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[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I am secretly my boyfriends live stream viewers…..\n#####\nMy boyfriend has just started streaming and he seems pretty excited about it. He didn’t buy a whole set up yet but live streams whenever he is on. I streamed briefly and know how hard it is to get viewers. I open multiple private browsers on my personal laptop, work laptop and phone - this way I can have his stream going and it counts as multiple viewers. When he saw 4, he was stoked. It’s only 4 viewers but he was so happy. There’s very little in this world right now that can cause that genuine happiness and expression. I sit on the other side of the couch with the volume down on all devices and just pretend I’m doing school work.\n\nEDIT: wow! I appreciate the kind comments. I haven’t shared his link because the purpose of this post was to get something off my chest and not “farm subs”. I believe he is capable of it on his own, it’s just to keep him motivated and I have already shared with friends/family. I also don’t want him to find out. He plays Warzone/vanguard, perhaps you’ll come across his stream in the future. He streams on twitch. I give him 4 viewers not 1,000. \n\nThis is something I’ve literally done for the last 2 weeks, do not tell me I have copied and pasted- I have no reason. Also, thank you for the awards! I’m fairly new to Reddit and I enjoy this community." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I found out that my boyfriend of 2 years is married and has kids, I'm showing myself to his family tomorrow at his church.\n#####\n\nThrowaway because I don't want my followers to see this. I'm just so confused right now and need to talk to somebody.\n\nI've been seeing this guy \"Adam, 32\" for 2 years. He's from another town but visits me on weekends. I never met his family, friends or been to his town. I know that he works at the church and he takes pride in that.\n\n3 weeks ago, I found out that he's actually married and has 2 kids, I was devastated and in a state of disbeleif but most of all, I was mad, especially after I confirmed this via his wife's social media account. We're still talking and I haven't broke up with him yet...I planned and decided to show myself to his family on Sunday at his church and let them know that he used me and took advantage, I plan on ending it right there and then. I'm currently in his town staying at a hotel, I'm doing this tomorrow and no one knows except myself, He's still texting me lies thinking that I'm stupid or ignorant. I feel terrible but something's pushing me to do this. Don't know if it's anger or feeling bad for his wife and kids..I just...I'm not gonna lie I'm worried this might back fire at me but at this point I have nothing to lose, I just feel like I need to get my respect and dignity back after being lied to and fooled for 2 years." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My husband told another woman that he loved her…..\n#####\nMy husband is a great guy, puts his family first. \n\nHe has only loved two women in his life, her and me. \n\nI know he loves me, we’ve been married for over twenty years, has never strayed. \n\nHis ex is dying…\n\nShe has days left. \n\nShe asked to see him as they were each other’s ‘first loves’. \n\nHe went to see her, talked about the 80s, held her hand, hugged her and told her that he always loved her. \n\nAnd, I’m ok with that. \n\nAnd, I’m OK with that!\n\nEdit - I’m quite friendly with her daughter, it was her who reached out to me. \n\nHer husband is a great guy, he shook my husbands hand. \n\nThey talked about the ‘80s, laughed a lot….\n\nEdit 2. - Please stop giving me awards, he is the hero. \n\nHe made soup last night, lentil and tomato, and a veggie curry. We’re going to drop some off later. \n\nAnd, yes! I stand by my post history the way I stand by my husband!\n\nUpdate. \n\nShe is at peace now. He’s devastated but taking comfort that she isn’t suffering anymore." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Wife caught me cheating\n#####\nSo yesterday it finally happened. My wife of 8 years caught me cheating and we ended up having a huge fight. I never saw it as a big deal, I told her she’s overreacting but all she seems to think is that I’ve broken to most important thing in a marriage which is trust. I’ve been doing it ever since we got married and even a little bit before, I never considered it wrong. \n\nShe’s still mad about it and staying with her parents, we can barely have a conversation without her telling me I’m “gaslighting” her. She’s said straight up she wants a divorce and I just think it’s such a big overreaction. I told her it was just a game of UNO but she doesn’t care. Anyone have any advice?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My husband peed on my wedding dress the night of our wedding.\n#####\n\n\nI still have no idea wtf is going on in his head to think that this was \"nothing\" or \"no big deal\", He literally peed on my wedding dress the night of our wedding, INSIDE the hotel room. I yelled at him WTF constantly and he nonchantly said that he was just \"marking his territory\" and went on about how he's been wanting to do this when he gets married and that he didn't tell me because he was positively 100% sure I'd get mad at him but he said it's worth it since he got to do it. I couldn't believe it but he assured me that pee washes off easily and I shouldn't worry but I was just so mad and disgusted vy what he's done. He acted like nothing happened and was actually expecting sex but I told him off. I just can't get rid of the awful feeling and sight, I couldn't even sleep in the bed with him after that." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I think my dad might’ve killed someone when i was a kid.\n#####\nOne night, when I (36f) was about 8 or 9 years old, (mid 90’s), my father took my little brother and I to Blockbuster to pick out movies. We left there and my dad stopped at a corner store for some snacks and he parked on the side of the building. He left me and my brother in the car while he ran in. On his way out, a man came up behind him and held something to his side. My dad, pretended he was going to hand the man his wallet, but he instead elbowed the man in his face and he fell to the ground. The guy got up and came at my dad with a knife and my dad fought it away from him and stabbed him with it. It was long and that shit went all the way in. The guy let out this horrible groan. I can still hear it. He left the guy on the floor writhing, hopped in the car and took off. \n\nFor so many years I thought this was a dream until my little brother mentioned it to me when asking if I remembered. We’ve NEVER brought this up to my father, ever. I’ve always wondered what happened to that guy, but this was way before cell phones and stuff so who knows. It’s crazy the weight that comes off of someone when they say things they’ve always been holding in." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/redscarepod." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "vegetables good soda bad\n#####\ningmar bergman good marvel movie bad \n\nmy boss is making everyone show their pronouns for zoom meetings\n\njust moved to a new city and im feeling lonely\n\njust went on a first date with a girl who got offended when I said the word retard\n\njust went for a walk outside for the first time in 3 months i feel great\n\na liberal said something dumb on twitter today\n\nthe rest of reddit is so lame but this sub is the only good one\n\ndoes anyone have any advice for treating my severe mental illness/substance abuse problem?\n\ndoes anyone feel like people who do mildly annoying things are sub-human?\n\npicture of early 2000’s celebrity on the red carpet" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "i might die in 7 hours, and I'm not afraid.\n#####\nI (14M) have a bone disease known as Multiple Hereditary Exostoses (MHE). It causes benign bone tumors to grow everywhere on my body. Although they aren't cancerous, they are very painful when they are near a nerve. \n\nA lot of these tumors have grown in my knees, fingers and ribs. You can probably guess there are a lot of nerves and muscles there that can be pinched and pierced. It hurts quite a lot. I am constantly at level 5 pain (scale of 1-10). I can only walk for up to 2 minutes, I can't write (with a pen, if I couldnt type this post wouldnt exist lol) and I'm basically in agony.\n\nWe have decided I will go for surgery to saw off some of the most painful tumors in my knee. Hopefully this will restore my ability to walk. The doctors have also decided we should remove 2 of my ribs, which have cracked due to the tumors. They'll be replaced with metal I think.\n\nThere is a 20% chance of death with all these very complicated procedures, and of course a chance this surgery doesn't change anything, or even makes it worse. Rolling a less than 6 sided dice to determine if I live or die. But to be honest, I don't really care what happens in this surgery.\n\nIf it works, great, I can walk again. If it fails and my condition stays the same/deteriorates, I've adapted to this disease enough. I can probably handle a few turns for the worst. And if I die, well, I suppose then there is no more pain.\n\nMy friends say it is wrong for me to feel okay about dying. I'm not suicidal, I wouldn't kill myself if I had the chance. But I don't exactly care if I die at this point. It's in fate's hands at this point.\n\nComment anything, in 7 hours, I'll be on the operating table that'll determine my destiny.\n\nEDIT: Soon about to enter the operating room. Welp, this is it. Let's see our fate\n\nEDIT 2; I'M ALIVE, LES GOOOO. Recovery pain's a bitch but otherwise, I'm fine\n\nEDIT 3: Here is a post showing an extremely large update. https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueOffMyChest/comments/tsroac/update_3_weeks_ago_i_might_have_died_now_im_alive/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My brother's flight got delayed 30 minutes and I'm terrified to tell my wife\n#####\nLet me explain. I haven't seen my brother in two years. He is coming to stay in the town I live in for a few days for work and has plans of staying at my house for 1 night of his several night stay. We plan on getting a drink, a bite to eat then head back to my place to chill for a few.\n\n\nMy wife is very abusive, manipulative and controlling. She has spent the last few days berating me for seeing my brother (it goes against her evil agenda of trying to separate me from anyone and everyone I love). She has been making comments about how fucked up it is that I expect her to put two kids to bed tonight by herself. Her \"compromise\" is that I get home by 11 and help her with the kids if they aren't already asleep. Ive obviously been pushing back on this, since she is a grown ass woman and can handle putting the kids to bed by herself once (remember, haven't seen my bro in 2 years). His flight getting delayed 30 mins delays my plans 30 mins and I will be abused and berated for it. I hate it, I'm terrified of this evil bitch but I feel so stuck.\n\nEdit: Holy crap this blew up. Thank you to everyone for the kind words and support. I knew this wasn't normal behavior but needed to hear it, and the peope have spoken. My wife is BPD possible narcissistic and is very extreme in her responses to anything she doesnt like or agree with. Because of this, I have slowly been conditioned to let her have her way and abuse me. It happened so subtly and right under my nose. Abuse against men is real and I can't believe I let it get this far. I HAVE taken steps toward a divorce, but pulling the trigger on it has been hard, the idea of not seeing my kids everyday is terrifying but as many have pointed out, they'll be better off to get away from this environment. As for the people who told me to grow a pair or man up, I get it, and youre right. There is a responsibility on my part to establish boundaries but the consequences of attempting to do that at this point include her attempting to get me fired, trashing my office etc. She GOES there, and Im working closely with a therapist to navigate my way out with minimal collateral damage. Thank you to everyone who direct messaged me as well. I'll do my best to respond tomorrow, I will post an update tomorrow as well. Thanks again all." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Daughter accidentally spilled jello\n#####\nMy daughter just spilled her whole cup of jello on the carpet. And she just looked at me and said “mommy I spilled”. She was so calm and just asked for help. I walked over and helped her clean it up. And I JUST realized something. \n\nNow this may sound silly but the fact that she was calm, not scared or trying to hide it. Not terrified or crying or anything. She didn’t think she’d be in trouble (which she of course is not). \n\nBut it made me so fucking proud of myself. I didn’t scream at her like my parents would have. I didn’t tell her she’s stupid or get angry at all. And the fact that she knows that. She knows it’s ok to make mistakes and I’ll just help her. \n\nBreaking the cycle folks! So glad my kid doesn’t have to be afraid to make a mistake!" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Found my wife masturbating to pics of me. And that just really boosted my ego\n#####\nMy wife is pregnant by the way and just entered her second trimester. The last few weeks her sex drive has sky rocketed so we have been going at it constantly and trust me I’m not complaining ? \n\nYesterday I had to go into my office for a few hours. I get back home and caught her touching herself with a pic of me on her phone. She was looking at it so intensely, like she didn’t even realize I was there so her brain was completely somewhere else. I gotta admit it would’ve been hot if she was watching porn (because we do watch together sometimes) but the fact that she preferred looking at a picture of me to get herself off…I mean I’ve been riding on that high all day. \n\nShe told me she did this sometimes if I was on a trip or something and she missed me. \n\nThat definitely gave me a boost, and not gonna lie made me feel pretty sexy haha" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "UPDATE: AITA for \"imposing my culture\" even though I thought I was just being nice?\n#####\n[Link to original post](https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/t622tm/aita_for_imposing_my_culture_even_though_i/)\n\nFirst of all I just want to thank everyone for the overwhelming support and replies on my first post. I'm looking forward to going over to everyone's houses for dinner and I'll be sure to bring all the things you said you liked :-) many flower lovers out there! I'm now also apparently the DIL to a lot of hopeful parents that replied as well so I hope I can deliver on expectations!\n\n\\---\n\nAfter my last update I told my bf I was sick and tired of him dancing around the issue with his parents and I was going to go over to their house whether he liked it or not. At this point I think he realized that whatever he was doing had backfired so he sat down all angry and told me he'd explain. I sat and he told me that he'd done something very spur of the moment and that he'd texted me from his dad's phone then blocked the number but begged me to listen. That he just needed to get his parents off me for a while and to not leave.\n\nApparently his parents had started hinting at him about marriage since my bf and I talked a lot about it. I fully expected to marry him as I said in another comment, and was honestly expecting a proposal in late spring since that's when we met. Four years dating didn't bother me but I was getting excited to settle down. However, my bf apparently realized that he absolutely didn't want to commit to anything and wanted to experiment and have fun since I \"wasn't being fun anymore\". Honestly that just made me cry since we were each other's firsts for everything and usually very good at communicating our needs.\n\nHis grand plan was to get him mad at me so I would beg for forgiveness and then he'd only accept an open relationship as an answer. Absolutely brilliant plan I know. He'd made up his parents getting mad but didn't expect me to blow off dinner completely and it's like \"hitting a jackpot\", his words not mine. He went over for dinner, hid the flowers and said we'd gotten into a huge fight but he was \"going to fix it\" but I needed space. After he confessed all this he said he was very sorry but really didn't want to miss out on new experiences when he was still young and would I consider an open relationship but pretend ours was strained with his parents so they wouldn't get suspicious?\n\nAnd.....I laughed. I laughed his ass right out the door and told him absolutely not and to leave me alone while I packed because I wanted to have some new experiences too!!! He never stopped begging me to stay but I left to sleep at a friend's. After calming down for a few days I cemented the breakup and finally, actually went over to his parent's. My ex-bf's dad never even noticed the phone missing but still apologized and his mom was a mess. I did and still love them and will eat dinner there without him as often as I can. I won't lie that I'm sad about four years down the drain, but that's life. And if that was my ex's best possible plan then I dodged the bullet by a mile." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/SaturnStormCube." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Missing Flight 370\n#####\nhttps://preview.redd.it/8pwia8l7hum81.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4a8829cca998d3d82465b3611eba791d2e448a5\n\nOn March 13, 2018[,](https://imgur.com/a/EId0nRH) a twitter user who went by the name strayedaway, or Ty, posted a thread about a creepy voicemail he received regarding the missing Malaysia Airlines Flight 370. The thread went viral and many more people came out claiming to have received the same one. This prompted people all over the internet to get involved and help solve the mystery. However, there was never a real conclusion, and after receiving an overwhelming amount of publicity and even death threats, Ty and many others linked to the thread deactivated their accounts. Many people claim the whole thing was an elaborate hoax or even an alternate reality game, but I am not satisfied with those answers. Ty’s thread and the bizarre disappearance of MH370 still linger in the minds of many to this day.\n\n[https://www.news.com.au/technology/online/creepy-military-voicemail-warning-of-impending-doomsday-sends-internet-into-meltdown/news-story/afe34f8dce8d48a0269cd925838743e8](https://www.news.com.au/technology/online/creepy-military-voicemail-warning-of-impending-doomsday-sends-internet-into-meltdown/news-story/afe34f8dce8d48a0269cd925838743e8)\n\nFor those who are unaware, MH370 was an international flight that disappeared on March 8, 2014 while flying from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing. The voicemail Ty received 4 years later was an SOS message thought to be recorded on the missing plane’s black box. Some theorized that an unknown force may have briefly extended the reception range which resulted in the message being picked up by cellphones.\n\n[https://www.sciencealert.com/no-massive-solar-storm-headed-to-earth-march-2018-noaa-g1](https://www.sciencealert.com/no-massive-solar-storm-headed-to-earth-march-2018-noaa-g1)\n\nThe voicemail was a recording of a robotic voice speaking in military code. After twitter investigators deciphered it, they discovered a chilling warning about aliens followed by a string of numbers that turned out to be coordinates close to the place MH370 vanished from radar. Besides the voicemail, there are many more oddities surrounding this event and there seems to be a synchronistic pattern hiding in plane sight. Flight 370, a Boeing 777, left on the 7th day of the 3rd month and Malaysia Airlines is said to fly nearly 37,000 passengers daily.\n\n[https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-26492748#:\\~:text=Malaysia%27s%20national%20carrier%20is%20one,Jennifer%20Pak%20in%20Kuala%20Lumpur.](https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-26492748#:~:text=Malaysia%27s%20national%20carrier%20is%20one,Jennifer%20Pak%20in%20Kuala%20Lumpur.)\n\nThe television show Lost seemed to predict the event as well, 10 years before it happened. In the show, a Boeing 777 deviates from its path, turns around, and disappears somewhere off the coast of Australia. This is exactly what MH370 did. The show also seemed to predict who would be on the plane. In Lost, some of the passengers included an actor and two men who used fake passports. On MH370, there was an actor and two men who used fake passports as well.\n\n[https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/iran/10688861/Mystery-fake-passport-holders-on-flight-MH370-were-Iranian.html](https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/iran/10688861/Mystery-fake-passport-holders-on-flight-MH370-were-Iranian.html)\n\n[https://www.thestar.com.my/lifestyle/uncategorized/2014/03/13/marco-polo-stuntman-and-jet-lis-body-double-ju-kun-was-also-on-flight-mh370/](https://www.thestar.com.my/lifestyle/uncategorized/2014/03/13/marco-polo-stuntman-and-jet-lis-body-double-ju-kun-was-also-on-flight-mh370/)\n\nThe actor was Ju Kun, Jet Li's body double, and fake identities were used by two Iranian men seeking asylum in Europe. Oddly enough, in Lost, a psychic predicts the plane crash. MH370‘s disappearance also seemed to be predicted by the Nigerian prophet T. B. Joshua. In 2013, T. B. Joshua warned that an aircraft carrying over 200 passengers from an Asian nation would have some serious problems. MH370 had 227 passengers on board. The video of his proclamation went viral on YouTube after the flight’s disappearance.\n\n[https://emmanuel.tv/content/missing-malaysia-airlines-mh370-prophecy-tb-joshua/](https://emmanuel.tv/content/missing-malaysia-airlines-mh370-prophecy-tb-joshua/)\n\nAnother strange synchronicity is Lost was first aired on September 22, 2004. September 22 would turn out to be big day for CERN, exactly 7 years later. If you‘re unaware, CERN is a facility that smashes atoms together to create mini black holes and look for other dimensions. On September 22, 2011, CERN succeeded in sending particles faster than the speed of light. Physicists hypothesize that going faster than light speed could actually result in time travel. However, the claim was supposedly debunked sometime later. But this is still up for debate.\n\n[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faster-than-light\\_neutrino\\_anomaly](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faster-than-light_neutrino_anomaly)\n\nBut what I find most strange, is the fact that the man who made this discovery was forced to resign. Conspiracy theorists claim CERN did in fact achieve time travel and caused the past to change, a phenomenon known as the Mandela Effect. They say this historical event constantly switches back and forth between having happened on the 22nd or 23rd. Supposedly, every year around this time, new inconsistencies in history pop up.\n\n[https://www.alternatememories.com/historical-events/general/september-22-23-date-anomalies](https://www.alternatememories.com/historical-events/general/september-22-23-date-anomalies)\n\nIronically, the plot of Lost is centered around a time travel experiment called the Dharma Initiative. In The Lost Experience, it’s revealed that the goal of the experiment was for people to alter the timeline and push back doomsday. Oddly enough, its logo looks just like CERN.\n\n[CERN compared to the Dharma Initiative's logo](https://preview.redd.it/e8oeo58kkvm81.jpg?width=1040&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2fe080b358511be3fb49afeadf254e5e127c7d90)\n\nCoincidentally, The Lost Experience was an alternate reality game. Remember that the voicemail received by Ty was thought to be part of an ARG as well. Similarly, the investigation sparked by Ty’s thread uncovered the date of a supposed doomsday event, April 18, 2018. Many speculated that on this day there would be an alien invasion. Obviously this didn’t happen, but perhaps uncovering the plan pushed back doomsday, like in the Lost game. With UFOs now in the news, the idea of an alien invasion or apocalyptic event seems even more relevant. If you’ve read my other threads, you know I think the apocalypse has something do with something known as the Black Sun. Oddly enough, MH370 also has connections to this concept. The Black Sun is a symbol that some say represents a portal to somewhere beyond space and time. This strange mural dedicated to the disappearance of MH370 depicts the plane flying straight into something resembling a black hole. The portal seems to be luring the passengers inside by telling them to come in.\n\n[\\\\\"Come in!!\\\\\"](https://preview.redd.it/v0gnjr5xkvm81.png?width=1704&format=png&auto=webp&s=8ee6f7ab0ac79882add8209a8ca7d7fc959b718f)\n\nAnother mural seems to depict this as well. In this picture, we see a plane flying right into what appears to be a tear in the fabric of reality. Yet another mural shows the missing flight returning through one. Were the passengers of MH370 taken to another dimension?\n\n[Some suspicious murals show MH370 piercing the matrix barrier.](https://preview.redd.it/h5emr9xh7zm81.png?width=1033&format=png&auto=webp&s=f0931c7ab568bf35bd147545b93e2d260fc6efbc)\n\nThis all seems reminiscent of Donnie Darko, a movie about doomsday, time travel, and a plane falling through a black hole in the sky. Just like in Lost, the main character, who is guided by a demonic humanoid rabbit, is tasked with closing a time loop and stopping the apocalypse. The Black Sun is also symbolic of Saturn, which was known to the ancients as the god of time. Saturn is also famous for having a hexagon on its North Pole. In the painting above, we see MH370 trapped behind a net of hexagons. Were the passengers victims of a groundbreaking Saturnian ritual?\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/ht56s0krlvm81.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=edd729af7d8d8c770ad87366d04981ccbccca969\n\nEven stranger, in the 2013 film Man of Steel (released prior to the vanishing), a trident shaped UFO that resembles the Malaysian Airlines logo crashes off the coast of Australia, just like MH370 did. The movie shows the coordinates of the UFO being 37° S 76° E. Here we see more numerology at work. But it gets weirder. If you type in the opposite coordinates, 37° N 76° W, you get the location of King Neptune‘s Park on Virginia Beach. At the park there is a statue of King Neptune holding a trident. The streets leading up to the park, which are adjacent to 33rd Street, form a trident as well.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/rzqcebnnlvm81.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=eb320ec00a89a2034fffb975081f16c6ea741826\n\nIronically, Virginia Beach is an hour drive from Middlesex, the town where Donnie Darko takes place. In Mission Impossible III, another movie centered around chasing a white rabbit, there’s a scene where the Malaysian Airlines logo can be seen from behind, revealing a hidden 666.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/k1ufz4e02wm81.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=196dce425b89d9fed3f8f8015dee4b04cbd77a67\n\nThe same exact scene was also used in the movie Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. The movie is about sun harvesting robots who reside on one of Saturn’s moons. I find it odd they reused the same footage with focused emphasis on the Malaysia Airlines logo in reverse (to signal 666) for two films released roughly three years apart, and both prior to the disappearance of MH370.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/bgqh4hjylvm81.jpg?width=489&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2d7a980da50fb7722bd1fbe5116aec7f43fee9e8\n\nRelevantly, Boeing P-8A Poseidon (Neptune with trident) aircraft were used in the search for MH370.\n\n[https://www.ibtimes.com/boeing-p-8a-poseidon-plane-may-find-wreckage-missing-malaysia-airlines-mh370-1561973](https://www.ibtimes.com/boeing-p-8a-poseidon-plane-may-find-wreckage-missing-malaysia-airlines-mh370-1561973)\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/a612vhx73wm81.png?width=1608&format=png&auto=webp&s=a8ee614e006b99f6297cc2d92d9e01cac24cef60\n\nIn the film 'Man of Steel', the coordinates for the Trident UFO attack are revealed to be the locations of the King Neptune statue in Virginia Beach, and the GPS blackout location of MH370.\n\nWhen you connect a line between the two coordinate locations for the Trident UFO attacks, the line perfectly bisects the precise point where the Equator and Prime Meridian cross.\n\nThe initial flight path of MH370 after departing from Kuala Lumpur encode esoteric numbers 777 in distance and 911 in location coordinates, before heading on its mystifying southerly path into the vast Indian Ocean.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/a4za45pbmvm81.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=65325aec53455fed816a652674b34abc930a10c9\n\nIn the 2015 film Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation, the flight MH370 is alluded to yet again with the vanishing of a \"Flight 606\" from Malaysia which heads south across the Indian Ocean and disappears with all 236 souls - just three passengers short of MH370's 239 passengers in what is obviously another blatant reference pointing to the vanished MH370.\n\nEthan Hunt, the protagonist of the film played by Scientology actor Tom Cruise, is connected to the extremely important Corona/Eclipse sign and the Freemasonic Pyramid with Eye of Horus. Also note the checkerboard floor.\n\n[Masonic Pyramid and Eye of Horus with Corona\\/Eclipse connected to Ethan Hunt.](https://preview.redd.it/g077bahdmvm81.png?width=3840&format=png&auto=webp&s=2f8a25386fcc4f134ed1da88e0e3a718ac81bf9b)\n\nStrangely, in real life, the leader of the 'Reward MH370' crowdfunding campaign for victims of MH370 was a man by the name of Ethan Hunt, a name which just so happens to be exactly the main protagonist of the 'Mission: Impossible' movie franchise.\n\n[https://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/missing-jet/mh370-families-seek-5-million-reward-investigation-n125526](https://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/missing-jet/mh370-families-seek-5-million-reward-investigation-n125526)\n\nComing back full circle, we discovered that two films of this very franchise, both Mission: Impossible 3 and 5, have direct references to MH370 contained within well hidden scenes which are importantly linked to the usual occult symbolism of the Antichrist Beast, always depicted by the Freemasons as their \"Chosen One\", the messianic hero of their secular world empire.\n\nThe name 'Ethan Hunt' was chosen for its key value of 111 in the English Gematria, which is 666 in the English Sumerian cipher, which counts by 6. Ethan Hunt is quite literally representing the 666, that is the Masonic Beast, which is directly linked to the Malaysia Airlines rituals and the Trident.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/bovwjs0ewwm81.png?width=3375&format=png&auto=webp&s=a24a4be550d5a94a7295e6a707f834ba39c5c8fd\n\nThe rabbit hole goes deep with the Trident. The façade of the World Trade Center's Twin Towers were designed with the Tridents. Both the 9/11/2001 attacks and the Malaysia Airline attacks were both \"terrorist\" acts, linked by the Trident motif, 666, and the Blue/Red enigma tied to the jetliners.\n\n[The façade of the World Trade Center Twin Towers were Tridents. 911 we have an emergency.](https://preview.redd.it/i0gb4rvfiwm81.png?width=1394&format=png&auto=webp&s=ce2f65701285072cfa99b37378433d54a12c14b7)\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/wntq4fkgjxm81.jpg?width=964&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b2e434a67754852714c50430f112353b79de01ec\n\nThe destruction of MH370's sister jet Malaysia Airlines MH17 by a Russian BUK missile over the Donbas of Ukraine also occurred in 2014, just months after the vanishing of MH370. Note that the Ukrainian CIA-led coup began that year, in 2014. Both MH370 and MH17 were jet airliners of the Malaysia Airlines whose emblem encodes 666 and the Trident bearing the highly esoteric Blue and Red polarity.\n\nIt is important to note that MH17 was shot down over the Donbas, which would later turn out to be the primary regional catalyst for the 2022 Russo-Ukrainian war, an invasion which began precisely 7 years, 7 months, and 7 days after MH17's destruction. Ukraine's coat of arms is the Trident. Both jets were Boeing 777s.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/lp84bpvdtmja1.png?width=1029&format=png&auto=webp&s=1a07da4e5198d450843a5b08580d9022128cda6e\n\nThe Trident is a three-pronged fork. The trident is mentioned in the Bible, but only once and is used by Satanic forces in relation to blood sacrifice. The (Jewish) Old Testament records that when the tabernacle (temple of YHWH) was at Shiloh, the priests became corrupt. First Samuel 2 recounts the practices of the wicked sons of Eli.\n\n>Eli’s sons were scoundrels; they had no regard for the Lord. Now it was the practice of the priests that, whenever any of the people offered a sacrifice, the priest’s servant would come with a three-pronged fork in his hand while the meat was being boiled and would plunge the fork into the pan or kettle or caldron or pot. Whatever the fork brought up the priest would take for himself. This is how they treated all the Israelites who came to Shiloh. (1 Samuel 2:13-14 NIV)\n\nThree-pronged forks, like the one mentioned in this text have been found at a number of archaeological sites where sacrifices were offered by the Canaanites to their Satanic pagan gods. The trident and tongs pictured below is from Akko, and is said to date to the 14th-13th century B.C.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/amojoku8fym81.png?width=1213&format=png&auto=webp&s=0e0652f8e0f188529a7472a0596309babb266868\n\nIn the book of Revelation of the New Testament, the \"Beast from the Sea\" is actually a direct symbolic representation of the Antichrist himself. Poseidon/Neptune with his Trident are used by the Zionist Freemasonic cabalists as primary symbols of their Antichrist Beast, whose number is 666; a number which further resonates with 777 through the visual link of Vav (6) to the Latin number 7.\n\nMH370 is figured to have crashed into the watery depths of the Indian Ocean with its victims alive.\n\n[Neptune\\/Poseidon with Trident. Aqua \$Sea\$ Man. \\\\\"A Tide Is Coming\\\\\".](https://preview.redd.it/8y00wvs2cym81.png?width=1940&format=png&auto=webp&s=affc21475c59723a3c341202d3b529a39119b630)\n\nThe TV shows 'Lost', 'Manifest', and 'Departure' all center around commercial jets that completely vanish without a trace, crossing into another dimension, and returning with passengers that are effected by some supernatural, paraphysical, or extradimensional phenomena.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/cs6f94x7cym81.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=51e68c3b9fb68f425c7375fe2bdd0e500911cef8\n\nThe MH370 mystery takes an even darker turn down the rabbit hole where the numbers 666, 777, and 911 connect to the sinister rituals of the Thelemite O.T.O. occultist Aleister Crowley, dubbed \"the wickedest man in the world\", whose personal title was \"the Great Beast 666\".\n\nContact with extradimensional intermediaries and the clandestine global manipulation through ritual sacrifice was the primary activity of Crowley's endgame, and this continues on into the present day through an ever growing pool of initiated individuals carrying out the necessary ritual activities. Day to day, a cleverly observant researcher can actually follow this global trail of the 666/777/911 chaos rituals being carried out as time progresses, the plans of which are quite literally the secret process of Crowley's primary agenda on the world stage. TPTB that are responsible for these deathly ritualistic activities are guided and encouraged onward by the dark spiritual powers in high places which tempt, deceive, and guide the entire world straight into the iron arms of the Zionist New World Order and most specifically to their chosen messianic leader of this new aeon who will rule it all, but only for a short time.\n\nhttps://preview.redd.it/xyc3bcev5zm81.png?width=3411&format=png&auto=webp&s=e4ab37243bc951b73d63c7ba8a71ba08a3b6e80f\n\n[ Malaysia Airlines Flight 17 National Monument in Vijfhuizen, Netherlands. Designed as a ribbon, the monument when flipped reveals the Masonic Pyramid with Horus Eye Capstone of the Zionist Illuminati cabal.](https://preview.redd.it/vfecjmzcsmja1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=fcfc011c30e8033f714854c6b06ed02ec21e6c33)\n\nThank you for reading this post. For now, despite the tantalizing clues of a sinister global operation, we can only wildly speculate as to what has happened to the unwilling victims of MH370. A likely inclination is that they are all probably dead, sacrificed as was the fate of the victims of sister jet MH17 shortly afterward. The rabbit hole goes deep, but the primary paths of intent are surfacing and the emerging Saturnian road map is strange and disturbing, as by design. Despite this pure Satanic wickedness, we must remain vigilant and strong in love and wisdom. Blessings to all of you." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "NSFW. TW. If you watch hardcore or extreme porn, you've probably seen me actually being gang raped\n#####\nNo one put a gun to my head. I wasn't smuggled into doing this work and it all happened in a free country, in a legitimately run studio easily recognized for producing hardcore content. \n\n\nNo one tells you how awkward and intimidating it is, especially when you're an 18 year old girl, surrounded by a roomful of casting agents, executives and producers/directors all men of course just pushing their own degrading YET PROFITABLE agendas, but they polish it, they sell and pitch it well, especially if you're young, they talk to you in a way that it only makes sense to an 18 year old. Looking back in recollection, it's all very patronizing \n\n\nThey'll have you believing your own non existant hype in exchange for taking your identity, ruining your body and sacrificing your sanity and ultimately your soul. But you will “look so hot” and “be such a bad b” is what they tell you\n\n\nNo one tells you that they don't actually care that you are coked out your mind during filming and that the directors actually PREFER THAT YOU ARE HIGH so they can coerce (in their words “direct”) you to do things you'd never usually do like multiple penetrative gang anal, being urinated on, throated, bukkake, all of the degrading abusive genres\n\n\n If you're not a big name performer and just starting in this industry the pressure to do extreme is PUSHED ASSERTIVELY because they know you are naïve or easily intimidated because you are new, but the truth is, it's because they can PAY YOU FAR LESS than they do for big name performers that can afford to demand premium pay to do extreme scenes. \n\n\nSo basically as a porn rookie your underpaid ripped, infected asshole, mouth and vagina are essentially only about profit and economics for these studios. \n\n\nThere is no drug testing, you just sign a form to verify that you are not high, but often times you are INSTRUCTED by directors and PA's themselves NOT to fill out that you're high. \n\n\nThey film a “consent” video to verify that you were ok with whatever transgressions happened to your body, but is it really consent if you're threatened that you won't get paid while the directors/production assistants guilt trip you about wasted filming/crew time or constantly yell at you to cooperate and consent?\n\n\nDo you know how AWFUL it is watching yourself being gang banged/raped when you are clean, sober and having little recollection of it happening? \n\n\nDo you know what it's like constantly fearing having ANY intimacy with ANYONE because they think they have the absolute right to abuse you because they saw it happen to you in a video. \n\n\nEven worse is me knowing my abuse is freely available to view out there for any young people to watch and form toxic ideas about sex and non consent. \n\n\nI Iive inside this nightmare EVERY SINGLE DAY! \n\n\nThe studios do not care that you are broken, theyve made THEIR own BIG PAYOUT off MY name, MY body, MY degredation. In exchange for what? $1000, $1500 per shoot so I can afford medical expenses for my grandmother, fix my car, pay my bills, feed a destructive drug habit, to live... in exchange for getting my anus ripped apart by strangers so many times that I need to inject it with Botox in order to heal and not defecate involuntarily in public?\n\nNever mind what I will need to heal my mind, because I'm so far gone that may never heal. \n\n\n If you think this industry helps performers with healthcare, that's a joke since THERE IS ZERO HEALTH CARE OR PSYCHOLOGICAL SUPPORTS FOR PORN ACTORS. ZERO! \n\n All they care about is sti testing and even on that front there are so many flaws and loopholes and lies. \n\n\nI cannot tell anybody how or why or why not to use porn, that is everyone's personal choice \n\n\nbut if this, THIS is what you find entertaining, please understand there is a very steep price people out here have paid with their bodies and soul, for your 5 minutes of empty pleasure.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEdit; I am overwhelmed by the kindness and positivity so many of you have messaged me with and much thanks to those who've awarded my post.\n\nThis post was purely meant as a cathartic release in the form of words and I'm thankful there are platforms like this one for venting in such an unfiltered way\n\nEven though I no longer participate in the industry I am by no means anti porn, many people who choose to do porn do so for their own reasons that's not for me to judge. Yes, I've met a few very rare people in the business who are genuinely good. This was my own experiences within the trade, but I do believe the industry does have a responsibility to look out for the interest of their sex workers, ESPECIALLY THE YOUNG OR NEW PEOPLE, and not manipulate them" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My missing husband came home, but I just know it isn't him\n#####\nMy husband went missing six months ago. Just... went out to work one day and never came home. It was a horrible shock to the whole neighbourhood, because things like that just didn't happen in our little slice of white-picket-fence suburbia. The police launched an investigation, and the neighbourhood watch sent out search parties, but no one ever found any evidence to indicate what had happened to him. Our families were devastated. Recently, the missing posters have been taken down or papered over. The updates from the police became less frequent and dwindled away. I accepted that, hard as it was to admit, my Rick wasn't coming back. \n\nUntil he did. \n\nA week ago, I was in the back garden watering my petunias when I heard the garden gate creak open. I jerked my head in that direction and- there he was. Exactly the same as he was the day he disappeared. Same windswept blond hair and bright blue eyes, same curl to his pink lips. I was in shock. Our families had mourned for him, and yet there he was, standing in our garden like he had just popped out for milk or something. When I asked where he had been, he said he didn't know. He couldn’t remember anything about the last six months. \n\nAll our family and friends are beside themselves with joy. They almost can't believe it. But that's just the thing: I don't believe it. \n\nLook, I understand how crazy this all sounds, I do. Our families would never believe me, and I can’t go to the police unless I want to end up in a straightjacket. But I just know that the man sleeping next to me isn't my husband. I don't know what to do. I know I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm terrified. I don’t know much about anything supernatural or paranormal, I don't even like watching horror movies. But something about this whole situation makes my skin crawl. \n\nJust let me explain why I'm so sure. Once I've done that, hopefully one of you will believe me, and you'll be able to tell me what to do. \n\nThe morning after \"Rick\" came home, I made him a cup of tea. When I handed it to him, he gave me the brightest smile. Then he took a sugar cube from the dish on the table and dropped it into the cup. Our house was in chaos with his return, and I was still in shock, so I didn't think much of it at the time, but its been replaying in my mind ever since. I know it doesn't sound very significant, but my husband never put sugar in his tea. He was always adamant that it ruined the taste, and he'd get so frustrated if I ever put sugar in his cup by accident. And yet, this man had sugar. \n\nThen it was the golf. A few days ago, when he was out visiting his mom, I recorded a golf tournament that was showing on the TV. It was one of Rick's favourite golfers that was competing, and he never missed it. Once, he even skipped out on an anniversary dinner just to watch a championship. Only, when he came home from his parents' and I told him what I'd done, he just seemed... unbothered? Like, he said thanks and everything, and then he asked if I wanted to get dinner. He didn't even watch it, and that’s just so out of character for him. \n\nThen one night I woke up around 2 a.m. to see Rick's face inches from mine just... looking at me with these blank eyes. I kinda gave this nervous laugh and asked \"Baby, what are you doing?\" And he didn't answer. For like a solid thirty seconds. He just stared, almost like he was looking right through me. Then he suddenly smiled and said, \"Sorry, honey. Sometimes I just can’t believe this is real\". Then he just rolled over and went to sleep. I didn’t get much sleep after that, myself.\n\nYesterday, about a week after he came home, the neighbourhood threw a street party to celebrate his return. Everyone from our street and the streets on either side turned up to see him and tell him how happy they are that he's alright. When he wasn't standing with his arm around my waist, he was milling around chatting amicably to each and every one of our neighbours, even the little kids. Jackson, our next-door neighbour Sally's toddler, wanted to play peek-a-boo, and Rick happily played along with a smile on his face. Now, my husband never did that. Rick always said he didn't like kids - that's why we never had any - and so he never wanted to play with any of the neighbourhood children. Especially not Jackson: Rick all but avoided him. Before he disappeared, I had started to suspect it was so I wouldn't see them together and notice the subtle but unmistakable similarities. \n\nThe final nail in the coffin, proverbially speaking, was Sally. Just this morning, she came knocking on our door. Her excuse was the tray of brownies she carried, but I think she just wanted to push her way into our morning so that she could see for herself what the situation was. After she left, I called her a nosy busybody. Rick laughed, kissed my head, and agreed with me. That was when I knew for sure that it couldn't really be him. Rick always used to get so mad whenever I insulted Sally, like I didn't have any right to hate her even though she'd been fucking my husband for years. But today there was none of that. He didn’t even try to defend her. \n\nI know what you must be thinking. If he was in an accident or something, he might’ve had some kind of traumatic brain injury that caused him to forget some things about his life, maybe even change his personality. And that's a valid, reasonable explanation. I have no doubt it's what the police would tell me if I reported all this. \n\nBut you know why I'm dead certain that man isn't my husband? He doesn't have a scar. If he was really Rick, he'd have a scar on the side of his forehead shaped like the golf club I hit him with. But there's nothing. Not a mark. Honestly, I'm this close to going out tonight and digging up my petunias just to make sure he's still under there. \n\nI don't know what I'm sharing a bed with, but I know it's not my husband. So what the hell am I going to do?\n\n[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/u9cq7q/my_missing_husband_came_home_but_i_know_it_isnt/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My dad is furious that my mom slept with other people in an open marriage he wanted.\n#####\nMy parents got married when they were super young. My dad knocked up my mom, and their parents married them off. My grandfather was able to set up some business for my dad in a big city, and they moved here soon after my birth.\n\nMy mom grew up in a conservative southern town where she was taught to be a submissive wife. And even after moving to the big city, she didn't spend much time socializing. She had no friends and never went out. My dad was only there to provide for us. He was always away on business, and he wasn't there as a husband for my mom or as a father to me.\n\nMy dad made a lot of money, so we never lacked anything. Growing up, I became my mom's best friend. We would talk about everything. I pushed her to make friends and to find hobbies. After years of pushing, she started going to a nearby park and made her first friend, a gym trainer. Encouraged by her friend and me, she decided to join the gym.\n\nShe met a few more people there and started having some semblance of a social life, but she still continued to tell me everything.\n\nI think my dad's new secretary gave him the idea, but he asked my mom for an \"open marriage\" almost a year ago. He told her he wasn't happy in their marriage and that she wasn't providing him with everything he wanted. My mom, who is a \"christian wife\", was mortified and told me about the proposal in tears. I suggested she get a divorce, but she said she didn't believe in it and she wouldn't be the one to end their marriage.\n\nAs my dad pushed, I knew exactly where this would end up if my mom agreed. Her friend and I convinced her. My mom was hesitant at first, but she agreed with the condition that they would be completely transparent with each other.\n\nMy dad was a middle aged (41) man with a belly and my mom (39) was an athletic woman who worked out regularly. I'm a 22 yo woman btw. I don't know how my dad was so blind or what he thought would happen. I helped create online dating profiles for my mom almost six months ago. After getting an insane number of matches, choosing from them and chatting with them for months, my mom started hooking up with a few people. Getting all this attention has provided a massive boost to her confidence and she seems better.\n\nMy dad hooked up with his secretary almost immediately. He's had very little luck with other ladies. With their transparency thing, my mom tells him about all her hook ups. A few weeks ago, my dad screamed at my mom for some minor thing. Usually, my mom would've apologised but with her new confidence, she didn't back down.\n\nIt's been constant fights the last few weeks. My dad keeps starting fights by making snide remarks about my mom's clothing or appearance. He almost even called my mom a whore but stopped himself. I think \"open marriage\" finally sunk in. My mom told me he tried to have a conversation about stopping their \"open marriage\" but she immediately shot it down. I think they'll split up.\n\nMy dad was never there for either of us but the thought of my parents splitting up still feels weird. I don't feel bad for my dad but I wish he put effort into his family. I'm happy for my mom though.\n\nUpdate: (18 April, 2022)\n\nA few days after my previous post, my dad left our home and had a divorce served to mom in a week. My grandparents didn't know about any of this, but my dad told them when he served the divorce. He also implied to them that my mom was cheating on him. Both sets of grandparents came to our home and started berating my mom. I kept screenshots of all my parents' communications, and my mom showed them to them and it got way worse after that. Grandparents started fighting each other blaming each other's children for causing all this. \n\nA few days after this, my mom's old \"church friends\" came to our home. Back when my mom used to go to church, they used to look down on her for being from a small town. My mom has always been a very caring and non-judgemental person, so she disagreed with their bigotry and they began excluding her from their activities. After she met her gym friends, my mom stopped going to church entirely. These \"church friends\" started calling my mom a slut and she kicked them out. \n\nMy mom is on a cut right now, so she has very defined abs and arms. So along with all the normal stuff getting thrown at her, my grandparents accused her of having a \"man body\" and she also had a lot of random transphobia thrown at her. Her trainer friend has been a great support through all this. She contacted the attorney she used for her divorce and my mom is spending a lot of time at her house. \n\nTurns out, the business my dad is running is owned by mom. It was set up by my mom's dad in her name, so it belongs to her. I did not know this until now and assumed that my dad owned it. The whole situation is a huge mess right now. Dad is living in some hotel and my grandparents left yesterday after a week of fighting and trying to force my parents back together. I know there's a lot more divorce drama to come but I hope it calms down for now. " } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/scarystories." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I found a tape of a woman being killed.\n#####\nI was at my grandmother's house, helping my grandmother move furniture around. She became my mother figure after the death of my mother when I was a young child. And I had been staying with her ever since my car accident. My grandmother helped nurse me back into health. So I made an effort to alleviate her of any and all physical tasks, I felt it was the least I could do.\n\n It was in the attic, when I accidentally knocked over a box. The box was filled with VHS tapes, with the farthest dating back to 1990. All that was written on them was the year. There was a tv in the attic as well because we used the attic as more like a functioning room than a storage space. So I decided to play the oldest tape. I expected to see happy memories, home videos, scenery, anything other than this.\n\nThe video starts—with whoever is holding the camera—filming a woman sitting alone at a small table at a coffee shop. She's reading. The camera was zoomed in on her hair glowing in the light. Fixed. The tape then skips to a new setting, in what looks like downtown Chicago somewhere. I can see the back of the same woman from before, walking down the street, oblivious to the person trailing and filming behind her. The sky is now a dark gray, I can see lights from passing cars glinting off her shiny boots. The camera is clambering and rubbing up against the jacket of the cameraman. He or she's not far from her, but is far enough away to show that he or she's not with her. Clearly stalking her.\n\nThe scene lasted maybe 5 minutes of the monotonous walking until it shifted to the woman now bound and stowed in the trunk of a car. She was taped up, unable to speak. All I could hear was the sound of heavy rainfall accompanied by her screaming and crying. Her muffled panic broke my heart in two. My spine became frozen, I couldn't open my eyes any wider. Any moment the film could shift to something so much more grotesque, so morbid, so life changing, and I could do nothing but watch in horror.\n\nI saw a black-gloved covered hand sprout from behind the camera slam the trunk door closed, trapping her inside. It's now clearly night.\n\nThe next scene skips to the woman, now beaten and bloody while tied to a chair. The location looks to be a warehouse somewhere. The only light coming from a single fluorescent bulb above the woman, illuminating pools of crimson red blood at her feet. The camera is steadily held, so much that it seems to be propped up by a stand. I can hear the poor woman moaning in pain underneath the tape covering her mouth. I can also hear something shifting around on the concrete, like someone adjusting their stance. It seemed manic. I could hear clambering of metal, like tools being packed... or unpacked from a bag. My stomach now fully turned. The stalker then walks into frame, showing only his back. His head was completely covered in a balaclava. He carried a blade in his right hand. My heart completely halted, the stalker held her drooping head up, tilted her face upward, and began to slice her throat from her left ear all the way to the right. She squirmed and gargled in her desperate and useless attempt to survive. I had never seen so much blood in my life. The killer then takes off his mask and stares into the camera, flashing a toothy grin. The film then abruptly stops. \n\nI was held in place by my now shot nerves. My blood slowed into stillness, completely discoloring my body into an almost corpse-like white. My grandmother was watching me. She, shakingly, tried to console me from across the room. Struggling to form words through the river of tears streaming down her face. She said she didn't want me to ever be reminded of who I was before my accident. \n\n\n\nThank you for reading\n\n\n\nI am welcoming of any constructive criticism you may have about my writing, the story, or anything you can find!" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for getting mad my artist hid their initials in my tattoo?\n#####\nThis is a short one. Names changed for privacy. \n\nI went to a tattoo shop in my area, with a photo of the tattoo I wanted. It was one my dad had gotten to honor my passed grandfather who’s father also had it. But the point is - it was important to me that the tattoo looked EXACTLY as it did in the photo. \n\nI get to the shop, I explain everything, I pay, get the tattoo, and we’re done, I think it looks awesome, everything is great! Until a few weeks later when I show my great grandmother the tattoo. She’s static, grabs my arm to look at and compliment it, then asks, “Who’s AJ?” \n\nI ask her what she means, and she points out on the tattoo where the initials A and J or maybe T were hidden into the tattoo. I’m instantly pissed, as my artists name is Alice Trever. She tries to assure me it’s no big deal if I hadn’t noticed it til now, but I still reached out to the artist sort of irritated. They told me the style of art I got is called traditional and it’s “pretty trad” for all artists who do that style to do it. I demanded a partial refund and they refused, so I complained to the owner who made the artist give me a full refund. \n\nNow the artist is running a full smear campaign, talking about moving shops, and all kinds of crap. My sister says I’m an asshole for pushing the issue, but I feel like, at the end of the day, I told you exactly what I wanted and you didn’t do that. AITA?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/EscapingPrisonPlanet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Almost everything you see on TV is propaganda disguised as entertainment that is run by people with dark agendas\n#####\nNetflix shows, sports, video games, movies, are nothing but mental prisons for your awareness. Finished one episode of your favorite tv show? Then you're on to the next episode. Finished one season? then you're on to the next season. Finished one TV show? then you're on to the next tv show. Finished one video game? then you're on to the next. Finished watching today's football match? then you have to continue watching your team beat the opponent's team every weekend.\n\nIf the \"elites\" can keep your awareness there, they will then prevent you from finding out the truth about who you really are, where you came from, and what you are actually doing here on this planet on a soul level. They don't want you to understand or practice astral projection, past life regression hypnosis, remote viewing, or to have psychedelic experiences that would expand your awareness & consciousness. Why would they? Information is power and the last thing they want you to be is powerful. So they engineer society in such way that our awareness is focused on the material things, on distractions, on the least important things.\n\nYou are not your body or your name. You are a soul that's incarnated in your current physical body who's currently having those temporary experiences. When you look in the mirror you are not looking at your true self, you are looking at the temporary body that your true self currently inhabits.\n\nA long time ago, the \"elites\" (who are a lower level Archon group) have created the babylonian money system so that you will have to work like a ~~slave~~ good citizen almost your entire life and at the same time you won't have time to independently research the true nature of reality since you are constantly busy working the 9-5 job and chasing the grand distraction that was created out of thin air: money. Our society doesn't have to be like this, but you grew up in this system and you know of no other alternative so you perceive it as 'normal'. They have taught you that success equals money and fame. This couldn't be further from the truth. These are illusions, distractions and attachments that keep our true selves here.\n\nMany TV shows, movies, and video games such as Cyberpunk are conditioning us to accept that the future has to be transhumanistic. They want us to think that a future in which man merges with the machine is beneficial for us. In reality, we are going to be more controlled than ever before if we accept that kind of a future.\n\nThey want to control your behaviour. So with Netflix, they want you to watch what they make available for you to watch. In order for them to control your behaviour they have to control the information(programming) you receive. And you're paying for their programming, too. \n\nGuess what: the co-founder and first CEO of Netflix's granduncle [was Edward Bernays, and great-granduncle was Sigmund Freud](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Randolph). The two most influential and creators of modern propaganda and social engineering. But nobody talks about these facts. Nobody questions anything. We just consume whatever they make available for us to consume because we are good ~~slaves~~ humans. This is a prison planet on so many levels, but clearly very cleverly camouflaged.\n\nGet up in the morning, go to work, come back home and then watch Netflix and chill. And the programming from netflix & movies continues. Next day, repeat. Days, months, years, decades pass and you don't even realize that you're still stuck in their neverending zombie mode loop. It's time to wake up the masses to what's actually going on. It's time to get up off our knees.\n\nI recommend watching a documentary called \"[Out of Shadows](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRt5cnQGPC4&ab_channel=thrEdwardGrana)\". This documentary has been banned from Youtube so many times. It lifts the mask on how the mainstream media and Hollywood manipulate and control the masses by spreading propaganda throughout their content. The goal of this documentary is to wake up the general public by shedding light on how we all have been lied to and brainwashed by a \"hidden\" enemy with a sinister agenda.\n\nAlmost everything you see on TV is propaganda disguised as entertainment that is run by people with dark agendas. \n\nWelcome to ~~the slave matrix farm~~ Earth." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My husband insists on keeping this one painting of a woman\n#####\nWhen my husband and I first got married and moved in together, we had a few fights. On personal space, on chores… and on décor.\n\nNamely, my husband insisted on keeping this weird painting of a woman.\n\n“Who is she?” I’d asked when I first saw it, leaned against a mountain of moving boxes.\n\n“Dunno. Got it at a rummage sale.”\n\nIt was an original painting. Oil, I think, judging by the way the light reflected off the brushstrokes. It depicted a young woman standing in a dark room, looking over her shoulder at the viewer. She was actually rather beautiful. Blonde hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall. A white cotton dress. A dainty, heart-shaped face that was somehow haunting rather than cute.\n\nShe was illuminated brightly, but the room behind her was dark. The contrast and her pose reminded me a little bit of Girl With A Pearl Earring. But it didn’t feel classy, or pensive, or beautiful. Instead it felt… creepy.\n\nEspecially because my husband insisted on hanging it above our bed.\n\n“I mean, it’s a beautiful painting,” I said. “But it just doesn’t fit with the modern décor.”\n\n“Neither do your Funko Pops.”\n\n“Okay, but they’re small. This painting is enormous. For Pete’s sake, the woman is nearly life-sized!”\n\n“I want to keep her where she is.”\n\nIt seemed like a big deal to him, so I dropped it. But it wasn’t easy. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night with the horrible feeling that I was being watched. Then I’d look up and see her haunting gray eyes staring down at me.\n\nI didn’t get much sleep after that.\n\nAnd there was the one time I swear she moved. “Was her hand always like that?” I asked Eric, after getting into bed one night.\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Her left hand. The fingers are kind of open, reaching out behind her. Like she’s waiting for someone to grab her hand.”\n\n“Yeah, she was always like that.”\n\nI could’ve sworn she wasn’t always like that. Then again, I generally avoided looking at the painting. It was so uncomfortably realistic. When I stared into those gray eyes, I almost felt like I was making eye contact with a person.\n\nI lasted two weeks. Then I begged Eric to move it.\n\n“Can we please move the painting somewhere else? I really hate looking at it when I’m going to sleep.”\n\n“It’s the nicest piece of art we have. It belongs above the bed.”\n\n“What about the sunflower one?”\n\n“That’s just a print,” he complained. “And it’s so basic.”\n\n“Come on. I’ll move my Funko Pops out if you move the painting out.”\n\nHe heaved a long sigh. “Fine. I’ll move her.”\n\nThat was another thing. He often referred to the painting as “her.” It was weird.\n\nSo he moved it to the stairs. But honestly, that was worse. Every time I went downstairs, there she was. Staring at me from above the landing with those piercing gray eyes. At least when the painting was in the bedroom, I was usually asleep or facing the opposite direction.\n\nI hit my breaking point a few days after that.\n\nFor some reason I couldn’t sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour, I decided to grab a snack downstairs. I got to the top of the stairs… and there she was.\n\nI hadn’t turned on the main lights—only the nightlight in the hall bathroom was on. With everything so dark, the background of the painting melted into the shadows. But the woman still stood out, with her pale face and white dress.\n\nAnd my stupid, sleepy brain interpreted it as an actual person standing there.\n\nI jumped about a foot in the air. And I would’ve fallen all the way down the stairs, had I not caught the banister at the last second.\n\n“Can we pleeeease get rid of that painting?” I asked the next morning.\n\nEric turned away from the stove, set the spatula down. “Why?”\n\n“Last night, it scared the frick out of me. I nearly fell down the stairs.”\n\nHe stared at me, as if unable to understand. “She… scared you?” he asked slowly.\n\n“Well, more like startled me. I thought it was actually a person standing there.”\n\nHe looked at me.\n\nThen he broke into laughter. And, after a few seconds, I started laughing too. It was pretty stupid, now that I thought about it. I know I was sleepy, but still—I thought the painting was a person?! What, did I think we were being burglarized by a young, beautiful, blonde woman in a nightdress?\n\n“For now, I’ll move her into my office. Then you don’t have to look at her at all.”\n\n“That sounds good.”\n\nAnd for a while after that, things were okay. I sort of noticed Eric spending more time in his office than usual, but he also had a big deadline for a brief coming up. And what, how would that be related to the painting, anyway? It’s not like he was staring at her for hours on end.\n\nExcept that’s exactly what I caught him doing.\n\nOne night he didn’t come downstairs to eat dinner with me. I called up to him a few times. No reply. So I went upstairs and walked into his office—to find him staring at her.\n\nHe was just sitting there. With his computer closed. No papers on the desk. Swivel chair turned towards the woman in the painting.\n\n“Oh,” he said suddenly, when I walked in. Then he quickly stood up. “I was just about to come down. Just sent in the brief a few minutes ago. They’re really happy with it.”\n\nHe smiled broadly at me, as if nothing were wrong, and then slipped past me. I listened to his footsteps thump down the stairs.\n\nHad he actually just finished working?\n\nOr was he just sitting in here… staring at her?\n\nI ultimately decided not to bring it up. The painting was out of my sight and that was great. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry, like my own deadline coming up for an article I hadn’t even started.\n\nBut then, on Friday afternoon, I accidentally overheard him on the phone. His voice was muffled through the thick wooden door, but it wasn’t hard to hear him. He was shouting, almost.\n\n“I’ll have it in by tonight—”\n\n“No, I knew it was due on Wednesday—”\n\n“Well, my wife fell down the stairs. I had to take her to the hospital.”\n\nThose words sent a chill through me. I barged in.\n\n“Why are you lying about me falling down the stairs?”\n\nHis face paled. He ended the call and turned towards me. “I’m so sorry, Tara. But I needed an excuse. I missed the deadline on that brief, and it’s my job on the line—\"\n\n“The brief you told me you finished two days ago?”\n\nHe nodded, silently.\n\nI crossed my arms. “Look, Eric, your work is your business. But we’ve spent, like, all of one hour together all week. Because you’ve been locked in here all day, every day. I mean, are you even working? Or are you just sitting in here, staring at her?”\n\nHis dark eyes locked on mine. And then his voice grew soft. \n\n“You’re jealous of her.”\n\n“… What?!”\n\n“You shouldn’t be, Tara,” he said, stepping towards me. “The painting makes her prettier than she was.”\n\nI froze. Stared at him.\n\nThen I finally found the words. “Are you saying… this is a painting of someone you know?”\n\n“No,” he said slowly. “Sorry, I misspoke. I meant, whoever this is a portrait of, I’m sure it’s a flattering likeness. All portraits are flattering like that.”\n\nI stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest.\n\n“Who is this a painting of, Eric?”\n\n“I told you, it’s not—”\n\n“Eric.” I stepped towards him. My legs felt weak, wobbling underneath me. “Who is this a painting of?!”\n\nHe only shook his head.\n\n\\\\\\\n\nI couldn’t sleep that night.\n\nI know, it sounds silly, being so worked up over a painting. But you have to admit it was weird. He was obsessed with this thing, for whatever reason. Why didn’t I see the painting when we were dating? Did he hide it away in the basement?* That was the one place I’d never been. Had he built a little shrine down there, painting, candles, the whole nine yards?\n\nThe thought of it made me sick.\n\nIs it an ex-girlfriend? An ex-wife, even, that he never told me about? Getting a painting commissioned must have cost a fortune. Especially a huge, detailed one like this. I mean, as much as I hated that thing, it was clearly done by someone incredibly gifted. The glint in those piercing gray eyes, the small dimple on her right cheek…\n\nBut clearly he wasn’t keeping it to appreciate the artistry.\n\nHe knew her.\n\nAnd whoever she is, he’s obsessed with her.\n\nAnd then I got the craziest idea.\n\nI sat up in bed. Slowly, quietly. Turned to Eric. He was fast asleep. Then I slipped out from underneath the covers, grabbed my phone from the nightstand—and tiptoed out of the room.\n\nMy bare feet padded softly across the hallway as I made my way towards his office. Then I pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside.\n\nThe office was cold—much colder than our bedroom. Goosebumps pricked up my bare arms. But I didn’t waste any time. I reached over, fumbling across the wall, and hit the switch.\n\nThe light flicked on.\n\nThe blonde woman stared down at me from the wall. Her eyes seemed to follow me as I took Eric’s leather chair and dragged it across the hardwood. Once against the wall, I stepped up onto it.\n\nWe were staring at each other, face to face.\n\nI’d never been this close to the painting before. My face inches from hers. This close, I could truly appreciate the detail. Each individual eyelash painstakingly drawn, curving up from its follicle. Threadlike striations of light and dark gray filling her irises. Her skin, so pale and creamy, dotted with the tiniest of pores.\n\nBut I wasn’t here to appreciate the artwork.\n\nI lifted my phone—and took a photo.\n\nThen I brought up a reverse image search.\n\nIt took a few minutes for me to find the right website and upload the photo. But when the results loaded… I gasped.\n\nI expected maybe one result, if I were lucky. Some sort of facial recognition that would match the painted face to a photo. Or, maybe the artist’s website would come up, and mention who the subject was. But instead—dozens of thumbnails filled the page. Of the exact same painting I’d been staring at for weeks.\n\nFingers trembling, I clicked on the first one. It led to a news article.\n\nSearch Continues for Missing Franklin Art Student\n\nMy heart dropped. Little black dots danced in my vision. I collapsed into the chair behind me, trembling, and began to read.\n\nAnya Kelsing, 23, went missing after a hike with her boyfriend…\n\nThe two became separated when they came upon a bear…\n\nHer backpack was found roughly a mile from where the sighting occurred, but no trace of Anya was found…\n\nAnd the caption under the painting.\n\nKelsing is a third-year student at Franklin College, majoring in Fine Arts. She recently completed a self-portrait that was exhibited at Le Coeur (above)\n\nI clicked on the next article, and the next—but they all said the same thing. Hike, bear, disappearance. All of them showed a photo along with her self-portrait; she looked strikingly identical to her painted likeness. None of them mentioned the boyfriend’s name, but it had to be Eric. The most recent article, from five years ago, was a video clip of her parents begging for her search to continue. Sadly, judging by the news articles, it never did.\n\nI don’t know how long I sat there. All I know is that I was suddenly jolted from my thoughts by a loud thump in the hallway.\n\nFootsteps. Coming towards the office.\n\nI shot up. He can’t find me here. I glanced around the room, looking for someplace—any place—that I could hide. But it was probably too late. Surely he’d seen the light on, from under the door…\n\nI ducked under the desk just as he stepped into the room.\n\n“Tara?”\n\nI clapped my hand over my mouth, trying to silence my ragged breathing. He’s going to see the chair out of place. He knows I’m here. He knows…\n\n“Tara, you in here?”\n\nWhy did I hide? I could’ve just said I came in here because I heard a noise. Needed a pen. Couldn’t sleep. Why the fuck did I hide? Now he’s going to know that I know…\n\n“Tara?”\n\nBut maybe it’s fine. Maybe the bear got Anya, maybe Eric had nothing to do with it. Isn’t that more likely than Eric being a murderer?\n\n“There you are.”\n\nI looked up—and screamed.\n\nEric was crouched there, in front of the desk, staring at me.\n\n“I—I was looking for a pen,” I stuttered, lamely. “I wanted to write down—I remembered I have to pick up groceries tomorrow and I needed to add something…”\n\nHe tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t think that’s the truth, Tara.”\n\nMake a break for it.\n\nI started to lunge out from under the desk. His hand quickly shot out and grabbed my wrist. Hard. “You figured out who she is, didn’t you? That’s the only reason you’d be hiding from me.”\n\nI trembled in his grasp. “What did you do to her?” I whispered.\n\nHe let out a dry laugh. “So you think I’m a murderer. How nice, that’s the first conclusion you jump to.”\n\n“No—no, I don’t think you’re a murderer.” I swallowed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. If he killed her, and he knows you know… then you’re dead too. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Just… what happened? They didn’t find a body. Did the bear get her?”\n\nHe didn’t reply. Just stared at me, silently, with those cold dark eyes.\n\n“I was jealous,” I continued, desperately, “but now I understand. I wish you’d just told me. To lose someone like that… of course you’d want to keep the painting. It’s all you have left of her.”\n\n“You should have just left it alone,” he said, his tone oddly emotionless. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”\n\nI screamed as he lunged for me.\n\nIt’s over. His hands were clenched tight on my wrists as he dragged me out from under the desk. I pulled back, trying to wrench myself free, but it was no use—\n\nThump!\n\nA loud crash sounded behind us. Eric whipped around, and for a split second—his grip released.\n\nI acted instantly. Pulled free from him and ran, pivoting around the desk and racing towards the door. As I glanced back, I saw Eric, starting after me.\n\nBut I also saw what had made the noise.\n\nThe painting of Anya had fallen from the wall. It lay askew on the floor, her gray eyes staring emptily upwards.\n\n\\\\\\*\n\nI was always a fast runner.\n\nEric was only halfway down the stairs by the time I was at the bottom. Bursting out into the cold air, I began to scream. He grabbed me from behind and tried to pull me back inside, but it was too late. Lights were flicking on. Our neighbor rushed out of his house, dialing 911.\n\nIt was over.\n\nThe police arrested Eric for assault. And once I told them my story, of his obsession with Anya’s painting, they were able to search our house. And hidden in his office drawer, in a small box, was a pair of gold earrings.\n\nThe same earrings Anya wore on the hike that day.\n\nThe case is slowly mounting against him. I’m hoping, praying Anya gets justice and that a jury convicts him of her horrible murder.\n\nAnd would he have done the same to me, if I hadn’t escaped? If Anya’s painting hadn’t fallen off the wall?\n\nThere was an explanation, of course. When Eric had moved the painting to his office, he’d mistakenly installed one of the hangers into pure drywall. The weight of the painting had caused it to rip out, and the painting fell.\n\nBut sometimes, I think Anya was watching over me. That her self-portrait carried a piece of her. And that night, she’d protected me from falling victim to the monster who ended her life.\n\nThe painting now hangs up in my foyer. Every day I walk by it, and new details pop out at me: the deep, shadowy green of the room behind her. A perfectly-painted strand of blonde hair. The glint in her piercing gray eyes.\n\nAnd sometimes, I think she’s smiling back at me." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "my friend thought I was afk and I heard her conversation with her mom\n#####\nso recently a friend from school tested positive and she's been lonely, so I mentioned Minecraft in a convo one day and long story short I gave her my gamertag and we've been playing together for a few days. we don't say much but we call while we play sometimes. yesterday I went afk but we didn't mute, so she started talking to her mom after a minute. I was just by my phone doing something else so I heard. she had a convo that went similar to this:\nmom: who are you playing with?\nfriend: my friend from school, they've been playing mc with me while I'm quarantining\nmom: oh that's sweet, what're they like?\nfriend: they're really nice. we don't say much but they're really funny\nmom: aww, I'm glad someone is keeping you company\nfriend: yeah it really means a lot to me, they're a really good friend\nshortly after that she stopped and I came back, acting like I hadn't heard a thing.\nit really made me happy. I have very few friends and I don't open up a lot, and I was worried I was annoying her. it's nice to hear her say she liked my company, especially not because I asked her or something, she just said it. I've been thinking about it all day. I can't wait until she's better, one day I might try being myself a little more. it made me happy" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TwoXIndia." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "How do you find out a guy’s ahem size without being too weird?\n#####\nI took a huge break from dating because I was still hung up on my ex. I don't want to eventually get married off by my parents and that fear has made me get back into actively dating. I want to find someone for myself.\n\nAnyway, I know I am going to come off as a bit shallow for talking about size. My first serious bf was big and there are many reasons why I miss him and his size is honestly one of them. I have dated smaller guys since, I don't have a problem with it really. The username I have was when I was in my phase where I was lying to myself I didn't really care. Truth is, it matters for me, and it is just personal preference.\n\nNow, my question is, how do I find out how big someone is before getting too involved. I have tried asking some outright and it goes terribly, they lie a lot of times, and never stop talking about sex once I bring up such a topic, etc. I don't want that. But I also realize it is a weird topic, and I have no idea how to find out. I know it's a stupid post probably. But any advice is appreciated.\n\nEdit: I can't understand how men are commenting on this post. I don't mind it, but is something going wrong here? The flair does not mention All." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I’m in love with my gym bro\n#####\nI (Male 22) fell in love with my gym bro (Male 24). Problem being, I thought I was straight.\n\nThis all started a few months ago, I noticed this guy at my gym and I knew something was immediately off. I was like nervous to even look at him, but I decided to get rid of that nervousness and just talk to him. He was actually really nice and funny and we quickly became buddies. Then about two weeks later my girlfriend broke up with me. I told him that and we had a heart to heart where he casually came out as gay. But that initial offness that I felt when I first saw him didn’t go away, and I quickly started to piece together that it was the same feeling I get when I look at a really pretty girl. \n\nAnd over the months it’s been increasingly hard to be near him because he’s just so…gorgeous I guess. Whenever I go to sleep, I just imagine him there snuggled up to me. I just wanna text him all the time…and I just wanna kiss him so bad. I guess this is me coming out as bi…I met a beautiful guy at the gym and we became best friends, I love his personality, he makes me laugh nonstop, and ngl he’s mad thick. I wanna ask him out so bad\n\nUpdate: at the gym rn, we’re gonna do our sets and when we leave ima walk him to his car and tell him. Thanks for the courage everyone!\n\nupdate 2: I’m fucking crying in my car rn holy shit. He said yes. So I walked him to his car and I told him. And bruh…the way I couldn’t speak lmao I was so nervous. But basically, he said he kinda thought I was into him cause “I can only catch you respectfully staring at my butt so many times before it’s a little sus”. But I told him that I’m bi…and we’re going on a date Friday. But like bruh…he looked so flustered and cute when I told him…he had the prettiest smile lmao. And for the people saying stuff about my vocab and texting…I’m a history major, not smart…my vocab consists of “I guess”, “like”, “idk”, “bruh”, and “fucking”. But anyways…I guess we’re a little more than just gym bros now…I seriously couldn’t have done this if this didn’t get so much random ass support lmao. Anyways…I’m fucking shaking…I actually did it…bruh I love him so much…so so so fucking much. Thank you for the support!\n\nUpdate 3: https://twitter.com/lilstupidwhore/status/1521696754567163904?s=21&t=qP69rlQ9PaNI4GPZbmM7IA\n\nUpdate 4: Hey there, I know I’ve been gone for a long ass time lmao. But I had to take a social media break just because like…I was just really overwhelmed I guess with all the attention this post got. Some of you were asking about update 3, it was just me talking on Twitter about the insecure assholes calling me a woman for sharing emotions lmao. I deleted it cause I felt a bit embarrassed having my voice on the internet lmao…I’m too introverted for that shit. But I will be making occasional updates on my Twitter I guess. As for how me and my man are doing…it’s better than I could’ve asked for…I know we haven’t been together super long I guess…but…he just like…idk…I’ve just never felt more appreciated by someone…so yeah, he’s got me wrapped around his finger hella hard lmao. But I think I’m just gonna ultimately log out of this Reddit account but still keep the post up for you guys…just know my Twitter is where I’ll be making updates occasionally." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for cancelling mother's day celebration that I arranged for my wife after hearing what she told my son?\n#####\n\n\nI (M/37) have a 13 y.o son. I was a widower when I met my now wife. She has a 16 y.o daughter from another relationship. The family is often on pretty good terms. My son is the quiet one in the house, he keeps to himself a lot but not to the point of being concerning. My wife and stepdaughter are the complete opposit. They both encourage him to be outgoing and share activities and join gatherings with extended family. My son complained about having to be forced out of his comfort zone and having his need for space invalidated. I spoke to both my wife and stepdaughter and asked them to give him space and freedom to spend his time however he wanted. they apologized and promised to let him be.\n\nAs mother's day was approaching I wanted to throw my wife a surprise mother's day celebration. It was no longer a surprise because my stepdaughter gave her the heads so she could prepare. Yesterday I got off work earlier than usual to get final arrangements done (we planned to celebrate at the restaurant and invited her family there) I had the key and while I was entering the house through the front door I overheard my wife and stepdaughter talking to my son. My wife was asking my son if he could convince me to let him stay home and not go with them to the restaurant to celebrate. I paused and decided to keep listening. My son said why and she told him that his introverted and socially inept \"attitude\" will make her family uncomfortable and will ruin the mood. He promised her that he'd be well behaved and would try to interact and socialize with everyone but she said that she wasn't buying it. He kept reassuring her but she snapped and told him that technically, she's not his mom so she didn't get why he wanted to celebrate mother's day with her so badly. My stepdaughter threw some (I don't remember) backhanded comment and then both of them were shocked to see me standing there. Both were staring without saying anything. I told my son and his stepsister to go to their rooms then told my wife that the celebration was off, cancelled. she tried to argue asking why repeatedly and I told her why. She tried to explain that she didn't mean it like that and that I only heard part of the conversation but not all of it. I told her I was done arguing and the decision was already made. She yelled asking what she was going to tell her family and said that I was making tremendous mistake towards her.\n\nI ignored her while she kept throwing tantrum after a tantrum. Early this morning she took my stepdaughter and went to stay with her folks. not a single call or text from her so far. Situation is full of tension. I'm upset still but more hurt to be honest. I mean yes I did say I was going to havw this celebration but I thought that what she said to my son was too harsh to ignore." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for walking out of the Airport when I saw my husband's mom standing there with her luggage?\n#####\n\n\nI F30 don't have the best relationship with my husband's mom. Since day one she tried to make remarks and compare me to her ??. She then tried to get on my good side and started overly praising everything I do and sometimes even copying me like that one time when she LITERALLY dyied her hair purple just like mine and when everyone pointed out how ridiculous she looked, she actually blamed me and accused me of trying to make a joke out of her.\n\n\n\nSo, Anyways! My husband and I took 2 weeks off work to go visit some places out of the country - tourism in other words. Thing is I was the one who saved up for and arranged for the trip (my husband was responsible for booking the tickets). My husband's mom wanted to come along and threw temper tantrums when I said no. She called, texted, sent people to talk to me into letting her come, even threatened to call the police and make some complaint up to get us to stay if she can't come. My husband said we should just take her but I told him he was wrong to tell her about the trip in the first place. He gave me an ultimatim. said he wouldn't go if she can't come and I told him I'd gladly call his bluff which made him take his words back and say \"FINE! I will tell her to stop it because we won't take her\".\n\nThings got quieter, suspeciously quieter. the day of the trip came and we got to the airport at 2pm. My husband was walking ahead of me and was looking left and right like he was looking for someone. I asked him but he didn't respond. He lead me to the waiting area and first thing I saw was his mom standing there with her luggage . I froze in my spot, I felt a cold wave washing over me and I was fuming inside. She and my husband were hugging that's when I quietly turned around and started walking towards the exit. My husband followed me while shouting at me to stop. he tried to stop me but I told him off the harshest way possible. He tried to say I was overreacting and that his mom was there \"anyway\" and I should let it go and not mess the trip up for us. I told him he and his mom could still go and that I was going home.\n\nI went home and sobbed into my dog's fur for several minutes. turned out he booked her a ticket without me knowing. an hour later he came home yelling and raging about how pathetic and spiteful I was to walk out and go home and ruin the trip last minute. I told him he caused this to happen. he said that I was being so hard on his mom it's ridiculous. I refused to fight any more but he kept on berating me then called my family to tell them that the trip was cancelled and that it was because of me. My family said that I shouldn't have ruined it for myself and should've sucked it up and done my best to enjoy.\n\nDid I really overreact?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I, a student teacher, secretly corrected my student's spelling test so the class can get a pizza party\n#####\nI started student teaching in a 4th-grade special ed class in September. My teacher told her students that if all 12 of them get 100% on their spelling tests, we can have a pizza party. So far, that has not happened yet. This past Monday, my teacher told them “This is Ms. K’s last week with us. Let’s all work really hard to finally get that pizza party.” The kids were really excited. During their free time, they would all study their words. I never saw them work so hard.\n\nWhat makes this situation difficult is the bullying between Gabby and Sam. Sam has severe dyslexia and struggles with spelling. Gabby constantly picks on Sam for it. My teacher and school take this seriously and intervenes. However, Gabby still picks on Sam.\n\nAfter my teacher said “Let’s all work really hard to finally get that pizza party,” Gabby shouted back “Can you make sure that Sam studies since she’s really bad at spelling?” We addressed this with Gabby. Even though she is only 9, she pisses me off with her passive-aggressive comments. Sam practiced really hard for the spelling test. I even stayed after school Thursday to help Sam study.\n\nOn Friday morning right before the test, she was crying because she didn’t want to be the only student to fail and ruin the pizza party. I told her that she worked so hard this past week and she is smart.\n\nFor the spelling test, our teacher will say the spelling word out loud and the students will write it. 11 of the students have the same words. Sam has a slightly different set of words which are a bit easier. My teacher whispers Sam’s words to her. When the teacher does this, Gabby will sometimes snicker. I can’t fucking stand this. We addressed this before, but Gabby still doesn’t change her behavior.\n\nI finally lost it. This past Friday, Gabby snickered again. I went up to Gabby and angrily whispered “I will take your test and fail you right now if you don’t stop. And you will ruin the pizza party for everyone. Stop it.” She started crying in her seat. I didn’t care. Maybe it will finally get through to Gabby.\n\nOnce the kids are done, I walk around and collect all the tests. The kids go to lunch, and my teacher gives me the tests to grade. She leaves for lunch duty. I start grading each test and it's 100% after 100%. I am so proud of my students. I get to Gabby’s test and it's 100%. I finish grading and every single test is 100%. I feel so proud and excited for them. But then I realize, I only collected 11 tests. Sam’s test is on my teacher’s desk.\n\nI go through her test and she is spelling all the words correctly. I never felt so proud. But then, it hits me. The very last word which is always a “challenge word\" is spelled wrong. She wrote “because” as “becuase”. I am still proud of her because she got 9/10 correct. She never scored that high before. And sight words are very challenging. But all the students will figure out that Sam “ruined” the pizza party for them. Even if we don’t announce who failed, they will figure it out.\n\nI could talk to my teacher about letting them have the pizza party anyway- but my teacher is a stickler for the rules. “Everyone needs to get a 100%.” I can’t let Sam feel like a failure or get bullied. So, I erased the “u” and the “a” and switched them. Sam probably won’t notice. And I won’t tell Sam or she will feel bad. She will eventually learn how to spell \"because\". I need her to have her moment.\n\nThe kids came back from recess and were told the good news. They were so excited. Sam was so proud of herself! I come back on Monday for the pizza party!" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "UPDATE AITA for walking out of the Airport when I saw my husband's mom standing there with her luggage?\n#####\nHello!.\n\n\nI don't know where to begin...it's been an absolute nightmare recently. And I feel like I was losing my sanity.\n\nSo for more details about my situation. I have to admit that my husband's mom favors him over all his siblings. this affected his relationship with them and me as well. He's never seen an issue with how differently his mom treats him, it bothered me and made me feel uncomfortable. The whole dynamic made me feel uncomfortable. Going Low contact has never even been an option. Like he has to see her or call her everyday.\n\nMost of his siblings don't talk to him and I 100% believe it's because of his mom's favoritism like I said. He does bare some blame for not seeing how wrong this is til this day.\n\nIn many instances I found myself making excuses for his behavior. Even in my post. I did it spontaniously and I don't know why. But I guess it's because of how much I love him and because I really really wanted to be able to work things this type of things out without letting them affect our marriage.\n\n\nregarding what happened with the trip, He tried to have a talk with me and most of what he said came from place of blame, Blame towards me. I just couldn't continue with this argument. I told him I needed space and that I would be going to stay with my sister for a while. He didn't take it well, he literally got up from the couch and opened the door telling me to go right then. In that moment and seeing how he was still not even anywhere near understanding what he has done just....made things perfectly clear to me. I just had pictured years and years of my life being lived like that and I was like no...I can't do it, Can't take anymore of it especially when he keeps focusing on being right every time. His mom can do no wrong. I'm always the aggressive, crazy, jealous, pathetic, overreactor.\n\nAll these people's opinions, advice and concerns were like a spark...like the wake up call I really needed. Though I wish that it didn't get this far but what's done is done.\n\n\nRight now I'm staying with my sister (I brought my dog with me as well) He sent me his last message telling I'm the one choosing to end what we had together but I believe it's the other way around, especially with how he keeps making his mom the victim in this situation. It's become clear now that we keep going in circles with no end in reach and I'm just so exhausted and overwhelmed. I'm not mad at him and don't expect him to change but...at least I'm given options to decide what's best for me and my future even if it's seperation and divorce.\n\nA big thank you to those who reached out with resources that I feel very very lucky to have come across. Just wanted to give you an update since many of you asked for it." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I left my wife because I’m sick of everything needing to match her “aesthetic”\n#####\nI know it seems like a dumb thing to end my marriage over. But after dealing with this for so long I’m finally done. \n\nMy wife and I are both in our 30s. We have a daughter. My wife has always been pretty into appearances but it was never that bad. She just wanted things to look nice when people came over. \n\nThen she started a Instagram page for moms and got a massive amount of followers, about 400 thousand since our daughter was born. Ever since then I feel like I don’t live in a house I live in an Instagram photo shoot. There can’t be any proof we actually live here. My wife stresses so much about things looking good that she doesn’t actually enjoy the moment. She started a fight with me right after our daughter took her first steps because I had put my drink down on the table behind her and it’s “all she could see” and how she’d need to edit it out of the video. She called me a selfish prick for putting my drink down on a coffee table to watch my daughter take her first steps. \n\nOur daughters bedroom is just a mass of beige and cream, there’s barely any toys in it which was fine while our daughter was small but now she’s getting older. My wife refuses to buy her any toys that don’t match her “aesthetic” My mother took my daughter to the store and let her pick out a toy, she picked out this doll house from this show she watches, she got all of the dolls and furniture, and my wife told her she had to keep it at my mothers house because there was “no place for it at home” (she absolutely had room for it). \n\nMy wife is convinced I’m leaving for another woman, I’m having an affair, etc, but I’m not. I just can’t keep feeling like I live in a museum where I can’t touch or move anything, I can’t even build a blanket fort with my kid without my wife flipping out that they’re “decorative blankets” that she had folded a special way. I’m not going to force my daughter to live in an “aesthetic”.\n\nEditing in, i’ve tried to encourage her to seek professional help, she insists this isn’t a problem and she doesn’t need any therapy." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I'm not pro murdering babies\n#####\nI'm not pro-murdering babies.\n\nI did not write this but this speaks to me.\nThis is how I feel and I will continue to be a voice for all women. \nWe must speak up, stand up for all women's rights because if we don't we will no longer have a voice.\n\nI'm pro-Becky who found out at her 20-week anatomy scan that the infant she had been so excited to bring into this world had developed without life sustaining organs.\n\nI'm pro-Susan who was sexually assaulted on her way home from work, only to come to the horrific realization that her assailant planted his seed in her when she got a positive pregnancy test result a month later.\n\nI'm pro-Theresa who hemorrhaged due to a placental abruption, causing her parents, spouse, and children to have to make the impossible decision on whether to save her or her unborn child.\n\nI'm pro-little Cathy who had her innocence ripped away from her by someone she should have been able to trust and her 11-year-old body isn't mature enough to bear the consequence of that betrayal.\n\nI'm pro-Melissa who's working two jobs just to make ends meet and has to choose between bringing another child into poverty or feeding the children she already has because her spouse walked out on her.\n\nI'm pro-Brittany who realizes that she is in no way financially, emotionally, or physically able to raise a child.\n\nI'm pro-Emily who went through IVF, ending up with SIX viable implanted eggs requiring selective reduction to ensure the safety of her and a SAFE number of fetuses.\n\nI'm pro-Jessica who is FINALLY getting the strength to get away from her physically abusive spouse only to find out that she is carrying the monster's child.\n\nI'm pro-Vanessa who went into her confirmation appointment after YEARS of trying to conceive only to hear silence where there should be a heartbeat.\n\nI'm pro-Lindsay, who lost her virginity in her sophomore year with a broken condom and now has to choose whether to be a teenage mom or just a teenager.\n\nI'm pro-Courtney who just found out she's already 13 weeks along, but the egg never made it out of her fallopian tube so either she terminates the pregnancy or risks dying from internal bleeding.\n\nYou can argue and say that I'm pro-choice all you want, but the truth is:\nI'm pro-life.\nTheir lives.\nWomen's lives.\n\nYou don't get to pick and choose which scenarios should be accepted. It's not about which stories you don't agree with. It's about fighting for the women in the stories that you do agree with and the CHOICE that was made.\n\nSo today my friends remember that women's rights are meant to protect ALL women, regardless of their situation!\nWe need to speak up, protest, vote, run for office whatever it takes to make sure we all have the rights we deserve.\n\n\"Be the change you want to see\"" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My father killed my stepdad\n#####\nSo I am now a 28 year old woman with a two year old daughter that I love more than life itself.\n\nMy father died yesterday. He had testicular cancer that abscised to his brain. It went rather quickly.\n\nWhen I was 10 my stepfather abused me, physically, sexually. Any way you can imagine. My mother turned her head and when I told her slapped me and told me I was lying. My stepfather disappeared one night.\n\nThis is small town Indiana. Roughly a 2000 population town. He went out to the bar and never came back. He was missing and he was never found until about 5 years later his remains were found in the local quarry. \n\nMy dad told me yesterday that he did it. I asked him what happened to my stepdad and he said “there was no other way”. \n\nI’m at peace with this I think. Looking at my 2 year old now and thinking of what my mother did is unimaginable. I just need to let this out and move on." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/LetsNotMeet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "To whoever was in my car with me last night...\n#####\nI'm currently living in my SUV right now, and last night around 12am I parked in a Walmart parking lot to sleep.\n\nIt was one of the worst days I've had in a long time and I was absolutely exhausted, so when I got into the back of my SUV, I fell asleep right away, unfortunately forgetting to lock my doors.\n\nI've always been a very light sleeper, and I'm thankful I am because somehow I woke up, turned around in my makeshift bed to face whoever was now sitting in the driver's seat of my car looking directly at me.\n\nThis where the story somehow gets kind of funny, becuase I was so tired and in such a daze, all I did was continue to shake my head back and forth and say 'no', while reaching across this person's lap and opening the door for them and gesturing for them to leave.\n\nAnd that is why the title of this story is to whoever was in my car with me last night, thank you for getting out and leaving without saying or doing anything else but walking away.\n\nBut I do hope we never meet again." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I’m fucking sick of the constant, blatant, growing misogyny on this site\n#####\nWomen angry that their reproductive rights are being taken away? They should accept the consequences of having sex. \n\nWomen aren’t wanting to have sex with men? They’re the reason men are committing suicide and shooting up schools, because men aren’t wanted any more. \n\nWomen are single handedly destroying the dating world. Feminism is destroying men’s rights. Women asking men to stop hitting on them while they’re grocery shopping is leading to men being lonely and unable to find a partner, because women also don’t swipe on anyone but Chads on dating apps. \n\nWomen are (somehow) the reason why men don’t talk to other men about their issues. Women don’t compliment men enough. Women don’t let men cry. Women don’t try on dates and just want to be impressed and get a free dinner. \n\nI’ve just come from a post where a comment has been upvoted hundreds of times where a guy and his friend were at a bar and saw a woman’s entire breast fall out of her clothes. Instead of telling her, they sat back and stared with sunglasses on and sniggered like schoolchildren, and I’ve been downvoted to oblivion for telling them that’s gross. \n\nI get Reddit is male dominated but it’s getting ridiculous." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TwoXIndia." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "here's a list of myths debunked about Depp/Heard trial\n#####\nSomeone in this community mentioned how they were angry about the society and the topic about actor Amber Heard's current speculation came up so I thought it would be better to share here in this platform about victims of domestic abuse. Neither am I claiming that men cannot be victims nor I'm against men. \n\nTW: contains mentions of r*pe, pedophilia, derogatory remarks against women.\n\nHere's part 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/Deuxmoi/comments/ukgxe8/list_of_ahjd_abuse_myths_debunked/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share\n\npart 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/Deuxmoi/comments/v1bljh/list_of_ahjd_abuse_myths_debunked_part_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My husband asked me out today.\n#####\nWe work at the same place, in different departments. \n\nI was getting some water when I heard a man behind me say shoot your shot! and I turned around and there was my husband walking towards me, water bottle in hand. \n\nI was like “Fancy meeting you here!” \n\nAnd he was like “You’re really cute. Wanna go out with me?“\n\nOf course I said yes. \n\nHis sweet face just lit up. Like, he smiled the same goofy smile he gave me when I said yes the first time, 8 years ago. \n\nAnd I know it’s cheesy and it’s silly and it’s kinda corny, but it made my day.\n\nWe got home and talked about it, and I mentioned hearing the shoot your shot comment. He said he told the guy next to him he was about to ask out the hottie at the fountain. \n\nAnd the guy next to him knows I’m his wife. \n\nAnd he still cheered him on.\n\nAnd it just made it that much cuter." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Can Hollywood please MIX VOLUME PROPERLY! FUCK!\n#####\nI'm so fucking tired of every damn show and movie having music and intense sounds be 800% louder than dialog. I don't want to have to touch the volume on my remote EVER during a show .... Yet I have to constantly be adjusting it just to not get fucking tinnitus! \n\nFUCK you Hollywood directors" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "DirectTV needs to be charged with elderly abuse.\n#####\nMy wife recently started a job at a call center for DIRECTTV. (Well the 3rd party that directtv pays as their customer service)\n\nWe both thought that it would be hard because she was going to be screamed at all day. Instead, it’s gut wrenching to hear that 99.99% of calls are someone over 60 and asking why their bill is a little higher than “NORMAL”. Normal I come to find out is like 250$/mo for most tv packages. \n\nAll of the calls are because they have ANOTHER 3rd party company that sells them promotions (free channels for X time) and promise no strings. Well the string is the channels are like 100$ a channel and automatically start charging u when the trials ends with no warning unless u check your paper bill (because they’re elderly)\n\nMost of the calls are old people literally crying asking why they their bill is 800$ and how they’re on social security and can’t afford that and cancel with like 1k+ debt. \n\nPlease please please inform your elderly that commercial-free tv is like 15$/app and you can watch what you want whenever!! It’s every single call!! \n\nTheir entire business model is to exploit old people they even say in their training that this is how most of their calls go." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Tomorrow, I'm going to ruin his life\n#####\nI have been with him for 3 years now. We planned on getting married when our lives settle down. I wanted to start a family with him, I loved him more than anyone else in this world. I've sacrificed so much for him, moved away from my home, turned down jobs so I could stay with him, and stood by his side as he started to go back to school. I gave him my world.\n\nAnd he cheats on me.\n\nI found out over a month ago. The scumbag got cocky, and I found out he was cheating on me, with 2 different women. One is a TA at his university, the other his best friend's girlfriend. I am livid. I write this post choking back venom. I loved him so much. He was my world, but now he will be the world I burn to nothing but ash.\n\nI pay for everything since he quit his job last year to go to school. I was more than happy to help him, I make enough to support us both. The only upside is the student loans are in his name with no connection to me. It will hurt to push the scumbag out to sea, but I will survive.\n\nI have held out for a month, enough time to create what I call \"The day his world burns\" Tomorrow we are hosting a party. I arranged for his family to come, but my family will sadly not be able to make it. I have packed everything valuable already, and the suitcase is in the back of my car. My brother will come during the event tomorrow, to take the car that is in my name that the dirtbag drives to my parent's house. The joint account, which is all my money anyway, is already empty.\n\nThe event will be great, and he thinks it's for us to announce our engagement to his family. What will happen in reality is I will announce my departure from his life. I have already taken a job out of state, and have lined up a new place to live. I will start by telling everyone what he is into. The screenshots of him asking his friend's girlfriend to piss on him, and the many other fantasies his degenerate mind came up with will be passed around. I will hand him the notice to vacate, as I have already broken our lease. We need to be out by the end of the month. I will then end off by informing him I have already reported he was sleeping with the TA for one of his classes the previous semester to the university and that I am sad I won't see the fallout from that. His friend also has a message for him that I will deliver, informing him that his friend group never wants to see him again as well.\n\nAnd with that, I will leave. I will not look back. I will set his life on fire and walk away.\n\n\n\nedit:\n\n2 hours, and over 5k upvoted. I should have expected my story and plan to get popular. I will update once all is said and done.\n\n\n\nUpdate:\n\nI have made an update. Go find it." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/EscapingPrisonPlanet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "EXTREMELY risky question\n#####\nI’m hesitant to even ask this, but I figure if there ever was a place to, it’d be here. \n\nPerhaps I’m setting myself up for slaughter, but here I go…\n\nI’m very confused with how prevalent sexual/gender identity conflicts have become. In my heart, I do believe that some humans are born in the wrong bodies, thus identify as the opposite sex. I get that and believe that may sometimes be the case.\n\nHowever, I feel that the media is throwing so much of this out there, almost popularizing it to the point that it’s confusing to the younger generations. Basically brainwashing them. \nWith that said, I feel this is some sort of population control method for future generations.\n\nPlease hear me out, I’m not arguing that identity issues don’t exist, I just believe that it’s being used by the powers that be for manipulation.\n\nAny thoughts? I’d prefer not to get screamed at by you more “woke” people. I’ll be straight with you-I’m not very much a fan of that movement. I believe a lot of that is part of the agenda too. Just my cheap two cents." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "If you have \"higher than normal call volume\" every single day, it's not the call volume that's the problem. Hire more fucking people.\n#####\nCompanies took advantage of the covid lockdown to lay off tons of call center staff. Now the pandemic is basically over but somehow call centers are still \"experiencing higher than normal call volumes\". If it's EVERY FUCKING DAY then it's not \"higher than normal\", it's just _NORMAL_ and you need to hire more people to handle the fucking calls. Instead they keep their call centers intentionally short staffed and then complain about how \"nobody wants to work\", meanwhile they're posting record profits left and right. Fuck you, hire people.\n\nEdit: typo" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/prolife." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "BREAKING: DOWN GOES ROE\n#####\nhttps://www.supremecourt.gov/opinions/21pdf/19-1392_6j37.pdf" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Fuck the USA\n#####\nFuck it. I’m tired of having fewer rights than corpses. Than guns. Than old ass men that have no right to have their shriveled hands wrapped around my uterus. I feel like I’m being strangled by my own Fallopian tubes. I want all of them to feel pain and suffering. I wish nothing but misery on anyone celebrating the overturn of Roe v. Wade. I can’t wait to move. And fuck anyone who says, “bUt YoUr NaTiOnAl PrIdE! It’S wOrSe OtHeR pLaCeS.” Fuck you, too.\n\nEdit: \n\nTo those of you who offered support: thank you so much. I am reading through and you have given me hope!\n\nTo those who suggest I move or die: I’m trying. Believe me. Enjoy the brain drain that is inevitable. Have the life you’ve earned. I hope your mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, etc see the hatred you are spewing and realize you would rather have your dick wet than them safe!\n\n[This](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_Women%27s_Liberation_Movement) is my suggestion: all women and people with uteruses should just… stop. Everything. No cleaning, no cooking, no child rearing, no job, etc. If someone says it “doesn’t affect” them, MAKE IT. Definitely sex/dating strike." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Today was a terrible day for our fucking country\n#####\nFUCK ROE V WADE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. They THINK they’re doing this for the right reasons, BUT THEYRE NOT. Yeah sure, abortions hurt, but do you know what hurts more? RAPE, INCEST, CHILDBIRTH?? And what about abortions to save the mother? Mothers who can’t financially afford to have a child? What if a 12 year old gets raped? Do you know how many unwanted pregnancies lead to suicide? How many babies are killed-after birth-due to stressed mothers? A child or teenager can’t deal with the stress of being a mother. A college student can afford to care for a child. What the FUCK did they think they’re doing??? The supreme usually GIVES us rights instead of FUCKJG TAKING THEM AWAY. I don’t know HOW they thought this was a good idea. Since sperm is a living thing, I guess we should just ban cumming. Hell, why don’t we just cut off everyone’s balls while we’re at it? Cant have those poor sperms living like that. Honestly, I’m so fucking mad I just wanna break something." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/rant." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Men who are angry about women getting abortions should stop having sex with women\n#####\nWomen don't make themselves pregnant. If these conservative men don't want to impregnante anyone or cause abortions, they should either remain celibate or get vasectomies. They should also stop visiting prostitutes and having affairs. We all know that condoms are not 100% effective. If all of the conservative men out there would do this, there would be no need for abortions. Stop blaming the women, as if men are not also to blame." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for storming off from my sister's wedding after she deadnamed my son?\n#####\nI'm a 45yro single father of three. Theur mom died 10 years ago. I have 3 sons, 17yro Andrew, 15yro Connor and 14yro Max. Connor was born female, he is trans. He came out as trans 5 years ago, and has now socially transitioned, not yet phisically.\n\nMy sister (38F) just got married. Me and my sons were also invited. My family has known that Connor is trans for 2 years now, some have adjusted well, some not so much. My sister is pretty indifferent about it. \n\nHer wedding was really super well organised to the last detail. She wanted all the men to wear shirt+tie and then women sundresses. I textednher a picture of our outfits the day before the wedding, and she said \"where's Nia's dress?\". I was a bit surprised and told her not to deadname my son and that he'll be wearing a shirt and tie like the rest of men there or we aren't coming. She said \"fine\" and that was it.\n\nAt the reception, my sister got mad that Connor was wearing a tie, but didn't say much after that. When we sat down at our table, the card \"Nia\". I went to my sister and she said she used \"their real name\". I told her me and the boys are leaving and she told me \"don't you dare cause a scene at MY WEDDING, Nia can be a guy any other day\". I called her a bigot and we left. \n\nMy family says I ruined her wedding." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for throwing them out of a house that we own. Son and future In-Laws decide to exclude his family from wedding. They thought son owned the house not us.\n#####\nMy wife and I bought a four bedroom house in PA that my son lives in. Our son went to College in PA and wanted to stay in the area. So we bought the house as a second home, we live in NJ and commute into Manhattan for work. We figured that he would have a place to live and we could visit every so often and spend some quality time together. \n\nWe pay the taxes and services / maintenance on the house, our son pays for his groceries and the house utilities. All was going well for a few years, our son meets a girl and they get serious. We met her and she seems nice enough. The announce their engagement and she moves into the house with our son. \n\nNow for the problem: The wedding !!! \n\nWe hold a little get to know you BBQ at the PA house, my son and daughter are there, as are our sons fiancé and her parents, and sisters. We all seem to be getting along well, my wife, daughter and the fiancé go into the house along with her mother an sisters and my son. A few minutes later my wife and daughter come out and are really upset. The come over and tell me we're leaving and driving back to NJ. I try to find out what happened. Once we get back to NJ and they calmed down they tell me that our son and his fiancé along with her family don't want us at the wedding. According to what I was told \"We're not their kind of people\". I was livid, I called my son and asked him WTH this was about. He tells me that her family feel that we are not good enough and will embarrass them at a family wedding and that we are all uninvited from the wedding. \n\nI let a week go by to calm myself down and drive back to the PA house, the new future in-laws are in the house along with the fiancé. It appears that they all moved into the house They ask me why I'm there, I tell them that since we aren't invited to the wedding, I was coming over to talk to my son. They tell me to leave their house. I lost it, and told them that they had 30 days to get out. Tell my son I'm selling the house and he could find somewhere else to live with all of you. I go to a realtor in town and list the house for sale. \n\nThey call my son at work and tell him what I said. Apparently they thought that he owned the house. He calls me and asks why I'm selling his house, I tell him I paid for it along with the taxes on it and it is mine. He was living there rent free, but since he doesn't want us in his new life, he has to get out. I tell him the same as I told his future in-laws they have 30 days to get out then I'll get a lawyer and get them evicted. \n\nAm I the AH for taking a hard stance on this. He is my son but thein-laws seem to take over and we no longer count." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My late boyfriend’s memorial picture that his family posts whenever they talk about him was his reaction to my boobs.\n#####\nThe picture is beautiful. He had glowing blue eyes and the most beautiful smile. The sun was shining on his golden blonde hair. He looks like an angel in the picture. \n\nThe smile that had been used in every facebook and instagram post was induced by me flashing him to get a nice picture. I forgot about it entirely until I saw an old message to a friend I had sent the picture to before. \n\nSo now, the picture that is mostly posted of him on his family’s social media is his genuine reaction to his girlfriend’s boobs. I think that’s exactly how he would’ve wanted to have been remembered.\n\nEdit: I just checked. It’s also on his obituary." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Every night, my girlfriend wakes me up to tell the exact same joke.\n#####\nBefore i start, i feel like i should let something very clear: I absolutely love Ellen. We've been living together for about three years now, but have known each other our whole lives. In fact, we were childhood friends - and i know this may sound like a fairy tale to some people, but it truly felt like we were always destined to be together. Even after graduation, when we started dating other people, it only felt truly right when we were with each other. So i don't know what took me so long to ask her out, but i'm really glad i did.\n\nWe have the same taste in music, movies, and even food. We laugh at the same dumb jokes, and know exactly how to comfort each other in times of need. She's the kindest, most gentle and loving girl i ever met. We even been talking about our plans for marriage, and how we would like to have kids of our own. That's why it hurts so much how it all went terribly wrong, in just four nights.\n\nI would also like to preface that Ellen doesn't have much of a family other than me, and some very distant aunts that she never met and doesn't even know their names. I was born in a big family, with four siblings and plenty of cousins that were always visiting, and even helping out when we got in trouble. Ellen has none of that. She doesn't have any siblings, and her father was an alcoholic, abusive freak that died when she was young. Her mother was a very kind and inspiring person, that took care of the family by herself for many years. And almost a second mother to myself. So when she passed away last year, it hurt us both for a long time.\n\nBut Ellen stayed strong. She's not the type to let her feelings easily surface, so you gotta be a lot more perceptive to get what she truly feels. I used to proud myself in being capable of that. I felt like i knew her better than i knew myself. That's why this is all so strange, and frankly, terrifying.\n\nWe were sleeping in bed, and i was dreaming. I don't really remember what it was about, but for some reason i'm sure of it. Until i heard her voice, very close to my ear:\n\n''Knock, knock. Knock, knock.''\n\nShe was caressing my hair, gently, while sitting in bed and looking below at me.\n\nI slowly opened my eyes, groggy from sleep.\n\n''Hey... what is it, baby?''\n\nShe kept looking at me, fixated. And repeated:\n\n''Knock, knock. Knock, knock.''\n\nI glanced at the digital clock, on top of the dresser. 3:27 AM. I had work in only a few hours.\n\n''What is it, Ellen?''\n\nShe paused. - ''Please answer the joke, dear. Knock, knock. Knock, knock.''\n\n''Fine.'' - I accepted, mostly because i was expecting some kind of surprise. Ellen wasn't the type to do what she was doing for no reason. - ''Who's there?''\n\nHer smile opened up, and she answered: ''Not me. So don't answer the door.''\n\nI kept looking at her, dumbfounded. What was that supposed to mean?\n\n''Is that it? Is that the joke?''\n\n''Yes'' - She said, laying in the couch and covering herself with a blanket. - ''Thank you for answering.''\n\n''Weirdo.'' - I answered, closing my eyes and going back to sleep.\n\nNext morning, things went as usual. I only remembered the strange conversation while i was alone in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and wasn't even sure if it had truly happened or if it was just a weird dream. So we had our breakfast together, and she was acting normal, reading something aloud from a fashion magazine. Frankly, i wasn't paying much attention. So i took the opportunity to ask about last night.\n\nInitially, she didn't seem to know what i was talking about. Then her eyes fixated on me and the same smile from last night crossed her face, briefly. And i knew it wasn't just a dream. She told me it wasn't anything of importance, and stopped paying attention when i asked more inquisitively. And even though i shouldn't, i gave up. I had work and other matters to attend to, and just brushed off the weird event thinking it wouldn't happen again.\n\nBut the following night, i woke up to her voice.\n\n''Knock, knock.'' - A pause. - ''Knock.''\n\n''What is it now?'' - I said. - ''Ellen, what are you doing?''\n\n''Knock, knock. Knock.'' - She repeated.\n\nThis time, she wasn't even touching me. Just sitting in bed, looking at me with that same smile. But her eyes semeed larger, and she blinked in longer intervals. I looked at the clock. Once again, 3:27 AM.\n\n''Ellen, c'mon. What is it? I got work in a few hours, can't have the luxury of waking up in the middle of the night to answer Knock Knock jokes.''\n\n''Knock, Knock. Knock.''\n\n''This is getting creepy, you know? I'm not sure if this is some gag you've been doing, but i don't like it.''\n\n''Answer it. Knock, Knock. Knock.''\n\nI sighed, but also let a small laugh escape. It was creepy, of course, but she was also my Ellen. So it didn't bother me as much as it should.\n\n''Fine. Who the fuck is there?'' - I answered in a playful tone.\n\n''Not me. So don't answer the door.''\n\nFor some reason, i felt a chill down in my spine. It was the same answer as before, and i still didn't get what it meant. But the way she said it, with a strange, monotone voice, contrasted well with her smile and the fact that i had no idea of what she meant by that.\n\n''What does that mean?'' - I asked. - ''I really don't get it.''\n\nShe just smiled, and went back to sleep. I felt a throb in my heart, but did the same.\n\nNext day, we talked again about what was happening. She was very evasive with my questions, and i barely got her to say anything. It was almost as if she couldn't talk about it, which was very strange, considering we talk about pretty much everything. I told her i needed to be well rested for work, something she should understand well, and wasn't liking her little gag every night. She just nodded. And i decided to not press further, as i didn't want to hurt her feelings and had work to attend to.\n\nWhen i got back home, we had dinner, watched a movie and went to bed.\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\nI opened my eyes faster this time around. In fact, i barely got any sleep - i just knew she would do it again and kept thinking about it the whole time. Glanced at the clock: 3:27 AM.\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\nI thought about ignoring her. Just pretending i was asleep and she wouldn't wake me up. So i closed my eyes slowly, hoping that she hadn't seen me opening them in the first place, and stayed quiet.\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\nShe continued. She didn't stop. I regulated my breathing, but she kept going.\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\n''I'm not answering your fucking joke, Ellen. Stop it.''\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\nI ignored but she kept going. She had never been this insistent with anything before. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting on my nerves, and frankly, i felt scared. Why was Ellen doing this? Why every night, at the same exact time down to the minute? Why wouldn't she let me sleep until i answered her?\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\nI got up in a sudden movement.\n\n''God dammit, Ellen.'' - I was ready for a discussion, but when i finally glanced at her, it was as if the strength was drained from me.\n\nShe wasn't smiling. She wasn't blinking. Just staring right at me, fixated like an animal. And her mouth was moving, slowly, and she didn't stop. ''Knock, Knock''.\n\nI didn't know how to react, or what expression i had when i saw her but my heart skipped a beat. It was terrifying, as if her gaze froze me in place. A thousand-yard stare.\n\n''Knock, Knock''\n\n''Who's there?'' - I asked, feeling as if it was the only way out of that nightmare.\n\n''Not me. So don't answer the door'' - She said, weakly.\n\nEllen slowly closed her eyes and layed down. I kept staring at her while she fell into what seemed to be a deep sleep.\n\nI got up and and left. I walked downstairs and sat down at the couch in the living room, staring at the night sky outside and absorbing the quiet of the neighborhood. My heart was beating fast and it didn't slow down. I was too scared to sleep in the same room as my girlfriend, all because of a fucking Knock Knock joke. But it was unnatural. I thought about calling someone. I thought about it all being some kind of sleep-related issue, such as some type of sleep-walking. But it didn't make any sense.\n\nI felt so tired. And decided that early in the morning, i would call an old friend who's a psychologist and get the opinion of a professional. Something was wrong with Ellen.\n\nI stayed in the couch as the day rose, and once Ellen woke up, she was acting normal again. Even asked me why i wasn't in bed. I didn't answer. In fact, i didn't speak to her and simply left for work. She seemed very upset, but i wouldn't do anything about it. Once i got to work i called my friend, told him everything that was happening in as much detail as i'm describing now. He didn't seem as worried as i figured, but we agreed in making an appointment for next week. Now i just needed to convince Ellen to come with me.\n\nI received plenty of text messages from her. She seemed very worried, sad and even confused. She apologized a lot, and it broke my heart a little. I felt bad. I shouldn't have, but i answered her, and made her promise it wouldn't happen again. I also told her about the appointment, and she seemed reluctant but agreed to go with me. So we made up.\n\nThis was Ellen, after all. The girl i knew ever since i was six years old. The woman i loved and that had taken care of me for years. And as much as that strange behaviour creeped me out, she wasn't doing anything particularly frightening, or even dangerous. So for a brief while, i convinced myself i should give her another chance.\n\nWhen i returned home from work, we stayed together. She even prepared my favorite meal. Ellen was acting as gentle and caring as i always remembered, and i slept with her in our bedroom, even though i was still a bit reluctant.\n\n''Knock''\n\nI couldn't believe it. She promised me she wouldn't.\n\n''Knock''\n\nI gazed at the clock. 3:27 AM. Always.\n\n''Knock''\n\nI was laying on my stomach and i couldn't see her face. In fact, i didn't even bother to look at her. I was feeling more sad than scared, at that point. Sad that she had broken her word.\n\n''Knock''\n\n''Who's there?'' - I answered, determined to just go back to sleep.\n\n''Not me. So don't answer the door.''\n\nI stayed quiet and closed my eyes. I just hoped i would be able to handle it until the appointment next week.\n\nTo my surprise, i was actually able to sleep. Probably because i hadn't been able to rest since last night. The following morning, i went back to not saying anything to Ellen, only very limited responses. I was expecting her to act same as yesterday, trying to apologize, but she didn't. Mostly she didn't say anything, almost as if she had accepted it. She also looked tired, or at least a bit weak.\n\nI went to work, but i couldn't stop thinking about her. Didn't receive any messages either. Once i got back, we had the most silent dinner i ever had in my life. And she barely ate anything.\n\nI decided to let her have the bedroom and sleep on the couch. I wasn't sure if it would stop her, but held on to the hope that she wouldn't go downstairs only to tell me the same Knock Knock joke again. I covered myself with a blanket, shaked off that uneasy feeling and tried to sleep.\n\nI had a deep sleep, without dreams. Felt like i was lost in darkness. Then i heard breathing.\n\nOpened my eyes to see Ellen, standing above me, looking at me with big, fixated eyes and dilated pupils that didn't seem to belong in such a completly neutral expression. Watching me sleep.\n\nI almost screamed in terror. Jumped out of the couch, and her eyes followed me as i stumbled through the dark room, creating distance between us. For a moment i was able to glance at the clock above the table: 3:27 AM.\n\n''Ellen, what are you doing?!'' - I asked, desperate. But she didn't move.\n\nIn fact, she didn't say anything. Just stared at me, as if i was made of glass and she could see right through me.\n\nThen i heard a knock on the front door.\n\nInstinctively, i looked in that direction. It was followed by another knock. And another. Someone almost pounding at the door.\n\nI glanced back at Ellen, and she was still staring at me. Slowly, i got closer to the door and she didn't move. The pounding continued.\n\n''Who's there?!'' - I screamed.\n\nIt stopped. And then, i heard a voice.\n\n''John? John, can you hear me? Open the door, please! John, please open the door!''\n\nI froze in place. The voice kept calling me. But i couldn't believe it. It was Ellen's voice, coming from the other side of the door. But it couldn't be.\n\n''I beg you, John! Open the door, it's serious! She's not me, i swear! She's not me!''\n\nSlowly i turned my head to look at Ellen, standing in front of the couch. She was looking at me, the same fixated eyes and a terrible, wide grin across her face.\n\nThe pounding continued. ''John, open the door! Please, you have to trust me!''\n\nI stayed still, not knowing what to do. And i don't remember what happened after that.\n\nI just woke up in my bedroom. The digital clock indicates it's 4:21 AM. Ellen isn't by my side, i'm completly alone. I'm trembling, uncontrollably and i don't know what's going on. I don't remember what happened after i saw her terrible grim. I don't know if i opened the door.\n\nI tried to look for my phone, see if i could call the police, or at least someone that i know. But i left it downstairs. All i have is Ellen's laptop, and it's where i'm writing this right now, to get advice. Because i can't go downstairs. The corridor is dark, very dark, almost as if the shadows were leaning into the room. And i can hear a faint, scratching sound coming from below.\n\nWhat should i do?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The James Webb Telescope discovered something terrifying in deep space\n#####\nI work for NASA as an astronomer, and there are certain things we keep hidden from the public. No, the Earth isn't flat, and aliens don't control the government. Fuck, I wish those were the case, as the truth is much, much worse.\n\nIn 1993, the Hubble Space Telescope saw a star disappear. It didn't go supernova, or die naturally, it simply went dark, over the span of a few minutes. This star was already too faint to see with the naked eye, and ground-based telescopes had trouble picking it out from among the surrounding stars, so the event wasn't widely known to the public. At the time, we thought the most likely explanation was that a cloud of interstellar dust had drifted between Earth and the star, occluding it from view. It was noted and mostly forgotten about.\n\nIn 2007, two more stars vanished. Due to the circumstances of this event, this was much more concerning. The two stars in question were part of a binary system, orbiting each other at a fairly close distance. If a cloud of interstellar dust was the culprit again, they would have both seemed to disappear simultaneously, or very close to it. Instead, both stars faded individually over a period of minutes, separated by a span of about 8 hours. This binary system was also about 15 light-years closer to Earth than the star that had previously disappeared in 1993.\n\nAfter carefully reviewing millions of Hubble images, two more stars were identified which had 'gone out', in the years 1995 and 2002. These were all in the same stellar neighborhood, only a handful of light-years from each other. The only conclusion we could draw was that some unknown influence, traveling close to the speed of light, was shrouding (or destroying) these stars. Unfortunately, the Hubble wasn't sensitive enough to tell us any more than that.\n\nThe James Webb Space Telescope first came online a few months ago. Although official channels will tell you that it's still undergoing testing, we have been actively collecting data since early February. One of the first things we did was to aim the telescope at the regions of space occupied by the vanished stars. If they were being blocked by dust clouds (a hope some of us still held onto), the increased sensitivity of the JWST may have been able to see through them and confirm that the stars were still there. Unfortunately, we had no such luck. The first 3 stars that had disappeared were still completely dark. Gravitational wave detectors, though, soon found something odd. In all cases, not only were the stellar masses still present, but the amount of mass had actually increased. More sensitive observations had also detected a type of 'string', or 'web' stretching through space connecting these now-invisible stars.\n\nWhen we trained the telescope on the binary system that had vanished in 2007, which was the nearest point at which this phenomenon had so far been observed, there was finally enough ambient EM spectrum radiation left to try a mass spectrometer reading. If you're not aware, mass spectrometry is an incredibly useful process, where by measuring the patterns of light wavelengths emitted or reflected by an object, we can learn tons of useful information, such as its temperature, speed and direction of movement, and chemical composition. The readings we got from the binary stars didn't make any sense, though. First of all, they were cold - almost as cold as the surrounding interstellar medium. Whatever had happened to these stars had snuffed them out completely, or somehow prevented their light from escaping. What was truly puzzling, however, were the emission lines returned by the mass spectrometer. Several familiar elements, such as Hydrogen, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Magnesium were identified, but these were few and far between. Most of the readings didn't correspond to any known chemical elements, and even seemed to defy what we knew about the physics of light, matter, and chemistry. This massive, star-spanning structure was primarily composed of materials that we didn't even have names for, and may not even have been matter as we understand it.\n\nSpeculation ran rampant. Obviously, such a thing couldn't be a natural phenomenon. Finally, we had proof of extraterrestrial life! But what was this thing we had discovered, and for what purpose was it being built? The leading hypothesis was that we were looking at a series of Dyson Shells - massive solar collectors built to completely envelop stars, in order to capture 100% of their energy output. Such a concept had been envisioned in the early 20th century, as a potential source of energy for an interstellar civilization. Ever since then, the idea had found its way into popular science fiction. The construction of these massive structures had actually been theorized to be one of the first signs of intelligent extraterrestrial life that we may someday detect. It seemed that day was today.\n\nThe theory still didn't explain everything, though. First of all, there was the impossible speed with which the stars were covered. Constructing a Dyson shell from scratch in a matter of minutes was beyond even the wildest speculations of scientists and sci-fi writers. Then there were the mysterious 'filaments' that connected the shells over distances of light-years. No one had any idea what purpose these could serve, or how they could even be built.\n\nEveryone at NASA was fascinated by this mystery. In hindsight, we may have been better off if we had never discovered the truth.\n\nLess than a month ago, the JWST detected a series of unusual energy bursts emanating from interstellar space. These were occurring at the very edge of a star system approximately 12 light-years from the binary system that vanished in 2007. As we focused the telescope on this system, we soon determined that these were not natural phenomena either. The energy signatures, which were still flashing intermittently, matched what would be expected from thermonuclear and antimatter - based explosions, along with several other types of energies that we couldn't identify. These explosions, although still not visible to the naked eye on Earth from that distance, were absolutely tremendous in magnitude - easily billions of times more powerful than any nuke that humanity could conceivably build. \n\n\nAfter experimenting with the telescope's settings, we were able to get a clearer picture of what was going on: The tip of one of the interstellar 'filaments' that linked the Dyson system was passing through the Oort Cloud of the distant star system, approaching its sun. And whoever lived there was fighting back. Their weapons were able to slow the thing's advance, shattering, breaking off, and vaporizing planet-sized chunks of the object, but it seemed to be rebuilding itself almost as fast as it was being destroyed. After less than a week, the explosions stopped. It seems that they had run out of ammunition. In the void between stars, we knew that these things traveled at nearly the speed of light, but as we watched it approach the inner star system, its pace slowed as it swelled in size, preparing to devour the system's star.\n\nWe quickly trained the telescope's mirrors on the doomed sun. We were about to watch whatever this thing was blot out another star, but in real time. We all held our breath as we watched the projected image of the main sequence star, slightly larger than our own sun. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but soon a small shadow appeared on the edge of the luminous orb, soon followed by another shadow, and then a third. The shadows began to converge, forming a strange yet somehow familiar pattern as they blocked out the star's light.\n\n\"What... are those?\" One of my colleagues gasped. \"They almost look like...\" she paused, as if afraid to say the next word for fear of ridicule. I, however, had no such hesitancy.\n\n\"Leaves,\" I said, my voice monotone. The situation was far too incredible to express any emotional reaction, even that of pure shock. \"They look like leaves.\"\n\nWe watched as, over a period of minutes, a web of shadowy outlines, matching the familiar shapes of oblong leaves and thin vines, proceeded to blot out the remaining light from the distant star.\n\nBy that point, everyone in the room had realized the truth. The phenomenon we had been tracking for so many years wasn't some hyper-advanced alien megastructure. Hydrogen, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Magnesium, some of the few familiar elements we had detected? They were all components of chlorophyll.\n\nIt was a plant. An enormous plant that spanned across light-years. And, much like terrestrial plants, it sought out light to fuel itself. The filaments connecting the stars across interstellar space were stems - branches. It would grow in the direction of the nearest stars it sensed, completely enveloping them and then moving on. Any life inhabiting planets orbiting those stars would be left to freeze to death, or perhaps even worse, it was possible that the plant would devour those planets to add to its mass as well. \n\nEveryone was silent as the telescope continued to gather data. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, a young astronomer spoke up from the far end of the room, addressing our supervisor.\n\n\"Sir, we've begun to detect the formation of another tendril, leaving the system. Its vector is...\" he gulped. He didn't need to say any more, but he did anyway. \"It's heading directly for our sun.\"\n\n\"How much time do we have?\" the supervisor replied grimly.\n\n\"Judging by the time lag, distance, relativistic properties, and previously observed speeds of this... thing, I'd estimate no more than twenty-seven years, sir.\"\n\nTwenty-seven years. We had just watched this galactic weed overwhelm a civilization that was, at the very least, thousands of years ahead of us technologically, and we had less than three decades.\n\nI'll probably be found and silenced for posting this. But I don't care. I have to tell someone. I can't keep this a secret any longer. When the sun turns black and the world begins to freeze, at least you'll have some idea of what's going on, small comfort it may be." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/prolife." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I am a disabled person, stop using me to justify your abortions.\n#####\nHey there, I am a disabled pro life teen. I have autism, and many other conditions (physical and mental) that affect my life everyday, and mean that there are some things I can not do, or find harder to do that others without my disabilities can. I am here after spending the morning on r/Abortiondebate listening to people telling me I would have been better of aborted. I am not here for sympathy, I am here to share a message to pro choicers: \\\\stop using me to justify your abortions\\\\.\n\n\n\nI am not a burden, my mother is not \"cursed\" with me, I am not something society is stuck with, I am a person just like anyone else is. Yes I have struggles that sometimes mean I need additional help, that does not make me a burden.\n\nI am not \"selfish\" for not wanting my mother to abort me. I am forever grateful to her and my father for choosing life and caring for me all these years, even though I may have been harder to take care of than someone without my disabilities. It isn't selfish or unempathetic to say I don't think she should have been able to kill me.\n\nI am \\not\\ upset I was not aborted, I am not sad that I am alive and disabled, I am happy, I am grateful. I am not some poor suffering dog who should have been \"put down\", I am a person, and I have been a person since I was conceived. If you are telling me I should have been aborted because of the \"burden\" I am not, you are telling me I should be dead now too.\n\nI do apologise for the rant however it does need to be said. I am disabled, I am not an \"option\" or a choice, I am not a burden, and killing me would have not have been mercy, it would have been murder." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The homeless in my neighborhood don't just want change\n#####\n Two whole years ago my wife Angie and I decided it was finally time to buy a house. We knew it was anything but a buyer’s market, but we were sick of paying triple what a mortgage would be in rent every month.\n\nI’m sure this story is familiar to some of you and we went through every stage of disbelief, anger and finally apathy after every competitive offer we put together was blown out of the water by a multinational investment corporation. \n\nI’m not mad about the process anymore although it left me questioning where society was headed. \n\nHOW IS THIS LEGAL!! I WENT TO SCHOOL. I PAID OFF DEBT. I GOT A GOOD JOB. I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT TO STILL GET PRICED OUT THE FUCKING CITY I GREW UP IN!!! \n\nPerhaps some anger remains. But after setting our sights on the city’s less desirable neighborhoods we finally got our home. \n\nOn June 1st we moved into a 4,500 square foot colonial. \n\nIt had hardwood floors that patinated like leather and the frosted plaster trim gave the ceilings the look of a wedding cake. The basement was a different story. It wasn’t just unfinished; it was a dank hole in the ground and scribbled on the walls were strange spirals and crude faces.\n\n“Kids.” The realtor had said like she knew who drew the markings. “Fixing up the basement would be quite the value builder!” \n\nSo, sure, the kitchen had composite counters and the basement needed a sign above the entrance that read, “Abandon all hope ye who enter here” but we had a home. And a damn big one at that.\n\nThe catch was that it was a stone’s throw from the freeway and that the area was known for its crime more than anything else. Angie said it was just a steppingstone, we’d bank a year’s worth of mortgage, hope the housing market keeps rocketing and move again in a year. \n\nThere were some flaws in her plan, mainly money, but I didn’t say anything. I figured we’d both adjust to like it there. \n\nThe first few weeks went smooth and me and the wife got to unpacking and introducing ourselves to the neighbors. Maybe it was the threat of crime and that there was comfort and purpose in knowing who you lived next to, but whatever it was our neighbors were incredibly friendly. \n\nWe felt at home quick and while there were some shocks, we made games out of them to take the fear away. \n\nWith the pops that permeated the night we had the game where we guessed whether the sound was fireworks or gunshots. When we passed large turds one of us would point and we played \n\nhuman or dog. \n\nUnfortunately, after just a couple weeks at this game we became experts at differentiating between these. Gunshots carry the sharp crack of the sound barrier being broken while fireworks go boom or pop. As for the poop let’s just say that we hadn’t seen any dogs large enough to lay landmines around town.\n\nThere was a homeless problem there for sure, but they minded their own business. Our neighbors seemed to see right through them. They’d act as if they were ghosts. Like they weren’t even there. Hell, everyone did. \n\nI’d smile and say hello in passing. The least I could do was treat them like human beings.\n\nOne night after a movie I was at the sink washing the popcorn bowl. The window above looks out to our backyard which was heavily wooded for a city lot. When it was dark out, I could only see a sliver of what was outside beyond the reflection of myself in the glass. \n\nI frowned at the shadow of a tall dark stump. I don’t remember a tree there. I swayed on my feet to see past my reflection. \n\nIn between the bushes, nearly out of sight, a man was standing still, staring back at me. My heart leaped and I dropped the bowl where it crashed in the sink. \n\n“You okay in there, honey?” Angie shouted from the living room. \n\n“Yeah.” I kept my eyes on the man and said nothing to Angie not wanting to alarm her. “I’m gonna take the trash out.”\n\n“Ok.” \n\nI walked by the trash without touching it and opened the back door. \n\n“Hello?” Outside the wind was blowing hard and the branches of the buckthorn the man stood behind were waving wildly as if to warn me. \n\n“What do you want?” I stepped forward to try and show I wasn’t scared but it was the tepid step of prey like I was better planting my weight to run.\n\nThe man said nothing.\n\nI took another step forward more confidently this time but jumped when my movement activated the motion light. \n\nI composed myself and yelled. “This is private property! If you don’t leave I’m calling the police!” \n\nNow this was the emptiest of threats and everybody in the neighborhood knew it. The cops made a point to show up an hour late if at all. \n\nThe man walked forward a few paces to where I could see him better. He was very tall and wore a heavy wool overcoat that stretched all the way to his ankles. \n\nHe kept walking towards me, my brain was shouting but I froze in fear.\n\n“What do you want?”\n\nHe stopped just in front of me. A white scar starred across his black skin just below the chin. He was at least six-foot-six but the coat that ran the entire length of his body made him gigantic. His face was recently shaven and gaunt.\n\nHe held out his fist at arm’s length and when he uncurled his fingers, cupped in his enormous palm was a pill.\n\n“I don’t have any drugs.” I said.\n\nHis face didn’t change any. There was no want or question in his eyes. \n\n“You want me to take it?” I pointed at his hand but still his expression was static.\n\nI reached out and gently plucked the pill from his palm. I held it between my forefinger and thumb. It was just a pill capsule, whatever had been inside had been emptied.\n\n“What do you want?” I asked again.\n\nHe opened his mouth revealing the severed stump of a tongue and then he widened the enormous whites of his eyes. He began to mouth something but being tongueless I couldn’t tell what. But my blood cooled because I felt certain it was some kind of curse.\n\n“Please,” I murmured. “Please leave.”\n\nHe turned and stepped into the night and I watched the bushes sway in his wake as if he were a giant parting his way through the woods. \n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nThe next day was Saturday and I was determined to find out if anyone knew about this tall man. I walked to the strip mall and asked some of the homeless in the area, but as soon as I began to describe him, they all looked at the ground and shook their heads. \n\nThe pattern was repeated with every other homeless person I tried to talk to. On my way home, I stopped by two men working on a car at the end of a driveway.\n\n“Hey,” I started over to them. “This may sound a little crazy, but do you know of a tall fella around here that wears a giant coat?” They both started laughing. “Sorry to waste your time.” I turned to go.\n\n“No, no.” One of them was waving me back. “You talking about a really big motherfucker?” The man raised his hand to signify. “Yay high? Black coat? Nasty scars?”\n\n“Yeah.” I nodded.\n\n“Well, that’s Tall Frank. What you wanna about him? You see him in your recycling?”\n\n“No, why?”\n\n“Tall Frank’s a can man. He makes his living that way.”\n\nI nodded. “He was acting weird in my backyard last night.”\n\n“Weird how? Was he just looking like his weird self ?”\n\n“No. He was staring at me from outside. When I went out he tried to say something. Or mouth something.”\n\nBoth of their brows rose. “You saying that Tall Frank tried to communicate with you?”\n\n“Yeah.” \n\nThey both looked at each other. “Tall Frank talks to nobody. And by talks I mean… communicating in any kinda way.”\n\n“He cut his own throat to never talk again.” The other chimed in. \n\n“That’s just a rumor. Tall Frank showed up in this neighborhood twenty years ago. No one knows where he came from and the man can’t tell ya. Yeah, people put all kinds of legend to those scars. Some say it was dog that bit him. But I never seen no dog that’ll slice your tongue out.”\n\n“If he doesn’t communicate with anyone how come he has the name Tall Frank?”\n\n“Hmm. Well that’s what my mama would call him.” He leaned closer to me. “She used to tell me to watch my tongue or Tall Frank’ll take it!” He chuckled to himself.\n\n“What do you think he wanted with me?”\n\nThey both shrugged. “No clue. But you be sure to tell us when you find out.” \n\nThey bent back to their work and I thanked them and went on far less assured than when I’d first set out.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nThe next several days there was no sign of Tall Frank, but I began to fall ill. It was a headache at first, but soon I had heart palpitations and body aches that I almost let take me to the emergency room. \n\nI assured myself that there was no such thing as curses. Why was I letting one strange encounter with a homeless man dominate my every thought? Angie was working late recently and when I had the house to myself at night, I would stand at the kitchen window and stare into the backyard. \n\nI was obsessed and it wasn’t long before I saw him again. I was wrapped in a blanket filling the teapot at the sink when I saw him standing in the same place as before.\n\nI dropped the pot and ran to the back door. \n\n“Hey!” My head felt light and I was in that same kind of drunken state where your fear hardly speaks to you. I scampered through the backyard over to him. “What do you want with me?”\n\nTall Frank was staring at me. He gestured with his scarred neck for me to follow. \n\nI looked down at my bare feet, but he was already walking. \n\n“Hey! Just leave us alone!” \n\nI stepped cautiously after him. When I got past the bushes where I could see the alley I saw him standing near the trashcans.\n\nI ran after him. “You! I don’t ever want to see you back here again!” With our difference in size and the blanket wrapped around my shoulders I’m sure I looked to him like some angry hobbit. \n\nHe certainly didn’t act intimated and I can’t blame him. Tall Frank crossed the alley and sat on a crumbling retaining wall. He gently tapped the stone next to him for me to sit. \n\n“I’m not fucking sitting.”\n\nHe reached into his breast pocket and paused before pulling out an envelope. Then he put the letter in his other hand and reached in again and pulled out another. \n\n“What are those?”\n\nHe extended the envelopes to me, his long arm nearly stretched the entire alley. I approached the letters cautiously snatching them and stepping back. \n\n“What are these?” I muttered already distracted. They had both been opened and I took the papers out of one of the envelopes.\n\nIt was a handwritten letter on college ruled paper. All the ink was smeared like it’d been dunked in water, but I could still read it albeit slowly. When I was done reading, I let my arm fall down to my side and stared at Tall Frank in disbelief. \n\nAngie had a lover. \n\nI looked at the other envelope and hardly had to read it to figure it out.\n\nThe letterhead read: Atlantic Life Insurance. \n\nA policy had been opened in my name for a quarter of a million dollars. \n\nI stumbled over to the retaining wall and sat. \n\n“The pills.” I thought about the empty capsule he’d shown me that I tossed aside. It was my emergency Albuterol. It had to be. A quick WebMD search showed that an overdose started with symptoms of headaches and heart palpations. \n\n“Angie is trying to kill me?”\n\nSuddenly I realized Tall Frank’s arm was around me and he was patting my shoulder paternally. \n\nWe sat there in silence for a long time. \n\n“The things you can learn from people’s recycling.” I said.\n\nTall Frank nodded and we watched the upstairs light turn on and my wife appeared in the window. She twisted something in her fingers and then tapped it into a mug.\n\nA minute later I heard the back door open. \n\n“Honey are you out here?” Angie called. “I made you some tea!”\n\nI guess the homeless around her don’t always want change. Sometimes they might want to [save your life.](https://www.reddit.com/r/thespookyplace/)" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/SaturnStormCube." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "This sub is Satanic, and its owner Menorahman100 is a false prophet\n#####\nMenorahman100, who has many additional accounts on Reddit, launched this sub in order to serve Satan through the deception of Christians.\n\nHe tells everyone to accept Christ, but spreads Satanic Pagan and New Age ideas, convincing users that Saturn and God are one and the same.\n\nHe bans the accounts of those who disagree with him, stealing other people's materials and behaving arrogantly, like a real Satanist.\n\nBe careful and don't believe this terrible man, he's a psychopathic wolf in sheep's clothing!" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for speaking Italian to my GF's rude Italian American family and embarrassing them?\n#####\nETA: There may have been some confusion as to my gf's reaction, she was ashamed her family dug so deep into me, not about my response. After wanting to die for the next 48 hours she agreed I did the right thing and that it was funny\n\nBackstory: due to my dad's job we lived in Italy for 3 years when I was younger, so I speak Italian almost fluently (it's been awhile, so I've lost some of it)\n\n\n\nRecently I started dating a girl. She's great and I love her so much. I met her family a few nights ago for dinner. She warned me that the male side of her family is very big into being macho, into \"testing\" the boys the women date and are VERY big on taking pride in their Italian ancestry. I think besides the grandfather, however, they were almost all born in Bergen County, NJ but whatever, its nice to take pride in ones heritage.\n\n\n\nLong story short at dinner they kept making jokes at my expense (I honestly would not call it bullying, just things about my height, beard, shaved head). They tried making fun of my IT job too but stopped once I told them my income. It was overall not a bad experience, but a not so pleasant one. Anyways, her older brother kept pushing things, giving me exceptional amounts of shit for playing Lacrosse in HS (apparently its a sport for prissy rich kids and not manly like football or baseball). He ended his rant by saying \"hey, we're just a big Italian family, we're loud and tell it how we see it! Hahaha!\" and all the family except my girlfriend laughed. So I, for the next minute, responded to everything they said in Italian. My girlfriend buried her head in shame, the grandfather laughed and everyone else kept looking at each other confused before telling me they didn't speak Italian. I replied \"then don't use your Italian heritage as an excuse to behave poorly when you can't even speak the language.\" They got mad, but the grandfather told them all I was right and to be quiet.\n\n\n\nMy girlfriend isn't mad, just ashamed, I think the grandfather likes me, but word from my gf's sister is that all the men are furious, think I'm a smart ass and that I disrespected them and their masculinity in an unforgiveable way. So AITA?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/EscapingPrisonPlanet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The soul trap is mentioned in The Secret Book of John\n#####\nExcerpt from the book:\n\nBut I wondered, “Lord, what will happen to the souls of those who have not known where their true home is?”\n\nHe replied, “As for them, because they have gone so far astray, the counterfeit spirit has grown strong in them. It weighs down their souls and plunges them into slumber. Meanwhile, it tempts them into committing wicked acts. After their souls have come forth from their bodies, they are delivered into the hands of the rulers who exist because of the first ruler. The rulers shackle such souls with chains and throw them into another fleshly prison. The rulers push them through endless repetitions of this cycle until the soul wakes up from the sleep of forgetfulness and obtains gnosis. It thereby becomes perfect and attains salvation.”\n\nThis passage is being confirmed by a lot of NDE, past life regression hypnosis and remote viewing data about the afterlife. You can find this passage and other interesting passages from the book [here](https://gnosticismexplained.org/the-secret-book-of-john/).\n\nThe answer is Gnosis, or \"knowledge\". It's about remembering that we are sovereign, powerful creator beings that do not need to worship any deity. The real God lies within, never without, like the Archons would like us to think." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My wife gave me chlamydia\n#####\nI. Am. Livid.\n\nThe only person I have had sex with within the past 5 years has been my wife. I thought I had a bladder infection or UTI, and scoffed when my doctor thought it was chlamydia. Well, here we are. I got the test results yesterday and I have chlamydia.\n\nDecided to start snooping and it didn't take long to find the text messages between her and her boy toy. My guess is she doesn't even know she had it as well. She thinks I stayed up all night working, but little does she know I've already emailed her little lover boy's wife all the text messages. I warned the lover boy's wife that he's been sleeping with an infected woman and to get herself tested. I'm still deciding how to process this all but wifey's going to wake up to my positive test results and the messages of her infidelity.\n\nThe sun should be coming up in the next hour or two, and probably will be the end of this marriage.\n\n\n\nUpdate:\n\nI'll make a longer update eventually. I didn't confront her that morning. Boy toy's wife ended up responding to me and she has not confronted her husband yet either. I'm getting my legal bases covered first." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Was followed to my apartment by a guy with evil intentions so I unleashed the wettest and fartiest shit I could into my pants.\n#####\nI’d never felt such cold, raw fear push through my veins like it had a couple of hours ago. I wasn’t even able to get my door unlocked before he attacked me and I shit myself on purpose as he tried to unlock my door with my keys while they were still in my hand. I shit myself with the force of a thousand pistons and let it run down my legs. No sane man would attack another person but I think it takes an even crazier man to rape someone covered in shit. Lucky for me he wasn’t that sort of crazy. I never thought it’d be so rewarding to shit myself as an adult but here I am 4 hours later, showered and safe." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/EscapingPrisonPlanet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "CATS protect you and your household...\n#####\nCats are advanced beings. They are the Masters of Astral Projection, and they protect humans.\n\nCats have extremely strong energy fields, and they will force Negative Spirits, Demons, and Shadow People out of a house or building.\n\nThe Ancient Egyptians knew this and they worshipped Cats." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Today My Wife Met My Girlfriend\n#####\nI (32M) am a widow. My wife passed away from pancreatic cancer five years ago. She was forced to leave behind our two kids, R (10M) and H (7M). My wife was the absolute light of my life. We were high school sweethearts, went to the same college, and got married after graduation. We were inseparable. Every day I fell more in love with her; it was like my heart was living outside my body. When she passed, the amount of pain I was in was indescribable. I prayed to go to sleep and not wake up just so I could see her one last time. I contemplated meeting her, but every time I was ready, my kids would look at me. They had her face, her personality, her DNA, I couldn’t leave them. They were all I had left of her. It took years before I was able to function normally again. I even quit my job and lived off of savings and her life insurance for about a year. I was half the dad I used to be and only a fraction of my former self. Two years after her passing, I decided enough was enough and I kicked myself into gear. I found a job in a different city (closer to my parents), I packed my kids up, and I moved. Life was hard, but I kept chugging along and eventually I found some joy. A year after moving, I took a business trip to NY where I met my current girlfriend, L. While I acknowledged there was chemistry, I told her I was already married and she understood. However, a few months later I had to go back to NY where we met up again. I let my guard down for the first time around her. Before I knew it, she was putting in a transfer for my home branch and moving to my city. I fell in love with her and asked her out a year ago next month. My kids adore her and though she reminded them she will never take their moms place, they lovingly call her “momma L.” Today was the anniversary of my wife’s passing, an extremely hard day for all of us. This morning I walked into the living room to find L and my kids waiting for me. The kids were dressed in their church clothes with goofy smiles on their faces and bouquets in hand. Apparently, L came up with the idea of a picnic at my wife’s grave, an idea that the boys loved as they enjoy going to see their mom. While I was sleeping they prepared food and flowers, then insisted on wearing their best clothes. I’ll admit that I cried at the sight of them. I don’t know how I got this lucky twice in a row. I wanted my wife to meet this amazing woman, so I asked L to come along and she did. The day that I dread every year turned out to be a humbling reminder of the reason why I stayed on this planet.\n\nTo my lovely wife, you can never be replaced, but she is good to me and she takes care of our kids like you would. Thank you for sending her to me." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My wife forgot to delete her browser history. I can’t believe what I found.\n#####\n \n\n4:34 PM: How to stop husband from cheating?\n\nI had only clicked on the history tab to delete the last thing I’d searched for when I noticed the entry. Hurriedly, I finished zipping up my fly and stared at it in bewilderment.\n\nAmy and I had been almost too careful. We had never so much as looked at one another in my wife’s presence, let alone done anything that could have raised suspicion. There was no way she could have known what was going on, even if she had looked through my phone. With a heavy heart, I’d forced myself to delete any incriminating photos Amy sent me after I was done with them, and we had a strict call-only policy.\n\nAmy was our latest hire and aside from being great at her job, she excelled in garnering male attention. Everyone loved her. She was strikingly beautiful and uninhibited to the point where her energy felt almost carnal, sending all morals and restraints out the window. I tried to ignore her at first, even finding excuses to go home early, but eventually, her charming giggle got the better of me too.\n\n4:37 PM: How much does divorce cost?\n\nDroplets of sweat sprang out on my forehead. What? Was my wife planning to divorce me? But why? There was no way she knew about Amy and me. Was there someone else? Was she planning to accuse me of infidelity, all while going at it with some lover boy she’d met at her yoga class?\n\n4:39 PM: Why do humans feel emotions?\n\nI pursed my lips. If by some miracle my wife did know about the affair, I couldn’t imagine the way she must have been feeling. I woke up late this morning and found a note on the kitchen table, saying that she didn’t want to wake me and that she was out doing her Saturday errands. I almost felt compelled to call her and – oh…\n\nI flinched as a large drop of blood landed on the keyboard. What the hell? My first instinct was to look up at the ceiling. Nothing. A strong metallic smell made me come to my senses. I brushed my hand against my face. A bright red smudge sat on my palm. I stared at it, alarmed. I’d never gotten nosebleeds before, aside from the time I got hit in the face with a football in high school. My head raised, I scrambled to my feet and made a dash for the bathroom, my hands cupping my throbbing nose.\n\nOnce I had managed to stop the bleeding and cleaned myself up, I returned to the computer.\n\n4:44 PM: Which part of the brain is responsible for love?\n\nThis was… an oddly specific search. I couldn’t recall my wife ever being interested in science or biology. I checked the account logged into the browser, just in case. Perhaps this was someone else’s history altogether? Or maybe we’d been hacked?\n\nNo. Seemed like everything was in order. My wife’s smiling face stared back at me from the login window. What was she doing searching for brain parts anyway?\n\n4:49 PM: What is excerebration?\n\nWhat? What was…excerebration? Some kind of fancy divorce? I’d never heard of the term in my life. I didn’t even hesitate before clicking it, eager to find out what my wife was planning for us.\n\nI wish I hadn’t.\n\nAs the results came up on the monitor, my stomach lurched and my gag reflex kicked in. The images were graphic enough for my hand to automatically gravitate towards the ‘return’ button, but a short paragraph in bold caught my eye.\n\n*‘An ancient procedure involving chiseling through the bone of the nose, in order to scoop out the brain matter.’\n\nMy heart hammering in my chest, I clicked the ‘back’ button and scanned the rest of the entries.\n\n5:01 PM: Can a person live without the hypothalamus?\n\n5:05 PM: Location of the hypothalamus\n\n5:11 PM: How much Temazepam is safe?\n\nMy skin crawled as I read, but I couldn’t look away. I was so immersed that I didn’t even hear the front door bang.\n\n“Honey? I’m home!”\n\nI stared at the wall, too shocked to reply. What was I meant to say? How was I supposed to ask her about all this?\n\n“Hello?” she called again, her heels clacking towards me.\n\n“Uh, hey!” I choked, throwing the box of tissues into the drawer, “How was…”\n\n“Oh, good,” she smiled as she appeared in the doorway, “How are you? You had quite a lot to drink last night!”\n\n“I-uh…” I stammered, “I did?”\n\nShe studied me, as though she wasn’t sure whether I was joking or not.\n\n“The… I… W-what’s all this?” I asked, gesturing to the computer screen.\n\nShe joined me at the desk, frowning at the clammy wood surface, “What?”\n\nI pointed at the browsing history, my index finger shaking visibly in the air.\n\n“Oh,” she flushed, two pink spots appearing on her cheeks, “Well, you did say we could try it, so… I had to do a little research, y’know?”\n\n“What? I said we could try…what?”\n\n“Oh,” she waved her hand dismissively, “The exce-something. You probably know better.”\n\nMy blood ran cold. The excerebration.\n\n“Karen…what did you do?”\n\nBut before she could say anything, a splash of blood landed on the carpet. And then another one. And another. Karen watched me, her skin growing pale, “W-what…”\n\nSuddenly, a small fleshy lump escaped my nostril and rolled down the front of my shirt. We both stared at it in shocked silence. Then, my wife screamed, turning on her heel to flee the room, but I caught up to her, pinning her against the wall.\n\n“Tell me what the fuck you did!”\n\nShe tried to fight me, writhing under my grip, but I held on tight. Blood was streaming into my mouth and down my chin, staining both of our clothes.\n\n“H-how can you not remember?” she screeched, trying to elbow me in the ribs, “Don’t you remember what you did?”\n\nI stared at her panic-stricken face, trying my best to recall any memories from the previous night, “No…what did I do?”\n\n“You…you came home after work and told me you were leaving me for Amy,” she sobbed, “You said you didn’t want to love her, but you did!”\n\nI stood there quietly, mulling it over, as more pulp splashed onto my stomach.\n\n“Ew! We need to call you an ambulance!” Karen shrieked, trying to pull away, “What the fuck is that?”\n\n“Then what happened?” I demanded, my heart practically leaping out of my chest, “Tell me what you did.”\n\n“What the fuck, John?” she screamed, “We got drunk, okay? We got really wasted! And then you said you knew of a way to fix this! To fix us! You said there’s something called hypothalamus in your brain, and if removed it would stop you from loving Amy…”\n\nI felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. What the hell was she saying? Had she actually attempted to remove a part of my brain? And…\n\n“Wait…” I whispered, “Who’s Amy?”\n\nHer expression made me feel foolish for not remembering. I knew that name. Amy.* It sounded so familiar, and yet I couldn’t for the life of me put my finger on it.\n\n“What…what the fuck do you mean?” she sounded bewildered, “Amy! The girl you were cheating on me with for six months?”\n\n“I… I don’t,” I mouthed, releasing my wife and crumpling to the floor, “I don’t remember.”\n\nKaren stared at me, her white blouse resembling a massacre, her mouth pressed into a thin line.\n\n“What…what’s happening to me?” I whispered.\n\nShe was silent for a moment, but I could see her eyes brimming with tears, “Honey….What if… What if I… accidentally hit your hippocampus instead?”\n\nWhat? That told me nothing.\n\n“For fuck’s sake, Karen, I’m not a fucking encyclopedia! Enlighten me! What the hell is a hippocampus?”\n\nNothing could have prepared me for what she said next.\n\n“Honey,” she sobbed, “You’re…a doctor. It’s the memory part of your brain.”" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/ethtrader." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Electricity used for crypto mining is destroying the planet, but electricity used for Tesla's will save the planet?\n#####\nThe people in power hate crypto but for some reason they'll let us believe charging Tesla's is gonna save the planet. How dumb they think we are? This is straight up hypocricy. This BS.\n\nThey made crypto look like environment's biggest enemy lol." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/TrueOffMyChest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I offered to let my mom live with me, under the exact same terms I lived with her as a teen.\n#####\nI don't know why in gods good name my mom thought I would be the one to come to. We don't get along. I went to live with dad at 16 because she told me she hated me and kicked me out. My older brother, the golden child, I know for a fact has a spare bedroom she could sleep in now that she's losing the house.\n\nMy moms situation is entirely her own fault as well, which makes this all the more annoying. She and my stepdad bought a 7-bed room house 10 years ago, right after she left her job of 20 years to work at some stupid start-up that was out of business only 3 years later. My stepdad spent the last years of his miserable life bed-bound because he ignored every doctor telling him to stop shoving his face full of food at every waking moment of the day. So, he died 500 pounds and in misery. I was more than fine with this by the way. Well, when he died early this year it pretty much drained the last of the money my moron of a mother had remaining, and now the banks taking the house back. \n\nSo, she shows up at my door for some reason. After mistreating me since I was a kid, and ignoring me unless she wanted something since she married that thankfully dead land whale. She had the nerve to ask to live with me! It's only me and my husband in our 2 bedroom house sure. But that spare bedroom is his office, the basements my art studio, and the couch in front of the fireplace is for our lovely cats. There is no room for the wicked hag anywhere in this house. But, I knew this opportunity would never come again. So.....\n\nI told her she could live with us, if, and only if she decided to follow the house rules.\n\n\\> All electronics were to be turned off by 6 pm. If she was caught with any after that they would be taken away and sold at the next yard sale.\n\n\\> Bedtime was 7:30, if I caught her up I would take away all of her clothing for the week. \n\n\\> She may only shower for 5 minutes, once every three days\n\n\\> All chores must be done the moment she wakes up. If I roll out of bed and they are not she will not be getting meals for the day.\n\n\\> She must make sure she is alert at all times, if I and hubby need something done, IT IS TO BE DONE AT THAT MOMENT, or else she will lose her bedding privileges for the night. \n\n\\> She will be in charge of cooking one meal each day, that I choose, if it is not made to my liking she will not be allowed to join us and instead will eat the cheapest frozen meal available. \n\n\\> I will be reading all her mail, text messages, and emails. I will give her the ones I deem acceptable communication under my roof. \n\n\\> Her car will be my own personal travel car, she will also drive me where ever I want. She will still have to pay for gas.\n\nAnd, last but not least.\n\n\\> If at any point she displeases me, I will be calling my brother up to pick her up from a nearby gas station. I will get to choose what she takes to put in a torn-up backpack before dropping her off without looking back. \n\nShe called me a monster, told me these conditions were inhuman, and asked if I was insane. These were the exact conditions I lived under for years as a teenager. The exact conditions she tormented me with for years until she finally let me go live with the one parent that loved me. And these would be the conditions she would suffer under if she dared to ask me to home her worthless, joysucking soul.\n\nI don't know where she went after she stormed out of my house. My brother called me and told me I have \"the biggest balls in the family\" for the stunt I pulled. From the sounds of it though, none of the spawn want the brood mother to live with them. \n\nI hope she finds a nice park bench to stay on." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for not taking down my video that was a gift from my best man.\n#####\nI have a sister that’s 6 years older than me. \n\nMy parents for years cancel on me last min because of my sister. I have a basketball game. Ops sorry sister doesn’t feel like going out. I am graduating ops sorry sister had a bad day at work. They have missed both major and smaller events in my life because of her melt downs.\n\nI met the love of my life. We decided to tie the knot. From the beginning I told my parents how I am worried my sister will ruin another special moment in my life. My mom told me over and over again it would not happen.\n\nThe day of my wedding. I received a voicemail from my mom saying they couldn’t come because my sisters dog was sick and she was upset.\n\nI was hurt, my best man however is a jokester. He took my phone then went to my fiancé and asked if he could post a video of our wedding as a gift? On social media. She loved his idea.\n\nI had no idea about it until I came home. Our honeymoon was at a lake side cabin. No cell service.\n\nThe post caption was “My best friend. He is an amazing person even if his parents NEVER showed up for him. video was still pictures of us next to her parents, me on the dance floor, cutting the cake. Where you would normally see both parents in wedding pictures. The sound behind the video was my moms voice mail explaining how they couldn’t come because my sisters dog was sick.\n\nI came home a week later to hundreds of messages.\nFamily members from both sides insisting I take it down. I was told my sister hasn’t stopped crying. My mom is refusing to leave the house. \n\nI maybe the A here. I didn’t take it down when I got my messages. I didn’t call my family back right away. I waited until my vacation time was over at work and enjoyed my time with my Wife. In our new home. Before I contacted anyone.\n\nMy dad told me to take down the video. It was “just a bad night for them”. That they will make it up to me and my wife for not coming. My reply was exactly how do you plan to “make up” my wedding? It’s a once in a life time thing. You choose to ignore my feeling on the whole matter.\n\nThen he just repeated he will make it up to me. I told him I would take down the video only when he made up missing my wedding. Flustered we both hung up the phone before we both said things we shouldn’t have.\n\nAm I the A here. I could have just taken down the video." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for bringing my SIL’s wallet to the restaurant when she conveniently always forgets it?\n#####\nEdit: update on profile\n\nMy (f28) SIL “Amy” (f26) always comes to visit from out of town. She stays with us instead of a hotel, and always wants to go to expensive restaurants. She always conveniently forgets her wallet, or domes up with some excuses as to why she can’t pay her share. She has implied that since I make much more money than her, I should be the one to pay (no, not my husband should pay, but me specifically). I do make a fair amount of money, but not so much that I can treat someone every time they come into town. Nonetheless, in the past, I have just paid the bill and asked her to pay me back. She never has. \n\nShe had made a reservation at an extremely expensive restaurant last night, and before we left, I made it clear that I wouldn’t be paying her bill. \n\nThis is where I might be the asshole, and I’ll admit I got this move straight from and episode of Two and a Half men. As we were leaving, her and my husband went to the car. I pretended I forgot something and went back inside. I found her wallet sitting right on top of her suitcase. I put it in my purse and we went to the restaurant.\n\nWhen we were done eating, I asked for separate bills. She said no, we need one bill, because she “forgot” her wallet again. I reached in my purse and said, “this wallet?” \n\nShe was extremely furious. She said that I should not have touched or grabbed her wallet. \n\nSo AITA for taking her wallet and bringing it to the restaurant?\n\nEdit: Wow, thanks for all the awards!!! Jeez lol! So many comments that I can’t keep up, but thank you to everyone who had something to say.\n\nEdit 2: Amy just called me, she saw this post and she yelled at me for \"badmouthing\" her on the internet. Honestly I don't care. Amy, hopefully reading all these comments is a wake up call for you." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I ghosted my family and fiance after what my sister did.\n#####\nI need a little advise on the matter as I don't know what to do anymore. \n\n\nI was 21 when my fiance asked me to marry him. \n\nHe was the absolute light of my life. We had known each other since pre school, our family's are very close. \n\nHe would come and have dinner with us on a daily basis and vice versa. He doesn't have any siblings but I have 2 older sisters. Which is very important as he was also very close with them. \n\nWe grew up together. When we started dating, I don't think our parents stopped celebrating for weeks. \n\nHe helped me deal with a lot of my anxiety and even when I gained a little weight and my mother berated me saying he was going to leave me, he told her off and said he loved me for who I was, not for what I looked like, even though he claimed I was the most beautiful girl in the world to him. \n\nWe were only engaged for 6 months before the inncident.\n\nMy middle oldest sister, lets call her Nicky, was a very cold person, she never showed any affection, she only ever opened up to my fiance as she said she saw him as a brother and he also helped her through a lot of her dark times such as battling drug addictions and breaking the law. \n\nShe and I never saw eye to eye, I loved her dearly because she was my sister but didn't like her as a person. \n\nOut of the blue she tells me she wants to take me clubbing as we had never been together before and she felt bad that she was so distant to me. \n\nI agreed and that night we went out. \n\nClubbing wasn't really my style but once I had a few drinks, I loosened up a little and began having fun. \n\nThe night was going smoothly until Nicky spotted a guy across the room whom she claimed she wanted to \"climb like a tree\" She walked over to him and within a few minutes she was back and she had a sour expression on her face. \n\nI asked her what was up but she never said anything. \n\nI kept pressing because I didnt want our night to be ruined, she then told me the guy didn't want her number but he wanted mine instead. \n\nI told her he was a loser and there were plenty of guys around who would kill to be with a girl like her, she didn't budge though. \n\nShe told me she needed to use the restroom and then we would leave. \n\nI waited for other an hour, during this time I was sipping on a lot of different cocktails, I then started feeling really dizzy and lightheaded. \n\nI figured I'd just cab it home as I was certain Nicky had left. \n\nOn the way out though, I bumped into a friend of Nicky's whom she had briefly dated. \n\nHe asked me If I needed a hand to my car and I explained I was getting a cab he said he was getting ready to leave and we could share one. I told him okay and we walked out of the club together and into the first cab we saw. \n\nI tried to find my phone in my purse but I felt myself getting dizzier and dizzier. \n\nI don't remember what happened next as I blacked out and the next morning I woke up on a hard sofa, my head pounding. \n\nWhen I came to, I realised I was in Nicky's friends house and my phone was sitting on the glass table in front of me, but it was flat. \n\nWhen he noticed I was awake he offered some tablets and water and explained that I had passed out in the cab and he didnt remember my parents address so he just picked me up and took me back here where he laid me on the sofa. \n\nI told him I needed to go home as my fiance would be worried. \n\nHe called a cab and I left. When I arrived at my parents house, my mother, father, Nicky, my fiance and his parents were all standing in the living room. \n\nI thought they were worried about me but the instant I opened my mouth my fiance asked how could I do this to him? \n\nI tried to explain that my phone went flat but he then went on screaming about how could I cheat on him. \n\nI was baffled. Why would he think that? I tried to explain the nights events but I kept getting cut off. \n\nNicky then chimed in and said I was a lying S and how could I be so heartless to a man who has been there for me through thick n thin. \n\nShe went on to say I kept flirting with random guys all night and then when she went to the bathroom, she saw me leave with her friend. \n\nI told her what had happened and she showed me photos on her phone where as we were leaving, his hand was on my back ushering me outside, yes the photo did look horrible and I was so drunk I didn't even realise his hand was on my back at all. \n\nMy fiance was so angry, he kept shouting and his mum and mine were both crying. \n\nI then asked Nicky to call her friend and he would confirm Nothing happened but when she called him, he told a completely different story. \n\nHe said I begged him to take me back to his and when he did, we slept together multiple times. \n\nI saw red and started crying and yelling at Nicky because I knew she had organised this whole thing to make me look bad.\n\nI begged my fiance to believe me, but he just shook his head and left. When everyone had cleared out, my mother slapped me across the face and told me to get out. \n\nI left and went to a friends house where I stayed for a few nights. During those nights I called my fiance crying and pleading with him to believe me that nothing happened but it all fell on deaf ears as he never returned any of my calls or texts. \n\nMy mum texted me and told me she was kicking me out and that she couldnt believe I would do such a thing and a lot of hurtful other slurs I don't think I could repeat here. \n\nShe didn't even give me time to get my things as she threw everything out. \n\nI was now homeless. None of my family would take me in, as they chose my fiance and mothers side. \n\nI was homeless and single in less than a day and a half, my entire world had been taken away because of Nicky's lies. \n\nNow for weeks I tried everything to get my fiance back and my family.\n\nThe limit for me though was when Christmas time had come and I went over to my mothers house to try and reconcile. I was sleeping from couch to couch during this time. \n\nWhen I got to my parents house, I knocked on the door but no one answered. My friend then called me and told me she just saw on facebook that my family were in another state celebrating Christmas and they had posted pictures online. \n\nEveryone was there, my sisters, parents, grandparents and even my fiance and his family. \n\nWhen I myself saw the photos, I couldn't stop crying as they all looked so happy. \n\nI cried for days and days before deciding to block them all. I even returned my engagement ring. \n\nMy friend knew someone a couple hours away who was looking for some help in his restaurant and he even had living arrangments above where he worked so I could get rent at a cheap price and work at the same time. \n\nI wanted to start over with my life as it hurt me that noone took my side and they all left me to fend for myself. \n\nI was able to move pretty quickly and was doing well, the apartment was tiny and I had to work 10+ hours almost every day, but I was able to save a lot of money. \n\nIm not living in the apartment anymore, I was able to rent a much nicer condo but I am still working at the restaurant as assistant manager. \n\nNow it has been roughly two years since I left and have not spoken to any of my family. I have no idea what is going with them until I got a knock on my door. \n\nIt was my ex fiance. I was shocked to say the least, all these feelings came rushing back and all I wanted to do was jump into his arms. \n\nBut then I remembered the pain I had felt and tried to slam the door in his face but he stopped it and asked that I let him explain. \n\nHe said that Nicky had gotten married and she had confessed that she lied about the situation because she had found someone she loved so much and realised what a horrible thing she had done. \n\nI asked him how he found me and he said my friend told him. \n\nMy entire family had been trying to get in touch with me and want to see me. \n\nI told him I needed time to see if I even wanted To have them in my life. \n\nHe left and I have been a mess since. \n\nI don't know what to do, I know I will never ever forgive Nicky, she could rot for all I cared but Its hard because my other family and fiance didn't know she was lying, but I also felt like they abandoned me too quickly without letting me explain my side. \n\nI don't know if I should forgive them. \n\nAny advice would be much helpful. \n\nThank you for taking the time to read." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for dropping our dinner on the ground and walking out when my boyfriend asked me \"What's for dinner tonight, btch?\"\n#####\nI was over my boyfriend's apartment this weekend and I was cooking dinner because he was studying for exams. I made pasta and a chunky sauce with meatballs and veggies. I told him dinner was ready and he goes \"what's for dinner tonight, BTCH\" ... With like a lot of emphasis on the last word. \n\nI was fed up, I'd had a pretty rough day with work and I have some awfully bad associations with that word being used by other people in my life who were pretty abusive. So I was so irritated that I dropped the pot of pasta sauce I'd been carrying right on the ground and was like \"Well nothing's for dinner tonight now. And I better not hear you using that word again, it's for the girls\"\n\nHe was freaking out about how sauce had landed on his rug and he even said \"you're seriously acting like a bitch right now, I dunno what else to call it\"\n\nI just walked out and got takeout for myself and went to my friends house. She thought it was funny but my boyfriend was furious, he kept texting and calling and sending me voice memos trying to explain that saying \"what's for dinner tonight btch\" was a TikTok trend.... And that he was just quoting something as a joke to put on tiktok. \n\nI thought that was the shittiest excuse ever, it doesn't matter if he saw it as a joke, or stole the \"joke\", it was still disrespectful. \n\nBut it didn't change the fact he thought that shit was funny, to demean me when I was trying to do him a favor. Like hell I came over when he was studying to make a home cooked dinner and he decides it's time for jokes? So I put my phone on don't disturb for the night and split a bottle of wine with my friend and her roommate. \n\nThe next morning he was sending me angry texts demanding I clean his rug because he was too busy with exams to do it. I was shocked he left it overnight, that's disgusting. I texted him back saying.\n\n\"Yeah so that's the btch tax honey :) leave me alone till you're ready to handle your own cooking and cleaning because this btch isn't anymore. Also it's vile you left that soaking in all night\"\n\nHe called me and told me that he was okay with doing his own household work, but I did throw a full pot of sauce at the ground so that's on me to clean up. \n\nI told him \"yeah no I'm not comfortable doing chores for you if you see me like your btch\" \n\nHe told me he didn't and it was just a \"trend\" and I got pissed off he was playing that \"TikTok trend\" BS excuse again and I told him \"Well I'm starting a trend called 'saucing' where as a little joke people throw pasta sauce around! You can't be mad because it's just a little trend, a little jokey joke, just a little prank bro!\" \n\nHe got really pissed off and hung up on me and now I'm seriously wondering if this dumb fucking tiktok joke is gonna be the end of things between us\n\nAITA for how I reacted when my boyfriend asked me \"what's for dinner tonight, b*tch\"\n\nEdit to address a comment I've gotten a lot and I don't have time to reply to every time:\n\n> \"But did you tell him not to call you a bitch? Like how would he know otherwise?\"\n\nHonestly if someone has gotten to the age of 30 and not realized that women (as a whole) do not like having demeaning slurs used against them... They're beyond my help. \n\nThis isn't something that needs to be told. I shouldn't have to go through life like \"Hey man just in case you were thinking I might like demeaning slurs against my gender used on me, I don't actually :)\"\n\nAnd if you were about to comment something like that, let me just tell you in no uncertain terms... WOMEN DO NOT LIKE BEING CALLED BITCHES BY MEN. DO NOT CALL WOMEN BITCHES. IF YOU NEEDED TO BE TOLD THAT IS UNKIND, CONSIDER YOURSELF OFFICIALLY TOLD. NOW YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE TO NOT \"UNDERSTAND\"" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I secretly leave flowers at his grave\n#####\nThere was a boy in my neighborhood that I had a crush on as a kid. Nothing came of it and we were never particularly close.\n\nYears later he passed away in a car accident he was at fault for, and killed several people. No drugs or alcohol involved - it was snowy, slick, and he was a new driver. I felt horrible for everyone, but especially his poor mother.\n\nHis mom was a single parent who struggled financially. From what I understand, she practically bankrupted herself to pay for the funeral and for another car. On top of losing her only child.\n\nSo, I secretly leave him offerings periodically. Sometimes near his birthday, death day, or Christmas - I always leave it before the date, so his mom sees it. Apparently she posts about it on Facebook, all excited someone still remembers her son and wondering who it could be." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "UPDATE I ghosted my family and fiance after what my sister did\n#####\nWow guys, I don't even know where to begin. I am honestly so grateful for all the support, advice, beautiful messages and awards you guys have gifted.\n\n I wish I could personally thank each and everyone of you, and I did try my best to reply to every message. \n\nYou guys are honestly so amazing and I cried reading all the comments, my heart has never been so touched with the ammount of love and support I got on this post and I am so sorry if it took too long to post an update. \n\nI was honestly in so much shock I didn't know how to cope with it. \n\n\nSo uh I never got back to my ex, I didn't know what to do, but eventually he must have given my phone number to my parents as they texted asking to meet up. I never replied and was planning on organising a zoom meeting but didn't need to as they also showed up at my door. Well my father did.\n\nWhen I answered the door and saw him standing there, I ended up throwing up which he insisted on cleaning. \n\nWhen he was done, we sat down and I just bursted in tears. \n\nMy emotions were all over the place and my father has worn the same cologne for a really long time, so when I smelt it, it just bought back all these memories. \n\nHe tried to hug me but I pushed him away and asked what he was doing here. \n\nHe went on to explain he and my mother are getting a divorce. He said he begged my mother to get in touch with me the minute I left, but she refused and said I was acting like a baby and if I wanted to leave them after doing something so horrible, then I could do things on my own from then on. \n\nI askes him how long did it take them to notice I was gone. \n\nHe said they arrived back home after News Years Eve and were planning on inviting me over so we could talk, that's when they got in touch with my friend and she told them I left and she didn't know where I was. \n\nI asked him why didn't he listen to my side of the story and why did they throw me away so easily. \n\nHe just started crying. He said he never meant for things to get so out of hand and he wishes more than anything he could take it all back. \n\nI said when they found out Nicky was taking drugs and had dropped out of HS, they didn't throw her away, instead we all went on a holiday so she could focus on things besides drugs and during that trip, she got hooked on alcohol and each time they defended her over and over. \n\nHe said he had no idea my mother was going to kick me out, he thought it was going to be for a few days but then they decided last minute to spend Christmas out of state. \n\nMy mother apparently promised him I would be allowed back home after they got back. \n\nI said she threw away all my stuff but he said everything was still there and she lied about that. \n\nI asked him what has happened to Nicky and he said she is dead to him, he wants nothing to do with her but my mother has been crying to him, asking to forgive Nicky as she is not well and they had already lost one daughter, they cannot lose two. \n\nHe blocked my mother and Nicky and has been on my ex's case about finding me. My ex caved in when my dad said he blocked my mother and Nicky and told him where I lived. \n\nI asked that he never show up again unless I give him permission and he agreed. \n\nHe asked what would happen now and I said I really don't know and that he hurt me really bad. \n\nI then just went into detail about how much he hurt me and what it felt like seeing them so happy without me and how hard it is has been. \n\nWe were both crying by the end of it but I was really glad I got it all out, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. \n\nMy dad then said he knew a few places around the area and would help get me a better apartment and he said he would help get a better job but I told him I wouldn't be leaving this job as my boss helped me out so much and I wanted to repay him at all costs. \n\nI said I didn't want him to do anything for me, but I said I do want to reconcile but it has to be on my own terms and It is going to take a very very long time to trust him again, and I may never trust him again. \n\nHe said he would do anything to make up for what he did. \n\nI asked him why Nicky did this and if she said anything about it. Well she said she thought my ex deserved better than me and she wanted to see him happy because he was making too many sacrifices in the relationship, she loved him like a brother and wanted to break the engagement off, so that night she asked her friend to come and escort me out of the club so she could get photos and to take me home so her plan could work, she said nothing sexual happened, I went to sleep on the sofa and that was it, he was up playing video games all night until I woke up, which he has prove of apparently. \n\n\nMy dad was planning on getting my stuff from my mothers house and bringing it to me but I told him I didn't want those things anymore. \n\nI then went to ask about Nicky's husband and he said my mother has been hush hush with the entire situation but he had his number and wrote it down for me. \n\nAfter my dad left, I decided to call Nicky's husband.\n\nI was sweating the entire time and felt so sick, what if I could hear her in the background? \n\nWell anyhow when he picked up, I just spit everything out, which I deeply regret because I should have eased into it for him, he sounded really confused and I explained the entire situation again. I even went into detail about her drug and alcohol problems. \n\nI was honestly expecting him to curse me out and defend Nicky, instead he let out a long sigh and well turns out, he had a feeling she wasn't exactly innocent, turns out her and his sister have been having problems and she has been spouting non stop lies about his sister and has caused a huge rift between them, his sister didn't even attend their wedding. \n\nI told him I was sorry but he should make things right with his sister because Nicky was the problem not her. \n\nWe spoke a little more and he hung up. I'm not entirly sure what he is going to do with that information, I hope he cuts his loses and leaves her because he sounded like a really nice person and even he has lost his own sister because of Nicky. \n\nSo I have decided to reconcile with my dad, My mother has always run the show their entire marriage, so the fact he is putting his foot down and divorcing her and going nc with Nicky shows he is serious about wanting to make amends. \n\nI don't think I will ever reconcile with my mother, as she thinks Nicky is a victim also in all this and at this point I don't care to listen to her excuses. If she reaches out and we talk, I will update the post again. \n\nFor my ex, I haven't had the time to meet with him and talk, though my dad mentioned he wanted to come with my dad but he told him I would be too overwhelmed if both were there and seeing them separated will help make clear decisions. \n\nHe also mentioned my ex was arrested for assaulting Nicky's friend who lied about the entire situation, he was being charged but the charges were dropped a few days later. \n\nI will update the post again, when I have have time to speak to my ex. \n\nThank you guys for your being so patient and so caring and just amazing." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/LetsNotMeet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I live below a cult leader and I fear I've angered her\n#####\nI (f28) have lived in the same apartment for four years. My neighbors in the unit above me are a couple in their 30s who have lived there for about three years with no issues between us.\n\nDuring the past 6 months, I’ve noticed some changes in their behaviors. At first it was just a few days per week: I’d hear music with heavy bass accompanied by rhythmic jumping. I assumed they bought an exercise bike or something, but sometimes the jumping gets so intense that it shakes my overhead light fixtures.\n\nThe jumping routine has been escalating to the point that it takes place every day, normally between 8am and 10am. I also noticed that they called 1-800-JUNK and got rid of a lot of nice possessions. However, I figured none of this was my business, so I kept my observations to myself. \n\nAbout three weeks ago, everything escalated. Multiple times per week (on weekdays and during working hours) it sounds like they’re hosting a mini burning man event in their apartment. The music is so loud and clear that it sounds as if I’m at a concert while sitting in my living room. There’s clearly a lot of people involved because the jumping / stomping shakes multiple light fixtures and cabinets.\n\nThe music is a mix of new age / spiritual vibes, dance beats, and a male voiceover giving weird instructions like, “rebrand yourself, surrender yourself” \\stomp stomp\\ in response. I’ve taken audio recordings on my phone and one video from the hallway during these events. I still didn’t complain to the building, but I wanted evidence in case it became a regular thing.\n\nThis week, I’ve encountered a big problem. The couple above me has a private patio, which is directly above my bedroom. I came home from a 3-day trip out of town yesterday and my ceiling is legitimately collapsing in one corner. Big chunks of plaster had fallen to the ground, and I saw a little water.\n\nI immediately called my superintendent since I don’t want to be buried alive by ceiling rubble if it gives out. When he came to check it out, he was shocked and PISSED.\n\nHe said that the woman in the couple appears to be “working with some people” doing workshops or something. He can see their patio from his apartment window and has watched the group do these dancing + jumping + “dirt rituals” out there on a weekly basis. He said they all dance and jump to the music, and then spread dirt (along with “something else” – he doesn’t know what it is) across the patio on a weekly basis. He believes that the dirt + unknown substance combo is getting through the wooden cracks, absorbing water, and weighing down my ceiling.\n\nIn order to fix the problem, my super said he had to go talk to the woman, check out their patio, and ultimately hire a contractor to pull up the wood to scrape out whatever the hell is causing my ceiling to fall.\n\nI could hear them talking from my room, and the woman sounded distraught and defensive. When my super left, he called me and warned me that she might try to come down to my apartment and demand to see the damage, but don’t let her in. This was a little concerning to me: Is she a threat? The damage is real, I wouldn’t mind showing her. She started playing her music again relatively loud, kind of like a warning shot.\n\nI mentioned the music / jumping to the super and said I had audio recordings. He started begging me to send the evidence to the front office. It sounds like he wants them evicted. I said ok sure (I hate to be a rat, but if I have to choose sides, I’ll side with the building that dictates my annual rent price). He called me twice more that afternoon to confirm that I shared my evidence and I said yes.\n\nShortly after everything went down, I left my apartment to run an errand. The woman was outside just standing on the sidewalk and stared at me the whole time as I walked by. I ignored her. This isn’t my fault.\n\nNow today, I went to run another quick errand in the neighborhood. When I returned, the couple was again standing on the sidewalk (both of them this time), followed me into the building, and then waited until I was opening my apartment door to confront me.\n\nThey were both wearing creepy fake smiles (the woman has horse girl hair down to her waist) and started interrogating me. They asked “is your ceiling really collapsing? When did it start? Do you think it was related to the recent rainfall? Because our patio is just fine.”\n\nI was a little uncomfortable. Were they waiting for me outside? How did they know I even left the building? Why were they both standing there — I’ve literally never seen them enter together in their three years of living here. But I have nothing to hide so I confirmed the damage is pretty bad, I just don’t want it to fall during the winter, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but hopefully the work will be done quickly for everyone’s sake. They seemed satisfied enough, so I said have a good day and shut my door.\n\nI’m getting the sense that they’re nervous about what the contractors will find when they tear open their patio. What the f\\ck is up with dirt rituals? Who are these people she’s “working with”? I don’t know what they look like, or why they’re available to stomp around on weekdays.\n\nThe repair work has started on both sides, but the contractors will come on Wednesday for the grand reveal of what’s under the patio that’s making my ceiling collapse.\n\nIn the meantime, I feel like I need to be alert and keep my eyes out for these “people,” as well as the couple. It’s unusual for me to see them in general, especially twice in two days. They seem scared and in denial of the problem. They also literally ambushed me. Hopefully it’s over soon!\n\nTL;DR* – My upstairs neighbors are hosting “workshops” with intense music, jumping, and dirt rituals. Now my bedroom ceiling is collapsing, it feels like they’re watching me, and they don’t want us to find out what’s weighing down my roof.\n\nAudio recordings: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzGSgovUbWg](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzGSgovUbWg)\n\n\n\nUPDATE:\n\nThe contractors came today and reported that there was, in fact, “dirt and sludge” visible below the neighbors’ patio. However, thanks to the help of my Internet-sleuthing friend, I’ve gained a lot more insight into the realm that dwells above me.\n\nAs one Redditor suggested (nice work!), my neighbor is affiliated with multiple ecstatic dance communities — both international and local. The international group has planned events during which all cells of the organization host dance sessions simultaneously. It also has a YouTube channel that streams psytrance music 24/7. I listened to a portion of it and a female voiceover declared, “You Are Becoming…the Game Master.”\n\nMeanwhile, the local groups seem to be more exclusive and more radical in their mindset. One of the local groups (hosted by my neighbor’s good friend) conducts 3-day events that cost upwards of $400 for admission. Participation in all 3 days is mandatory (I get the impression they all sleep in the studio space), and the event description mentions that it begins with a “ritual.”\n\nThe last (and darkest) affiliation that I’ve confirmed via social media footprints is that my neighbor and a few members of the local communities are also involved with some compassionate death groups. There’s no way for me to verify at this time if these affiliations overlap in a meaningful way, so I will simply state the facts that I have evidence to prove.\n\nMy super asked me about the jumping again when I saw him today (he remains eager to act). He agreed with my new game plan to wait for another large event to happen, and then call him to “check on my dishwasher” so he can intervene.\n\nSo for now, the ways in which the puzzle pieces of ecstatic dance, compassionate death, patio “dirt rituals,” and ceiling collapse connect will remain a mystery. " } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/ethtrader." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "eth can hit $10,000 by 2023\n#####\nETH can hit 10,000 once this starts. comparing 2018 to 2022 just so identical it can't be missed. Don't get left behind the speed boat is on the move ?? 10k \n\nhttps://ibb.co/TqQHtZz" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "We've been locked in our classroom for days, and our teacher is starting to act very strange...\n#####\n*Day One.\n\nWe had just opened our textbooks to chapter eight when the alarms blared overhead. A red strobing light spun by the door as metal slats slid down the wall to seal us in. \n\nThe others started to stir and panic at their desks. \n\n“Now, now. Class, I’m sure everything is fine. Probably just a drill.” Mr. Jonas held up his hands in an attempt to soothe the crowd. \n\nJust as he was about to open his mouth, Evie came over the intercom. \n\n“Level 3 Contagion located in the south quadrant of campus. Lockdown protocol is now in effect. Isolation protocol is now in effect.” \n\n“Oh no…” The teacher suddenly looked pale and a little panicked himself. \n\n\\---\n\nDay Three.\n\nI slid my rook across the tiled chessboard to overtake Patricia’s bishop. She stuck out her tongue in defiance as I removed it from the board. I smirked and then shoved another saltine cracker in my mouth. \n\nMr. Jonas said we shouldn’t be in here much longer. It was probably just taking the CDC a while to quarantine and eradicate the contagion. He said it must be a pretty nasty virus if they are keeping us locked in our classrooms. \n\nWe have enough snacks for another day or so. It’s been difficult to ration properly when all you have are crackers, candy, and canned spray cheese. \n\nOverall, though, we were keeping our hopes up which was all we could really do. Staying positive, for now. \n\n\\---\n\nDay Five.* \n\nThe room was starting to smell foul. We’d designated some buckets in the corner as the bathrooms and they were about half full and beyond putrid. \n\nWe ran out of food last night. My stomach rumbled with hunger, but I did my best to ignore it. I didn’t feel like playing chess or reading anymore, instead I just napped at my desk as much as possible to pass the time. I was hoping at any moment I’d be awoken to the doors opening so that I could go home. I missed my parents. \n\nMr. Jonas was losing his composure too. He’d been pretty put together up to this point and ensuring we were all calm. But his eyes looked a little wild now, and he kept pacing the room talking to himself. A few times I heard him cursing under his breath and then reciting prayers. \n\nI really hope we get out of here soon. \n\n\\---\n\n*Day Eight.\n\nBang…bang…bang\n\nA pounding sound coming from the other side of the classroom pulled me from my dreams. \n\nBang…bang…bang\n\nI stayed still to appear asleep but cracked my eyes just enough to watch as the Biology teacher smashed a chair against the steel door over and over again. \n\nBang…bang…bang\n\nHe was really losing it.\n\n“Let us out of here!” Mr. Jonas screamed as he tossed the chair to the side. \n\n“I cannot do that sir. A Level 3 Contagion has been detected. I have sealed off the affected area, but you must stay isolated for your safety.” The robotic voice hummed over the speakers. \n\nHe screeched profanities at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. \n\nSome of the other boys were becoming aggressive as well. There had been some fights the last couple of mornings. Also, some hands going where they shouldn’t be going, back behind the fake plants and lab equipment.\n\nIt seemed as if we were slowly devolving. Becoming an enclosure of chimpanzees, like one you’d see at the zoo but only hungrier. \n\nWe needed out, or something terrible was going to happen. \n\n\\---\n\nDay Ten.* \n\nWe’d been on a diet of tap water for the past five days. I felt dizzy every time I stood from my desk. The room would spin and I’d almost black out. I kept my footing by sheer force of willpower. I had this irrational fear that if I passed out, I’d be eaten by my classmates, like a pack of hyenas on a gazelle. Feasting on my intestines as they spilled across the tiled floor.\n\nIt sounded crazy if I said it out loud, but when I looked around the room and saw all the hungry faces, I didn’t think the idea was too farfetched after all. \n\nMr. Jonas hasn’t said a word in over twelve hours. He’s just been sitting at his desk, carving something into the surface of it with an exacto knife. \n\nFor the first time today, I had the thought that maybe we weren’t going to make it out of this. Maybe we were all going to die in this classroom. \n\nI hung my head and cried. \n\n\\---\n\n*Day Thirteen.\n\n“Mr. Jonas! Mr. Jonas stop!” Micah cried. \n\n“Don’t you see? We have to do this, we need food. It’s survival 101. When the pack is suffering and food is scarce, they turn on their weakest member. It’s simple biology. Survival of the fittest.” \n\nMr. Jonas had his hands around Trevor’s neck, squeezing so hard that the boy’s eyes were about to pop from his skull. \n\nTrevor struggled beneath him, but he was frail and terribly small for his age. \n\nMicah grabbed a large beaker from the table and lifted it high over his head. \n\n“Mr. Jonas stop now! Don’t make me do this!” \n\nBut the teacher was long gone, his eyes gleamed with delight as drool dripped down his chin from salivating at the thought of a meal. \n\nI jumped to my feet as Micah brought the beaker down as hard as he could onto Mr. Jonas’ head. It shattered to pieces on impact, knocking the teacher out cold. \n\nI helped Micah push him off Trevor. The poor kid was wheezing and gasping for air as tears streamed down his face. \n\n“You’re alright, it’s okay, you’re alright.” Micah patted the kid on the back, trying to calm him as he wailed. \n\nSuddenly there was a scream like a war cry and Mr. Jonas was air born. He leaped across a desk and plowed into Micah. \n\nThey both went sprawling across the tile. Micah resisted him but Mr. Jonas ended up on top and began dropping his elbows viciously on Micah’s face causing blood to spew from his nose and mouth. \n\nStatic filled my mind, I didn’t think, I only reacted. I reached down and picked up a hunk of glass from the broken beaker, grabbed Mr. Jonas shaggy hair and pulled it back to extend his neck. I pulled the glass through the meat of his throat as hard as I could. \n\nI’d never seen so much blood before. It poured in a waterfall across Micah’s chest. \n\nMr. Jonas fell to the side once more, this time never to get up again. \n\nI stared at my blood-soaked hands. I felt nothing. No remorse, no fear. Only static. \n\nSuddenly the metal slats retracted into the ceiling and the door swung open. \n\n“Lockdown protocol has been lifted. Please continue with your regular schedules. Lockdown protocol has been lifted.”* Her cheery robotic voice seemed so distant and out of place now. \n\nThe other students gathered around me, just staring at the pool of blood. I think it was the hunger talking, but a part of me wanted to know what it tasted like. I think the others did too. \n\nThankfully, before that could happen a man in a suit strolled into the classroom. \n\n“Hello, class.” His perfect teeth gleamed under the LEDs. \n\nBefore we could say anything a team of adults in overalls poured into the room. Some began taking pictures of everything. Others started cleaning up Mr. Jonas. \n\nOne man with gray hair dropped a large box on the teacher’s desk and opened it. He then started throwing fresh fruit and granola bars to each of the students. \n\nWe devoured everything he gave us. I started to feel more like myself after two bananas and four granola bars. They tasted like heaven, a sweet salvation. \n\nThe first man with the nice teeth in the expensive suit waited until we were all done before he addressed us again. \n\n“I know it’s been a long thirteen days guys, I appreciate you all hanging in there. I’ve alerted each of your parents that you’ve been cleared to go home.”\n\nThe classroom erupted in cheers as we all hugged each other. Even Micah, covered in gore, danced around excitedly. \n\n“You’ll all be able to go home soon but first I just need to do a little debrief with each of you before you go. I’m going to set up in the counselor’s office and Mr. Moses here is going to bring you down one by one to give your account on what happened here during isolation.” \n\nWe all nodded our heads in agreement, anything to get out of here. \n\nMr. Moses, the man with the grey hair and the snacks, took us down one by one and we spilled our guts to the man with the nice teeth. \n\nWhen I gave my story on what it was like I still felt numb, even when describing how I’d killed Mr. Jonas, I just felt… nothing. \n\nIt wasn’t until I’d gotten home that evening that I’d broken down and wept. Once I was in my mother’s arms I cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore. Then I ate more food than I ever had. I shoveled pasta down my throat until I thought my stomach would burst. \n\nIt was a good feeling. To be full. To be human again. \n\n\\---\n\nYears later while I was at University a whistleblower had leaked that what we’d endured at the school was a government coverup for a top-secret experiment. \n\nThere had been no virus, no contagion. It began as an experiment to test the artificial intelligence system they had at the school. But then it morphed into a social experiment to see how long we would last before someone was murdered or severely harmed. To test the boundaries of civility and moral character under immense pressure. Just in case there was a real issue with the code in the A.I. and this scenario became a reality elsewhere. \n\nWhen I’d killed Mr. Jonas, it had ended the experiment. \n\nThe news had made me sick to my stomach, I was angry and disgusted for weeks. \n\nI was okay with it now though. You see, Trevor may have been small, the weakest member of the pride perhaps, but he was also a genius. With his hacking expertise we were able to locate Mr. Nice Teeth and Mr. Moses. \n\nIt’s been six days so far and every time they scream and hit the door with a chair, I just can’t help but smile. \n\nIt’s a little experiment a few of us are conducting. It’ll end when someone is murdered or severely injured. \n\nMaybe…" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/nosleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I’ve been squatting in a condemned high rise. These are the rules I follow to stay safe.\n#####\nI’m not homeless.\n\nI have a home. I just don’t own it. But it’s mine and I work to keep it. Every city has its fair share of abandoned buildings to squat in, but usually you gotta deal with either cops or shitty neighbours. The Annedale High Rise has neither. Police stay away, so do the locals. As a stranger from out of town I stumbled across the place on my first night in the city and thought it a little strange that a 28 story tower block had been left to rot. Every window black. Every light in the courtyard smashed. No cars in the lot. No booth for a guard. Not even barbed wire on the fence. Barely half-a-mile from a playground filled with shouting drunken teenagers but none of them strayed in the direction of Annedale. No fires or music or bottles hurtling through the air. It was silent.\n\nInside, I found that the lobby had been torn to shit. Double doors ripped open and left that way for what looked like years. Easy access for the curious, but I was the only one there. Most of the first story had collapsed. Waterlogged ceiling tiles turned to mulch by shitty British weather. I know water is invasive, but it had practically fucking colonised the place so bad algae was growing up the walls. Even the elevator shaft was flooded. My own reflection looking back at me as I peered through brackish water and caught a glimpse of the old rusted carriage just a few feet below. I couldn’t help but think about standing on top of it, waist high, and reaching down to pull open the emergency hatch. Only natural to wonder what was down there. Little metal box soaking in pitch black water for years and years. I thought about pressing the button, calling it up and seeing the elevator rise in spite of all logic. An image I still think of from time to time.\n\nMeanwhile the empty shaft loomed above, cables whistling in the wind. I’ve learned not to linger by it. If you look up you’ll sometimes see something ducking out of the way, pulling its head through the doors before you get a good look. It finds it awfully funny, even tries to make a game out of it, like peekaboo. Play too much though and it starts to pop up elsewhere. Any open door becomes an invitation. Sent more than a few people running for their lives in the middle of the night, but bad news for them. That thing is more than free to leave this place if it’s part of a game.\n\nIf you ask about Annedale most people just shrug or laugh. Kids’ll talk about it same way they talk about any haunted house. Difference is no one dares anyone to go up there. No one uses it to get pissed or high. No one sneaks into the basement to have a risky little fuck. No one hides their stashes there. It has all the hallmarks of your classic urban legend, only people actually stay away. They’ll laugh and joke and tell scary stories, but they treat the soil its on like it houses a radioactive leak. And the council, I’m surprised they haven’t knocked it down but they, out of everyone in the city, have the most to lose by talking about it.\n\nThey built it in the mid fifties as government housing. Only a lot of the young mothers who moved in there found their children’s health taking a turn for the worse. Started with newborns. Babies that wouldn’t wake after a peaceful night’s sleep. The kinda deaths that got written off as either negligence or abuse, screaming teenage girls hauled off to prison on the words of doctors who didn’t give a shit. It’s always the mother’s fault in some people’s eyes, and these girls had no one to stand up for them. Two in the first year, four in the next, and they kept on coming for every year until it closed.\n\nWasn’t until 1982 that someone traced the source of deaths to tainted water storage on the roof. Toxic metals leeching into the supply. Not enough to kill an adult, but bad news for anyone with weak immune systems. Thirty eight women had been imprisoned by then. Another twenty three had killed themselves before they could be sentenced. And those are just the ones accounted for. Not all the deaths were from the water. Annedale has a way of being bad for any child’s health, no matter the circumstance.\n\nMore than a few toddlers starved to death as their parents rotted in the tub from an overdose. Even more were lost when they found their parent’s stash, little bodies wracked with agonising fits as their panicked mothers screamed for help. One tripped down the elevator shaft because the doors opened as if the carriage was right there. And those are the ones who were found. Plenty more went missing, written off as runaways. In the end Annedale’s reputation as a cursed place got so bad the only way out was to shut the whole thing down. Board it up. Erase it from the records. Pretend it never happened and just forget.\n\nBut Annedale kept on killing even after the doors were officially shut. If anything it only got nastier. Talked to one cop who told me he found a guy dead from sepsis on the sixth floor couple years after the place was shut down. No one could fucking believe it. They reckon this guy scratched himself on a nail and caught gangrene like it was the 1800s. Never went to the hospital. Just laid there and died slowly and painfully as the infection spread, but not before he took every last bit of furniture in the room and shoved it against the door. Strange enough on its own, but it was the flag he’d made out of his own clothes that freaked everyone out. He’d scrawled HELP on it, like he wanted to get someone’s attention down below even though the lock was on his side. He could’ve left anytime he wanted.\n\nCop I spoke to said he was there when they kicked the door down. Still remembers the look in dead man’s eyes. He was glaring at the door two days after he’d passed, white knuckled fists gripping a blanket that smelled sickly sweet from all that infection.\n\nThere were others too. Lots of people falling, many of them without a good reason. Got so bad they bricked the roof door but by the time I arrived someone had cleared it all away with a sledge hammer. I still don’t hang out up there. Not after I first went up and saw pale fingers gripping the ledge, like someone was hanging off it and holding on for dear life. I reckon a lotta people see something like that and think a person needs their help. They go rushing over to offer a hand. But when I saw it something about those grimy nails set alarm bells off in my head. Fingers looked all wrong. So I took my coat off and used a broom handle to move it closer to the ledge. Sure enough those ugly hands snatched at the coat and ripped it outta my hands, sending it hurtling to the parking lot below. I’ve thought about taking a closer look from time to time, but I got a thing about heights and could never bring myself to investigate it much further.\n\nYou’d think I’d leave, but it’s my home. I own it as much as it owns me. People even refer to me as the caretaker now like they forgot I wasn’t always here. Police treat me the same, can you believe that? Any reports of a break in and they call me on my number to go take a look, like I’m some sort of official. Only other guy who was here as long as me was the philosopher. I don’t know his name, just call him that because of the books he left behind. He came here back when the block was still just a place to live and he stuck around for a few years after its closure. Lots of notebooks in his flat. Thousands of pages talking about child sacrifice made to gods who don’t like being named, along with pictures of strange things frozen in ice and medical photos that look fake.\n\nAt first I thought he came to document the curse. He has dozens of books just recording all the strange things he saw, like birds with too many wings or milk that turned to clotted blood in the bottle. But after going through every thing he owned I found letters to a wife who’d died in childbirth. He kept her death certificate way at the back of an old looking box filled with the letters he’d kept writing her long after the date.\n\nAnother box, just a row over, had the letters she’d written back. Awful things scrawled on random scraps, shit and blood for ink. He dated them himself and sometimes wrote notes about how they came to him.\n\nDelivered by a rat that was cannibalised in front of me.\n\nPulled by my dentist from a cavity in my mouth.\n\nWritten in the web of a spider with thirteen legs.\n\nAnyway, he gives away the real reason he moved to Annedale in one of the letters. Says that Annedale was the key to helping her, that he was weeks away from figuring out how to open the door. Told his wife he’d bring her back. Told her he knew how. I’ve never figured out where he went next or what happened to him, but his apartment was locked when I found it and likely would’ve stayed that way if the key hadn’t turned up in my inside pocket on the first morning. Now I live in his old place. It’s safe in there. He’s written things on the wall that keep everything well behaved. Symbols that I don’t understand but which are easy to trace so that’s what I do. I go over them every couple of months and so far they’ve kept me safe and sane.\n\nBecause you do need protection in Annedale. I don’t know when in its history the curse went from something mundane to something very real and very dark. It wasn’t all just bad luck or poverty, not by the end and certainly not anymore. You can’t just go strolling around Annedale, certainly not at night. It’s dangerous. For one thing, it attracts a constant rotation of the deeply unwell who are likely to attack on sight, if you’re luckly. They usually turn up dead in the halls come morning, although sometimes it’s just bits of them that I come across. Strips of skin floating on the brackish water that floods the basement stairwell, or bloodied fingernails embedded in the ceiling plaster. Weirdest one was a single tooth in a lightbulb, bloody gum still attached to the root, the glass all around it somehow intact.\n\nMany of them come here with business, something a little like the philosopher’s. Rituals. Bargains. Things like that. It’s not a good idea to interrupt them, or to give them even the slightest hint you might be a problem. Every night I lock my door and wait for Annedale’s business to finish and come morning I do a sweep, floor by floor, and clean up whatever’s left of the tower block’s strange pilgrims.\n\nMost of the rituals don’t look real to me. In fact, I reckon a lotta people who come here just end up as victims of something or someone else. There are a lot of reasons to stay out of Annedale at night, and most of its visitors strike me as a little naïve. Most of what I see looks like it got stolen from a bad death metal album. I once found a book called “Satanism and Witchcraft in the 21st Century”. It’s hard to imagine that the secret inner workings of the universe can be found in something with an ISBN number and 3000 Amazon reviews. Of course, not all attempts at exploiting Annedale’s energy are so hackneyed. I had one guy turn up at my door and pay me three grand in cash just to show him the darkest corner in the building. I wasn’t sure what he meant at first. Thought he meant light and shadow.\n\n“Sort of,” he replied when I explained this to him. “Darkness like that can be part of it. But I’m looking for a corner, has to be a right angle or more acute. Ideally, more acute. You understand that term right?”\n\nHe’d seemed arrogant and that last sentence confirmed as much. Good looking guy in his late twenties, nice suit. Looked like the stereotypical banker. Acted like one too.\n\n“Plenty of places like that,” I said. “Lots of funny rooms in Annedale. People trying to make the most of limited space. Sometimes the walls meet at tight angles, sure. But I don’t know what you mean about dark. There’s the basement. It’s flooded. Can’t think of anywhere darker than that.”\n\nHe bit his lip and hesitated for a second or two, as if he was actually contemplating it.\n\n“Not a bad suggestion actually, but no, too difficult to reach. And I don’t just mean dark as in the absence of light. I mean dark like under the bed. Dark like that one chip in a wall that leads to a hollow space between the bricks and as a child you can’t help but wonder what lives there. Somewhere that just inexplicably feels… like it’s not got as much of God’s attention on it as everywhere else.”\n\nI thought about this for a second. His words were vague but damn if I didn’t know what he meant.\n\n“A corner?” I asked. “Has to be an acute corner?”\n\nHe nodded.\n\n“I think I know the place,” I said and he smiled like real creep.\n\nI took him to a flat on the eighth floor. It was rundown like everywhere else but there was still enough of its old furniture lying around. You can pull open random drawers in there and still see the cutlery people once used. There’s even an old analogue TV on an old stand. You can perch on what’s left of the sofa and stare at that TV and get the feeling you knew the people who lived there once. Run your thumb over the dials on the toaster, the handle of the fridge, or the yellowing plastic of a light switch, and feel an aching loss that creeps up on you out of nowhere.\n\nLook up and you’ll see that the light fixture has been torn out of the ceiling, like someone had tried swinging from it.\n\nNot a big place, by the way. Three rooms. A bedroom with a double bed all rumpled up. A living room slash kitchen. And a tiny little spare room that looked like it once would have been used for storage, or a washing machine maybe, if you were single and childless. A slither of space, a triangle carved out of whatever room was left over when other more important walls had been put up. That sofa I mentioned, the TV, they were all placed so whoever was sat down could always keep an eye on that room and its contents.\n\nYou see they’d put a cot inside and it’s still there, bluebottle flies circling overhead. You can’t see inside the cot, not unless you went in and actually pulled the blankets out but it’s been decades and no one has managed it yet. It’s dark behind those old blankets, a heavy shadow that dissuades a closer look, like there’s something in there no one needs to see and it’s spent a long time sat there eating what little light there was. Even with a window in that room, daylight doesn’t really filter down.\n\n“Perfect,” the businessman said when he saw it. He gazed around the flat one detail at a time, his head pausing for a moment and a smile creeping across his face as he laid his eyes on the broken light fixture. And the cot, the sight of it, the flies that still circled above faded Winnie the Pooh blankets, it made the breath catch in his throat.\n\n“Oh this is… yes this is good,” he told me. “Dark like under the bed. You’ve earned that money. I could have had a dozen men sweep this place and they wouldn’t have understood the brief as well as you have.”\n\n“Thank you,” I replied even if that wasn’t really how I felt.\n\nQuietly the man sat down and began to unpack his leather satchel. No pentagrams to be found, although he did unpack seven strange looking candles. He caught me looking at them and smiled.\n\n“Home made,” he said. “Each one shaped by my hands. I’m not a good artist, but it’s the effort that counts. Took forever to rend the wax. Of course that was the easy part. The hard part was getting the fat to make it. Did you know there can be a surprisingly high level of security around a hospital’s medical waste department?”\n\n“I didn’t,” I replied as he took out some flimsy bits of wood and a few small nails. He oh so carefully began to nail the splinters of wood together into what looked like random shapes.\n\n“Oh well,” he sighed after a few quiet moments, his fingers nimbly gripping the tiny hammer as he tapped away. Already he’d put together at least six of the strange little wooden polygons, and with each new one I felt a strange sensation. “Would you like to stay and watch?” he asked.\n\n“Absolutely not,” I answered.\n\nHe stopped tapping and smiled once more.\n\n“Oh you’re clever,” he said. “That’s the correct answer, by the way. And if I’m to respect it, I should inform you that now is the safest time to leave.”\n\nI made my way to the exit just as he lit the first candles, but not before I looked towards the cot one last time. I was surprised to see a hollow blackness that extended beyond the doorway, like a curtain had been draped across it, only there was depth to it that drew the eye. The businessman paid it no attention, but after a few more seconds he eventually looked up at me expectantly.\n\n“Can I ask what is it you want?” I said. “Everyone who comes here, I don’t get the sense it ever works out for them.”\n\n“I’m looking for a new kind of afterlife,” he replied.\n\n“Do you need one?”\n\n“We all need one,” he said with a wry chuckle. “But only those of us willing to take a few risks will get a better deal. Everyone else…” He grimaced. “It’s worth the bother. But look who I’m speaking to.”\n\nHe looked to the darkness that enveloped the doorway. Shapes could be seen floating past.\n\n“You should leave now,” he said.\n\nI pulled the door shut and, noticing that the sun was rapidly setting, ran to my apartment where I knew the walls would keep me safe.\n\nWhen I returned the next day the man’s satchel was still where I’d last seen it, propped against one arm of the sofa. The candles had burned down to the very end of the wicks and left a lingering smell that’s still there all these years later. And of the man himself, well in the room with the cot—which still has bluebottle flies orbiting overhead—there is now a shadow burned into the wall. It’s blurry and diffused, but vaguely recognisable as a man on his knees, his head pressed to the floor in a gesture of supplication.\n\nI’ve known it to occasionally move, to turn its head and look towards me at which my point my temples throb, my ears pop, and a darkness begins to encroach upon the edges of my vision. I never exactly considered that flat to be Disneyland before, but now I avoid it like the plague.\n\nStill, it could be worse. Not every ritual ends so cleanly and at times I’ve had to personally intervene, something I hate bitterly. If people want to go poking around in the universe’s undercarriage that’s their business. It’s one thing if I’ve got to sweep what’s left of them up afterwards but at least that’s a one and done job. Sometimes it isn’t so clean. One guy turned up and told me he’d be a new “resident”, my neighbour, and we’d get to know each other. A bumbling old man with an upper class accent and the look of a professor who was down on his luck. He set up in the room next to mine and no matter how little I spoke to him, he never really got the hint and kept trying to act like a good friend. Few times I did initiate conversation it was to tell him the place he’d chosen didn’t have much in the way of protection. He pointed to some funny little rashes and told me they were his protection.\n\nOver the next few weeks I’d bump into him from time to time, always on his hands and knees, scraping some dank corner or mouldy pile of bumpy growths. He collected fungi, told me on the first day, and I’d often see him wiping his samples onto petri dishes that he whispered quiet words to whenever he thought I wasn’t around. I don’t think he was sane, but he probably wasn’t completely barmy because he lived long enough to get a sense of Annedale and only come out in the day. Meanwhile his apartment filled up with a growing collection of chittering terrariums and pickle jars, their specimens hidden by murky fluids. All over, he planted and cultivated strange mushrooms and moulds. Encouraged them to soak up the darkness of Annedale and set them to grow in the rife conditions he’d cultivated.\n\nTowards the end his living room had mushrooms growing out the walls. Plaster crumbling beneath microbial armies until there was only concrete and rebar, and even then mould continued to grow and thrive. A few times I peered in and found him feeding meat to the frilly growths that exploded out of the old furniture. During this time the symbols on our shared wall would often grow hot, and I found myself having to replace them on a nearly daily basis as he tinkered away on the other side. I asked him once or twice to tone it down.\n\n“This is important work,” he growled, an unseen darkness creeping into his voice. “I’m not some ditzy crackhead trying to summon the Baphomet! I’m not looking to get high. This is science. Progress! That is what I am working towards.”\n\n“Yeah well your progress is trying to eat its way into my flat. Can you ask it to stop?”\n\nHe stopped, froze in mid gesture like I’d said something either profoundly stupid or insightful, or likely a bit of both. He looked at the rashes on his arms that had, by now, started to sprout some of their own strange fruit. When he finally spoke again it was sly, like a lecherous old man propositioning a nurse.\n\n“This fungi,” he said. “They had samples of it in the university for thirty years! Can you imagine? They never even realised what they had until I found it and unlocked its potential. Now I’ve finally found the source and I can do things no one else thought possible. This entire time my thesis has depended upon the idea that the fungus has… a capacity for information processing way beyond anything we’ve considered before. And your idea is a good one, you know? Asking it just might be an option…”\n\nHe scuttled off without another word and for the next few days he set about the building like a furious little honey bee in Spring. Poking and prodding, setting trap after trap and cleaning them vigorously of any rats or mice he caught. When I did my morning sweeps I’d find him hovering over Annedale’s latest victims, scraping what was left of them into transparent bags for his own purposes.\n\n“Don’t mind me,” he’d mutter. “It’s worthless to you, but these poor souls could help me achieve great things.”\n\nThis persisted for another month. He no longer scraped mould or mushrooms off old apartments. He became interested only in meat, and by the time it came to an end I can say confidently that I have never smelled anything worse than the prickly musty odour that wafter out from under his locked door. It became so bad that I began to wonder if I might have to ask for police help and have him removed when, finally, he simply disappeared from Annedale’s halls. One morning he was there, annoyingly shooing me out of the way as he lowered jars into the flooded basement, and then the next he was gone and Annedale’s halls were silent once more.\n\nBut that didn’t mean he had moved out. Far from it, actually.\n\nIt took two days before I decided to just go ahead and break his door down. I kicked at it with a short sharp blow only to find my leg immediately disappeared through wood that had the texture of sodden cardboard. I freed my foot and tried a different tactic, grabbing the handle and pulling so hard that it simply popped right out of the rancid wooden frame. Free to move, the door swung open with an eerie creak and fetid air, hot and damp, blew out of the room.\n\nInside I found that the man’s specimens had gone wild. Terrariums had shattered, their contents spilling outwards. Frogs as large as footballs glared at me from behind furry fronds, and insects with human eyes scuttled away before the amphibians could snatch them up. In one corner rats had built a hive out of old cardboard, their backs covered with fungal growths that resembled human fingers and other appendages. In another corner something that looked a little like a black rubber sheet slapped furiously at passing vermin and it took me a few seconds to realise it was a slime mould. When it finally caught something it dragged the strange creature squealing into the dark corner where it grew and constricted around its meal like a fist. I stared at it horrified until one by one black orbs unveiled itself from within the strange mass and I realised it had eyes to stare right back at me.\n\nIt was a cacophony of God awful terror, so gripping that it kept me from hearing the muffled noise of a human struggling to speak. Eventually it did reach my ears and I used my torch to light up the far wall without having to actually step inside.\n\nI found the scientist half-grown into the wall. Algae and moss coated him head-to-toe so that he was no longer recognisable, but I had to assume it could be no one else. Wide eyes glared at me with terror and pain as nasty little critters nibbled away at what was left of his shins, meanwhile strange tendrils probed at his ears and head, never resting for a moment. He kept trying to speak, but the algal growths kept driving their way into his mouth until, one-by-one, they pushed too far and something snapped. His eyes went wider still, his squeals became hysterical, and his jaw slowly slid further down his chest until it hit the floor with a sodden thump.\n\n“Finally made contact?” I asked. “An awful idea if I’ve heard one. What would a mushroom have to say even in the best of circumstances? Let alone one that was grown in the ruins of Annedale? I can only assume you never got around to telling it to stay off my wall, did you? No you probably had your own reason or doing all of this and that’s what took priority.”\n\nThat made me wonder what it was he’d asked for. As the thought entered my head I took a quick look around and tried to see if anything particular stood out to me. Something was growing on the sofa that looked strangely human-shaped. It might have been just my imagination, but in the dark it seemed to turn towards me. Meanwhile the scientist continued to shiver in agony, his eyes focused on me and begging for help.\n\n“I’ll see what I can do,” I said before slamming the door. Something about that strange pile on the sofa had deeply unsettled me.\n\nI put the word out, asked for a gun, but got a crossbow instead a few days later. A nervous looking sixteen year old boy ferried it to my door. I was surprised he’d entered the building, but who knows who’d ordered him to do so. I’ve acquired a strange sort of respect amongst the locals and it comes in handy. This boy looked like he would have stamped on my head and robbed me blind any other day, but when he spoke to me he did so with more respect than I ever imagined I deserved. I thanked him, took the crossbow, spent an afternoon practicing with it, and then used it to kill the scientist the next morning.\n\nTook a few hits, but in the end one thumped into his forehead and shut down his whimpered moans. I didn’t see anything on the sofa this time, at least not anything human-shaped, which I was thankful for. After that it was a simple case of calling the police and beginning a long chain of events that ended with half-a-dozen men in hazmat suits spraying the room with noxious chemicals. For a while there I’d been worried that they’d find a corpse and ask questions, but by the time anyone actually entered the room there was nothing left of the scientist save a splotch on the floor.\n\nI never did figure out exactly what it was he was after, although it is not uncommon for my morning sweep to turn up a body (or part of) covered in fungal growths. And I have been known to occasionally catch glimpses of a strange person lowering themselves into the floodwater of the elevator shaft. Of course I might just be making connections that aren’t really there. All sorts of things live in that water. The entire level is flooded and if something was down there, it’d have free reign over quite a large space.\n\nIt's a strange world down there. I should know on account of one visitor who gave me a very bad time. I’ll call him the fisherman since he came to Annedale because of the flooded basement. Saw a photo that’s been circulating around for a while now, if you know where to look. God knows who took it and how, but it shows the flooded stairwell leading to the basement and beneath the brackish surface is a hand that’s all out of proportion. Fingers splayed with perfect symmetry like a starfish, it is reaching up out of the depths and resting gently on the third step below the water.\n\nWhen I first met him he was sitting happily with his feet over the edge of the flooded shaft, water up to his knees, with a rod and line set up beside him. It was quite a surprise at first, seeing him there with a little fly-fishing hat. A chubby but healthy looking man in his forties with an egg mayo sandwich in one hand and a phone playing candy crush in the other. I called out to him as I approached because, in my experience, startling someone in Annedale is bad for your health no matter how sane the visitor appears.\n\nHe looked up when I caught his attention and smiled amiably.\n\n“Hello,” he waved with his sandwich. “You’re the caretaker?”\n\n“Yes I am,” I answered. “And you are?”\n\n“Just a tourist,” he smiled. “Care to join me?”\n\nThe sun had risen only moments ago.\n\n“You weren’t here when it was dark, were you?” I asked more than a little suspicious.\n\n“Oh no you’ve only just caught me, been here barely ten minutes before you showed up. I was told you’d be willing to help in exchange for a small fee.”\n\n“What sort of help?” I asked.\n\n“Oh just give me a nudge if any of the lines start moving,” he said while pointing to a rod he’d set up beside the basement stairs. The door was propped open and the line led down into the darkness below, water gently lapping just out of sight. Another line had been set up in a corner of the lobby where the floor had been torn away revealing a hole straight down into the basement. “I can’t keep an eye on them all at once, you see. I have bells ready but, well, two heads are better than one.”\n\n“What is it exactly you’re hoping to catch down there?” I asked.\n\n“Are you familiar with the primordial ocean?” he said. “The abyssal waters that God split into light and dark, all that? It’s not a physical location, per se, but it does connect to certain bodies of water depending on the time and place. Last recorded manifestation was in a glass of old whiskey underneath a forgotten bar in Mexico City. Some poor fellow knocked it over and didn’t notice until the following day when half the bar was suddenly underwater. Quickly rectified but some of the things swimming in that water were something else, and all from at the bottom of a glass no wider than my wrist. Imagine what we can do with this!?” he said while gesturing at water by his feet.\n\n“You think there could be fish alive down there?” I asked.\n\n“At least,” he replied. “I’d be willing to pay for any reliable information, of course. Do you have any idea what might be down there?”\n\n“Not really,” I shrugged. “But I’d guess it wants to be left alone.”\n\n“Hmmm you might be right there,” he said while looking at his other rods. “I didn’t exactly put down any old lure, you know?”\n\nHe reached into his pocket and took out a strange tuft of fur and ivory, holding it up for me to squint at.\n\n“A tooth from a man who drowned in the sea. A drone collected it off a shipwreck near the Norwegian coast. The fur is actually red algae that was found growing on his bones. I have plenty of these and, well, other things that might appeal to what’s on the other side. My research was thorough and expensive. Come on, take a seat. Flat fee, one thousand, just sit here until the sun starts to set.”\n\n“I just have to sit?” I asked.\n\n“And let me know if you hear or see anything.”\n\nI groaned and sat beside him, folding my legs instead of letting them dangle in the water below. Despite my reticence, we stayed like that for several hours. He’d brought lots of food, good homemade stuff, along with plenty of cold beer. We sat there and spoke very little, but we did eat and drink a tremendous amount. Not the kind of thing I do normally, but I was being paid to be there, and I didn’t really have anywhere else to be. It was, all in told, a very pleasant afternoon.\n\nUntil I fell asleep.\n\nWhen I awoke it was with a terrible gasp. My chest was tight like something had been sitting on it, and judging from the terrible giggling and scampering feet I heard running off into the darkness, it might not have been just a feeling. Already panic was setting in as my eyes darted to the open doors and saw that the moon was out and had been for hours. I fumbled for my torch and turning it on saw that there was no sign of the fisherman. All his stuff had been left behind yet all that remained of him was his hat that still floated on the water. Even as I watched, a smooth glistening shape curled beneath the water and plucked it off the surface.\n\nI recoiled and crawled away from it as fast as I could. This was bad, I knew deep in my heart I’d never been as at risk I was in that moment. The open doors that led outside were tempting, but just beside them were the stairs that led downwards and I swore I could hear something approaching. I couldn’t help but picture the fungal man I’d seen in the scientist’s flat. Then again, that basement was huge and who knows what lay down there.\n\nI decided to go for the stairs. The entire time my heart was in my chest. I had never been caught outside my room at night, not since my first night when I’d slept in the lobby with my coat pulled over me. You don’t get lucky twice, not with Annedale, so I knew had to be careful. I had to be quiet. My only hope was to go unnoticed. I took to stealth, climbing each floor in perfect silence, hiding in well known spots at the slightest hint of footsteps, human or otherwise.\n\nAnnedale comes alive at night. Whispered mutterings from strange children who descend from air vents, living there for God knows how long. Other times I saw apparitions including one, a toddler, the sight of whom made my stomach growl with an insatiable hunger that hurt just to contemplate. She stared at me with pleading eyes as I slunk away from her open door. I might have been tempted to help her were it not for the sight of the moon peering through her translucent image.\n\nAnd yet, despite all this, I somehow made it to the fourteenth floor alive. Only it was there right at the final hurdle, so close to safety, that I came across something out of my worst nightmare.\n\nA woman stood outside my apartment door. Silent. Pale. Dirt covered fingernails. It was all too often I’d open my door and find muddy impressions on the floor made by a woman’s bare feet. Now I knew who left them every night. I couldn’t see her face from where I hid, but something about her seemed profoundly familiar.\n\nWhen she finally turned towards me I remembered. I recognised her, even though most of her face was missing. It was the philosopher’s wife. He had succeeded, it seemed. But I couldn’t imagine at what God awful price, because the woman who stared at me had clearly weathered some years in the grave. It was only the poor lighting and her long hair that had covered up just how bad a state she was in. A lipless grin stared back at me below sunken cheekbones and hollow eye sockets. And yet, I could tell that in another life she had been beautiful which only made the sight all the more gut-wrenching.\n\n“My darling,” she whispered, and there was something about her voice that I found hard to stay sane in the face of. I don’t know why. Over a decade in that place and I’d borne witness to living nightmares, but it was this walking corpse that pushed me to my limits. The inescapable feeling of loss weighed me down and without realising it I found myself taking steps towards her even as my knees buckled. By the time I reached her I was crawling until I could clutch her grimy icy leg, and that was the last thing I remember before I woke up in my bed the following morning.\n\nEverything seemed normal, so completely mundane that I could’ve written the whole thing off as a bad nightmare. But there were footprints leading from my bed to the door. And later on I found the fisherman’s things much as he left them, although when I finally reeled his lines in I found the lures gone and replaced with bits and pieces of the man who’d first set them up. I threw it all into the water below and decided it would be best to forget him.\n\nEvery now and again, of course, I can’t help but check my peephole at night. I never did before that, but now I do. I see her every single time. She looks sad. Hurts me to think of her out there. It ought to be terrifying but it’s more like someone’s ripped out my stomach and heart and let all my insides fall out the bottom.\n\nEach time I see her I wonder what exactly was it he did to bring her back?\n\nHe leaves only one hint. A final letter, I think. It’s not like he dated them. In it he says he would give everything to have her in his arms once more. Not only his life, but everything he’s already lived. Every sunset. Every good dream. Every nightmare. Every victory. Every loss. Every little memory that makes him who he is, he’d give it all just to save her.\n\nSometimes I wonder about him, figuring we’d probably be about the same age. I’d like to think back and imagine what it would have been like for the two of us to meet as young men, but for some reason whenever I try to remember what my life was like before I came to this city, before I woke up with that coat pulled over me… well, I don’t know…\n\nIt’s just hard, that’s all.\n\nIt's almost like there's nothing there. Like something reached in and took all the years away. I guess it's just one of those things I'm better off not dwelling on." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/scarystories." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for killing my girlfriends ex and then feeding him to her?\n#####\nMy girlfriend (25f) and I (25m) have been going out for a year now. Her ex boyfriend and her have always kept in touch as friends, and while it annoyed me, I allowed it. Recently, my girlfriend has started coming home late at night and has been texting an unusual amount. I pride myself in being a trusting person, but this seemed suspicious. This behavior went on for a month, with me confronting her about it a couple of times and only getting vague responses. Well, I checked her phone a few nights ago. I know that’s an invasion of privacy, but I had to. Just as I suspected, she had been texting her ex. A lot. They were having an affair. Despite my anger, I was able to calm down and form a plan. I apologized to my girlfriend for being suspicious, and have started preparing dinner for her (usually she makes it.) I even invited her ex over so that “they could catch up”. I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself. He didn’t even taste the poison. By the time he was groggy enough to realize something was wrong, I cut the power. In the darkness, I was able to grab him and haul him into the guest room of our house. After I turned the power back on, I convinced my girlfriend that he had left once the power went out. I even hid his car to create the illusion he had driven away. After she went to bed, I cut up her ex. I’ll spare the details, as it was pretty graphic. While she was at work, I started preparing dinner. Chopping up pieces of his flesh and putting them in the soup. Burning his lung and disguising it as normal meat. Baking his heart into a pie. By the time she got home, it was a full feast. It tasted amazing. The best part was when I told her the key ingredient. \nShe ran away from our house after I told her that. She screamed that I was a psycho and an asshole. She couldn’t be more wrong. I’m simply in love with her. I just had to remind her of that. I’ve fled to a different state since then, in fear of her calling the police. But her words have stuck with me. Was I in the wrong here? Am I the asshole?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/redscarepod." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "People always criticize \"white woman\" when they really mean \"women\" because adding \"white\" makes it socially acceptable\n#####\n" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I stopped my husband from committing suicide and he thinks I never knew his plans\n#####\nMy husband and I are 28. We have 3 kids. He’s the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. He’s been with me since high school.\n\nHe’s always had low self esteem. I do too, but not like he does. \n\nOne day, we got new phones, maybe 7 years ago, I found out I can read his texts. He can see mine too, but he didn’t know about it. This happened for like another 2 years. For his birthday and Christmas I’d snoop around his texts and see if theres something he was talking about that he wanted.\n\nOne day, around November I was being nosey to see what I can get him for Christmas. I was pregnant with our second child at the time.\nI saw he was texting someone something suspicious, saying “where can we meet” and I thought this was with another girl. I read them more and I found out he was buying drugs.\n\nMy husband and I don’t even drink, so I freaked out. I wondered about how long this was going in for, if I even knew my own husband anymore. Turns out he was buying something that doesn’t get you high, but kills you.\n\nI looked around everywhere. I tore our room apart and didn’t find anything. I went through the search history and all his emails on his phone when he was asleep that night, and found o it he was making arrangements for a specific date 3 months after I was due. He was looking at life insurance, which we have had since I’m a stay at home mom. He was even looking up how much t costs to be cremated. Once he got home, the first thing I did was sneak his phone and text that guy and say “I’m no longer interested, if someone else tells you otherwise it means someone else has my phone” and deleted that guys number.\n\nI didn’t want him to know I was snooping but the thought of my husband not being around tore me. I remember being sick to my stomach and bawling in our room just thinking of the idea of not having him around. I love him more than life in itself. I would die for him and not even have to think about it. My husband is my entire world.\n\nThat day on I made sure he knew that, even if it meant embarrassing myself. I started bringing him flowers at work almost everyday. When he would come through the door I would screech with excitement and give him a hug and a smooch and tell him I missed him so much and I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day.\n\nWhen I was out with him how beautiful and handsome he is. When he was around my friends I’d say “look at my husband. He’s so beautiful” \nI’d call him at work and ask how much longer until he’s home. \n\nI got him to start going to therapy too.\n\nOne night I woke him up because I was freaking out and couldn’t sleep. I told him I had a nightmare. I said I had a dream he passed away. He said “why is that a bad thing?” And I told him how he’s my entire world and other than our son, and our other on the way, he’s all I live for.\nHe said “but things would be better if I was out of your hair.” And I said “no they wouldn’t. If you left me it would literally ruin my life.” \nHe said “not if you’re financially well off. You’ll be much better off” and I said “I could have all the money in the world. It would mean nothing if I didn’t have you. I’d much rather be homeless but still have you as my husband than be filthy rich and you be gone.” And he said “are you serious” and I said “100%. I’d sleep under a bridge if it meant I still got to sleep next to you”\n\n He said “I didn’t know you felt that way” and I said “I really do.” I asked if I could go with him to therapy. He said yes.\n\nI told his therapist I think he has depression, and he admitted he might. He got a prescription, and it seemed to help him a whole lot.\n\nEven though it’s been 5 years i still do all those nice things for him, like call him handsome and bring him flowers. I don’t ever want him to second guess for a second that he’s my sunshine." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for using flash cards to explain to my brother and his wife why they can't bring their rainbow baby to my wedding?\n#####\n\nMy fiancee (F) and I (M) are getting married. We've decided wedding's gonna be childfree. No hate towards children just to keep it more organized and contained.\n\n\nMy brother 'Chris' (M) and his wife (F) have a 3 yro son who everyone calls \"miracle\" or \"rainbow\" baby. He came after several failed pregnancies that lasted for years. \n\nWhen they found out that my nephew was included in the no children rule; they tried to convince me to make an exception for him. Chris told me his son is a miracle baby and his presence at the wedding will bring \"blessings\" for me and my fiancee. I refused and said no, the wedding is childfree. His wife kept sending my fiancee pics of my nephew when he was months old (what that mean??). I told them no, and to stop.\n\n\nMy brother told me this might cause a rift in our relationship, I again said no and explained that the wedding is childfree. He asked again and pointed out how his baby is different since he's a rainbow, a miracle baby. I again said no and explained that the wedding is childfree. They brought it up when they visited at my home and I knew they weren't going to stop so I'd made flash cards in advance with the phrase \"the wedding is childfree, period\" and pulled them out and started slowly showing them the flash cards one by one in this order: \n\n- The wedding (with a sticker of bride and groom). \n\n- Is Child (with a sticker of a baby). \n\n- FREEE (with a sticker of a ? sign). \n\n- PERIOD (with a huge, black dot sticker). \n\nThey both were stunned. I asked if they get it now and Chris had lost his shit. His wife had already grabbed her stuff and walked out. Chris called me an asshole for doing this and said that I disrespected him, his wife and their son who's my one and only nephew. He rushed out after we argued. My fiancee saw the whole thing and thought that it was funny but my parents and Chris are livid beyond measure. They're telling everyone about the amount of disrespect and mockery I had displayed towards them and I'm being told to \"fix it\" now." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for how I fought my boyfriend's medical bill, going \"too far\"?\n#####\nMy boyfriend had to go to the ER after a accident, and he got a truly ridiculous bill back. I offered to fight the bill for her because I've done it before, and he said sure. \n\nI went all-out, because honestly if we were out 5 grand, after insurance, that would fuck up our holiday plans pretty bad. \n\nSo I...\n\n- had him call the hospital and authorize me to handle his bill and access his medical records. \n\n- got an itemized bill and compared the prices for each code to the fair prices\n\n- called billing to dispute the bill, but was told that billing only collects bills, I'd need to contact admin to dispute\n\n- bounced around a call center for hours trying to get someone who was actually qualified for bill disputes, and getting nowhere \n\n- google and linkedin searched for the hospital board of directors and upper management \n\n- got 30 emails of the most influential people at the hospital, plus the hospital's investors\n\n- every day would send a few emails, working my way up the chain, and writing an (increasingly long) email describing how they billed my \"client\" at 7 times over the fair price for services rendered, and how their billing department, customer service department, and the growing list of management I'd emailed, had failed to address the issue. \n\n- escalated the emails until I was writing the director-level staff with the entire board of directors and a number of outside investors CC'd, asking for a written statement regarding their justification for billing at a rate 7 times higher than the national average, for commensurate services to what is available at other hospitals. And sternly laying out the failures to appropriately respond, at every level of the company. \n\nWell, once I'd done all that (which was honestly only like 15 minutes a day) they reduced the bill... From $5000 to $26. Yep, twenty-six fuckin dollars. \n\nWell, I told my boyfriend the good news, and he was at first overjoyed and blown away, like literally jumping up and down and hugging me and saying I was literally a Christmas miracle. \n\nBut then when he asked how I did it, I said it wasn't too hard, I just had to send a couple emails each day. He was curious what I'd said, and I handed him my phone. \n\nHe started to get stressed, and flipping back through other emails. Which there were like 60 of.\n\nHe told me I went way too far, he was expecting me to dispute through their billing department or something normal and reasonable like that, not internet stalk every single manager and board member and investor and harass them into dropping the bill. \n\nI was frustrated because I'd just saved us 5 grand, actually made it possible for us to afford a nice Christmas and save some money, and he was mad at me because I'd been a bit of a hardass? \n\nI was furious, and he was also mad at me, saying he authorized me to dispute a bill, not basically threaten and harass a whole damn hospital for weeks. \n\nAITA for how I got my boyfriend's medical bills dropped?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/offmychest." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I accidentally found out my coworkers don't like me.\n#####\nToday I tried to do a nice thing for one of my coworkers. She mentioned she had a craving and so when I was getting my lunch I picked up the food and drink she wanted too on a whim. I gave it to her and went to the breakroom to eat.\n\nI guess I got the wrong type and flavor. When I came back from my lunch she told me to ignore the instant message she sent me. Naturally I read it since it was the first thing that popped up when i logged in. It was some not-so-nice things about me that she meant to send to our other coworker.\n\nI tried to keep my composure but I had to go to the bathroom to cry. I've always been kind of an outcast, but this was a huge blow because I thought my coworkers genuinely liked me.\n\nI feel like even at 28, no matter how hard I try to fit in and be nice, I somehow mess it up." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "UPDATE: AITA for taking my niece to court over a coat?\n#####\nHere's the [original post](https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/za73bi/aitaa_for_taking_my_niece_to_court_over_a_coat/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)\n\nSo here is a quick update, since the situation has been resolved.\n\nWhen my husband got home, I told him what happened and showed him the video.\n\nHe asked if I spoke with my BIL and I said no, all my conversations were with my sister. He said that he will take care of it.\n\nNow, a disclaimer: I understand nothing when it comes to insurance claims, and this is what my husband told me/I understood happened.\n\nMy husband talked with my BIL, told him exactly what happened and showed him the prank video. Then he told him that the coat was insured, we will be filing a claim and submitting the video, and we might have to file charges for the claim (he assured him that we would be dropping the charges, we do not want to send niece to jail).\n\nThen he told him that one of two things might happen: after our insurance pays us, they will come after them. If their insurance pays, their premium will skyrocket. If it doesn't, they might sue them, and might get a lien on their house. \n\nMy BIL asked if there was a way he could pay us without involving insurance, my husband told him that that was what we wanted at first, but that my sister insisted that they will not be paying us back. \n\nApparently, my BIL was not in the know, and he was very pissed off at what my niece did, and my sister's response.\n\nSo they came to this solution: my niece's car will be sold, and if it doesn't fetch the whole compensation money, she will have to get a job and pay me the whole check untill it is paid off. Also she is grounded for the rest of the school year.\n\nI am thankful for the people who encouraged me to talk with my husband." } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for bringing up my brother's \"premature\" birth at Christmas dinner to get my parents to shut up?\n#####\nI am a nurse practitioner and I am the primary care provider for a lot of the low risk maternity cases at the practice where I work. I also work hand in hand with the doctors and midwives to create a healthy maternity, birth, and postpartum situation. \n\nMy fiancee is completing her residency. We live together and have for a few years now. We aren't in any hurry to get married. We originally had plans to do so a couple of years ago but then we got really busy for two years. \n\nIt is driving my very religious parents crazy that their youngest son is living in sin. I don't really care. I'm an adult and I do what I want. We are getting married in June. \n\nSo we are visiting my parents for Christmas. The way it came together this year everyone is at my parents house. So that's my folks, my three siblings, myself and fiancee, and seven grandchildren. So seventeen people. \n\nAt dinner my mom starts going on about how she is so glad that we are finally getting married and she won't be embarrassed at church any more. And my dad says how proud he is of his three older kids who all either waited to get married before moving in together or got married right away after moving in together. My fiancee was getting embarrassed and I was getting mad over this stupid argument we have had too many times. And a family dinner was the last straw. \n\nI have asked them repeatedly to just accept that they cannot control how I live my life. I refuse to stay with them when I visit even if I come alone. Hotels are just easier. \n\nSo I started talking about a premature baby I had been reading about. It was almost three months premature and weighed about 1.6 pounds. It was super strong and healthy for being born so little and the NICU had high hopes for the baby doing well. \n\nMy mom and dad both got deer in the headlights looks on their faces. To bad. Should not have fucked around with my fiancee's feelings. \n\nSo I asked about my oldest brother. He was born almost four months premature. Is there a chance that we could check out the family album where we keep all the records of family births and stuff. \n\nI already know my brother was over 9 pounds and almost 23\" long when he was born. My grandmother told me all about it the first time my parents tried to shame me. \n\nThe subject gets changed very fast. After supper my parents told me that I should not try to embarrass them with private things that are not my concern. I told them that if I heard anything about my living arrangements ever again for the rest of my life I would make sure to keep bringing up the FACT that my mom was in her second trimester when they got married.\n\nMy parents are mad at me for telling them how to behave in their own home. But my fiancee is happy that they seem to be off the subject for good. \n\nAITA?" } ]
[ { "role": "user", "content": "Write a thread for r/AmItheAsshole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "AITA for getting up from my chair in the middle of christmas dinner and shouting \"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY BODYYYYY\" in response to my husband's observation?\n#####\nSo, Ever since I had my son months ago, my husband has started making indirect comments about my body. He never says any hurtful words but I find his \"observations\" as he calls it hurtful. For example, he'd see me wearing an old top and say \"oh that top used to look good on you but not anymore though...\" or when he looks at my waist and says \"Wow, didn't know your waist could get this wide!\". Basically passive stuff that I tried to ignore til it extended to friends and family. FYI this went on for months and months and months!!.\n\n\n\nWe went to christmas celebration at his family's home. My SIL complimented my floral maxi dress and my husband said \"I agree it looks nice on you...though I have to admit that your waist could get smaller than this!\". Awkward silence took over. I was absolutely fuming and this was my last straw. So I got up from my chair in the middle of dinner and shouted at the top of my lungs \"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY BODDDYYY!!!!\". He was absolutely speechless as his family stared while some others tried to get me to calm down but situation got more tense and dinner ended up being cut short and my husband storming off to his friend's place to spend the night upon leaving a very nasty text saying I embarrassed him and made a scene over an \"observation\" he made. He called me childish and told me to get therapy for my insecurities instead of verbally abusing him and scaring his family.\n\n\n\nNow I feel like an absolute idiot asshole and like I ruined christmas for him and everybody with my over sensitivity. AITA??" } ]

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