A Very Very Short Story 2 :]

a very very short story 2 :]

I rushed into the washroom, pressing my skin to ease a bitter sting, feeling as though i had been soaking in chlorinated water for hours. Like a sponge it oozed a thick green gel, burning may fingertips where it made contact. exasperated, i clung to the cold porcalain of the sink, it shocked my skin with an icey bolt, my skin was boiling. i then looked to the mirror, then i saw them, tiny faces gasping for air, pushing themselves out from my pores. i whined in pain, and apprehensively went to touch one, brimming with morbid curiosity. they were plasticky and sticky, as though made of scourging hot rubber. it was then that the little monster bit the tip of my finger. its face was smooth, like a cartoon character, eyes vacant and flat looking, scaleras appearing more similar to translucent skin, with beedy little eyes for pupils.

The stinging of my skin suddenly became sharper, i hunched over the sink. seeing how the green gel had accumulated and pooled in the sink, dripping in waxy strings from my hands and arms. i struggled to look back up at my reflection, and jumped back seeing how engourged and bloated the faces had become. Dear god there was nothing left of me, they stretched outwards, my skin close to tearing. Again, though all other logical parts of my mind knew not to, still, i went to touch them again.

moral of the story:

don't pick your nose if you have a cold :]

post made just before old acc god zucced, the cover for a fake game, i like to think it would be a point and click puzzle game with some chase scenes :]

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My friends,

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I am doing what I can to provide a decent and safe life for my children and to provide for their basic needs in light of the poor living conditions we are living in due to the war of extermination, and I hope that you will continue to support me, whether by donating if possible, or by participating and urging friends to donate, as we are very close to half the goal, and there is less than 350€ left to reach it.

I hope to reach it today 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 ❤🤍💚🖤

decided to draw a spooky version of this silly lil bean keyring :]

a very very short story :3

I began to follow the scratching sounds, up the stairs and into my room. My heart was racing, the scratches got louder and louder, as though with each scratch the one scratching scratched deeper and deeper. Finally i found the source, my large ceiling length wardrobe, by now the scratches where practically scooping out chunks of the wood like clay or dirt. I armed myself, clutching a large paperback in my clamy hands, too stricken with fear to spend time grabbing a knife from the kitchen. They sounded like they had almost clawed their way through, finally in one swift movement, i pulled the dresser draw open.

Empty, no person, creature, rodent, no monster manifest from nightmares waiting to kill me, just clothes. For a moment it was quiet, no scraping sounds, i rooted even further through the wardrobe. Perhaps it was some mouse, that had hopped into the pocket of a hoodie before i opened the door? No it couldn't be, could it? The sounds were so purposeful, too active and large for such a small thing. In a moment of childish confusion and frustration, i threw a punch randomly into the wardrobe. However i did not feel the strong resistance of a brick wall, but instead the distinct feeling of pushing a swinging panel out of the way, like kicking in a door.

I pushed the clothes aside, behind them was concealed a small square door, with a crystal handle, and some kind of... peephole? It appeared that i had pushed it inward, into another, dark space, hidden behind my wardrobe. through light scattered by the clothes and my own figure, i could vaguely make out rows of metal rungs, attached to the back wall of the small space. It was a ladder, completely hidden from me, until now.

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‎‏I am mohammed ayyad of Gazans, living in very difficult conditions because of the war that the Gaza Strip is under. Since the outbreak of the war on the seventh of October we have been evacuating .

‎‏Then the journey of suffering and separation began,because my children were separated and evacuated from our home without covering or clothes., From here they became infected with diseases, and what increased our fatigue was the constant upbringing due to the different areas in which we were displaced, as we were displaced 9 times, and this was very expensive, the last of which was the 9th of this August from Hamad Town. In addition to that, we have lived in the summer season in a tent that did not exceed three meters, closed with nylon, so it is like an agricultural greenhouse atmosphere. It is very hot. All in all, we live difficult days that no human beings can afford

We have no work because of the war, and we do not have any kind of money and this is accompanied by a crazy and horrible rise in prices.

Although water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases

The last suffering is that we are out of Hamad without taking our purposes or our tents and now we are searching the earth in the roads and our children and our elderly parents are suffering..So we use direct donation including what they can or share links fully so people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition all. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

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