don’t laugh, all right?”

Azirahale clutched his heart in feigned shock. “Would I?”

Crowley wrinkled his nose. “Loudly and frequently.” He pushed the doors open and stepped inside into a small, snug vestibule. Stairs led off to the right and vanished up into the tower, and to the left, a paint-stained pair of overalls were hanging on a peg. “Coming?”

Gingerly, Aziraphale stepped across the threshold, then stopped short. “Oh!”

One side of Crowley’s mouth twitched up. “It’s not a church anymore,” he said. “D’you really think I’d invite you somewhere consecrated?” He wandered into the hall, calling back, “Why would I want to live somewhere you couldn’t visit?”

For the first time in many a year, Aziraphale was lost for words.

He hugged his bottle of wine to his breast and followed the angel into the former church. It was like a flicker of a moving picture, Crowley standing at the far end, looking back at him, as he had been that night.

But it was all different now.

The pews were gone, cleared away, and only the beautifully-restored shell remained. The ceiling arched upwards, curving like the inner prow of an old Viking longship, hung with lamps. The walls were all repainted in soft shades of cream and yellow, and beams of afternoon sun cut through the crenelated windows, bisecting strips of light and shadow on the pale stone floor. A few tables were arranged near the walls and at the far end of the building, there appeared to be a small raised dais where the altar once stood.

No furniture, though, he noticed.

Crowley was waiting by the stage, a nervous, but proud look on his face. “I have an event happening here tomorrow night,” he said.

“An event?” Aziraphale found echoing easier than gathering his own scattered words.

“Mm.” The angel nodded, turning and looking around. “I mean, I still have some work to do, but it’s for a charity ball and I thought it would be a nice way to give it back to the people. I’ve even got a band coming in and we’re…”

Oh Lord. Of course he would do that, the silly, loving darling.

Aziraphale smiled helplessly as the angel excitedly pointed out where he would be putting additional flourishes, and the lighting plans he had and oh, would it be too much to put a fancy carpet outside? Maybe? Probably not. Special occasion and all that.

“Well?” Crowley said finally, pink-cheeked and wide-eyed. “What do you think?”

“I think,” Aziraphale said, unable to keep himself from chuckling, “that I’m not surprised. So it’ll be a what? A social club? An event venue?”

Crowley shrugged, hugging himself happily. “Both? All! Whatever they need it for, they can hire it and use it and whatever.” He was positively glowing and Aziraphale had a feeling that anyone who came into the proximity of the hall would pick up on it.

“And when it’s not being used, you’ll live here?” Aziraphale inquired. “I must admit I do like the fact you’ve chosen to settle in London.”

Crowley ducked his head with a bashful smile. “Actually, not just when it’s not being used.”

To Aziraphale’s utter astonishment, Crowley caught him by the hand and pulled him through a small door that opened at the back of the church, beside the stage. It led out into the grounds, closer to the Bentley, and there was another building. It was a round, one-storey building with a high pointed roof and windows interspersed along the wall.

A chapter house, Aziraphale wanted to say, but all his brain could focus on was the sensation of warm angelic fingers squeezing his, tugging him onwards.

Crowley’s pace quickened the closer they got to the building, almost as if he feared he might stop if he slowed down. Perhaps he would have, had his mind had the chance to raise a hand in inquiry, but as it was, he trotted along rapidly, hauling a speechless demon with him.

The chapter house door was open and as soon as he crossed the threshold, the angel dropped Aziraphale’s hand to clasp his own. He gave Aziraphale a quick, nervous smile. “S’my house,” he said. “I’m going to live here.”

It would be absurd, Aziraphale thought, for a demon to get weepy at an angel saying such a simple thing. Truly absurd, for a creature from Hell. “Oh, my dear…” He began and then ended, because, if it was absurd for a demon to get weepy, it was certainly ridiculous for their voice to break with emotion.

“S’not much yet,” Crowley added, clearly relieved to have gotten the big reveal out the way.

It certainly wasn’t, not by Aziraphale’s comfortable standards, but it had a couch big enough for an angel to lie on and a small table in front of it. He spotted a few potted plants tucked in the south-facing window nooks and some small shelves were in the process of being filled with small trinkets and ornaments.

He approached, gazing down at them. Several them were wonderfully – anciently – familiar. “You kept that silly brooch I gave you,” he said, touching the very pin, stolen from Elizabeth I’s own costume, because it’s honey-brown colour so perfectly matched the angel’s eyes.

Crowley shifted from foot to foot. “I don’t get many presents,” he said, but there was a hint of mischief in his voice as he added, “Especially not presents nicked off a Queen.”

Aziraphale widened his eyes, but not at all in guilt. “Oh, my dear, you weren’t meant to know about that!”

Crowley’s small smile broke into a warmer grin. “It was a guess!” He spun on his heel, digging around in a crate behind the door and emerged a moment later, with a triumphant, “Aha!” He held up two wine glasses, still half-wrapped in protective tissue. “We need to toast!”

Aziraphale chuckled. “You didn’t wait long for that.”

“Waited long enough for a house-warming,” Crowley responded cheekily, shaking the paper loose and setting the cups down on the table. He beckoned his hand demandingly. “Wine!”

The demon obligingly popped the cork out of the bottle and handed it over. It was a rather nice red, rich and fruity, and Crowley made a sound of approval as he poured. When he set down the bottle, he snatched up both the glasses and held one out to Aziraphale.

“What shall we toast to?” Aziraphale asked, letting his fingertips ghost against the angel’s as he took the glass.

Crowley ducked his head again, the smile warm and happy. “To a home?” he suggested.

“To a home,” Aziraphale agreed, lifting his glass.

The angel sipped his wine, then said quietly, “Aziraphale.”

“Yes, my dear?”

Honey-brown eyes met his. “Thank you.”

Not for the first time this evening, Aziraphale was wrong-footed. “Whatever for?”

When the angel smiled at him, every thought vanished from Aziraphale’s mind. “For helping me to find it.”

And rather than risk an embarrassingly weepy incident, Aziraphale could only smile and raise his glass again in silence.

#fic: inverse omens #october prompts #good omens fic #reverse omens #angel crowley #demon aziraphale

[prorevenge]

My former employer was stiffing me on money. While trying to get what he owed me, I kinda sorta ruined his marriage and probably his whole life.

OK, I don't know that this actually counts as "revenge", because I was honestly just trying to get money I was owed. I wasn't trying to drop a nuclear bomb on the guy's life in the process. That's what ended up happening, though. And I was told that my redditor brothers and sisters here might like this story, so here it is.

Some years back I ended up doing work for this guy I'll call Dick. It was just a side job for extra money, not my career or anything. Dick had a small business, it's boring, I won't get into any of that. Before me he had one other employee so I made two. Just two employees, that's how small a business it was.

The thing was, Dick ran his business like shit. I didn't know the specifics of his financial situation but based on where he lived, the car he drove, etc., he was doing pretty well. Maybe it was inheritance or whatever, I didn't know. But his situation clearly wasn't due to this business, which again, he ran like shit.

In fact, he ran the business like such utter shit that after about six months after I started doing work for him, the business wasn't making money anymore. So instead of regular payments like usual, the other employee and I had to start asking where our money was before it showed up. Then the payments started getting more and more behind. Eventually I was owed around $500.

Then one day the other employee tells me "I'm done. He owes me like 5 grand and I'm not going to keep working for nothing." I was like whoa shit, because I had no idea he was owed that much. The trouble with pay clearly went back farther than I knew.

So Dick ended up coming to me and said "Look, I owe the other guy money and I need to pay him. Do you mind if I get him all paid up, which means I gotta hold off on your pay for a month or two. But once he's paid off I swear I'll make it all up to you." Because I'm a fucking idiot, and because I felt bad about the first employee who was a good dude, I said fine go ahead.

So I didn't get paid at all for a while, which upped my total owed to about $1500. Then eventually I heard from the other employee and he told me Dick finally paid him everything he was owed. Great, I thought, now it's my turn.

LOL.

A few weeks after I heard the other employee was paid up (which I only ever heard from him, never from Dick) Dick told me he was closing the business. Which didn't shock me at all, surely it had been losing money for quite a while. I go "OK, so where's my money?" and I told him exactly how much he owed me. I got back "uh... well... the thing is... I can't pay you now, but...".

This went on for a YEAR. I looked into what my steps were legally but I'd have had to file something in small claims court and it's only $1500, and having to get a lawyer would probably eat up most of it. So I just kept bugging Dick about the money. I was like "Hey, pay me $25 month, I don't care." But he wouldn't even do that. He told me about how he's gotta go through all this stuff to dissolve the business and everything, and he'll pay me he as soon as he can, and overall he just avoided taking any responsibility.

At one point he said something about how people were currently suing him (big shock) and he'd get me in contact with his lawyers if I wanted so my debt could be added in or something. I said "Fine, give me their names/numbers." He never did.

Eventually I realized that nothing was ever going to come of this and I was just gonna be out the money I was owed. But while I'd been doing the work for him, I had e-mailed back and forth with his wife maybe a dozen times. To this day I've never met his wife, never even spoken with her. Just communicated through e-mail and text.

But she seemed really nice and she'd told me something like "Dick won't tell you this, but he doesn't really know what he's doing with this business and I know you've been a big help." So I just got the idea that, you know what, this next e-mail I send Dick about trying to get my money, I'm gonna include his wife on it too. So she knows how much he sucks.

I heard back from her almost right away and she was like "I'm so sorry about this, please keep me posted on what happens." Then suddenly, magically, Dick started talking about working out a payment schedule. He started sending me $100 every month and the debt got down to $1000. I figured his wife must have got on his ass about it and I laughed to myself about how whipped ol' Dick was.

But then the money stopped coming again. The excuses started coming again. One day he told me that he was just going through a hard time financially right now, which I knew was bullshit. He still had the nice car, the nice house, etc. But it's not like I had a printout of his bank records I could call him out on.

On that exact same day he told me that though, I was watching the local pro team's baseball game later that night and who did I see but Dick. In great seats no less, 2nd row right down in front, just off to the right. Every time they zoomed in on a right handed batter, you could clearly see him. And this was in September in the midst of a playoff race so those tickets were not cheap. It's no Perry Mason moment, but the thought of replying to his "I'm having financial trouble" e-mail with a picture of him in those seats and me being like "Yeah, I can see that pffft" gave me a raging justice boner.

So I was looking for a good image of him to use, but every time I paused the video his face got somewhat out of focus. It was clearly him if you watched the video but I needed a still image that was also clearly him. Then in the 7th inning a foul ball got caught about two rows behind him and they zoomed in on that area of the crowd. And there was Dick clear as day, sitting with his wife. I'm thinking aha, I got you now muthafucka.

The next morning I replied to his prior message by sending that screen capture to him. I figured even if I didn't get my money, at least I had that one sweet moment of satisfaction of busting him there.

Then almost at the last second I decided to send it to his wife too, just so she knew what was going on and how the money had stopped again. And remembering how quickly Dick's tune had changed that first time I'd included her, I even thought that maybe her being in the picture would make her light an even hotter fire under his ass this time.

So I sent it but I didn't hear anything back from either of them. Two, three days went by and nothing. Then I heard from the other employee I'd worked with. He goes "You hear about Dick?" I said no, what? "His wife kicked him out and filed for divorce." I'm like ho-ley fuck, no way. "Yeah, apparently she caught him cheating on her."

I thought "Huh, I wonder how... hmm. HMM. You know what would be crazy? What if that wasn't his wife in that picture... and I sent her that picture... and... LOL, no. No way. He was probably talking about the divorce when he mentioned having financial trouble. That would make sense. The divorce was already in the works before the picture. Yeah. There's literally no chance whatsoever that I inadvertently told his wife he was cheating on her. LOL, I mean, come on. Right?"

Nope, that was literally what had happened. The woman at the game with him? Not his wife. Apparently his wife knew the woman though, and knew that Dick had lied about where he was that night and who he was with. And a shit storm of epic proportions quickly followed.

I ended up e-mailing her not long after and being like "Um, hello there, I've been hearing some things and I can't help thinking that picture I sent might have been part of this?" And she said she'd been meaning to contact me, she thanked me, said she'd wanted out of the marriage anyway, and said she might need me as a witness. I didn't know what for, are divorces like trials?

But anyway, she paid me the $1000 he owed me, plus another $500 on top. I don't know if she thought he still owed me $1500 or if she purposely gave me extra. And I didn't have to be a witness for anything, which was good.

Also, Dick's nice car and nice house and all? His wife was the one with the money. Meaning that he no longer has it. They got divorced and he moved away and I have no idea what became of him.

Honestly, considering everything that happened, I feel kinda bad for him. But then I remember there's no reason he couldn't have just paid me. Seriously, why not just pay? He had the money. I just chalk it up to Dick having a lot of negative karma coming his way and I played a part in it catching up with him.

TL;DR: I sent my deadbeat ex-boss (and his wife) a picture of himself in great seats at a sports game to disprove his claim that he had financial problems and that's why he couldn't pay me. He was with a woman who was not his wife. His wife went APE, son.

(source) story by (/u/BartolosSweatSocks)

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MAZ Section 2, Chapter 1; Awake in a Strange Place

Ugh. That was an epic, albeit disturbing, dream. It felt so real. I nearly feel dizzy, can almost sense abrasions on my skin. Actually, there are. I shoot up out of bed, not my bed, this isn’t my bed. Why isn’t this my bed? Rolling up my black pyjama pants, which I don’t remember putting on, or even buying, I see scratches and gashes up my right leg. Shit, that was real? It wasn’t a dream? Oh, damn, so I must be in hospital. I’m in hospital, of course. Somewhere between Rivertown and Halls Gap. I could be anywhere, that’s a long way. This doesn’t quite look like a hospital. Or not what I expected, at least. Never having been inside an actual hospital, this is strange. As if waking up somewhere I didn’t go to sleep isn’t strange enough. White walls, gold floor, trim and door. Aren’t hospitals supposed to white? Or, like, light blue? The harsh white light blinds me. My clothes have been changed. Do I feel violated? I don’t know because isn’t that part of the nursing/doctoring job? I suppose it would be hard to save someone’s life with torn up clothing in the way. It could very well still be Tuesday 7th, the day we were on our way to Halls Gap for the school camp. Or it could be Wednesday, or Thursday, or Friday. There’s no way of telling for sure how long I’ve been out. My head’s confused. Should I be freaking out? Or should I feel safe, gratified, that someone came along and took us to hospital? Oh I hope Ruby’s alright. She must be somewhere close by. My feet make no noise on the cold and polished floor. There is no lock or handle on the door, so I push against it gently. It doesn’t want to open so easily, so use a bit more force. Nope, nothing. I shove my whole body into it, and still, it doesn’t budge. Maybe it’s a pull door, not push? I try that, but I can’t understand how one is supposed to open this damn door. Perhaps we aren’t. Not from the inside. Could it possibly be that only the doctors can open them? Maybe they have a key card or some sort of fancy techy lock on the outside. Is it voice activated? “Open.” I command of it. “Unlock.” Still won’t move. “Open sesame? Alohomora?” Okay, I’m really getting nervous now. Scared, even. “Hello? Is someone there? I’m awake now and I can’t open the door? Could I please get some help? Anyone?” I’m stuck. I look around for another exit, or something else that could help me get out. I don’t know what to look for, but even if I did, even if I had any idea, I wouldn’t succeed. There’s nothing here, apart from the bed. The bed that isn’t mine. Where am I? Where could I be? It’s spacious enough in here, I suppose, but I’m trapped. I’m not claustrophobic, but I’m scared out of my mind. How long have I been here? How long will I be here? Will someone come get me? My breathing turns rough, my chest tightens. It’s so quiet and that scares me further. I guess there’s nothing to do but sit down in a corner and endure through this approaching anxiety attack. I can’t organise my thoughts; ‘I don’t want to be here’, ‘Why am I here?’, ‘Where are the others are they okay?’, ‘What’s going to happen to us?’, ‘What’s going to happen to me?’ My mind is turning too fast for me to follow, so I try to concentrate on doing breathing exercises. Meditating, 5 seconds inhaling through the nose, 5 seconds exhaling through the mouth. In, out. In, out. Out through the nose, in through the mouth. Wait. No, that’s not right. Damn, who knew breathing was so hard? I finally calm down enough to be reasonable with myself. I reinforce the idea that I’m safe, and that I’ll be home soon. A hear sudden noises, and instead of my heart leaping out of my chest, it feels like it just went back into my spine. A deep voice talking outside, a few pairs of feet stomping, growing fainter as they walk away. The wall starts to whirr and hiss, and makes all sorts of sounds. A door-sized whole dissolves in front of my eyes. A short man in an oversized speckled gold coat appears in the way. He enters, trailed by a taller, more threatening-seeming man who brings with him a cart full of miscellaneous objects. The short man keeps walking towards me while the tall one takes his place against the wall. The short man is smiling warmly, inciting hope in me. Up close I can see an embellishment on his jacket, a bizarre pattern with the lets M, A, Z over the top of it. I wonder what MAZ is. Maybe it’s his initials? “Good morning, my dear Emoni McLaris.” He knows my name! Ok how does he know my name? Oh, duh, he’s a doctor, hospitals know this stuff. He sees me stiffen and he chuckles softly. “Oh, darling, don’t worry. I’m a doctor, of sorts. Of course I know your name.” Just as I thought. Nothing to fear. “My name is Doctor Haycinth.” So, not his initials, then. “And I’m sorry to say that, yesterday you and your classmates suffered a car crash. Well, a car crashed into your bus.” “I’d hoped it was a dream.” I admit. Haycinth shakes his head. “Sorry, no. it was the real deal. I’m the head of this here sanatorium you find yourself in. When my team found you and your class, they contacted me and I immediately came to the rescue.” His face falls further. “This may be upsetting, but I must inform you that, unfortunately, some of your classmates have died.” Ruby? Oh my gosh no not Ruby, I couldn’t live without her. “Some had passed before I even arrived on the scene. Two actually departed along the journey here. Terrible stuff. My condolences.” “Ruby?” I utter. “Ruby? Ruby Newell? Is she okay? Is she alive? Is she alright?” Nodding his head, he says ‘yes’. Maybe I can try to breathe again. “May I explain some further things to you?” “Go ahead.” He sits down with me on the floor. “I’m not your typical suburban doctor, you see. I founded a great society many years ago, it has since blossomed to reach its full potential, in the form of this establishment we stand in. The Medical Alteration Zone, or ‘MAZ’, specialises in experimental methods that the government deems unsuitable for mainstream use.” MAZ. That sounds ambiguously familiar. “But, please don’t be threatened by what we do. We also function as any other normal hospital would. Take yourself, for example. A bus crash. We aren’t solely focused on silly little science experiments.” He laughs, encouraging me to laugh with him, so I don’t feel endangered. I do laugh, but I do still feel scared. “Can I see my friends?” I venture. “Certainly, although not yet. Most are still recovering, you see. It was a traumatic experience.” He sounds quite upset. “Oh, yeah, of course,” I understand. “I assumed you’ve called my parents?” He juts his head on an angle and says “Yes. It was an upsetting phone call, but their glad you’re ok and they’re on their way to come collect you and take you home. I’m sorry about your school trip.” So everything’s great! I’ll be reunited with my family soon enough, and when Ruby’s better we can go shopping like we used to, everything will be back to normal. “It’s okay, I didn’t really wanna come anyway. So was anything wrong with me? I mean I saw the scrapes on my legs, but did you have to operate?” Haycinth perks up. “Fortunately not, Miss McLaris. But we did run a few standard tests etcetera, and you’re mostly fine and healthy. Other than the shock.” “I must tell you something that you won’t believe, but I swear it’s true. You’ll probably think I’m lying because of how,” he laughs shortly, “outlandish this will sound to you.” Is he gonna tell me that I’m pregnant? “You have a brother. Lowen Stanis” Aha, good one. “He’d be 23 now. 15 years ago, in 2022, your happy little family of four took the scenic route to your grandparent’s farm, I believe. But your car collided with another.” No, that’s just a sullen scene I invented in my head… “Luckily, you all survived. However, 8-year-old Lowen moseyed away from the scene. Three days later, this precious child chanced upon our property, and we took him in. Adopted him. Of course, we told your parents he had been kidnapped. Convinced them to change their name and move. They did just that, McLaris.” This is bullshit. “This is bullshit.” I say. “We began testing him when he turned 10. We’re ruthless scientific investigators, but we’re not horrible people; we would never hurt a child.” I still don’t believe him. “Sure, it’s still bullshit, though. I’m an only child. I think I would know if I had a brother.” “Ah, but you don’t. Do you what repressed memories are, Miss McLaris?” Haycinth asks condescendingly. He doesn’t let me answer. “They are memories that have been unconsciously locked due to the memory being associated with a high level of stress or trauma. Can you tell me of a traumatic incident you’ve been through?” “Stepping in gum.” I spit venomously. “When you were in the baby booster seat in the back of the car when you crashed and your brother went missing, I would expect. You blocked all previous memories at that moment.” …that makes sense. I learned about memories in Psychology class, and what he says does ring true to it. But, my parents would’ve said something, surely…? Haycinth presses some buttons on a remote and the wall in front of me, the same wall that materialised a doorway, turns into a screen. A photo of a laughing baby. “This-“ “Ooh! Ooh! Let me guess! Is it my fake brother?” “Indeed, Miss McLaris. Lowen Stanis, 4 months old.” Like a slideshow, it switches to another image. An older boy, about 5. A few more pictures of the same age, then “This photo was taken the morning of your car crash. Isn’t he handsome? Oh, and there’s you.” Unexplainably, it is me. And the car we’re standing in front of with…my mother. That’s my mother. And it truly looks authentic. But no way, I don’t have a brother, never did. How did they get this photo? I’ve never seen anything like it. “Photos can easily be edited.” The snapshot morphs into another, the same boy. “We took these when we found him.” This picture blends into one of a dashing teen. “16 years old, here.” Haycinth narrates, as if I can’t see for myself. “This next one,” the screen changes, “is my personal favourite. How he was at 18, just around the time he built up a certain…immunity. His body resisted our sturdiest chemicals.” “Lowen developed…abilities. Ones we had never seen before. None of our other subjects had ever shocked us like this. We were stumped. Still are, a bit. Since he ran away when he was about your age, we have made advancements in finding a cure. He is sick, Emoni. And we need you to help us help him.” The screen changes once more; “This is what we believe him to look like now, at 23 years old his features should be mostly the same. We cannot find out boy, Emoni. Will you assist in returning him to us? To his home?” “Even if he did exist I wouldn’t help you.” I spit venomously. “Would you like some food? I’m sure you starving by now.” His noiseless companion takes a gold platter out of the cart, brings it over to me and reveals a meal like I’ve never before seen. Two big chunks of steaming meat that I struggle to identify, atop potato slices and an eccentric salad. Something drizzling down the meat; sauce. He hands me a black knife and fork wrapped in a black serviette. What a peculiar colour scheme they have going on here. I am famished. Ravenously I snatch up the cutlery and take the plate, sitting it down in front of my crossed legs on the floor. Just before I dig in, I hesitate. What if they’ve put some sort of experimental drug in it? Are they experimenting on me? Doctor Haycinth bends down, takes the fork from my hand, and peels of a portion of meat, exposing the soft and tender sinews. He takes the mouthful and returns the fork to me. “It’s safe. We don’t want to hurt you.” Awesome, I can eat it. Who cares for table manners when there isn’t a table? “Will you help us to help him?” Haycinth begs. I get back to my meal, making a start on the potato. It tastes…artificial. This has taken an unexpected turn. And so have I. They did drug me. The potatoes have left me paralysed from the neck down. Unable to move, I fall sideways onto the cold hard ground that I was admiring only a few moments ago. “What’s happening? What are you doing to me?” I manage to vocalise. “I can’t move.” “Hmm yes.” He nods to his mate, who picks me up and lays me down on the bed. Haycinth holds his palm to a panel in the wall next to the bed, which opens up and closes around his wrist. It must be an ID scanner or something of the like. More whirring and stirring and a section of the floor moves out of the way of a rising containment. The Silent Man lifts me again and roughly walks me to it. Laying me down in it, Haycinth removes his hand from the wall to come and restrain me, which seems excessive considering I CAN’T MOVE TO DEFEND MYSELF. He and the Silent Man continue to buckle me down. “We were trying to make super-soldiers. But, that obviously didn’t turn out how we expected. And neither did Lowen. We consider him to be an anomaly. Actually, a few of the staff have taken to the nickname; ‘The Anomaly’.” Haycinth laughs. Hahaha, so funny. “Will you tell us the whereabouts of his location?” (I think that ‘whereabouts’ and ‘location’ mean the same thing?) I stare blankly ahead, trying not to try. “Hmm? No? Well that’s alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have changed your mind by then. In the meantime, my friend will stay here to comfort you.” Haycinth makes his leave. The Silent Man picks up shiny metal piece that worries me. He laughs sadistically as he brings it to my face to show my source of torture to me. He makes his first cut, slow and excruciating on my shoulder. He then slides it down, slicing open the skin of my arm. I try my best not to scream.

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