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꧁ ིྀ⊱✯🌸✯⊰ ིྀ꧂

«The end of High Winds»

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Just Hercules and his new Z Stack friend!

TW: Animal and human death and cruelty

(All from SW Wyoming, seen or heard of in the last 5 years.)

Driving past a town at the time of day when fully half of it is shaded by a single billboard.

Pulling over and finding a deer fetus only a few feet from your front tire. (Link to picture because it's a little too weird, even for this post)

Seeing a building and Googling what it’s for. An article says it’s going to be a restaurant or ammo store, and everyone’s excited that it will bring business and fame to the town for decades to come. The article was something like 17 years ago. The business closed 16.5 years ago.

Being told “there are a million places to hide a body that no one would ever find” and knowing it’s true.

Finding 51 piles of wool with bones inside.

Looking for your trail cam and not remembering if you put it in the giant, open field with no landmarks, the giant, open field with no landmarks, or the giant, open field with no landmarks.

Lots of folks being surprised that there was a backlash when a guy ran over a wolf with a snowmobile, keeping it alive while injured to taunt it, when people do that to coyotes all the time and no one cares.

A cow's ear stuck in a fence. Just the ear.

Seeing last names on houses and recognizing them from people you’ve met in town. Seeing the same names a lot. Realizing there aren’t that many last names in town. Wondering if there’s a problem with incest here.

Hiring 11 different cleaners, as 9 never showed up.

Lowering your standards for employees to “can show up less than 3 hours late while not on Kratom.”

A sign saying a town has a population of “2 ± 4” and trying to imagine the population when it gets down to -2.

A guy comes back to his old hunting cabin to find the furniture rearranged.

Peeling taxidermy in hoarded out abandoned stores.

A pile of hundreds of dead farm animals. The internet really wants to know where it is so they can visit. The locals don’t even consider it interesting.

TW: Related stories of alleged animal and human murder, suicide

25 dead horses in a field that belonged a trapper. Most horse skulls are shot wrong. The son of the guy who did it said the father had killed a lot of the horses "outta anger."

The cops never find the trapper's girlfriend's body, but they find his. I take the horses home.

Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.

(If you have zero idea about a name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)

Squat Lobsters! Great beasts! Love 'em! But what if it was faceless and had webbing between its legs, looking vaguely Facehugger-like? The Sable Reacher seeks to answer this question.

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(Quick drabble that's totally not inspired by a 2 hour phone call I had with my parents about school and how much I miss them :) what a totally ridiculous idea i definitely did not cry)

"What's wrong? I can hear your voice shaking." His voice is the same as always. A little rough and worn, but not harsh. He waits patiently while you try to catch your breath on the other side of the line, phone trembling in your hands.

"I hate it here..." You eventually sob. You're curled up in the back of the library, all alone during your lunch period. All you could think of in your sadness and loneliness was to call him. "I just hate it here so much..."

"Oh, darling," he sighed. You could hear him moving around, the telltale jingle of him finding his keys. "Can you wait for me to get there?"

"Don't hang up! P-Please don't hang up! I don't want to be alone again!" Your voice cracked, breaking as you finally let the floodgates open. Tears just kept coming, kept pouring out of you as words became too hard to form.

Stay Happy!

Was watching someone stream this game. Her design in the employee manual was just too cute to pass up a doodle of.