AlexMarigold

The base:

Mine:

My friend's:

I can't tell if I hate how much I love it or love how much I hate it

Was listening to music and after I finished editing them together this song came on by PURE COINCIDENCE

It's their song 🥰🥰🥰

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The bullying against redheads needs to stop.

Especially in middle and high school when your history class plays a game called Witch Trials which is basically Mafia but set in 1700s Salem where said redhead is never a witch and in fact is never even givin a role card theyre just always 'villager' but they always get majority-vote killed in the first round and by always i mean every single time yeah thats right every fucking round not even based on suspicious behavior or anything but solely because their hair is red.

It's funny the first time after that you're just preventing them from playing the game.

My dnd character, Caelum the horse (he is a black horse), has met a horse deity in a horse temple with a ceiling that looks suspiciously like the Sistine Chapel but with horses

That I have dubbed

The Horsetine Chapel

The Creation of Adam is now

The Creation of Caelum

This horse deity

Has given Caelum wings

I HAVE BECOME THE DND EQUIVALENT OF BLACKJACK

And Caelum certainly has the attitude for it

Because tell me why, when looking through my mothers photos from 2020, it was depressingly hard to find 3 decent pictures of me

When shes just casually posting pictures of my little sister en mass

Finally got a new phone after 2 weeks

This is what happened

It was completely unusable

Dont worry, lock screen is supposed to look like that

Its funny how much it freaks people out

My phone screen isnt working. I posted this on my quotev. Stupid screen decided to change the format too.

This is what happened when i tried to copy it to paste here.

The Jackalope has been here.

Find them.

Catch them if you can.

Inspiration: unknown 

     I just moved from California, and I am new to Oregon. It rains quite a bit, but it can be nice and cool. So far we've been staying at three different hotels. As we pulled into the house's driveway I was surprised . It was a large white house with huge windows, an enormous front porch, and three stories. My parents told me and my brother, Tyson, that it was a big house, but not this big. Tyson claimed that it was a castle, that royals used to live in. My parents laughed along with him as they walked through the door, calling our Golden Retriever, Buster, to follow. I, however, didn't have a great feeling about it. I stood outside for a minute, trying to put my finger on what was so odd about it. "C'mon Casey!" I turned my head to see Tyson standing in the doorway, waving me inside.

     I followed him inside and upstairs to the third floor. There were two bedrooms next to each other, and I chose the one on the left. I went into Tyson's new room and picked up one of the toys on his shelf. Then he smacked me on the hand. "HEY, don't touch, that one's special." I walked out and to my bedroom. Buster followed me inside. It was a large room with a vanity, a huge bed, and a walk in closet. I started to unpack immediately. I put up my sign, which had my name on it, and put it on my door. I heard Tyson complaining next door about how he didn't have enough clothes for his closet. Seven year olds right? On the other hand, I'm a mature (ish) fifteen year old. After we had dinner, I did some more unpacking. Laugh all you want, call me a nerd, but I had lots of glass figurines and knickknacks. I had them all set up perfectly on the shelves on the wall when I finished. Everyone had gone to bed and I joined them shortly after. I could have sworn I heard whispers but I told myself it was the A.C. Big mistake.

     I had woken up at seven that morning to find all my figurines, books, and other stuff, all on my floor. The shelves that were once full of knickknacks were now empty. And my clean floor was now covered. I went into Tyson's room, but he was still sleeping. I was a little shaken because my room was the only one affected. I went through my day aware and afraid. I put everything back up, and at the end of the day, I went to bed, fearing it would happen again.

     The next morning, it had happened again. I tried to shrug it off and continue with my day when I heard my mom scream. We all went to the backyard to see Buster in a broken bloody mess. We all had our cries, and later decided to bury him in the backyard. We were all very sad, and I had a hard time sleeping. Mostly because I was sad but, I also heard the whispers again.

     I woke up, but it wasn't morning. I checked my phone and it was almost midnight. I laid in my bed trying to fall asleep, but then I heard a noise in Tyson's room. It was a loud thump. I got up and went to his room. But when I walked in his room, I was horrified. Tyson wasn't in his bed. Instead he was on the ceiling. He looked stuck with his back to the top, and the shaking. He had blood pouring from his eyes and mouth, down his pajamas. I screamed as he fell from the ceiling onto his bed. My parents rushed from their rooms and started crying when they saw Tyson laying facedown on his bed, limp, and covered in blood.

     My parents called the police, and when they arrived, we decided to stay downstairs while they checked upstairs in Tysons room. After a few minutes a female officer came down. "I'm sorry, there's nothing up there." She said with confusion. We all looked at each other and followed her upstairs. When we got to Tyson's room, we were all shocked. His room was spotless. There was no body, or blood on the ceiling or bed. The police left the house, and we were left in confusion.

     It's been two weeks, and we are still scarred. I still hear whispers in Tyson's room. The thing that killed him is not satisfied.

Author: OregonOddity

Inspiration: unknown

     I babysit a 6 year old boy named Tyson. Today his parents are out visiting a realtor, and his 14 year old sister is at a party that lasts all night. I live in California, and the Reston's house is about 20 minutes away. Whenever I babysit Tyson, I also look after their dog, Buster. He's the sweetest thing.

     When I got to the house, Tyson's sister was leaving. "Oh miss Ramona? Mom said be careful, we've been having a few break-ins around here." Then she walked out the door before I could say anything. Tyson ran up to me and gave me a big hug. After a minute or two, he started telling me about this weird ritual he did with his friends during recess.

      "Anyways, what should we do first?!" He asked excitedly. I suggested hide and seek. He told me to hide while he counted. I ran upstairs to my hiding spot and hid.

     30 min had passed and I was feeling a bit sorry for him. I went downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch. "Hey, wassup?" I said sweetly. I faced him and gasped. He held a large candy bar and a piece of paper. "Where'd you get that?" I asked. He pointed to the mail slot in the front door and handed me the paper. "Let me in?" It had typed on it. I dropped the paper and went to the door. It was unlocked. "Did you unlock this?" I asked frantically. He slowly nodded and I grabbed his wrist, knocking the bar to the floor, and pulling him upstairs. As we ran up the stairs I saw a dark figure of a small child in the kitchen. That only made me run faster. "Tyson, I need you to hide in your best spot and don't come out until I say so! Got it?" He looked terrified and quickly nodded his head. "Hey, it'll be ok. Just keep quiet, kay?"

     "Yea." he said quietly. I patted him off, and he ran to hide.

     I slowly went downstairs to the kitchen and walked inside quickly. No one was there. Suddenly I felt a sharp cold metal on the side of my head. I groaned and fell to the floor. The intruder was wearing all black, and was hiding in the living room behind me, waiting to strike. I soon lost consciousness, and everything went dark.

     I finally woke up, but for how long had I been out? I had no idea. It was still night time though. My head throbbed as I stood up. Suddenly I remembered Tyson. I ran to the kitchen to find something to arm myself with. I stopped in the doorway and gasped. I wanted to throw up. The small child wearing black had Tyson on the counter, and was hacking at his body with an ax. I screamed and ran out the door. Luckily, my phone was in my pocket and I called the police. When they got to the house, I had already called the parents. I ushered the police inside, but when they arrived, everything was missing. The body, the intruder, everything.

     The family moved a few months later and never asked me to babysit again.

Author: OregonOddity

Inspiration: unknown

     I am 23 and my uncle asked me to look after my cousin for a week.

     My brother died 8 years ago in this house. I've lived here since my mother died of a heart attack when I was 17, and when my father passed in a car accident on his way home from work when I was 21. l often visit his room and remember the horrible sight.

     My cousin is 9 years old, and named Roman. He can be lonely at some times, but as long as he has a friend, he's all right. Once he got here he gave me a big hug. He didn't say anything, but he ran upstairs, to the play room. I sighed and sat on the couch. I decided to watch a show on Netflix for a little while until I heard Roman speaking upstairs. I figured that he was playing make believe and speaking for his toys, until I heard a loud thump and a shriek. I rushed up the two flights of stairs to see Roman laying on the floor, with one hand on his face, and the other raised as if he was blocking a hit. I asked if he was ok, and he pointed to a shelf using his raised hand and said "No, he hit me." in a pouty voice. I looked at the shelf and saw a policeman doll on sitting on it. I picked it up. "Did this meanie police hit you?" I asked in a playful voice, "We otta tell the sheriff." He looked at me like I was the stupidest person alive. "No, he's in front of the book shelf." I saw nothing. "Well, tell me if you win the fight, kay?" Again, an odd look.

     I went back downstairs, and about 30 minutes later, I heard an even louder thump and a shriek. Once again, I ran upstairs to ask him to quiet down a bit when I saw him laying on his back, his hand on his cheek crying. I bent down and asked if he was okay. He didn't answer, so I moved his hand and gasped. There was a giant red mark on his face in the shape of a smaller child's handprint. I helped him up and took him downstairs to get him an ice pack. After the swelling went down, I asked him how he got hurt. He said a little boy had smacked him while he was playing. He was playing in my brother's room, and he ran out whenever he got hurt. He said his new friend was in there, but got mad when he touched any of the toys. Roman started sobbing, "It's not fair....he gets to play with the toys but he won't let me." That night, after I put Roman to sleep, I did some research on supernatural beings. I got onto my Google Docs to take notes when I needed to use the bathroom. When I came back, there was a link. I clicked it and a YouTube video popped up of a young man with shaggy black hair and a scruffy beard. "Hey guys," he said. "Today we're gonna be talking about doppelganger cycle trauma." I was weirded out but continued to watch. "So apparently there's this secret ritual that used to be preformed between small groups of friends a few years ago. Mostly all the younger kids who believed in this type of stuff would try it out as a dare. Well, no one knew this, but it was essentially a way to.." he hesitated and took a breath in. "Summon your doppelganger. " Another pause. "And, uh, this doppelganger would get rid of the 'original' them." He reached up and scratched his head, than licked his lips and looked around a bit. It seemed like this was a touchy subject for him. "And, uh, they get bored every once in a while, and when they decide they don't want to live anymore, they preform the ritual again and kill themselves in gruesome ways. Sometimes they do it themselves and then do the ritual, or they get the doppelganger first and have it do it for them.

     Sometimes, it only takes a time or two for them to be satisfied. It's a very disturbing, vicious cycle." The screen went blank, and I could see myself In the screen's reflection. I looked closer and saw Tyson as well. I nearly screamed as I turned around. There was nothing there. I turned back around to discover my screen was on the Google doc page. I scrolled to the bottom to see "its ok casey its me the reel won."

     I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn't know what to do or if I could do anything. But this means there are 3 Tysons living here. And only one of them is nice...

Author: OregonOddity

Inspiration: unknown

    Today was a work day. I work at a nuclear waste facility, meaning go around cleaning nuclear waste. Simple enough, with the right protection. My coworker Ethan was helping me with the bottom floor today, but he didn't sound so good. He sounded stuffy and congested through his haz-suit. "You doin' okay man?" He turned to look at me, "Yea, I think I woke up with a cold or something." Another hour or two of cleaning up disgusting yuck, it was 8:30, time to go home.

     Another week had gone by, and as every day passed, Ethan's cold had gotten worse. His brown hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and he was coughing every 2 minutes. l asked him daily if he was alright, but he would just shrug it off and say, "It's fine, Kathy. It's just the rain before the rainbow." Despite knowing l that wasn't how the phrase went, I believed him, and decided it was okay. On the top floor, there was some pipe reconstruction going on, and some of them were so jagged they could pierce a few layers of skin. I made sure to be careful around them while me and Ethan were cleaning. Around 5:20 or so, Ethan slipped on a small pile of spilled waste, caught the sleeve of his suit on the pipe, ripped it, and fell into a puddle of chemicals. I called the health team the company hired. They checked him out and discovered he was barely scratched, but made sure to thoroughly clean the area the waste had been introduced to.

     The next day, I had work off, but the day after was Monday, a work day. I got into my car and started driving to work, but when I arrived, the whole place was fenced off and sourround with vehicles. The police, ambulance, fire district, FBI, you name it, were surrounding the building. A man in a bulky black uniform came over to my window and knocked on it. I rolled it down and asked what was going on. He spoke quickly and calm in an urgent tone telling me there was an incident inside with one of the workers. "Who?" I asked frantically. "I don't know, some guy named Edger or something." Then he changed his tone quickly back to his authoritive manner and said, "It doesn't matter, go home. We can't have people in this area." I started to roll my window up and turn around when a man in a haz-suit ran out of the building screaming. I had to do a double take to realize he had a giant gash on his left arm. He dropped to the floor, twitching for about 30 seconds. He got up and started running around, completely oblivlous of the fact that his arm was profoundly bleeding. There was something more savage about him though. His mouth was wide open, exposing a set of white teeth with black roots, his face contorted in anger. He ran around trying to scratch and bite and spit any one who was around.

     I put my car in reverse and got the hell outta therel This was crazy, and I wondered if Ethan was ok since he was most likely in there since it was his work day too. I got home and tried to process what had happened. It was so freaky, but a while later, I had decided to shake it off. I turned on the TV, settled down with l coffee and changed the channel to the local news. A thin woman with curly brown hair was in a parking lot, "I am currently standing at the end of the Myers Nuclear Waste Facility parking lot." I choked on my coffee and tumed the volume up. "There has been some sort of outbreak here. Scientists have contained some of the affected and are testing them now. Signs include surges of aggressiveness, black teeth, large red veins in the eyes, and unkempt nails. They will try to penetrate the skin in any way, to give you their virus. We don't know what their motive is, but they are dangerous if they get out. If anyone encounters these people, don't let them bite you. Even a simple scratch will give you their virus, and you will become one of these."

     The channel cut and turned to the local mayor voting from last week. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. What was happening? Am I safe? A million thoughts were swirling around in my brain. I had just done some shopping yesterday so I decided to stay home and keep the news on while I waited.

     But everything was the same. Every day, they just urged us to stay inside, don't let the creatures scratch you, and stay safe, they said. They would tell us, "Scientists are studying the infected, they're figuring out a cure." But nothing. The only news that was important was they're smart enough to clumb fences, and they did. They've escaped. I've been inside for 17 days. Every once in a while, one of them passes outside my house. It's fine if you stay quiet. Another amazing peice of news was that they're extremely sensitive to sound. Great. I have plenty of food, so l'm fine. I've got a big house and plenty of money. I've been saving money since I was 16, and l've been taking some pretty crazy jobs.

     Finnaly, on day 52, we had more news. The news lady was on repeating what she had been saying for the past 52 days. But strangely, she handed it over to a man with frizzy hair in a lab coat. He began to speak in a thick accent, "My name is Dr. Bryan, and for the past couple of weeks, I have been studying these infected people. It started with one man, Ethan Ingez, who had an accident, and was expose to chemically toxic waste while having the flu. The exact mixtures that made it into his system, we have no idea. But, we have looked at the company's security cameras, and we do know, this is how it happened. Now, as Emily, our newswoman has mentioned a few times," I rolled my eyes, "These creatures are trying to spread the disease that they have. It's unknown why, but more and more people are becoming infected. Stay inside and stay safe. Only come out for emergencies. Speaking of emergencies, we are creating a smart drone that delivers food and water to houses. Until then, try not to go outside. They are fast and smart. They also have a more advanced immune system, which means they can heal 7 times faster than a human can, so lf you absolutely need to, do futile damage. Remember we are still finding a vaccine, so try to leave them alone unless they altack you." I was shocked. Plus, I was running out of food, I had to start rationing. Going out was a really bad idea, especially since the breakout was at its highest. On the other hand, I had to go out before it got any worse.

     I drove into at least 3 of the infected. The streets were empty except for the creatures. I drove to the nearest store, I wanted to leave before I had gotten there. It was an empty target. I grabbed a cart and walked slowly at first to make sure it wasn't loud, then picked up the pace. I rushed through the store, getting anything I needed, soap, toothpaste, food, everything. 10 minutes in, I had a full cart. I headed to the frozen food aisle when I heard a whistle. I stopped and listened for a second, and realized it was a tune. Who else was here that I hadn't seen yet? They must have been here a while to be shopping so casually. I looked im between the shelf right next to me. There was a person! A real, living woman! I was so excited, I ran to the the other side to greet her. I think she was kinda shocked because she stopped whistling and paused a l second. I was about to ask if she was ok when she turned around, mouth wide open and eyes bulging. She tried to jump on me. I ran away right before she got her nails on me. Her teeth were half black, and her shirt was ripped in half. She had nasty green and black gouges on her body that looked like bite marks, and scars of scratches everywhere.

     I ran to the culinary aisle and found the biggest knife I could. I struggled with opening the plastic container but finnaly got it open just before she got to me. I drove the giant butcher knife down into her head just in time. She twitched a few times before she fell to the floor, brown goop pouring from her mouth. I ran to get my shopping cart and ran to my car. When I got there, there was a fucking infected inside! He seemed to have smiled a bit as he drove off. No matter my house was 10 minutes away. I took my cart and bolted down the street, left and right. I got home safely and turned on the TV. It was an ad! The nuclear waste facility was hiring! And paying 40 dollars an hour! What's the worst that can happen?

     It's been two months since l've worked here. The virus is still spreading, but we're super close to finding a vaccine. It doesn't matter anyways, the holding cell for the infected malfunctioned and they all got out. Humanity's last hope, infected and useless. I got bitten and scratched and spat on as well. It doesn't matter, After I did all this research, I've thought..

MAYBE ITS BETTER THIS WAY

Author: OregonOddity

Prompt: Write about someone's first Halloween as a ghost.

My name is Alex, and I'm dead. I was murdered last summer on the 4th of July by a man who was angry at me for dating the women he liked. She had openly said she didn't like him and wanted to be my girlfriend. The man was very angry and slit my throat under cover of darkness, making sure to wait until the firework show so no one would be able to hear me. I had been haunting him ever since, and decided to visit the Halloween party he was hosting. I threw a sheet over myself and put on sunglasses so he would know I was there. Little did I know my girlfriend was also there. She was sitting on the couch next to my murderer, looking very uncomfortable. I walked up and just stood behind him, staring down. After a while he noticed, standing up and yelling at me. "What are you looking at Punk?" I just stayed silent. He eventually walked into an empty room with my girlfriend, trying to comfort her as she had started crying. I followed and stood in the corner of the room. She was shaking uncontrollably now, choking out how much she missed me and how worried she was that I had just disappeared. He was speechless, trying to come up with a lie. I floated through the wall and knocked on the door. The man opened it and started yelling at me again, calling me "Punk." I walked passed him and gave my girlfriend a hug, whispering comforting words to her. She gasped and quietly said my name. The man's eyes went wide with shock. I stepped back and took off the sheet. They both went silent, taking in my bloodied throat and transparent skin and clothes. The man recovered first. "So you're a ghost now, huh? When I first saw you I thought you survived all those months ago. But now I know, I really did kill you that night. You are dead." The door burst open and a girl walked in, holding up her recording phone. My murderer was finally arrested and I stayed with my girlfriend until she died naturally and joined me as a ghost.

Author: AlexMarigold

Inspiration: youtu.be/46gKkshjxE8?si=8171JBwYk0pDb09h

A government agent had tied up Bill Cipher and Silver CipherPines, Bill's daughter, and is now forced to deal with endless questions from Bill as they wait for further instructions.

Bill tried to apologize but failed, as it just turned into another question.

"I'm sorry. I really am, but considering your approach thus far - you've had us tied here for what, hours? And you haven't even had us confirm what exactly we are." Bill smirked as Silver sat there with an extremely confused look on her face.

The agent asked with annoyance, "Well, what are you?"

Bill stuck out his chin. "I'm a Virgo!"

Silver rolled on the floor dying of laughter. "*Wheeze*"

Author: AlexMarigold