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Photographer finds locations of 1960s postcards to see how they look today [x]
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long road home
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Point Pleasant, West Virginia
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cryptid sighting
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Look at those lovely rolls
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Gecko!
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Before dawn at Calico Springs, Nevada
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Зона отчуждения
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“It happened late Friday night. That morning no one suspected anything. I sent my son to school, my husband went to the barber’s. I’m preparing lunch when my husband comes back. "There’s some sort of fire at the nuclear plant,“ he says. "They’re saying we are not to turn off the radio.” I forgot to say that we lived in Pripyat, near the reactor. I can still see the bright-crimson glow, it was like the reactor was glowing. This wasn’t an ordinary fire, it was some kind of emanation. It was pretty. I’d never seen anything like it in the movies. That evening everyone spilled out onto their balconies, and those who didn’t have them went to friend’s houses. We were on the ninth floor, we had a great view. People brought their kids out, picked them up, said, “Look! Remember!” And these were people who worked at the reactor – engineers, workers, physics instructors. They stood in the black dust, talking, breathing, wondering at it. People came from all around on their cars and their bikes to have a look. We didn’t know that death could be so beautiful. Though I wouldn’t say that it had no smell – it wasn’t a spring or an autumn smell, but something else, and it wasn’t the smell of earth. My throat tickled, and my eyes watered.”
Nadezhda Vygovskaya, evacuee from the town of Pripyat; Monologue About What We Didn’t Know:  Death Can Be So Beautiful; Voices from Chernobyl (Svetlana Alexievich)
this paragraph.  this paragraph won’t leave me alone.
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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Dennis Warmack - OC Additional Tags: Urban Fantasy, Supernatural Elements, Horror, Creepypasta, Adventure, Creepy, Blood, Violence, Television, Teenagers, Weirdness, Surreal Summary:
In the year 2021, a teen boy turns sixteen, shortly after, weird things start happening to and around him. This is his story.
An unconventional urban fantasy story, now in a single collection instead of seperate stories.
This work belongs to @rednosesho. Signal boosting because this work truly deserves it!
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This makes me so incredibly sad. I can relate to this, especially when I know it’s coming.
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Man and dog are connected at the chest by a single blue thread. They are very close, the best of friends. But, Dog is old and struggles to keep his feet on the ground and man can’t stand that, so he reels the thread in more and more and eventually ties it around Dogs neck to keep him close. Dog becomes tangled in the thread and distressed as he floats up higher and higher. Man must decide what to do next. Does he keep his best friend by his side, or let him go?
Film created by Sophie McPike Score by Rory McPike
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Literally stop what you’re doing and please watch this short little animation about a black cat and a pitbull. I only cried a few times I swear. :’)
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Something I wrote a long time ago after regretting discontinuing my childhood therapy sessions.
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I made this poem a few years ago, posting it here to get some feedback and to have SOMETHING on my AO3 page.
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