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Ring of Fire October 2023 l Bray Falls

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Red and Blue Nebulae

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Ring of Fire in Cloudy Skies © Bryan Minear

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I played mc and my skin looked so adorable with the helmet i had to draw him

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Comet Nishimura l Michael Jäger

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fridge stocked 😍 what more does a girl need

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Daily Cephalopod #89

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The Last Super Blue Moon until 2037 © daryaastrovas

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Sombrero Galaxy in Virgo © Hubble & Spitzer

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Eyes

Another relatively new one I'm sharing today. This one has quite the twist ending. I do believe I have a good eye for Stories to keep (my first attempt at a pun, how fun it is), and I feel this time is no different.

TW - This story is not for the faint of heart, read at your own risk.

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He’s there again. The shadow. He doesn’t hide. He’s just... there... He stands. He stares. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His eyes get bigger. Brighter. More. His eyes stare. They steal. Eyes. His eyes. All I see are eyes.

Going to the store is a problem itself. This town is not the safest for normal people, even less so for those who can’t see. I can’t remember how many wallets I’ve lost. I’ve been here so long, yet I’ll be here for the rest of my time. 

After the store I trudge back home, trying to avoid people, but no matter what I do, my wallet is gone again by the time I’m home. I’m glad I emptied it at the store buying instant meals. It’s difficult making regular meals on my own, as I risk burning myself. After eating, I listen to some stories on the TV. 

The stories are rarely heartwarming. Always about somebody getting shot or robbed or some politician messing up again. I tire of it. I want the happy stories there used to be about shelters getting pets adopted or some school having prizes because their students did something great. Sadly, I don’t get that choice. I must hear about the most recent mall shooting done by a gang of teenagers. 

Those poor teens. They were taken off the right path and put onto one of anger and sorrow. Their actions have only led to more pain and guilt and yet they will be punished instead of helped through this pain. It’s been a long while since I’ve understood people. I guess I’m just too old now. Not that my opinion would matter, as most people seem to think I can’t understand basic concepts because I can’t see. 

After the TV is off and I check the doors, I make my way to bed, ready to be over with this dull day. It’s the same thing everyday. I eat, I bathe, I eat, I listen, I eat, I sleep. Three meals, three activities. Nothing changes and nothing will. That’s just how our world is now. Yet, lately, I’ve been having nightmares. Nightmares where I can see. I can see my room and my bed and my window and my walls and the shadows. The shadows. The shadows.

Those terrible shadows. With their watching eyes and knowing waves. I’ve seen it. The shadows watch me. He watches me. With his blinding eyes. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. He just stares and watches. He’s waiting for something. His eyes. They get bigger. Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger until all I can see is white. Then I wake up.

The store was closed today, but I still got my walk in. I’m tired all the time. Weeks. It’s been weeks since he’s been coming to see me. I don’t talk to him and he doesn’t talk to me. We just stare at each other until his eyes grow. And grow and grow and grow and grow. Just grow. And grow. Grow.

In bed again, I wait. But he isn’t there. Where is he? I stand. I can’t see. Why can I see? No walls or window. No bed. Now shadows. He’s not here. Is he somewhere else? I move from my bedroom, but I still can’t see. I move outside. It’s cold. I can feel the chill of the wind pushing against me. Yet, it quickly turns hot. I hear laughter nearby.

Children. Children’s laughter. The heat gets stronger and I feel myself sweating. I turn back to my house. I hear crackles and crashes. The laughter is gone. All that’s left is the crashing. I don’t know what it is. I need to see. I need to find the shadow man. 

I go back inside, but it’s so hot. Is the air conditioning not on? It hurts. I can’t breathe and my skin feels like it’s burning. It’s burning. My house. My house is on fire. Those kids. They set my house on fire.

I try to rush out of the house, but something falls with a crash and a pain goes through my leg. I fall to the ground. I can’t feel my leg anymore. All I feel is heat coming up my back. My skin feels like it’s melting. It burns and sears and I scream.

I can see now. The shadow man is in the corner. My hand reaches out towards him. My arm is red and bleeding as the flesh peels off, burning and turning black. My arms tingle and I lose feeling in one, the other quickly following. My head sears with pain and I feel the flames reach up my face, making my skin sear and fall off.

I stay alive longer than I probably should. The shadow man is still there, yet his eyes are gone. He doesn’t care to stare at me anymore. As I feel the flames reach inside me, as I feel the smoke take over my lungs, I make out a voice I haven’t heard in years, one that only spoke to me last when it left the house at 18. When it declared it would never love me again. And yes, this time, it begs me not to go. But the shadows win.

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This one was a rather difficult debate on whether or not to actually Keep it, but I chose to because I do love twist endings. It's not exactly the style of Stories I Keep, but I just couldn't help myself.

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rafhrhgrhgrhghrhhg im bored

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We’d like two for Barbenheimer please.