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Post by doomish on Mar 9, 2009 16:39:12 GMT -5
I suppose.
No matter how many times I told myself I was going to do it, I just couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger. I guess in that one instant I went over everything I DID have to live for, and my body decided what was best for me on its own.
The mind is a mysterious thing.
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 9, 2009 17:45:39 GMT -5
Well, life really does suck, and while it seems so easy to pull the trigger, it's kind of being a quitter. Like dropping out of collage.
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 9, 2009 17:51:47 GMT -5
One thing about that story. Your father gave you a gun??
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 9, 2009 17:59:35 GMT -5
Why does that bother you?
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Post by doomish on Mar 9, 2009 19:22:59 GMT -5
Yeah, I remember the day I got it. I can remember asking him "What do I do with it?"
He said "You seen that movie where the guy goes 'when the time coes, you'll know'?"
"Yeah..?"
"Well, it's nothing like that. I hope you never have to use it.. Just, y'know, keep it. It was given to me by my dad when I was yonger."
"Aw, sweet! Really?"
"Yep. My dad found it somewhere in the desert after not having food for three days."
"He was on vacation in Nevada. You already told me that."
"Well, yeah, I guess."
My dad was the greatest dad ever... I just wish he didn't have to die so early on in my life... He had cancer early on and showed no signs of it until it was too late...
But, I still have that gun, andit's one of my most valued posessions.
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 10, 2009 10:11:49 GMT -5
Are you sure its legal to keep? Anyway, have you got any more sad and dperessing stories?
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 10, 2009 15:24:38 GMT -5
well, life suddenly sound like it really f* sucks again
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Post by doomish on Mar 10, 2009 17:34:35 GMT -5
Well, I have all sorts of depressing stories, mostly from College, as that's where my life really took off. I'll probably have more later tonight though...
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Post by doomish on Mar 22, 2009 21:47:45 GMT -5
I really hate double posting, and if someone gets upset I'll merge with my previous post, but here is another story from my little collection of depressing tales...
=== He was once browsing the internet, just out of college and ready to start his life, unsure of what he wanted to do next. It was a boring night, a quiet and still night. He watched his dog run back and forth aimlessly while waiting for his favorite website to load.
Suddenly, the power went out.
He gasped, but realized he was okay and went to get a flashlight. Stumbling and grumbling, he waded through the thick darkness to the closet across the room. He grappled with a shower curtain, fondled a few towels, and broke a box of lightbulbs, but he found it. He clicked the button.
Out of batteries.
Sighing, he wandered over to the cabinet and reached for the batteries. A sharp pain shoved its way underneath his arm. In the darkness, he saw the murky form of a Brown Recluse skittering behind the drawers.
That damn thing'd been bugging him for a while now, but now it'd bit him. He'd been bitten by a spider that could virtually kill him. He grabbed the batteries, slammed the cabinet shut, and popped them into the flashlight.
Examining his arm, he found nothing. Apparently it'd only scratched against him with one of its hairy legs. Oh, well. One of these days he'd have to go in with a sledgehammer and...
Okay, that sounded a little more sane in his head.
He sat in the darkness petting his silent dog. A whimper came from somewhere in the darkness. He assumed it was his other dog, Missy, but then he remembered she was an outside dog. The flashlight flickered a bit. He gave an involuntary shudder at the thoughts slowly creeping into his mind.
He heard his name. Someone calling it. A voice that seemed so familiar, and yet so strangely... ghostly. It was as if he were being contacted by the dead, and yet there was no face to match the voice.
And then, as if he was dreaming or on some type of drug, a form appeared from the next room.
At first, he couldn't tell what it was because of the sudden brightness, but then he realized who it was. He remembered the voice, the face... It was HER. The girl that he'd longed to see again for such a long time.
She called out to him again, and he looked to his dog for assistance. The dog looked around as if nothing was even there. He sighed, and stood up from his soft computer chair. He came a little closer to her.
She was barely able to make out an "I'm Sorry" before throwing herself into his arms. He couldn't even react because of how quickly she moved. He cautiously moved his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
And they talked. And they forgave. And they embraced.
She gave him a rather white rose. Perhaps as a parting gift. They hugged one last time, and she was gone.
The next morning, he awoke in his bed. He couldn't remember going there at all but he was there. After getting dressed, he walked into the room where he'd just shared a conversation with the dead, and wondered if it was all a dream.
On the table sat a white rose. ===
There really was a white rose. To this day I can't remember how it got there. It was amazing...
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Post by General Veers on Mar 22, 2009 22:02:31 GMT -5
There was once this suggestion in the Revised Rules that a post made 24 hours after one by the same person should be permitted, and that suggestion still hasn't been declined yet...
Your second post was 12 days after your first, so I'll let you go.
That is interesting...
There is this one question that I can't get out of my mind: is the apparition more like something from a dream or something resulting from hallucinogens? My question is the result of lessons on style analysis...darn style analysis!
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Post by doomish on Mar 22, 2009 22:08:25 GMT -5
There is this one question that I can't get out of my mind: is the apparition more like something from a dream or something resulting from hallucinogens? My question is the result of lessons on style analysis...darn style analysis! Well, I'd have to say it was a mixture of both. It was likely a fatigue of sorts, combined with the bite from the Recluse. I found out later that it really had bitten me, but the damn things are so tiny they leave impossible to find marks. But, when I said early on in the story I was just out of college, I meant just out. It was only about a month aftrwards, and the pressure of life was already getting to me. I was really tired, and I hadn't slept in days. Here's my theory: The power went out (which it really did), I was bitten by the Recluse (which I really was), and THEN crazy stuff started happening due to my lack of sleep and the insane amount of stress. I still to this day haven't found out where I got the rose or how it ended up on the table, but I believe in the paranormal.... So, maybe...
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 23, 2009 11:02:20 GMT -5
doomish, do you perhaps by any chance have any other white roses in the house?
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Post by doomish on Mar 23, 2009 13:14:44 GMT -5
Nope. That was the only white rose I've ever seen in my life.
I mean, I STILL haven't seen one and it's 5 years later.
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 24, 2009 9:33:11 GMT -5
google it?
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Post by doomish on Mar 24, 2009 12:46:05 GMT -5
Well, obviously, I've seen them online. I meant in real life.
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Post by The One on Mar 24, 2009 13:35:31 GMT -5
Who was the girl?
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Post by doomish on Mar 24, 2009 16:18:50 GMT -5
The girl whom I met (see first story) who died.
Ive seen all kinds oof crazy ghosts here in this house. I believe it really is genuinely haunted. None of them ever try to harm me, though. One of the ghosts is a kid who likes to play Hide and Seek with me.
For example, I'll open my closet at night to get out my shoes to go to dinner, and I'll hear the kid whisper "You found me". This happens almost daily. In fact, I even gave him a high-five once.
Another ghost is somewhat of a housemaid. It's so strange. I'll leave out my clothes (this only happens every once in a while though), and they'll be folded neatly when I return.
I love all of them. They're all my buddies.
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 25, 2009 9:18:51 GMT -5
Isn't seeing ghosts something to do with schiz?
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Post by doomish on Mar 25, 2009 13:34:04 GMT -5
Well, not necesarily.
I mean, sure you can count it as insanity if you really want to, but I don't.
I'm not crazy! [INSTITUTIONALIZED] /reference
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 25, 2009 15:04:28 GMT -5
Hmm.... You say a boy whispers to you? And it happens every day? Then methinks tis the sub-concience creating something which isnt there. As for the maid tidying your clothes, are you sure they were untidy before hand? Meh, i might seem.......TDM-ish......
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