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The End is Only the Beginning (part two)

Swing after swing the class yelled louder.

It started out as English, but quickly declined into a language so foul I couldn’t understand it.

It was painful at first. I started going numb once the cleaver started hitting bone.

My blood was all over the floor, and the room was going dark. Before I died I opened what little was left of my mouth I screamed.

I screamed so loudly the building shook. I screamed so loud windows broke. I screamed so loud everyone else faded away until I was alone.

Lying on my back, dying in the empty classroom.

My vision started going white.

I braced myself for what came next

…

Highschool has been rough for me.

My life is completely different from everyone else’s in my school. Everyone near me always feels a mill..

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The End is Only the Beginning (part 1)

Highschool has been rough for me.

My life is completely different from everyone else’s in my school. Everyone near me always feels a million miles away.

Everyone else lives on a block with all their friends. I live in a apartment complex with old people as far as the eye could see.

Everyone else learned how to ride a bike and throw a ball when they were 6. To this day, I can’t do either.

Everyone else has tons of friends while I’m alone.

I shut everyone out. I stay silent all day and always sit at the back row. As you can imagine, that marks me. I constantly hear: “Hey Daniel. Why so psychotic?” “What’s wrong with you?” “Emo Freak!” “Are you special?” “Norman Bates!” and even “Horizontally for attention, longways for results right?”

Everyday is the same, and everyday is painful to the point where they aren’t days anymore, they’re cycles of suffering...and the end of each cycle is just the beginning of the next.

It was a typical Monday: wake up, get dressed, brush my teeth, go back to sleep, wake up-the sequel, put headphones in, leave house, and get to school at around 7:45.

1st period: Math

Everyone was talking before I walked in, but the moment my foot was in the door everyone went quiet. Typical.

I started walking towards my seat when some dumbass says,

“You gonna shoot up the school aren’t ya, Jeffrey Dahmer?”

I kept my head down and kept walking to my desk.

What makes it even worse is that I sit behind the ringleader named James. He is loud, he slaps people, because he thinks it’s funny. He constantly pulls this girl’s hair, and the only things he brings to class is a joint and a condom (don’t know why he needs a condom in Spanish class, but I digress).

Today, he was talking about how he beat up Christy.

“You should of seen it dude! I completely annihilated him,” he said in his douchebag voice. “Mr. George! Do you have him in one of your classes?”

“Yes, James, I have her in one of my classes,” Mr. George says without looking up.

“You mean HE. That is a man!” James started shouting. “I see him going to the girls’ bathroom and I’m all like..”

“Shut Up!” I said sharply.

I didn’t mean to say it, it just came out.

For that my teacher choose to look up. “Do you need to see the counselor?” Even the teacher was convinced that I was liable to kill someone at any given moment.

I slouched into my seat. “I’ll be okay sir.”

“Why don’t you sit away from him today?” Mr. George suggested, I nodded silently.

I was sat at a table away from all the desks and got ready to enjoy a peaceful 45 minutes. Tragically, it was cut short when Mr. George got up and said, “I have to go get more copies of the worksheet, I’ll be right back.”

The moment the door closed behind him, James stood up and looked at me. “You think you can say whatever the hell you want to me?”

“James don’t.” I muttered.

His friend Brian cut me off, “Shut up fucker.”

“You’re getting it this time, Psycho,” said Kate, some girl that followed James around.

I closed my eyes, “Don’t do this.”

James slammed his hand on my desk, “Shut Up! You’re worthless.”

He reached in his bag and pulled out a cleaver.

My pupils dilated.

“WHAT THE HELL JA-!”

I was cut off by Clark, someone who I thought was the nicest guy in the world.

“Shut up maggot!”

He grabbed one of my arms while Charlotte, the closest thing to a friend I have, grabbed the other. They had turned on me, too. I can’t blame him. I am a psycho.

The class burst into murmuring.

“Let me take the first swing.”

“I want his blood on my hands.”

I tried to fight them off, but they were too strong. I’m worthless.

James shushed everyone.

“I’m gonna start carving this waste of breath.”

He raised the cleaver, I closed my eyes.

“Mr. Robinson!” Mr. George was standing in the doorway.

He continued “What did we talk about?”

James sighed “You always get to slaughter the pigs.”

“Exactly, hand me that cleaver.”

Mr. George took the cleaver and the class started shouting viciously. I had it coming. I’m a maggot.

“Oh Danny. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I was really worried you’d kill yourself before I had the chance. I’m gonna take my time with you. Do you have any last words?”

I whispered “I’m worthless”

“You choose wisely.” He raised the cleaver above his head and swung down.

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My Guardian Angel

“Just sign it!” He slid the paper over to me “Your life will be so much better”

I turned to my left and stared at the blood red walls and then at the floor “I don’t know, I think I better think this over first”

The man adjusting his tie and pulled down the brim of his bowler hat “Everyone thinks that before they join The Company. Let me list the benefits again 100,000 dollars a month, 59,000 dollar bonus every time you…”

I zoned out, taking a moment to process how I ended up here. I was checking my voicemail last month when I realized….wait no it really started when I was 11 years old. My mother was violently ill and I was in the stage of a crisis where you pray to anyone or anything that will listen. You don’t start your prayers with “Dear God” you start with “Dear whatever is available at the moment”. I was in her room at the hospital when a guy in a suit and bowling hat walked in and said he could help.

The only response I could muster was a broken “What?”

“Trust me” he said

He walked over to my mom, put his hand on her, and walked away.

She made a full recovery the next day.

I remembered that day as the day I met my guardian angel. After 10 painful, sleepless months of being in and out of that dreadfully blue hospital room, I rejoiced at my mother being brought back to me.

How is that related to this interview? Well a few months back, I came home from my 23rd job interview that week (for those of you who have never been unemployed for 4 months:I wouldn’t recommend it unless you like ketchup and ramen for dinner). I checked my voicemail, and I heard a familiar voice that I couldn’t quite place telling me about an opening at “The Company”. After the voicemail ended I finally recognized the voice, my guardian angel had come to rescue me once more.

I realized that I hadn’t been paying attention for what felt like 900 years, I quickly tuned back into the conversation. He was finishing a long pointless story.

“...40,052 dollars in expenses, but ultimately it was worth it. Listen to me ramble, so here’s the pen, we can get you started on monday, and your briefing will be…”

I cut him off “Actually I have an entry level job lined up that's more related to the field I’m interested in and better suited for people just out of college. I’ll probably regret this later, but I’m gonna have to say no” I got out of my chair and turned to leave.

“That’s not really your decision to make” His voice cut the air like a knife .

I turned to face him “What?”

“The thing is..” he took the hat off, revealing his horns to the light “You owe us a debt”

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What the Viewers Want

I was alone the majority of my life. My parents died when I was seven, and I was stuck in the foster care system. I changed houses every few months till I could emancipate myself and get a shitty apartment that I could barely afford. I had no friendly coworkers at the grocery store, I never had a girlfriend, and my social life was totally nonexistent; that’s when the only people who had ever really been nice to me--my last foster parents--called me.

They called me on my birthday and gave me the best gift I had ever received. They bought me a smartphone and added me to their family plan for the time being. I was quick to download all the social media essentials: Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, Reddit, etc.

At first, I didn’t use it that much, but one day, something awesome happened at work. A guy wasn’t paying attention while walking straight towards a “Caution: Wet Floor” sign. I pulled out my phone and started recording, just in case something happened. He slipped, fell, and the sign hit him in the crotch.

I got 500,000 likes and 1,000 followers the day I put it up.

I was so happy! I wasn’t alone anymore.

I wanted more followers. The next day I nudged a customer into another employee who I knew had a bad temper. Two sentences later, they started fighting. I recorded until one of them was on the ground, badly bruised.

1 million likes, and I now had 10,000 followers.

Next week, I tripped a guy and he fell into the egg cartons. Yolk and shells all over his face.

3 million likes and 50,000 followers.

I needed more followers. I tied a thin, almost invisible, rope to the shelf at the end of the aisle; it was a good thing there were no cameras. I started recording. When the time was right, I pulled the shelf over and watched people scream and run as the shelves fell like dominos.

9 million likes and 100,000 followers

As a milestone video, I volunteered to help the manager lock up. The last employee left, and I started recording. Right when his back was turned, I shoved him on the ground, pinned him, and started to beat his face in.

He struggled hard and asked me, “Why? Why!?”

“It’s what the viewers want: that’s why!”

Right as he stopped struggling, and his face became a soft mushy red mass, I knew this was going to be my greatest yet.

10 million likes, 200,000 followers.

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My Soulmate

I sit on a bench with a book. I look up, only for a moment, and see her. Her hair is a beautiful shade of brown, like chestnuts roasting in Christmas, her blue eyes like a cool breeze on a summer day... and then she smiled. That smile could have melted straight through a glacier; I saw it, and I knew we were meant to be. I watched her turn and run as she gestured at me to come closer. I ran to follow her, but she very quickly ascended a tree. As I was about to follow, the branch she was holding on to broke, and she fell, landing on her back. I ran to her and picked her up.

I knew then that she would always be with me, and I would always be with her. I would keep her from harm. I brought her home. I held her close as we watched TV. That night I tucked her in, and I went to pick up some things from her one-bedroom apartment and grab her a few gifts (including a very special makeup). We stayed home the rest of the week; I was madly in love. I called in sick to work every day for her. She had a spell on me. We laughed, we shared intimate moments, we had romantic dinners, and we made love. People thought it was wrong because we were different, but we were made for each other. I helped her put on her new makeup every morning. It felt like 200,000 years went by, and I was fired, but it was fine. She convinced me I didn’t need anyone else in this world. One day, I told her I wanted her to meet my parents. They were excited to meet her. We spent hours making sure we were ready. I put on my nicest clothes, and she had the perfect outfit. We drove there, and I helped her out of the car and walked to the front door. I knocked on the door. My mother opened the door with a smile on her face. She turned look at my beauty, and the smile disappeared from her face. Her eyes widen and she screamed. She flinched away from me. My father approached to see what was wrong.

When he saw her, he looked at me and yelled “What’s wrong with you?!”

“We’re in love!” I yelled. He slammed the door in my face.

What was so wrong? Could the world not get past their prejudice to see love? Ours was more pure than any other on earth. Just because we were different from other couples didn’t make us bad people. I turned to face my dearest when I realized that my parents didn’t freak out because we were a different kind of couple. I had simply forgotten to apply formaldehyde the day before, and decay was setting in.

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Wish I had Studied

“Anyone know the answer?”

I sat at my desk in silent fear hoping he wouldn’t notice me.

The teacher approached my desk “Mark?”

“t-t-200,000?” I stuttered

“That is extremely incorrect. You need to try harder” the teacher returned to the front of the class

“The correct answer is 700. It takes 700 pounds of pressure to kill the average human. So when torturing someone you should stop at 500 pounds in case they’re less durable. Since Mark can’t bother to study, I will use him for my demonstration”

I wish I had just studied

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We Have Birds!

When I was in college, there was this long stretch of highway that only had a few billboards, an old fast food restaurant, and this strange store that stuck out like a sore thumb. It had bright colors and tropical decals all over it. It was a little beaten up, but any store in the middle of nowhere. The star-shaped sign that stood at least twenty feet over the store read: “Edward’s Emporium: We Have Birds!” Under that, in a smaller font, appeared the phrase, “Over 200.000 birds for your choosing.” I always thought it was an odd place to put a bird store, but I never questioned it. Apparently, the store was only ever visited by people from out of town, as well as the truck that showed up once a month to deliver new birds. From what I’d heard, the guy who ran the place was pretty nice. He always wore a suit, held the door open for everyone, and was friendly to literally everyone.

My junior year, my girlfriend broke up with me, and I was heartbroken. I was driving on that highway, saw the sign, and thought “Why not?” I pulled into the gravel parking lot. As I walked through the front door, I looked over the entire room. There were the same psychedelic tropical decals all over the walls. Something was a bit off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was trying to put together was wrong when he entered from behind the counter.

“Welcome!” he bellowed in a thick accent. I didn’t realize he was British.

“Hi, you must be Edward,” I replied.

“The very same! So, why do you want a bird this fine day?” he said.

“Oh, I’m just a little lonely because…” I paused for a moment and realized what was off-putting about his store.

“Where are the birds?” I asked.

“I prefer to keep them in the back. We get a lot of lonely men here,” said Edward.

“So how do I pick one?”

“Well, what are you looking for?” he asked.

“Do you have red birds?” Robins were common where I grew up, and I figured it’d be nice to have something homely.

“I have one that was just shipped. Would you like to see it or purchase up front?”

I really didn’t want to be here.

“I’ll just buy that one,” I said. “How much?”

“$500,” he said, too nonchalant for me.

“500?! That’s too expensive,” I retorted.

“You know what? You’re a first time customer, so this one’s on the house,” he said.

“Great, thanks” I said, this guy was really excited to sell birds

He walked into the back. Time went by then I heard a scream, a cry for help, and then muffled yelling. My heart sank, as I remembered that in Britain, bird has a slang meaning.

“This one’s a little feisty!” he said, as he dragged the poor woman out of the backroom and threw her on the counter.

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But what if you’re wearing crocs?

thats just some tea, yall  ☕ ☕ ☕

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The Story of the Worst Sunday

I have a story of the world’s worst Sunday and I’d be willing to tell it, provided I get 5 notes, and trust me it’s a good story

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Little preview...

So figured while I’m writing the second part a little preview would be fine. It’s just a little bit from the first paragraph. Enjoy or don’t, your choice:

“I am not that strong, stop faking” replied The Animal King in his deep french accent(it was common for carnies to blackmail performers by lying about wounds, our entire culture was based on deception)

“Faking!?” the carny removed the rag from his head to reveal what appeared to be a serious gash

“The costume is strong. What do you want from me?” said The Animal King

“I want you to remember that it's just a show, everyone knows it’s all fake anyway ” said the carny. Talk like that is what kept him from becoming anything more than an extra set of hands around here

“Well if I didn’t hit you that hard then it wouldn’t have been boring and fake” stated The Animal King

“We both know that only twenty three members of the audience were clapping anyway” the carny said with a grin, The Animal King went to hit him and I quickly interjected before the situation got too ugly.

-SSM

So there’s the little preview. More is coming soon promise. Godspeed and Good Luck

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It’s been about a month

Hello anyone who is actually trying to keep track of my story! Yeah nobody I know. Just wanted to say sorry it’s taking so long for me to write part two I have been swamped since I posted the first one. I have a page and a half written and huge thanks to all who actually read it. I’ll try to get it out in a week but I don’t make promises. Godspeed and Good Luck

-SSM

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And you get your adverbs from Lolly Lolly Lolly

“Goods” is when you buy a noun. “Services” is when you buy a verb.

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i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls

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The Beginning/End of a Legend... Part 1

The Beginning/End of a Legend Part 1

The audience fell silent as I, Thaddeus Percival Floyd, entered the center ring.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” my voice boomed. “WELCOME! To the strangest show you’ve ever seen with the weirdest performers on Earth! THE FLOYD HOUSE OF CREEPS!”.

The audience erupted into applause, and their cheers sounded like thunder. Every week a new city, every day a new audience, and everytime, they loved us. I spun my jet black cane ,and it landed on the ground with a thud, my hand firmly grasping the golden knob that rested on top.

“Introducing our first act: On an expedition deep into the jungles of the Amazon, an explorer stumbled into a dark cave. Having lost his torch, he couldn’t see a thing, but a small green glow emanated from the darkness. He reached out his hand to grab at it, and with a blinding flash of light, he was never the same! The spirits of the animal kingdom have changed him! INTRODUCING...”

I grabbed my feathered top hat,flipped it of my head, and caught it mid-air by the rim, gesturing towards the entrance. “...THE ANIMAL KING!”.

He scurried on stage like a mouse, the spotlight following him, and perched on a small painted stool like a bird. The spotlight took on a red hue, giving his costume a mystifying look. It was important that we kept lighting exactly right during the Animal King act because, as I announced the various animals that he would mimic, he would fold over a layer on a part of his costume and contort to match the animal he’s imitating. The lights had to change to match the pattern, or the whole effect would be lost.

“He is in one of his more docile forms right now: Corvus corax, more routinely known as the common raven,” I announced to the audience. We always started with the raven so he could enter wearing all black.

“Let’s spice things up, shall we? It’s not called the Floyd House of Mundanity! So let’s say he became... a LION!”

Just then, he leaped from his perch, somersaulting in mid-air; as he did this, his clothing folded over to reveal bits of genuine lion skins that, when he contorted a certain way, covered his entire body. As he landed on all fours, his back arched, and his knees bent in the opposite direction. As the light switched to yellow, he snarled and roared, and then, as if on cue, the audience gasped. He prowled towards me and lunged, and I leaped back, smacking him with my cane.

“Back!” I shouted.

He then began lapping the center ring, running exactly like a lion. The audience cheered; they always loved that part.

“Let’s slow him down! Aldabrachelys gigantea!” I roared, and he flipped and rolled, pulling an enormous tortoise shell off his back and folding over the fabric on his forearms and shins to reveal alligator skin. His limbs pressed into his torso, and he waddled towards the center.

“Aldabra Giant Tortoise” I explained. “Let’s make this interesting,” I added, kicking him on his back.

The audience laughed, as he struggled and kicked. He eventually flipped over, and while he did so, he tucked away the shell. The alligator skin folded back to revealed black fur. The light turned green, and he puffed out his chest and beat on it.

“OOH OOH OOH OOOOH!” he wailed like a gorilla and began charging at me.

“Don’t worry!” I reassured the audience. “I can handle myself!”

I quickly pulled a bullwhip from my purple tailcoat, and I fended him off. Someone from the audience, caught up in the action, shouted “He’s angered the beast!”

The Animal King screeched, and the sound filled the tent. He turned to look at the audience and beat his chest. “I assure you that you are in no danger--- this is just an unprecedented change. RESTRAIN HIM!”

Two of my stronger carnies ran into the ring and grabbed each arm.

“Don’t fret I assure you we have the situation under contr-”

Before I finished, a member of the audience stood up and screamed, “OH MY GOD!”

She pointed at The Animal King. He was stronger than my carnies and knocked one of them to the side. The carny flew through the air and hit the border of the ring; he struggled as he stood up, and his fright makeup was smeared.

“GET THAT FREAK!” he shouted.

The audience began to murmur, scream, and cry. Some woman actually stood up and ran out screaming, while holding her son. The beast began to charge at the stands; truly, the amount of peanuts being dropped was absurd.

“DODGY!” I called.

Just then, a dart flew from across the tent and hit the charging freak mid-run. He moaned and fell over. The crowd released a sigh of relief as my two carnies walked over and dragged him out of the ring.

“Nothing gets your blood pumping quite like a near-death experience, eh?” I said. The audience laughed, and they calmed down quite a bit. “No better way to introduce our next act! The man who trained for seventeen years in the frigid Russian winters of Siberia, perfecting the deadly arts of crossbows, guns, and bows! Your hero: DODGY, THE SURE-SHOT CLOWN!” I boomed.

Out of the ring came Dodgy on a unicycle, rifle in hand, the spotlight highlighting every detail of his red target shaped face-paint. Blue hair fell down his back in a ponytail with a black and red jester outfit covering the rest of his body. As he did figure eights around the ring, he shot a balloon that was held by a carny standing just outside the ring, then a balloon held by a man in the audience, then ten balloons that we released. He shot every single one before they got to the top, never once stopping his figure eights. The audience cheered and clapped.

“I don’t know why you cheer; I could have done that” I joked, and Dodgy rode right by me and shot my hat off my head. The crowd laughed hysterically. I picked up my hat and put it back on.

“That’s not all he can do” I announced

He made two doves appear and let them loose in either direction. One brought back a crossbow and the other a satchel of bolts.

“What is he gonna hunt?” I asked the audience “Only one thing for a clown!”

Dodgy pulled a handful of balloons out of his pocket and began blowing them up. As he wrapped them together, he created a red bunny, then a blue one, then a green one, and so on till there was about thirty-five balloon rabbits in the ring. Then he shot one, reloaded, shot another, reloaded, and continued doing it more and more rapidly. By the time he had shot thirteen, you couldn’t see him reload anymore. All the while, he made concentric circles on his unicycle. Once there were no more rabbits, he jumped off his unicycle and took a bow.

“Let’s hear for the clown!” I said, as the crowd let out an applause. “Now for his final trick!”

He hopped on his unicycle and disappeared with a puff a smoke. He rode back in the ring on his unicycle with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. A spotlight reveal a wooden board that was hiding in the darkness, and Dodgy began to rapid fire arrows into the board in a seemingly random pattern. When he finished, it was revealed that he had written “DODGY AT THE FLOYD HOUSE OF CREEPS” on it. The audience erupted into applause as he exited the ring.

“For our next act, we have our classic TRAPEZE OF DANGER!”

This was always our midpoint act, because we realized that most people got concessions during the trapeze act anyway--- not that it was boring, but trapeze was something you could get at any circus, not just ours. Consequently, our acrobat, Rose, was more like a manager than a performer, in spite of her talent. Thus, once I announced trapeze, a number of people filed out of the tent to the concessions just outside. This gave me time to step out of the center ring, leaving the rest of the audience watching Rose and waiting for the next act…..

-SSM

Wow that was a longer than I thought it would be. Anyway this is the beginning to a little short story series I’m working on. Not much was actually going on in this bit but every story starts somewhere! Hope you enjoy It!

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I personally think that the memes would start wars

VRChat is how Ready Player One would be in reality. No big wars or anything. Just people running around as anime characters creating memes.

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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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This is Cinnamon. She puppears to know what you are thinking, and yes, she is a good girl. 13/10 stay fluffy