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Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 10.4K Views

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Cultivators cultivate to reach immortality, but even Immortals and Gods have a lifespan. Then what is true immortality? To defy the heavens and live forever, or to follow the cosmic fate of life and death? Li Hao was an ordinary man, a mere speck of dust in the vast universe, until fate wove a cruel joke upon him. Betrayed by those he trusted, abandoned in a world that showed him no mercy, he met an untimely and bitter end. But that was not the end of his story. Reborn into a world of cultivation, where the strong reign supreme and the weak are crushed underfoot, Li Hao vowed to never be at the mercy of others again. He would carve his own path, one paved with blood and ambition. He would reach immortality—not the fleeting illusion of it that cultivators sought, but something far beyond. The Mortal Realm was but the first step. He refined his body, tempered his soul, and forged his will through tribulation and battle. He fought against demons and beasts, against heaven's trials, and against the shackles of fate itself. Yet, as he ascended to immortality, he found himself standing at the precipice of another revelation. Even Immortals could die. Even Gods perished. Even Supreme beings, who transcended the laws of the universe, were bound by something greater. The so-called eternal life he sought was nothing but a fragile existence stretched over time. And so, Li Hao set his sights on something beyond mere cultivation. To be unkillable. The Dao was vast and boundless. The Laws governed existence, and yet they too could be bent, broken, and reforged. He mastered the Laws, ascended through tribulations, and shattered the limits imposed upon him. But at every stage, new adversaries emerged—ancient beings that had walked the path before him, celestial entities who wielded the power of the cosmos, and gods who saw themselves as eternal. But Li Hao was different. He did not walk the path to seek enlightenment. He did not cultivate merely to surpass others. He walked a path never tread before—a path to become an existence that could never be erased. To transcend even Supreme Dao and forge a reality where he alone dictated his fate. The journey was treacherous. The higher he climbed, the greater the opposition. The heavens themselves conspired against him. He defied the Immortal Tribulations, weathered the wrath of the Heavenly Dao, and waged war against those who would keep the cycle of life and death intact. But how far would he go? How much would he sacrifice? To truly become unkillable, one must forsake all weakness, sever all ties, and stand above everything. But was that the only way? As Li Hao stood at the peak of existence, gazing into the endless abyss of the cosmos, he asked himself the ultimate question: Would he rewrite the very fabric of reality to forge his own eternity, or was there something even beyond absolute power? A tale of defiance, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of the unattainable—follow Li Hao as he walks the path beyond immortality, where the heavens tremble, and existence itself bends before his will. For in this boundless universe, where even gods perish—what is true eternity? _______ My discord is:@killmax17166848
HOST_17 · 34.4K Views

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is it really that complicated is it really that hard I'm just curious did no one learn anything from Salem I thought people were fans of Twilight and what the heck is wrong with your government!!? oh yes everything! Spell for Kindness and Open-Mindedness (A Charm Against Condescending Pricks and Judgy Jerks) By the warmth of empathy and the light of truth, Let hearts grow gentle, and minds uncouth Be softened, humbled, made aware— Let kindness, not judgment, fill the air. Ingredients: A pink candle (for compassion) A pinch of salt (to cleanse negativity) A feather (for lightness of spirit) A small stone (for grounding and humility) A piece of paper and a pen Instructions: Prepare the Space: Place the pink candle in the center. Arrange the salt, feather, and stone around it. On the paper, write: “Let me see with open eyes, Speak with care, and not despise. May my heart be kind and true, May I judge not, nor misconstrue.” Light the Candle: As the flame grows, sprinkle the salt around the candle in a gentle circle, saying: “Salt to cleanse, flame to warm, Let harshness fade, let kindness form.” Hold the Feather: Wave the feather over your head and shoulders, imagining it brushing away arrogance, condescension, and judgment. Say: “Feather light, take flight, Remove the urge to mock or slight.” Ground with the Stone: Hold the stone in your hand, feeling its weight. Say: “Stone of earth, keep me grounded, Humble, honest, never hounded By pride or scorn or cruel intent— Let my words be kindly meant.” Recite the Spell: Read aloud what you wrote on the paper. Then add: “May I never call another mad, When their world has gone so bad. May I listen, may I care, And never judge what I can’t bear.” Close the Ritual: Blow out the candle, fold the paper, and tuck it somewhere you’ll see it often (wallet, mirror, phone case). Carry the stone with you for a day as a reminder. May this spell help you—and those around you—trade arrogance for empathy, and judgment for understanding. The world’s got enough pricks; be the reason someone feels safe, not silenced.
NUNyaZ · 10.7K Views
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