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08/22/2020 01:18 PM  I need help! So I was creating a thing for selling my art, which unfortunaltly I can only take cash right now, so sorry you can't buy anything yet. Could you help me see if the prices are too much! This is mostly for school: I sell art: If you want a traditional drawing (that's on paper 😑)- $5.00 If you want a digital drawing- $8.00 (the reason this is more expensive is bc it takes forever to create something online right now.) stickers: Custom made- $2.00   Premade- $1.50 Drawings: Drawings are priced by size(each one of these is an example of a size, not what I use to draw.)- index card (they usually come in like 3x5 or so.)- $5.00 printer paper (which is like 22x28 I think)- $10.00 Poster (I can go to 1 ft squared)- $15.00 Custom (any size you desire, it can be anything, but try not to get too big.)- $20.00 Create your own character/ OC: (so I draw a character you create, or if you want I draw an OC of your's.) I need you to answer these questions so that I can draw them: gender, LGBTQ?, what do they wear, hair style and color, piercings and tattoos?, Pose, body type, Eye color, Acessories? (glasses, freckles, etc.), and the colors of the outfit. drawing itself: $5.00 Bust: + $3.00 Waist: +$4.00 Full body: + $5.00 Painted Rocks: (I can either paint a rock you give me, or I add an extra fee to get a rock to paint.) All you need to do is send me either a stock image, or a rough sketch of what you want. bring in a rock: $5.00 to buy the rock: + $3.00 *If, for some reason you dislike your drawing in any way, you can get a full refund. BUT this does not mean that if you change the colors in the middle of me making it, you can say you didn't like the color. That's just stupid !                                                          -The Young Cultist  0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:12 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 6: Liam came into the room two short hours later. "I made you guys a better, safer room." He told us. He then tied our hands and led us out of the room. Our old room was located down a long narrow hallway. There were rooms through the hallway. Some had no noises, and others had screams and even crying coming from them. Our new room was definitely better and safer. It had blue colored walls, two queen sized beds, a desk, and a dresser. There was a separate room for the bathroom. On the dresser where two fancy dresses. He led us inside and closed the door behind him. He untied us and when untying me, his hands lingered on mine. "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to get lost." He smiled at me and pointed at the dresses. "You will wear these in two days. There will be a special banquet." I picked up the first dress. It was a black A-line, illusion topped dress. The other was a pink version of the same thing. "what size are you guys. I want to make sure that they fit." I looked at the tag, a medium. "This one will fit me." I told him. He smiled. Carroll checked the tag, she frowned. "This one is too big for me. I need a small." Liam nodded, and took the dress from her. "I'll be right back with the correct size, then You need to try them on." He left and closed the door behind him. Carroll gave me a weird look. "What?" I asked putting the dress down. "What do you think this banquet is for? Do you think they're celebrating capturing us?" She asked. What was this banquet for? "I don't know, but we have to find a way to escape before then."   0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:11 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 5: I grab the phone and dial 911. The phone rings, once... twice... three times... "Hello, what's your emergency?" A woman answers. I feel a rush of hope. "We need help. He captured us, we're trapped. Please." There is a long pause. "Hello? Is anyone there?" why couldn't she hear me? "Please, you need to..." The phone cuts out. "No. No, no, no. Please god." I give the phone back to Carroll. I'll just have to figure something else out. The nail, what could I use that for? Carroll places her hand on my shoulder. "We'll get out of here. I promise." At least she was hopeful. 0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:10 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 4: I poke my fingers out the hole. Yesterday, I found a nail outside the hole. I find the nail, it is bent slightly so it is facing me. I grab it with my thumb and pointer finger. I start to pull, it wiggles and a feel a stinging pain. I cover my mouth as I bring my fingers back from the hole. The skin on my pointer finger is gone, exposing red muscle covered in blood. My hand shakes as I rip a piece of my shirt and tie it around the wound. Once the wound is covered, I put my hand over my mouth again and begin to cry. I can hear footsteps come to my small room. I wipe my eyes and cover the hole again. The door opens and Liam (the boy) comes inside. He has a girl in his arms. He sets her down and comes closer to me. I try to hide my finger, but he grabs my wrist. "My dear, what happened, did the walls cut you? I'll get you a better room in a little bit." I nod and he smiles. "Oh, yes. This is Carroll, she's your new companion. I didn't want you to be lonely." The girl is fast asleep on the floor. He leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll address your wound in a short while." He stands up and leaves me with Carroll. THREE DAYS LATER: Carroll finally wakes up. I watch her as she tries the door once. "It's locked." I tell her. She doesn't listen, and continues to try the door. I shake my head and try again for the nail outside. The past three days, I've been able to free it a little bit. "Today is the day, it will finally come all the way loose." I think to myself. I grab the nail once again and tug. It comes out and I bring it back into the room. Carroll sits and cries in the corner. I walk up to her. "Hey, do you have anything on you?" She looks up at me and nods. "I have a phone, he didn't take it."   0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:09 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 3: Present day The memory of that day circles through my head. I can still remember all of what happened. My phone in my hands taunts me. The battery long dead, I was so close to getting out of here. "We just have to hope that someone is looking for me." I tell myself. I go back to the hole. I look through it and see a fence right outside. I can hear footsteps coming to the door. I quickly hide my phone in my secret pocket, and place my coat on the floor, so that it hides the hole. The door opens and the boy comes inside. He has a smile on his face and has a tray in his hand. He places the tray on the ground, there is food on that tray, and walks closer to me. I flinch as he grabs my hair in his hand gently. He strokes my face. "You are so pretty, did you know that?" He whispers in my ear. My hands shake as I nod. He pats my on the head and stands up. "Eat up. I don't want my favorite girl to go to waste. You seem lonely, I'll give you a friend." He blows me a kiss before closing the door behind him. 0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:08 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 2: Two weeks earlier. I smell the fresh baked pastries as I walk home from school. The store clerk nods at me as I pass. I smile and wave. These long summer days fill me with a sense of hope. Hope that I will finally be free of school, well I won't have to wait that long. I have 2 short weeks until school end this year, then I have just one year left. I walk along a secluded road to get home. There are rarely any people on this road, so I take out my phone and begin to read. I can hear a car come up behind me, but it shouldn't stop. People on this road don't really like to talk to others. I hear the car running, but it never passes me. It shouldn't stop for me, it should just go past, maybe the driver is looking for something. I hear the driver door open. Maybe the driver dropped something and is going to get it. I decide that I should help them, you know be nice. I put my phone in a secret pocket in my coat and tun around.The driver, a boy about my age with dark hair, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, stands just feet away. He's checking the back of his car. Maybe he already found what he was searching for. To be sure I walk up to him. "Hello, sir. May I help you?" He turns to look at me. He stares at me for a while, then without another word goes back to what he was doing. Maybe I was annoying him. I should go. I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm. I try to get him off of me, but he covers my mouth with a rag. The smell is so bad. I begin to fade away. I feel the darkness surround me and I welcome it. My limbs go limp and I black out.   0 Comments

08/10/2020 08:05 PM  "Things Don't Always go According to Plan." CHAPTER 1: the lights make buzzing noises overhead, the only sound that is heard over the sounds of my heart beating. I breath out a sigh as I try the door once again. Locked, just like the other 200 times I've tried. I can feel tears in my eyes now, but blink them away. "I will get out of here!" I tell my self. I almost believe it, until I look around the small, white room. The walls are bare except for the red stains that trickle down to the floor. I spot something shinning from the corner of my eye. I walk to a corner, there's a hole in the wall. It's just big enough for me to place two fingers through. It's not a lot, but I feel a great swell of hope. This could be my only reach to the outside world. 0 Comments

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05/02/2020 09:31 PM  A ghost story   This is a fake story, but there are some things that have actually happened to me, such as the choking in my bed, feeling watched, and stuff moving in my room. As well as the aches and pains, headaches, and the touching. I have never touched a ouija board, especially not after what happened to my dad. In fact I don't even remember what I did to get this "spirit" to attach itself to me. I didn't go to a cemetery, but when I did I was respectful. I never did any of those creepy games. I am not a religious person. In fact I never really leave the house, unless for school. But lately I've stayed at home. Sorry that this is a little long, but I wanted to share my experience, while also adding a few details to make it interesting. I feel like I'm being attacked. About a year ago, I was listening to one of your stories with one of my friends during lunch. I don't really remember which one it was, but I remember that it creeped me out and I was excited for the next one. My friend had to throw out her trash, and left me there. A kid from a class above me came over to me and asked if I wanted to play a game. I asked what game, and she told me that it was a scary game. I remembered what you said about ouija boards, and that you would never try one. I was thinking about creepy games that I knew of, but couldn't find out which one she might be talking about. I reluctantly said yes, wondering if I might regret it. I would find out in a few days that I would. It turns out that the game we were playing was in fact a ouija board. I sat next to the girls, they put their hands on the planchette. I didn't and the other girls looked at me. "Aren't you gonna play, you're not scared, are you?" one girl asked. I love horror, so being scared doesn't really happen anymore. I sighed and touched the planchette. One girl asked the board if there was a ghost. The planchette moved to the word yes. The girls looked at each other, making sure if one of them wasn't the cause of the movement. The next girl asked if the spirit was good. the board answered by going from "M" to "A" to "Y" to "B" to "E". "Maybe? What does that mean?" one of the girls asked. The planchette didn't answer, in fact three girls asked questions and the planchette didn't move. The girls looked at me, which meant that it was my turn to ask a question. I decided to ask a simple question. I knew not to ask how you die, what their name is, or to show them to you. I've watched all the movies and read all the books. I thought for a moment, not knowing what to ask. I decided to ask what the afterlife was like. The planchette suddenly flung out from our hands and hit a nearby bookshelf. The girls screamed and tried to leave. I knew we had to end the game the right way, we have to say goodbye. I grabbed the leader's arm. She turned and looked at me. Knowing what I was going to say, so she called all the girls back, and I got the planchette. I set it on the board and we put a hand on the planchette. We all said goodbye as we moved the planchette towards the word. After that the girls quickly left and I was alone with the board. I picked it up and set it on a nearby table. The girl who owned it later took it home with her. The whole day I got chills down my spine, I felt like someone was watching me. When I would turn around to see who was watching me, there would be no one there. That night I went to sleep. I didn't dream, I mean I don't really dream anyways. At some point in the night, I could feel two rough, definitely manly hands, wrap around my throat. I felt like all the air from my lungs had been sucked out. I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. The hands were still there and I fell off my bed, I began to crawl to the door, hoping to get someone, anyone's attention. I opened the door and suddenly the hands were gone, I could breathe again. I sat there on the floor in the dark, gasping for air, taking huge gulps, while trying to figure out what happened. I decided that I wasn't going to sleep anymore that night. The next day I was brushing my hair. My dad yelled at the bottom of the stairs that he needed help with the groceries. "Coming!" I yelled back. I set my brush down on my dresser. I helped him with the groceries, and went back upstairs. I went for my brush, but found that it was no longer on my dresser, in fact it was no longer in my room, which I found out after 10 minutes of searching. My sister probably took it, again, I rolled my eyes and went over to her room. I knocked and she answered with a snarky, "What?" I calmed myself down so I didn't start an unnecessary fight. "Did you take my brush? I was still using it." She looked at me. "No, It's not my fault you lose your stuff." She then closed the door in my face. I looked all over the house, but couldn't find my brush. I told my dad and we went to the store to get me another one. When I came home, I went to my room and placed the brush on my dresser. When I went into my closet to put my shoes away, I saw my brush, the one I lost, on the floor. I picked it up, there was hair that didn't belong to anyone in our family. It was long and black. I took the hair out of the brush and threw it away. Putting my brush with my new one in the process. Two days later we were at school. I asked the girls who played the Ouija board with me, if they had any weird experiences. All of them said no.  The days went on and although I've never been choked in my sleep anymore, I still, even writing this, feel like there is someone behind my watching and smiling, but there is never anyone there. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a walk, alone, because no one would go with me. I went walking down our neighborhood. Which all of my neighbors are part of the cult called Ramptha. I don't know much about it, and neither does google, But all my neighbors are very creepy. I felt like someone was walking behind me. So I turned around, and of course no one was there. I turned around and sighed. I will be honest I have never been more scared than at this moment. Because when I sighed, I could feel a hand, the same hand from the night I was choked, resting on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see if someone was there. No one was there. And as I turned, the hand vanished. It did not lift like a person's hand would, but simply was there, then wasn't. That was not the only time I was touched. I get poked in the shoulder when I sleep, I feel like someone is holding my waist, or resting their hands on my shoulders. All while no one is there. I once even felt like someone touched my cheek, I'm still not sure if it was a kiss or something else, and believe me I don't want a ghost for a boyfriend. And just writing this That is not all. I also have a very hard time sleeping. I always feel like somebody's watching me. I get constant headaches, and aches in my body. As if someone is clutching onto me tightly. One day I even felt like someone punched my stomach. Now I know there are explainable reasons for this happening. But I always take care of my body, there is no way for me to have a headache every day, or feeling like I'm going to puke constantly. I'm also getting sick more often. I don't know why this is happening to me. But I hope that people can hear this and just understand what I'm going through.   0 Comments

04/24/2020 02:18 PM  Injuries: Current mood:  accomplished I am a clutz, that is the short and bittersweet way of saying it. I think most people can agree with me that everyone gets injuries, unless you are like I don’t know, some other worldly being. I got the usual scraped knee, bruised cheek, but I also got a lot of weird things, like a rock thrown on my head, ramming into a tree-funny story actually, falling from a ladder, twice, falling from a tree, and getting my finger smacked by a mouse trap.  I have a lot to talk about here, so let’s get right into it by talking about the rock. I was about maybe 8-10 years old when this happened. I remember that me and my siblings were playing and were throwing pinecones at each other, things you do when you are in the woods with no wifi. So I don’t know how or why, but my youngest brother picks up a rock, no, not a small rock the size of a baseball,l but a rock maybe the size of a small pot. This is very hard to do since we are 5 years apart in age. So, like I said I don’t know how he did this. I was sitting on the ground at the time, so I had to stand up when he DROPPED IT ON MY HEAD!! I remember feeling queasy and tired. I somehow walked inside our trailer and the next thing I remember I was in the shower cleaning off the blood. I had a scab for the whole summer.  So, ramming into a tree. Maybe not the brightest decision in my life. It still makes me laugh, even as I’m writing this I can’t stop laughing. At the time I was on my bike. And this is like maybe a year after the rock incident. So our driveway is super steep! You have to do a sharp 90 degree turn, or else you run into a ditch in front of a tree. You guessed it, I ran into that tree. So I was on my bike, about to turn, when I noticed I wouldn’t turn in time, so instead of doing the smart thing of pushing on the brakes, I decided that I was going to put my feet down. Well I did not get the trajectory correct and missed the ground, so I stepped on the pedal and made it go faster. So yeah, I ran into the ditch and hit the tree. Maybe I should really think before I act.  So you’d think that after the tree thing, I would think more, but no. In this story I don’t remember what age I was, I know I was still young. So this was when we had a jungle gym. I liked to go on the swings, and there are two swings with a swingin bar in the middle. I was too short to sit on the bar, so you know what I did, I got a bucket to stand on. Like any normal person would. So I was standing on the bucket, when it slid out from under me. I ended up scrapping both knee caps. They were all bloody and it hurt a lot.  So I actually fell from a ladder TWICE! They were both on the same ladder too. The first time was when I was little and the other time was recent. So the first time I was climbing the ladder, and this ladder is like one of those lean ladders, you know the kind that only have one side and you have to lean them against something. So this ladder was the only way to get up to my room. I was climbing it for the first time and didn’t even realise that the ladder started to lean backwards, so I fell without even realising what was going on until I was on the ground. The second time was when I was putting things in my room and these were heavy boxes, but I told everyone I was going to do it. I got all the boxes up with no difficulty, but when I was going down the ladder started to do the same thing as the first time. This time I was aware of what was going on, so I tried to grab the floor of my room, but it was too slick, and on the ground I was. On the way I hit a table and my arm felt super tingly. I will never forget that. You know the weird thing is that I did not break anything. Okay, so falling from a tree wasn’t that bad but I ALMOST fell from a higher tree. We were climbing a tree, because why not, and there was this super big tree, we decided to climb it and at the top, I lost my balance and started to fall towards the ground. Now I’m not sure if I would have died falling that far or not, but it sure seemed that way from where I was. I quickly grabbed a branch and stabilized myself. I got down and never climbed that tree again, Just kidding I climbed it three more times, not falling once.The tree that I actually fell off was a sort of small tree, maybe only 10 feet off the ground. I was, again, at the top and again I slipped. I fell to the ground on a pile of dead leaves, and was okay. Nothing broken, just a bruise on my waist the size of three baseballs. The mousetrap accident was only about a year or two ago, so I still have the mark. I was feeding goats. And we keep their food in a shed, where there are a lot of rats and mice. They like to eat the food, so we put the high power traps, you know the type that can cut a rats head off. So I had to move a trap on top of the food container, you know how this is going to go, I touched the trigger and it snapped on my finger. The weird thing is that there was no blood, no broken bone, just a bump, that still won’t go away.  I know I didn’t mention this earlier, but writing this reminded me of this, just  at the beginning of the school year, September 2019, I was playing flag football and a kid that really annoyed me had the ball, I ran up and was going to get his flag, when he lowered his arm and elbowed me right in the eye. I had a black eye for the first whole week of school. In high school they take school pictures on the first Friday, so on that day I just put the hair in my face to cover the bruise. I still have the photo.  So that was all of my important, or major injuries. I have never broken a bone, and I think that is kind of strange. What are some funny or memorable injuries that you’ve gotten? Please let my know!     0 Comments

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