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me as a father: alright kids that was a fun movie but let's talk about why it was problematic. casey, you go first.

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Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream (not shark boy and lava girl)

*All names and places are fictional

The entire school was at this arcade buffet place and I was at a table by myself on my phone or something. Tessa and her newest boyfriend, he was a guy from my geometry class, were walking in my direction arguing. Tessa was pushing him and yelling at him over something. They stopped about two yards away and continued arguing with each other. Nobody interrupted or stopped them or anything because Tessa fighting with her boyfriend isnt uncommon. Tessa stormed off and he followed her, then he came back in my direction. Tessas anger level went from 70 to 100 and she jumped at him and shoved him hard. I was curious at this point but still minding my own business. Tessa then shouted, "DONT YIU EVER HIT A GIRL!!!!" I looked over surprised and instinctively stood up. A few other guys also stood up. Tessas boyfriend was literally a whole head taller than her so the fact that he hit her made him a real scum bag. The other guys and I walked over to the guy who attempted to run away. I grabbed the hood of his sweater but he slipped away and went for the door. Another guy was blocking it so he went towards the other exit on the opposite end of the room. I managed to get a firm grasp on his hood of his sweater this time and all the other guys who'd stood up came rushing to help me bring him down. Before the others got to me, he slipped away again and ran towards the original exit. Since I was closer to the exit on the opposite side, I went through there instead. It lead into a place that basically was the Rhea cafeteria. I bumped into a different guy who I actually know, his name is Zachary I believe, and he seemed to be in a rush. When I bumped into him I felt something in his sleeve, a hard object. I had a bad feeling so I followed him. He seemed to be looking for the other guy as well. He went into the arcade room, back out, back in, and back out again. He kept repeatedly telling me things like, " why are you following me, I'm not gonna do anything," and other stuff like that. Zachary then said, " you can't stop me from walking." "I know, where are you walking to?" I said. He said he was walking towards the puppies that were in the arcade room but he continued walking past them. "See, this is why I'm following you." The entire time I had been gripping his right arm with my left hand. I didn't want to deal with him anymore so I reached for his other hand to force him to follow me to a teacher. He pulled away and I felt the object in his sleeve again. I felt the outline of the object and my brain immediately told me it was a gun, based on the shape I felt. We're in the cafeteria at this point, about to go into a third room. I shouted "There's a school shooter!!!" in a monotone voice. People turned to look at us as I pointed at him with my right arm.We stepped into the other room where only a few people were. I shouted, "HE HAS A GUN!!!", Again in a monotone voice, and I saw my sixth grade math teacher, Mrs. W, stand up And begin to approach us. With the hand I freed when I pointed to him, he slipped the gun out, causing expressions of shock and fear to cover everyone's faces. He pointed the gun at the center of my forehead but I managed to move it up towards my hair before he pulled the trigger. I felt the wind of the bullet across my cheek somehow, as if I'd dodged it in an action movie. I then realized, I may actually die right now, and the fear and shock of almost getting murdered woke me up. I was sweating and my heart was pounding. I had to slow my breathing as well. I looked over at the clock and it read 6:06. I laid in my bed debating whether or not I would remember the whole dream. It was 6:16 when I started typing it here. So the first dream I remember in months is a school shooter dream where I'm almost murdered and Tessa has an abusive boyfriend. What fun.

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Sherlock Holmes in case anyone is interested.

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Kage, Original Story

築地

Prologue

     The darkness hid his imperfections, the ones that riddled his arms, legs, chest, and face. Imperfections that came from being a ronin. Even in the light, you wouldn’t be able to see his lean, cunning figure. He wore a dark navy shozoku that blended well in the dim light he usually worked in and the near darkness of midnight. He lived based on priorities, and now, his priority was stalking an overweight noble who was using his power to abuse his servants for the sick entertainment it offered. In other words, typical for his kind. The ninja was watching this unfold from the shadows on the top of the stairs, which descended about fifteen steps to a small bottom floor with a gold-encrusted throne in the middle of the room and towards the back. The walls were made of washi. The noble was sitting on his throne eating miso and nimono with his right hand while using his whip in his left hand to awkwardly whip his servants. The noble suddenly choked on his food, surprising everyone in the room except the assassin. Relishing the small window of time, the ninja leaped silently off the stairs to behind the throne, landing quietly thanks to his Jika-tabi, the shoes that allowed him to get dangerously close to vital organs. From behind the throne, the fat, fleshy, sweaty neck of the noble barely showed the artery that supplied blood to his brain. Poisoning it would guarantee death. The ninja stood up and, quieter than the softest breeze quickly poked the nobles artery with a poisoned needle that he hid in his sleeves. The noble shot up, away, and towards the servants, he was beating. He turned, frantic and afraid, looking for what had stung him but he didn’t see anything. “Show yourself you bug! I’ll squash you like a―” He stopped there because the poison was starting to take effect, no, show its effects. The poison had been killing him from the moment it pricked his skin but the effects hadn’t shown until now. The skin around the needle prick, which had been smooth and pale before, was turning dark purple due to the rapid constriction of the surrounding muscles. This constriction put pressure on his artery and cut off blood flow. The noble looked around in a confused daze before he passed out seconds later and caused the entire building the rumble… there was silence… and then the servants cheered and quickly fled from the room. He stood up and unsheathed his hidden katana, a standard samurai sword, except this one was custom made by his sensei and had the ninja’s name, “Shizuka Kage”, engraved on the blade. Shizuka walked over to the body and carved “ヘビ”, meaning snake, in big letters into the neck of the corpse. He had a habit of branding his victims. He sheathed his blade and left from where he came from, the window. Too bad he still had yet another task that, unfortunately,  wasn’t so easy as the first. Back at his paper-walled house, his wife, a kunoichi, was pacing frantically back and forth with an urgent expression. She wasn’t worried about Shizuka’s safety. He never gave her a reason to worry. This assassination was a lucky break from the usual violence he went through. He only took the job because it paid well enough. His job as a daylight ronin and midnight assassin meant he had done way worse than just poking some guy on the neck. Such as the time he—let’s not dwell on the details. Let’s just say he took care of the largest yakuza syndicates in a way even the most seasoned samurai couldn’t. 

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She was Hikaemena and she lived up to her namesake. When she saw her beloved open the door, she rushed up to him and scolded him. “What took you so long? It was a simple task and you took your sweet time knowing we have more important business to attend to! Now we’re running late and the operation will fall behind and―” Shizuka spoke, ”Relax, you’re worrying too much, and when you worry, you talk faster than a vendor selling his wares. I was only gone for twenty minutes.” "Yeah!" said Hikaemena, "You could have taken ten minutes! Even five! You took longer than a monk takes to 'discover the power within'!" Her voice softened. "What am I going to do with you..." "You've been saying that since we were kids Hikaemena-tsuma. You'll keep talking and I'll keep listening, just like we always have." Shizuka, who was a head taller than her, kissed her head. After a comfortable silence, Hikaemena spoke softly, “We’re wasting time here. We should get going.” Shizuka knew she enjoyed his company but she would never openly admit it. But he knew she was right. She always was. “You’re right. Let’s get this over with. Get your bag of tricks and we’ll leave.” She left him to get her things. With the overbearing silence that was left, he mentally reviewed the mission. It sounded way harder than it was, it always did, but that didn’t mean it would be easy. 

He was going to stage a home invasion gone wrong. The inhabitants were, once again, rich which meant they would have guards patrolling every inch of the building, he guessed around 200 on the entire property. The goal was to make it inside and finish the task without alerting any guards until the end of the plan. This would show the power and potential his employer possessed, being able to sneak in right under their noses and taunt them when the job is finished. Once he made it inside, he was supposed to steal anything of value while simultaneously making his way to the mansion owner’s bedroom. The next part would be tricky. He would sneak into the bedroom and “accidentally” wake up the sleeping wife by dropping and breaking some of the stolen items he snagged earlier. The lady would scream and her husband would wake and Shizuka would escape as quickly and quietly as he could. Most of the guards will be drawn from their stations to the scene of the crime, away from the escape route. After eluding the few guards still posted around the perimeter of the mansion, he would slink away back into the inky shadows and return to his employer to get details on the next stage of the plan. ...one was going to live to tell the world that his yakuza was not to be trifled with. After the message was received, the victim would become an example of his wrath.

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Hellish Sunset, an Original Creepypasta

The trip to Yellowstone National Park is filling my mind with excitement. I’ve loved nature for as long as I can remember and my earliest memories are of me and my sisters wrestling in the grass and digging holes in the ground. My parents complain about it now but I know they love watching the chaos as much as I love doing it. It doesn’t matter that I’m going off to college next year, as long as there’s mud to throw and bugs to catch, I’ll be there with plenty of mayhem in mind.

As of now, I’m halfway to Yellowstone and halfway to heaven. The only thing spoiling my mood is my younger sisters Amy, who’s 14, and Autumn, who’s 12. I’m in the back seat of an SUV staring out the window at a gorgeous orange sunset when Amy starts poking my side, trying to get a reaction out of me and giggling the whole time. Autumn decides to reach across Amy’s lap to poke me as well, way harder than necessary, making the pain quickly grow. When it became unbearable I finally snap. “Stop it!” I yell, and they quickly retreat to the other side of the car. My mom berates them for annoying me and threatens to take away the snacks they've been hoarding. They shut up after that and I return my gaze to the window. My brow furrowed in confusion when I saw the red glow in the distance. I’m pretty sure the sunset was orange before. The fact that it was red wasn’t the odd part. Sunsets are red all the time, but I could see brilliant red flames around the sun and an iridescent light was coating the sky near it. It was literally the most astounding thing I had ever seen and looked as if heaven had blessed the sun with its touch. The more I looked at it, the more perfect it became, the fire flaring majestically and the surface developing a glossy sheen. I felt a sudden wave of drowsiness and my eyes closed for a few seconds. The sunset remained clear as day against my eyelids and I felt a warm pressure in my mind. My eyes were urged open by the need to see the flames, to see the endless glory presented on the horizon. Looking out the window, the sun now had rainbows accentuating its beauty and my breath caught in my throat. This was so unnatural yet so indescribably perfect that I’m pretty sure - no, I know God was telling me something. I turn to tell my parents about it until I realize that my neck won’t budge. Panic starts to form once I figure out I can’t move at all, not even my eyes. My gaze was transfixed on the magnificence of the sunset and the once mind-boggling scenery now filled me with doubt. I’m thinking about my arms moving, trying to force them into motion with sheer will, and the muscles tense and flex, but they never actually move. The same thing happens when I try to move any part of my body. Tears begin streaming down my face, not because I haven’t blinked but because of the terror coursing through me. 

Suddenly, the warm pressure in my mind becomes cold as ice and it feels like a sword is slicing my brain apart. My eyes are forced back to the sun and what I see scares the living crap out of me. I’m full-on crying now, or at least as close as I can get to real crying. The rainbows drip sludge, the flames turned blood red, and the sheen morphed into black worms crawling over the surface of the sun. While I sit staring out in shock, rivers running down my face, I see something begin crawling out of the sun. Seven blackened arms puncture through the sun like a snake hatching from an egg and a deformed body is pulled through, its grotesqueness making me want to vomit. The bloody skin is burnt and falling off its face and half of its left eye is blinking in its socket. The other eye is hanging out and has a festering wound near the iris. It looks at me, into my soul, and then it smiles a toothless grin plagued with decay. The rest of the body is a grotesque mass of bleeding flesh and charred bones that I can smell even from inside the car. The right eye of the creature begins speaking to me as the face of the monster splits down the middle and produces a rotten mouth with bleeding gums. It says, “do… you… love me? i can be… pretty for… you,” and then thousands of plants began erupting all over it, trees growing to display their breathtaking foliage and massive height before burning and shrinking. In under a minute, the entire creature is covered in fur made of burnt trees and ash and it scratches itself with one of its many arms just as a mutt would. My eyes are too dry to produce tears and my dread has dried my throat and clouded my thoughts. I’m trying my hardest to scream but I can’t even change my expression, regardless, it seems to hear me. 

It begins to speak again, blood and rot falling off its bones, and my fear climaxes as it speaks it’s next words. The mouths slowly spread apart, syllables making their way to my ears. “i… am...Ra-” my head jerks up and I look around in confusion. Amy is sleeping on my shoulder and Autumn looks up from her phone. A mischevious grin spreads across her face and a sarcastic remark escapes from her. “Did the wittle bump in the road wake you up? Or were you too busy drooling for three hours? Wuss.” I made a face in response and Autumn smirked before looking back at her phone screen. I looked back at the window only to see the silver light of the moon breaking through the clouds and shining a spotlight on everything around it. I breathe a sigh of relief when I remember that the sun was just a really freaky nightmare. I tell my parents about it but instead of telling me to draw or something, something to put my crazy imagination to use, they shared a concerned look with each other and told me to forget about it. From the moment my sisters fell asleep until sunrise, I could hear my parents whispering in hushed tones about Ra and… something else, I can’t remember. I didn’t know anybody named Ra so I ignored them, despite their worried expressions. Minutes later, I close my eyes and try to forget about the nightmare.

I wake up around six in the morning to see that Amy and Autumn hadn't woken up yet. I look to the window, my gaze landing on the sunrise and my eyes slowly close again. The weird thing is, I can almost swear I saw something moving in the early light. A clouds shadow or something? Either way, I’m tired, it’s hard to see anything clearly and I can probably blame it on my imagination anyway. 

Sunrise aside, I can’t get Amy to stop whispering to me.