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[misforgotten2]

You might as well stick the barrel in your mouth, the eventual outcome will be the same.

Family Circle - March 1958

[aturinfortheworse]

I need for everyone to know that I made four pavlovas - each requiring 4-6 egg-whites and tbh i put most of the yolks down the drain - and I did EVERYTHING right, I got fresh eggs, I timed myself on the blender, I used cream of tartar instead of vinegar to stabilize it, I made my own icing sugar, I stared longingly at the oven for hours at a time - before finding out that you can't make pavlovas when it's humid.

This is a traditional Christmas desert. In the sub-tropics. On the coast. In a drafty old timber house.

The main thing I have to say is that New Zealand definitely invented the pavlova.

[sometomioneshit]

Paracusia: Tomione fanfilm

Paracusia- by sometomioneshit

Hermione had always heard voices.

She’d always heard His voice. It was quiet at the start, like a small child, poking its head out every so often. Waiting to see when it could come to play. Waiting to fully reveal itself. Her mum thought it was just a ‘phase’, that she would grow out of it. Little did she know, it grew with her.

It morphed and changed until it grew more prominent in her thoughts, as potent as poison. It pushed and fought its way into her brain, whispering, caressing, tempting her with ideas of murder and chaos. How sweet the idea of blood would feel on her hands. The sound of bones cracking, followed by pleas of mercy. Seeing the life leave someone’s eyes. It was getting stronger and Hermione knew that soon it would take over and that she wouldn’t be stronger enough to stop it.

She woke up covered in blood. A body had been gruesomely mangled on the ground and there was a handsome man hovering over it. He turned around.

“I think Tom Riddle has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree?”

Hermione had always heard voices.

She’d always heard His voice.

Now everybody else could too.

[juliansummerhayes]

Where do the dead go?

This isn't an idle contemplation.

I wonder where they go?

To heaven, hell or another realm?

Do we give it much consideration? I doubt it; but imagine if we could commune with the dead. What would we learn? What would they teach us? And how would it change our lives?

But of course, in our death-phobic world we're never going to move towards the ending of our days, are we?

Blessings,

Julian

Photo by Liana S on Unsplash

[juliansummerhayes]

The more beautiful question - #11

It's Sunday; I'm up at the crack of dawn. It's like I want to make the most of the light, which is always special first thing.

Today's question builds on my theme of our death phobia. I hope to move onto something a little less "deep" (as my wife would say) over the coming days; but don't bank on it!

Where do we come from? Where do we go to? Is this the whole deal, or is there something else? (OK, that's technically three questions but they're all related.)

Love,

Julian

Photo by Di Maitland on Unsplash

[crazdwriter]

Scaled to Death

Chapter 4

A few weeks after the first murder, there is another one. The murdered has left no evidence behind except for a scale that they had used as the murder weapon. This time Jackie's the victim. "Well, there goes the theory it's Jackie," Duke says at lunch one day. He tears into his ham and cheese sandwich. The guys shrug and dig into their lunches. We watch the cheerleaders walk in holding each other sobbing. That is everyone except Emily. She wears a big grin on her face and flips her long burgundy hair over her shoulder. "Guess Emily's dream came true. She's the new cheer captain," Wallace says with a wrinkle of the nose. "Maybe it's Emily," Ronny says. Emily always humiliates Ronny at school. He'd be okay if she's arrested for the two murders. "She's a little too happy right now." Ronny's friends agree. They talk about who they think the scale killer is and who's next for the rest of lunch. Ronny groans when he climbs on the bus after school. He has three tests next week and a ton of homework. He's not looking forward to doing any of it. After he's dropped off at home, he grabs his bike and heads to a local diner to get some food, a shake, and to get some of the homework done. To his surprise, Ingrid walks into the diner after he sits down at a table near the back of the diner. He waves at her and nearly chokes on his own spit when the girl who's been ignoring him actually waves at him. He points at the chair across from him and she smiles. She walks over and sits down with him. "Hello, Ronny," Ingris says. "Thank you for letting me sit with you." Ronny smiles at the girl as she struggles a little when she tries to find the right words in English to say. Her accent is cute. "This is the first time you've acknowledged me and acutally talked to me since you started going to Brave High." Ingrid looks down shyly. "I am sorry. My English isn't very good." "You sound great to me." Ronny hands her his menu and leans back in his chair. "You hungry?" Ingrid takes the menu with a grin. "Oh yes, I am starving." The waitress joins them at their table. "Are you two ready to order your drinks and food?" Ingrid takes a second then nods. "Yes, please, I'd like the peanut butter milkshake , onion rings, and the cheeseburger with onion rings on it." The waitress smiles when Ingrid tries to say peanut butter. "Okay, so a peanut butter milkshake, a mushroom, swiss cheese, and onion ring cheeseburger, and onion rings on the side." She writes it down on the pad of paper. "One of my favorite cheeseburgers, too." Ingrid nods enthusiastically. Ronny looks at her strangely for a minute. He jumps when the waitress turns her attention to him and asks for his order. "I'll have the s'mores shake with the ranch bacon cheeseburger and fries." Ronny looks back at Ingrid again once the waitress leaves. Ignoring what she has ordered, he clears his throat. "So, Ingrid, how are you liking Brave High so far?" "It's umm... nice?" He laughs. "You don't seem too confident with your answer there, Ingrid." Ingrid laughs and shrugs. "I'm enjoying it okay. Just a lot of housework." "Yeah, tell me about it. I came here to get some of my homework done, but I'd rather chat with you instead." Ronny says with a grin, winking at her. Ingrid grins. "Okay, let's get to..." She looks confused as she tries to think of the words. "Get to know one another," Ronny says, helping her out. She nods and leans forward. "Get to know one another." They talk and eat for nearly two hours before they leave the diner and go their separate ways. Ronny smiles as he rides his bike home. He thinks he has a crush. Read the full article

[crazdwriter]

Scaled to Death

Chapter 4 A few weeks after the first murder, there is another one. The murdered has left no evidence behind except for a scale that they had used as the murder weapon. This time Jackie’s the victim. “Well, there goes the theory it’s Jackie,” Duke says at lunch one day. He tears into his ham and cheese sandwich. The guys shrug and dig into their lunches. We watch the cheerleaders walk in…

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[iithildim]

idk if i have a migraine cause of the weather or i’m falling ill