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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 22:46 (12 Hours ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 22:19 (13 Hours ago) |
What if I told you [insert brainrot of choice] [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 22:08 (13 Hours ago) |
Can you define a square without calling it a shape and talking about its sides and corners? [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 21:47 (13 Hours ago) |
What if I told you spaghettification is an actual thing [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 10:22 (1 Day ago) |
username: Sodo which pokemon: male and female swanna, male and female boldore, male and female vanillux box: swanna is in box 1, boldore in box 2, and vanillux in box 3 anything else?: i'll tip you a couple pd :) thank you so much! [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 10:08 (1 Day ago) |
You don't control the speed of the wind. The direction is definitely changing, but sometimes way too fast or way too slow to even notice. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 06:34 (1 Day ago) |
Can lose body parts and regrow them entirely [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 30/04/2025 04:06 (1 Day ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 29/04/2025 10:48 (2 Days ago) |
September 2003. The radio's just static now—they always cut off their broadcasts at around nine. Max has come over, though. His mother assured mine she'd be willing to let him stay the night. There's some leftover cake on the table from a party Rusty's dad held a day ago, crayon drawings done by Rusty, marked with his age at the bottom right corners. The clock ticks, and Rusty's gaze moves over toward it while he and Max tinker with Legos. It's somewhere around 10 pm. Max can barely read the clock, much less press the two pieces together the way he wants them to fit. It was a perfect, quiet night until their serenity was interrupted by a shriek that cut through the air like a blade through silk, swift and sudden. Made their hair stand on its ends and sent shivers through their bones. Rusty's mother dashes into the room and urges them to hide in the closet, panicked. The two children—wide eyed and curious—shrug it off and step inside, cramped between folded clothes and ironed suits, chattering about what sort of events are occurring over at their neighbor's apartment. They speculate about horror movies, wild dogs, hell, even vampires. They have no idea today might be the last day they have the freedom to exercise their naivete. August 2016. Max has been acting weird lately. Really weird. I hope he's alright, his mood's been swinging around like a wrecking ball all day. He's been coughing violently. Oh, God, he must be infected. That's got to be it. The wind kicks up dust along the road as the two walk along the bridge, whistling through the crevices of the cracked pavement. Rusty's hands—slick with sweat—tremble as his fingers grip the handle of his baseball bat. His heart's pounding. He knows it; he's sure that Max is infected, he's so, so sure. He swears by it. I have to do it. He tells himself. He's sure there are people who took action too late. Didn't react fast enough. His hands twitch. The bat is raised. It glistens as it catches the light of the sun beaming off it. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 28/04/2025 15:07 (2 Days ago) |
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