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Since October 2022, I have been addicted to chewing weed gummies and smoking marijuana Daily to get by. Watching Ted Lasso, I was able to get out of this addiction. I slowly, with positivity. The TV show showcases daily.
Around the season's midpoint, I no longer needed to be high daily to get by. Because of this, I've been able to retake control of my life, do things and not worry about having a good time all the time.
I credit Ted Lasso for saving me and putting me in a good spirit. I have had horrible relationships with both my parents, and the show can give me the mental health confidence to overcome this.
I am taking care of myself, which I have not been doing. It'll be sad when the show ends this coming week. Still, I do hope that there's a spin-off or another show that can capture the imagination of the show that has given me.
I love football, I love Lasso, and I love all of you; thank you, Ted, for helping me on my journey and pushing me forward in a very positive direction. He was correct when it's not about winning or losing. It's about making the best version of yourself.

I am shifting to flat with my friends. It is a spacious 2BHK with a balcony and a washing area. I can safely call it luxury for a college student. We are 4 people sharing two rooms, so I will have one roommate, and we know each other from the pg that we will be leaving now. So, we have a fair idea of compatibility with each other as roommates.
I will be living 'on my own' for the first time since the pg provided food, housekeeping, Wi-Fi and such services. Now this is a completely independent flat. I am excited but scared of the sudden burst of responsibilities. I have time to prepare myself since we will be going home for a 1.5 month long summer break, I want to know as much as possible so I don't get overwhelmed with the change. I want to be able to contribute and be a responsible roommate without tiring myself out and/or letting people step on my boundaries. This is extremely important since I am great friends with these people and I know one of them since high school, the last thing I want to do is ruin our friendship and make it living hell for us.
What are some must knows, dos and don'ts of living independently? Can you share some food/cooking and safety hacks?
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I (18F) just graduated from high school a few days ago. I study abroad in an IB school and it was so challenging that I'm surprised I graduated, though I won't get the results of my finals until July. I've spent the last two years having breakdowns and crying myself to sleep and BEGGING my parents to let me change schools because of how hard the curriculum was. It especially took a toll on me because I've always been considered a top student so going from that to barely passing was a huge slap.
It's also important to mention that my mom is my grandmother's scapegoat. Because of this, my grandmother actively shows her favouritism of my cousins. It doesn't help that they're both boys as well. Every single one of their achievements has gotten a huge celebration. She travelled to another city so she didn't miss either one of their HS graduation. I didn't even get a text from her.
A few months ago, when I got accepted into a top university for the field I wanted to study, nobody on my mom's side of the family called or texted me. I expected this from my cousins as they had no way of knowing but my mom announced it on the "adults only" family group chat so my aunt and grandmother don't have an excuse, especially since my cousins got a huge celebration when they got into mediocre universities.
Also, every summer, she wakes my sister and I up at 5am to make us cook for my cousins. Mind you, they're both adults (19 & 24) and know how to cook. She makes us to their laundry and everything too.
My cousin "Ali" (24M) texted me yesterday to congratulate me on graduating. It made me cry. We're not very close but the fact that he was the only one who remembered was a bittersweet feeling. He asked me where I planned to go to university and urged me to study in the same city as him.
Also, this treatment isn't remotely normal in her culture. I'm Turkish, my mom is half Turkish half French, with my grandmother being fully French. She actively believes the French are more "civilised" than Turkish people. My dad's side of the family (Turkish) called me during my ceremony to express how proud they were of me which honestly felt amazing.
I'm very hurt that not even my aunt called to congratulate me, especially since she has always voiced her concerns about my grandmother's treatment of my sister and I. I feel betrayed and abandoned, I'm honestly considering going no contact with that side besides Ali because I can't deal with this anymore. I'm so tired.

Hi folks. This isn't a major issue, just more of an odd mystery that has my exotics, but not highly specialised in chickens, vets stumped.
Species: Chicken Age: 6 Sex/Neuter status: intact, long term Suprelorin implant use Breed: hybrid commercial layer Body weight: 1.8kg ish History/Clinical signs: James (yes, she is female) is a rescue battery hen. She came to me 4.5yrs ago, so when she was around 18m, with a pendulous crop. It could not contract at all. I've managed it with all the usual things like diet adjustments, massages, anti-fungal creams, and a "crop top" she wears most nights and sometimes through the day (also recently started her on emeprid, 1ml q12h, and simethicone to relieve pressure from gas). She had a some other issues (kidney shaped eggs that were often massive double yolkers, a small mass of puss in a "dent" an inch or two into her cloaca) and so I opted to put her on suprelorin after about 6 months. The large size implants (12 month) last over a year for her.
I noticed that at some point her crop began contracting. I put it down to just healing from whatever trauma might have caused the problem in the first place. But when her suprelorin wears off her crop no longer empties at all over night. It just balloons up. Within 48hrs of a new implant going in, her crop starts emptying again.
So I'm really just curious about the mechanism involved here. My vets don't know, and aren't concerned given that the Suprelorin helps, not hinders. She doesn't lay when the suprelorin wears off. Her teeny tiny comb gets a little bit bigger, that's it.
I've got to take another hen for her final checkup at the vet school tomorrow after a big op, and will be asking them. I'll report back if they have anything to say, if anyone is curious. Duration: lifelong
Thanks in advance, and I hope you either know the answer, or it gives you something interesting to thing about.

Hello. I have been working on a world building project on and off for several years now. It is mostly used for TTRPG campaigns I run. My nerdy high school self loving stuff like Tolkien, Baldur's Gate, & Elder Scrolls meant that world started out as generic. However as time has gone on I have go through multiple rounds of resetting the world and rebuilding. Since I study things like comparative politics, public policy, international relations, political economics, and religious history in college I tend to do these restarts whenever I finished a major semester or year. Right now I am in the middle of another round of rebuilding and had some questions . Sorry for the long setup, I tend to be overly verbose when it comes to stuff that I can care about like worldbuilding.
So the setting I am working on is right now called Mundis. Over time I have shrunken the "known world" down. Decided that it was not really worth adding in all these more outside cultures into a setting for vague ideas of diversity if I wasn't going to be able to give these other cultures their due justice. On of these shrinking efforts resulted in me making it so their were no other ancestries other than humans. After all if I am basing a culture on the Minoan Greeks it kinda feels weird to then make them all nonhuman elves or whatever. Plus other ancestries tend to result in different life spans which makes a historic timeline of the setting more annoying to make or you have to start asking questions about who can breed with who. All and all it is a real headache.
However, I do still like some aesthetic elements associated with ancestries. So I have thought about adding aspects back in, but still making them just minor differences in what are humans. For example have thought about making it so the ancient Celtic like people of my world had elf like ears (again don't know why just always liked that look). Nowadays such a trait is usually only found among the people of the Island Kingdom of Caliden (the primary setting for most of my campaigns). I also wanted to make it so more wolf like peoples live in the northern highlands of Caliden. Cause in the past I made it so the ancient culture of the land thought werewolves were a sacred blessing from Cernun the Slayer & God of the Hunt. Thus in the highlands, where people are more resistant to the missionary efforts of the Church of Magna Matrona, there is still a practice of clan chiefs and their close kin purposely becoming werewolves. Such traditions have made it so the peoples of the highlands clans commonly are more hairy and have sharper teeth. However, they are still normal humans at the end of the day and if it wasn't for people going out of their way to be werewolves then have kids then these traits would go away after a few generations. Then in the north I wanted to give my Finno-Ugric inspired peoples tusk-like teeth, don't have a fully fleshed out reason why, but I already had them using saber tooth tigers as mounts and hunting mammoths, so have some ideas about connecting this to some religious or cultural rites (perhaps some kind of magic blood baptism. That using these more toothy animals blood affects people in way that makes them take on that aspect of these beasts.) Then the last one I thought of was having an cultural group in my ancient Greek inspired island region called the Men-of-Taros. These would be a more traditional, militant, and Minoan inspired people who are also known for having horns on their head. Again don't have a fully fleshed out reason for this.
When it comes to this stuff I am not worried so much if these ideas are bad. I am just worried I am trying to have my cake and eat it too when it comes to having an all human world but keeping aspects of many traditional fantasy ancestries. Not to mention I don't want to seem like I am trying to purposely paint one culture as more "savage" (my goal would be to portrayed something like werewolves in a nuanced way to try to avoid that.) So do you all think I am trying to have it both ways too much and should just bite the bullet, go all normal humans or go back to having some fantasy ancestries again. Again sorry if I my over writing is an annoyance. Also re-posted this since I messed up the title of the last version of this post.

When i had my first kiss, and kisses with the person, i didn't feel anything, it was bad quite forced and i hasn't ready, and we quickly broke up after
Later i kissed someone else, i didn't "know" them and didn't have romantic feelings for them, we were on a 1 week school trip, they were messing with me i was messing with them and we eventually kissed (also a quick no tonge kiss) and it feel amazing its seemed like my whole body was vibrating it was so magical and since the kiss every time i looked at their lips or brushed hands it felt like i was gonna explode but it was amazing it was so intense and pleasurable but on a completely higher level compared to... Humm doing things yourself yk? After we came back from the trip we lost Touch and it didn't turn to anything else but that's not important
I have recently been talking to someone and im starting to like them a lot, yesterday we went on our first date and we kissed, we both wanted it we were messing with each other but it didn't have that spark, it was not bad it was quite pleasurable and i like them but im wondering why does it happen so intensely with some people but not with others? Does it only happen in high tension scenarios? Does it develop with time in some relationships? Does it have to do with compatibility or something? Thank you to anyone who answers :)

So for context, its a Saturday night and we have a lot of new staff so there were a lot of people scheduled. I work as a host and a runner so i was just minding my own business helping out where i could until it came time to close.
When it was closing time, some coworkers did do there part in closing but others did not, one thing i did not like is when it came to clearing the garbage, they assumed i was doing nothing so they asked me to do it. But mind you at this point ive already done all that was required of me so i was just putting away some dirty dishes. so it looked like i was standing around.
I was also really tired from working the entire day previously and having to work the entire day the next day (and my coworkers know that) and I usually stay later than everyone to roll utensils and place them on the table aswell since most of the hostess are in high school and get sent home early (which i understand).
So I said to them, you need to change the garbage its your job, im busy at the moment, but then they rudely asked me to do it even though they litterly could of done it themselves since it didnt seem like they were doing anything either.
I did rant to my manager a bit afterwards especially about the new girl since in that conversation she gave me attitude by saying “its so easy, why don’t you do it?” and i replied by saying “if its so easy you can do it to” since in my opinion i think she needs to do it to because its part of her training. (and i had to do it to during my training)
so aita for telling my manager? i dont really like her since she’s doesnt really do anything unless i ask her, but she is new (like two weeks new) so im not sure if i should give her more time. But i did end up clearing the garbage for them but i reminded them that they have to do it next time.
Thanks for listening to my half rant and half story! and really wanna get some feedback so i dont end up lashing out at her since she is young. (like gr 10)
tdlr: new coworker & friend gives me attitude for not helping them clear the garbage by saying “iTs So eAsY” after i refused to it once since i was tired and did all my closing duties already (i did do it after though)

Thanks for stopping by - especially if you happen to be a particularly introspective/insightful person who has improved their mindset around sex.
TLDR - Neither me(36f) or my husband (39m) are sexually experienced or have had a particularly fun sex life with our few previous partners We want to get good at sex, get more pleasure, and perspective. Is swinging the right path?
I grew up sexually repressed - all through college I held myself back from having sex, because was never able to let myself feel desirable - I wanted sex and had opportunity but just stopped myself because sex is “bad” and i dunno I wasn’t pretty enough or something in my head.
Anyhow this is it…our “body count” as the cool kids say …me: 1) a guy with drug and anger issues that gave me an amazing son 2) a female friend of mine 3) a much older selfish married man 4) long distance relationship for 8 months with a guy who realized he couldn’t be a stepparent and 5) my husband ❤️
My husband 1) married his sexually-repressed high school sweetheart, and after a couple decades and a couple kids she moved out of the country to find herself and left him with the kids. Then he had 2) a one night stand from a dating app and 3) a relationship for six months with a woman who told him she was never attracted to him and then dumped him via text leaving him also not feeling desirable, and 4) me ❤️
We’ve been married for 6 years and it’s going fantastic in all areas but sex. We’ve created this new blended family, and have a wonderful life. We’ve both learned to communicate much more together and sex is often nice…but often mechanical and we’re in our own heads about trying to please each other. Like - we don’t really feel confident and there’s emotion that goes along for the ride and we don’t have experience to draw on.
Maybe some day in the future we could strut into a sex club like we own the place, But for now we just want to find another couple or two, take it slow so we can learn how to give and get pleasure better without the hang ups.
So here’s the question and thanks for making it this far. We feel secure in our relationship, and are open to try pretty much anything. We are fun and funny. We’re approachable and charismatic.
Is swinging a good path for this, or do we somehow need to figure out how to get “good” at sex first? How do we approach this with people and let them know that we want to grow and learn but we’re novices in sex generally?

Are you thinking about moving to California? It’s a beautiful state with a lot to offer, but it can also be overwhelming if you’re not prepared. In this blog, we’ll cover everything you need to know before making the move, including practical tips for finding housing, dealing with logistics, and connecting with a reputable realtor in the area.

Why Move to California?

California is a highly desirable state for many reasons. For starters, it boasts a warm and sunny climate that’s perfect for outdoor enthusiasts. With hundreds of miles of coastline, California also offers some of the most beautiful beaches in the country, which attract millions of visitors each year.
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Moving to California requires a bit of logistical planning. Here are some tips to help you prepare:

• Get your driver’s license: You’ll need a California driver’s license if you plan on driving in the state.
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Connecting with a reputable realtor when moving to California can have many benefits. A realtor can provide you with valuable information about the local housing market, help you find the right neighborhood, and negotiate the best deal on your behalf. Here are some reasons why you should consider connecting with a realtor:

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• Research different neighborhoods and decide on the one that’s right for you.
• Use online resources to find apartments or homes for rent or sale.
• Prepare all necessary documents and be ready to act fast when you find a place you like.
• Get your California driver’s license.
• Register your vehicle with the California DMV.
• Change your address with the post office and any other relevant institutions.
• Work with a reputable realtor to find your dream home.

Conclusion

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~ catch the rain even on a sunny day ~
Whenever I think about going into finding "that" person, sometimes, minsan di ko rin alam exactly what I'm looking for. In some days, I get filled with so much excitement and emotion and really want to tell someone about it. In other days, gusto kong may mapagkwentuhan kung gaano kasarap yung kinain ko for lunch. There are days when I want to share to you how much I love this particular song and all the emotions I'm feeling inside. Meanwhile, there are the days that can seem boring and stagnant. There are days when I come home from school feeling empty because I'm drained and my messaging apps are dry. There are days when I feel na ubos na energy ko because of acads and just wanna maybe hop on a call with someone chit-chat here and there because I'm writing my thesis. But regardless, it would be nice to have someone who'll be there for you, right? Most of the time, I'm this type who's madaldal kapag may energy and really just want to genuinely look out for someone. I'd like to be that someone to remind you to stay safe sa pagcommute mo. I'd love to get to know you more and learn from you as you tell about that niche knowledge you have about a certain topic. I'd listen to that something that made you feel happy today. I'll greet you good mornings and remind you to stay safe for the day while later on, I'll ask how your day went and I'll say a good night. I'd like for us to talk about anything, everything, and sometimes even the most mundane of things. I think that's it, someone who's... there.
When I say someone who's "there", I don't mean it something lightly but it's more of someone being there who understands you - a special person who can empathize with you and tell you it's going to be okay. To be honest, nakakamiss kiligin hahaha. As someone na who doesn't fit the conventionally attractive standards of the internet, it gets tough sa mga ganito kaya I'm taking my shot here. I think isa sa mga main driving factors which made me do this is because lately, I've been feeling too overwhelmed with a lot of stuff. I feel like things are going so fast kaya maybe I thought it would be nice to have someone around. I'm a very sentimental and "getting-to-know to a meaningful relationship" kind of guy. Basically, I like to give value to anything and everything that is shared between two people. But I'd like to take things slow and really get the chance to feel the vibe of one another so no pressure in that! I'd like for us to get to know each other deeply, maybe go on dates, and really get to feel the vibe of each other. May nakita ako sa TikTok na quote "treat me as a friend first and someone special second" and I highly resonate with that. I want to be able to establish trust and friendship first. The world is too cruelt and fast-paced already so it would be nice to have our own safe space where we can be honest, vulnerable(?), and... gentle with each other. In short, I'm looking for someone who can be my friend, bff, a special someone, and someone who's just there.
about me: 5'4, normal bmi, average body physique, physically active, big 4 engg student, lives in QC, bunso, i like listening to kpop and opm, big fan of kdramas, dog person, introvert (infj), leo, been described as super chill and an all-around guy, low-maintenance, 🌸, chronically online, oftentimes very busy with acads (hence online setups can be draining for me but i adjust! and can reply fast)
about you: smaller than me (?), no hard preferences on appearance but generally someone who presents themselves well, around my age, no smokers and may mga vices pls (non-negotiable), preferably someone around QC lang din, it'll be very nice if we share similarities!, uhh idk anymore just be a good person! :)
oh and to not waste time and if you like, we can exchange pics agad naman if you'd like, i'm down for that and if we're not each other's type, that's okay. or if you'd like to stay anonymous muna for some time, that'll be okay for me too!

Hi everyone,
I’d like to apply for medical schools preferably in CA next year. I did my bachelors in Europe and I was never expecting to get the opportunity to apply for the schools in the US (since a month I’m a LPR), so I never cared about my GPA before. According to a GPA converter table my GPA is around 2.9-3.1. I worked one year on my bachelor in a lab of my university. And volunteered 3 months in a hospital helping nurses. However, I see most of the people have GPAs over 3.5 here (congratulations! btw.), but long story short; does anyone have similar experience where they could compensate their low GPA with a high MCAT score? Without doing post-bacc or SMP (if I remember correctly) and still getting accepted? Thank you in advance!

When i had my first kiss, and kisses with the person, i didn't feel anything, it was bad quite forced and i hasn't ready, and we quickly broke up after
Later i kissed someone else, i didn't "know" them and didn't have romantic feelings for them, we were on a 1 week school trip, they were messing with me i was messing with them and we eventually kissed (also a quick no tonge kiss) and it feel amazing its seemed like my whole body was vibrating it was so magical and since the kiss every time i looked at their lips or brushed hands it felt like i was gonna explode but it was amazing it was so intense and pleasurable but on a completely higher level compared to... Humm doing things yourself yk? After we came back from the trip we lost Touch and it didn't turn to anything else but that's not important
I have recently been talking to someone and im starting to like them a lot, yesterday we went on our first date and we kissed, we both wanted it we were messing with each other but it didn't have that spark, it was not bad it was quite pleasurable and i like them but im wondering why does it happen so intensely with some people but not with others? Does it only happen in high tension scenarios? Does it develop with time in some relationships? Does it have to do with compatibility or something? Thank you to anyone who answers :)

Title really says it all, I’m desperately trying to improve myself as a person but I still can’t get the “weird kid” label off me. It’s terrible because no one wants to socialise with me or even be near me unless they have to. I’m scared that my lack of social skills, stims I’ve had since birth (and finally overcome) and general awkwardness has ruined any chance I’ve got at socialising in high school (middle school and high school are the same thing in Australia). I wish I made an effort to improve me as a person when I stated high school, not half way through year 10, my biggest fear is that I’ll end up with one of those adults who have no friends and barley leave the house and are unable to learn any more social skills. Thanks for reading my “sad but true sob story”. I’ve tried everything else that I can think of to remove this label and some of those ideas have actually have worked for other people, but not me. If I can’t succeed with this then idk why I would continue with anything.

I'm a 2nd-year Financial and Business Economics (FBEC) major. I want to switch from FBEC to a Hons. Double Major in Comp. Sci and Economics. I would appreciate some advice. I am ahead for my degree and would complete my degree in 3 years, but I feel FBEC restricts me to just Economics and I want to be differentiated when entering the job market, in a few years. I love Computer Science and coded my own Inventory Management System in high school. I want to continue my passion for both Economics and Computer Science. Do you guys think it's a viable decision? I have attended advising sessions and they suggest that switching would make me extend my time in York to 4 years from 3 years but I would graduate with two majors.

It’s happened before, during my last year of high school I would find myself staring at the wall for an hour instead of doing the piles of work I had sitting in a corner. I couldn’t even find the energy to brush my teeth some nights. Disgusting I know, please don’t judge me. I managed to pick myself up again in the first year of uni, and god, I have no clue how I did it, it might’ve been the 3 month break between high school and uni that brought me back or the excitement for starting new, who knows. Now here I am, in the same shitty situation. It’s been 4 years since that dark shitty time and I’m back again. I finished my bachelors degree and now I’m doing my masters, but I’m so tired. I keep finding myself procrastinating, pacing around, staring at blank walls again, I’m neglecting physical hygiene now too because I leave things to the last minute and have no time for anything else other than getting the work done for the next day. I hate myself to the core, how do I pick myself up again? I don’t want to continue falling asleep every night hating myself to the core. Please help me.

1
I live in a suburb surrounded by forest. My house is in a row of other properties built next to a tree line. The neighborhood was always quiet. The sounds of crickets, birds, and sight of black bears were routine on most summer days.
The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
2
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
3
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
4
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
5
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
6
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.

I live in a suburb surrounded by forest. My house is in a row of other properties built next to a tree line. The neighborhood was always quiet. The sounds of crickets, birds, and sight of black bears were routine on most summer days.
The scenic area was something I was always grateful for. I lived completely alone since the death of my parents. An accidental fire took both of their lives. Once I collected my inheritance, I relocated to a much more peaceful region. I had always fantasized about moving there.
I tried to start a relationship with Samantha. I had gone to High School with her sixteen years before. She had gone on to become a respected Detective. My attempt at something long lasting with her failed. She was too career oriented. I was reeling from grief. Focusing on building something meaningful with her was a pipe dream.
Things around my community changed once the Murphy family went missing.
The first sign that something was off on that Wednesday was how their blinds had closed. Their silver Chevy Chrysler remained parked in the driveway.
A tennis instructor at the country club noticed the wife of that house did not show up for the program. He called their number to make sure everything was alright. When no one responded, he notified the authorities. Rumors abounded immediately among the home owners association about an alleged affair. The gossip only furthered when the married couple and their three kids were not found in the abode.
I watched from my balcony as the patrolmen roped the place off with caution tape. The domicile was a three story building with brick chimney’s and a few peaked roofs in the style of English towers. They were beige, light blue and crimson.
On the morning of the Murphy’s desertion of society, the architecture became a hollow image. It was one that was once filled with activity and life.
The law did what they could. Any success they may have had in the investigation was secret. A few months passed by and they removed the caution tape.
I followed the on-line police logs. The weather was pristine and clear the day they vanished. The fact that there were no witnesses to what direction they may have gone disturbed me.
I had heard how the man, Frank Murphy, had a bit of a temper and always had a bourbon in hand. I had heard mutual friends describe him as an alcoholic in denial of his servitude to liquor. He was an indignant individual who knew no true repercussions for his behavior. He always had bail money from a software company he founded and sold a long time ago.
I was never close to that family, but I peered out at their vacant house far more than I ever had. I was in need of an answer. What could have happened?
*
I called Samantha one evening as I sat on my bed, wondering how she would respond to my reaching out. We were never argumentative or on bad terms. I still worried about her reaction, and hoped it would not be a dismissive one.
I heard her say hello. Her voice still impressed me. I had almost forgotten how silky her tone was. I knew it could change to a much firmer pitch when she was interviewing a suspect.
“Hi, Sam. I’d like to know if you’d be free tomorrow for a cup of coffee. We can go to that place, The Bean Field, off Pond road. It’s been a while and I know you have a lot to tell me about what’s new in your life.”
There was a pause on the other end, and for a second a bout of anxiety hit me. I judged my own words as robotic, stilted, and sure to push her away. I reasoned she was summoning an excuse to get out of having to interact with me. How dare I presume she would even entertain the notion of having a meeting.
“That sounds great,” she said. “Tomorrow is my day off, luckily for you. I’m in the middle of an incident right now. It’s a five car pile-up about forty minutes from where you live. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When she hung up, I was triumphant. I looked at our old text conversations. I realized we had not been in communication with each other for over twelve months. Now was my opportunity to reconcile that gap of unintended avoidance. I knew it would be an undeserved opportunity.
*
I sat outside of the cafe the next morning at a black metal table. I had a view of rolling hills dotted with trees. A highway with multitudinous shrubberies sat on either side of it. I sipped a piccolo latte while waiting for her.
When she arrived and stepped out of her hatchback in the parking lot, her appearance floored me. She had not dressed up for our supposed date, but that did not make a difference. She had arrived from the gym and wore shorts and a top set. She donned a gray and green hoodie.
She sat across from me and reached for the menu.
“Can you go to the front and order me avocado toast?” Samantha asked. “I’ll also take a mocha with a few shots of espresso. Please.”
I did exactly that. When I returned with her items, she apologized for consuming her meal in less than two minutes.
“I hadn’t eaten since five PM yesterday,” she said between sips.
“I understand,” I said. “I doubt you ever have a consistent schedule anymore.”
“You’re right, but that’s why I have to enjoy my free time when I can.”
We settled into talking about what had happened since we last saw each other. I referenced my trying to learn another language (French) with the hopes of moving to Europe or Canada.
After fifteen minutes of small talk, I asked her about work, but I did so with caution. It started with me wondering about what the call she was on when we were on the phone was about.
“A drunk driver blew a stop sign and hit two other vehicles,” she said. “It was ugly. A few people died. We’ll see if the man in silk pajamas gives him the proper sentence or a traffic citation.”
“You know, I’m curious about what happened to the Murphy’s, if they’re hurt or not.”
“You and everyone else,” she said. “We’ve been getting so many witness accounts, and so far they’ve all been bogus. All I know is what I saw when I got there.”
“I didn’t know you were one of the responders,” I said.
“Yeah. Something about the place was off from the moment I walked in. I found heavy items in placed they should not have been in. The toolbox was not in the garage but on the second story. A disassembled snowblower lay scattered everywhere in pieces. The oven door was on their bed. Frank Murphy was not the strongest guy in the world, either. For him to cause the kind of property damage I saw doesn’t make a lot of sense. At the risk of sounding crazy, inexplicable things happened when I was there.”
“Like what?”
“I was under the impression that something was playing a trick on me. Electrical outlets sparked a few times out of nowhere. The ceiling fan would go from still to spinning when I looked up at it. Books would fall off of the shelves. A volume on black magic, of all things, almost hit the top of my head when I walked on by. Another book about fairies collapsed with it.”
“So the home intruder set up a bunch of weird diversions,” I said. “I’ve heard of that before. These killers or kidnappers want the victims to think there was more than one of them. It’s so their account’s disputed in court.”
I’ll tell you right now,” she said, “we didn’t find any outside DNA.”
“So it’s a case of family annihilation,” I said as I took a long swig of my beverage. “I don’t know if you can substantiate the facts, but a few people have said that Emily had a big life insurance policy. Frank knew about. He may have been using steroids and having an affair, and that could have contributed to-“
It occurred to me that she eyed me with suspicion, as though I was digging too deep. I could also tell she regretted letting information about the forensic results slip.
She stood up and stared at me with a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted to piece something back together with me,” she said. “I didn’t know you wanted to play armchair investigator like every true crime fan. You know, your parents were kind. I wish you’d follow their example. I’ll let you get the bill.”
She walked back to her vehicle and I knew it would be a while before we conversed again.
Later that night, I stared out my window at the Murphy home. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and it almost seemed ready to plummet into the side of their house.
*
The next evening, I took a walk around the suburb. I spotted a thin line of dried red fluid along a path which led into the woods.
I was attempting to get in some movement to get my mind off of the events of the day before. Negativity and self-deprecation were all-consuming. I felt the need for a long saunter to try and release some of the meandering and pessimistic energy I accrued.
When I saw the carmine ribbon along the dark soil, a sense of worry filled me. I was not that far removed from a cul-de-sac with palatial manors a block away. There was no way I could speculate on me being the first to see it.
Could it be a hint where they are? I thought.
The notion seemed absurd, a reach.
I had read in the local newspaper that there was an uptick in bobcat sightings due to recent wildfires. The animals relocated during prior summers. I reasoned it could have been a house pet which became a victim after it got snatched away into the overgrowth.
I followed it, and the uneven road of red stretched on past many bushes and over logs. A shrill chirping in the background became louder. I moved between two conifers with petrified wood and found myself in a part of the forest I had never been in.
There were so many branches that it blacked out the falling sun. Ahead of me was a clearing. A swarm of gnats and mosquitos descended upon it. The sea of insects soared together in chaotic unison as a wave among the sedges and lichen.
I looked towards the right of the meadow and saw a ramshackle tree house. I trailed the red line towards it. I peered in through one of the windows and saw a statue of a woman with wings. I knew she was not an angel. There was no halo, nor were her organs of flight feathery, but rather they were thin and bat-like.
I entered the place knowing the danger I was putting myself in. I had tracked mud in and was oblivious to the incriminating actions I partook in. I was trespassing and risking stumbling into whoever may have owned the land. My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to keep moving forward.
The room was sparse but decorated. The walls had carvings of men and women, also with wings. Their bodies held yogic-like positions as they reached out to one another mid-air.
A piece of parchment with a few words sat in the corner. I picked it up and read it:
‘Humans are the greatest living beings to play tricks on. Especially when they go through a time of drought and extreme cold.’
I sat it down where I found it, unsure of what to make of it.
I touched the central figure’s neck. The chiseling was not only cold, but below freezing, as though I had submerged my hand in a polar pool.
The noise of some kind of bird attempting to escape a confined space reverberated below me.
Something brushed against my leg. I looked down and saw an army of glow bugs float up between the cracks, and they circled around me. They were like dragon flies. At the time I had labeled them as such, but in reality their shapes were far too humanoid.
I walked back home. I went to bed and slept. I was still perturbed at the wine-colored avenue and cabin.
I awoke in the middle of the night after something tapped at my walls from the outside. I peered out and saw the Murphy home, and observed how the blinds over their casements were wide open. A hive of mites filled every inch of the interior.
*
I found the decomposing body of a chipmunk stuffed into the tailpipe of my vehicle the next day.
This horrified me, because the deliberation of the act was too evident to ignore. While I did have a surveillance camera on my porch, the coverage of my vehicle was non-existent. I calmed myself down by thinking it was likely a tempestuous child. I retrieved a pair of medical gloves and disposed of the creature before going on with the errand. The rotting body had a horrible smell. It was like an onion left out in humidity for days, and my stomach turned as I sealed it off in the garbage with the lid.
The next morning, I looked in my closet. Some of my favorite shirts had disintegrated. Holes and patches of destroyed fabric littered them. I found it odd, and even searched on-line for possible answers before I decided it had to be a moth infestation. I sprayed lavender. Information on a website statEd that was a cure-all, but the problem persisted. It bothered me that I had not seen a single aphid, but I pushed that concern away.
A few days afterward, when I had tossed my disheveled pieces of attire, the power in my house went out. This was not such an unusual occurrence during the heavy winter months. For it to occur in the summer was strange.
It was a rolling blackout. Once my house had electricity again, I noticed how someone moved items around.
Something turned my kitchen table on its side and stuffed into a part of the kitchen I would have never placed it in.
I grabbed a butcher knife and did a sweep of the premises, and I did not find anything. There were no footprints or signs of anything else tampered with. When I got to the second story, birds nested along the tree tops, and the repugnant odor of fish attacked me.
My allergies became insufferable over the next month. Nothing purchased over the counter which helped it.
*
I went to the beach on an overcast day. After roughly half a mile of walking, I saw an illustration someone had drawn in the sand with a stick. It was of a being with airfoils.
A light precipitation had fallen earlier. As I trailed along the former part of the sand, a glint in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked out at the water and saw what appeared to be a light blue outline of wings beneath the surface.
A phosphorescent wall of creatures surrounded me.
As the days march on, I know I am stalked by something I cannot rebel against, let alone have any agency or autonomy over. My pillowcases have shredded, the pipes in my basement have burst, and someone left me a gift at my front door. When I opened it, I saw mice scurry away. It was a book, and it was one about the history of fairies.
I picked it up and had to blow the dust off of it. Someone had stolen it from a musty subterranean chamber and brought it here.
I theorized that it was Samantha, passive aggressive with her disappointment in me. Yet I flip through its pages and find it all too familiar. I cannot help but wonder if this is a sign of something far more dangerous.