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Re: Stories

JOSweetHeart — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 23:55:05 GMT

Author: JOSweetHeart

Posted: 03/21/2014 03:55

I'm embarrassed to say this, but instead of 18 losses for me in the past 5 years alone, its actually 19. Sadly when there are so many, you are bound to forget someone. 🙁 🙁 🙁

God bless you always!!!

Holly

Re: Stories

Antonio-Pedro — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 18:42:24 GMT

Author: Antonio-Pedro

Posted: 03/16/2014 22:42

When I was younger, I went to my grandma's house
She had a pool ( very big) I would like to jump on the pool, but i didn't find any high place. So I climbed up in the roof and then jumped. I fell in the pool. But it hurted so much. The roof was high and if i had missed the place (if I had not fell in the pool) I could be not posting this. But I made it just once. I don't think that I could do this today. It was a cool jump. Good times.

Re: Stories

benpaco — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 15:32:38 GMT

Author: benpaco

Posted: 03/16/2014 19:32

Jackwc wrote:

Stop crushin', bro.

Different person I've not even mentioned here yet, she's just also pretty ... without the sideburnmustache at least

Re: Stories

alelsupreme — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 15:29:36 GMT

Author: alelsupreme

Posted: 03/16/2014 19:29

my life is a story
a tragedy

Re: Stories

Jackwc — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 15:12:01 GMT

Author: Jackwc

Posted: 03/16/2014 19:12

benpaco wrote:

She's one of my best friends and is always gorgeous but in that moment I could not help but just roll around crying of laughter.

Stop crushin', bro.

Re: Stories

benpaco — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 21:34:50 GMT

Author: benpaco

Posted: 03/16/2014 01:34

Today me and some friends went to the beach and it was great, we had a big costume event thing and then just messed around. This one friend of mine looked just especially gorgeous, made-up all nice (actually maybe a little bit heavy on the makeup even) and IDK, just like strikingly pretty. Like even more so than normal. Then she ran on the beach to go grab a rock and came back and I noticed some sand on her face. Coming closer, I noticed how much sand was on her face. It made these really specific and strange side burn mustache things, but perfectly filled in. And in that moment, she looked SO MUCH like the guy on the far right here (been too long to remember their names):

Thumbnail. Click to enlarge.

She's one of my best friends and is always gorgeous but in that moment I could not help but just roll around crying of laughter.

Re: Stories

JOSweetHeart — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 09:42:41 GMT

Author: JOSweetHeart

Posted: 03/15/2014 13:42

^^^ Yeah. This is going to be one of the hardest funerals that I have ever had to go to.

God bless you always!!!

Holly

Re: Stories

Anonymous — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 09:38:59 GMT

Author: Anonymous

Posted: 03/15/2014 13:38

JOSweetHeart wrote:

In the last 5 years, I have lost 15 family members and 3 friends. The funeral for the most recent is tonight and it is for one of my most favorite cousins.

God bless you always!!!

Holly

😢

Re: Stories

JOSweetHeart — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 09:37:57 GMT

Author: JOSweetHeart

Posted: 03/15/2014 13:37

In the last 5 years, I have lost 15 family members and 3 friends. The funeral for the most recent is tonight and it is for one of my most favorite cousins.

God bless you always!!!

Holly

Re: Stories

SquishypuffDave — Fri, 14 Mar 2014 21:13:35 GMT

Author: SquishypuffDave

Posted: 03/15/2014 01:13

Jackwc wrote:

That was the best written post on BEA that I have ever read.

🫢

Thanks!

Re: Stories

Jackwc — Fri, 14 Mar 2014 15:50:04 GMT

Author: Jackwc

Posted: 03/14/2014 19:50

SquishypuffDave wrote:

When the universe died, I was formless. I had neither hands nor feet, no lungs with which to breathe. The silence was terrifying. It was like no silence I had ever known. In the face of this immense nothingness, my thoughts shrieked with humiliating volume. Confronted with the damning purity of the void but unable to commune with it, I felt my existence to be monstrous. I begged for time to cease but still it persisted, uncaring. With no body, I had no means by which to purge the nausea building within me. Seconds, minutes, aeons later, I tore apart, fragments of self scattered everywhere, carving out crude shapes against the holy darkness. I heard myself scurry across the mantle of a dawning earth, felt my claws dig into the loam, tasted the salt on my quivering tongue. Deeper still I dig, down into the churning bowels of this new earth, that I may someday drown out the awful silence.

That was the best written post on BEA that I have ever read.

Re: Stories

SquishypuffDave — Fri, 14 Mar 2014 13:02:13 GMT

Author: SquishypuffDave

Posted: 03/14/2014 17:02

When the universe died, I was formless. I had neither hands nor feet, no lungs with which to breathe. The silence was terrifying. It was like no silence I had ever known. In the face of this immense nothingness, my thoughts shrieked with humiliating volume. Confronted with the damning purity of the void but unable to commune with it, I felt my existence to be monstrous. I begged for time to cease but still it persisted, uncaring. With no body, I had no means by which to purge the nausea building within me. Seconds, minutes, aeons later, I tore apart, fragments of self scattered everywhere, carving out crude shapes against the holy darkness. I heard myself scurry across the mantle of a dawning earth, felt my claws dig into the loam, tasted the salt on my quivering tongue. Deeper still I dig, down into the churning bowels of this new earth, that I may someday drown out the awful silence.

Re: Stories

Defago — Mon, 10 Mar 2014 00:55:30 GMT

Author: Defago

Posted: 03/10/2014 04:55

SquishypuffDave wrote:

I was the last person on earth. The fire burned in the valley every night. Grey snow everywhere. When several months had passed, the isolation became maddening. I climbed to the roof of a tall building, cursed my body and jumped to my death. As I fell, I heard a phone ring.

Reminds me of a short story, can't remember the author.

The last man on earth sat alone on an empty room. Suddenly, there came a knock from the door.

Re: Stories

benpaco — Mon, 10 Mar 2014 00:21:18 GMT

Author: benpaco

Posted: 03/10/2014 04:21

SquishypuffDave wrote:

I once convinced my younger brother that we had an older brother named Ben, who was estranged from the family. I said that our parents didn't like to talk about it and would deny his existence if confronted. He then ran to our mum and asked her if Ben existed. She denied it, and my brother yelled "That's what he said you'd say!". The more she tried to convince him Ben didn't exist, the stronger his belief became.

Ben's mythology grew over time. I would talk about what he looked like; a bit like me but with brown eyes and curly hair. I would talk about what a great guy he was. When we had parties, I'd get family friends to talk about how it was a shame Ben couldn't be there. His absence haunted us. Every now and then it would get a bit weird. Once we went to get an immunization and the doctor misremembered my name as Ben. Ben later got his own Facebook page and a female friend began a romantic online relationship with him, which confused the hell out of her family. Nowadays we all joke about it, but a little part of me always wonders... Why does our house feel so empty without him?

I miss Ben.

I miss you too, brother.

Re: Stories

Jackwc — Mon, 10 Mar 2014 00:09:04 GMT

Author: Jackwc

Posted: 03/10/2014 04:09

Was this an entire thread an excuse to namedrop that you know Brian Aubert?

Re: Stories

SquishypuffDave — Sun, 9 Mar 2014 23:45:40 GMT

Author: SquishypuffDave

Posted: 03/10/2014 03:45

I once convinced my younger brother that we had an older brother named Ben, who was estranged from the family. I said that our parents didn't like to talk about it and would deny his existence if confronted. He then ran to our mum and asked her if Ben existed. She denied it, and my brother yelled "That's what he said you'd say!". The more she tried to convince him Ben didn't exist, the stronger his belief became.

Ben's mythology grew over time. I would talk about what he looked like; a bit like me but with brown eyes and curly hair. I would talk about what a great guy he was. When we had parties, I'd get family friends to talk about how it was a shame Ben couldn't be there. His absence haunted us. Every now and then it would get a bit weird. Once we went to get an immunization and the doctor misremembered my name as Ben. Ben later got his own Facebook page and a female friend began a romantic online relationship with him, which confused the hell out of her family. Nowadays we all joke about it, but a little part of me always wonders... Why does our house feel so empty without him?

I miss Ben.

Re: Stories

SquishypuffDave — Sun, 9 Mar 2014 22:58:37 GMT

Author: SquishypuffDave

Posted: 03/10/2014 02:58

I was the last person on earth. The fire burned in the valley every night. Grey snow everywhere. When several months had passed, the isolation became maddening. I climbed to the roof of a tall building, cursed my body and jumped to my death. As I fell, I heard a phone ring.

Re: Stories

Antonio-Pedro — Sun, 9 Mar 2014 19:59:26 GMT

Author: Antonio-Pedro

Posted: 03/09/2014 23:59

It wasn't a ghost? Just kidding... but seriously what do you think it was? (did something disappear from your house?)

I also have a story but i'm shy

Re: Stories

Anonymous — Sun, 9 Mar 2014 19:07:17 GMT

Author: Anonymous

Posted: 03/09/2014 23:07

Oddly, BrandonMeow's joke actually contained the truth. The bed in the place I was sleeping that time ran directly above to where the stairs began downstairs. 😄 So the stairs were actually directly under the bed.

Re: Stories

Antonio-Pedro — Sun, 9 Mar 2014 19:03:45 GMT

Author: Antonio-Pedro

Posted: 03/09/2014 23:03

BrandonMeow wrote:

Maybe he meant he heard something coming up the stairs in his closet, or the stairs under his bed. Duh.

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