Why did I write "parent's" instead of "parents" whyyyyyyy?

Some employees working at the zoo at night, one of them can talk to animals and the person learns from the animals that one of the coworkers is planning a massacre tonight and she or he has to find evidence of the potential killer before it's too late.

"It cannot be," the knight cried out,
as all about began to shout.
For there stood she, kingdom's princess,
replete with crown and noble dress.
For had he known he'd not have dared,
To treat her as naught but a mare.

"It is true, but all is alright.
I blame you not, my dear sir knight."

"But," he cried, "I have searched so long
Hunting for a trace of your song.
Through the kingdom's valleys and hills,
past fields of grain and lumber mills.
In caves deep and mountains not,
places distant and long forgot."

"All to find the princess, thought gone,
had been beside me all along."

"I have done you a disservice.
Pray forgive me, my dear highness.
Take my head and my title too,
All that would make it up to you
I deserve not my knightly name,
my actions here bring me great shame."

He fell to his knees, hands a-quiver,
wracked with guilt over his failure.

"Your diligence is becoming,
your concern is truly touching.
But sir knight, you must understand,
how it was I received my curse.
I was locked in my father's keep,
Trapped, captive, and could only weep."

"In my desperation I swore,
I would pay any price, and more."

"If only I could flee my cage.
I screamed out loud, my mind enraged,
My heart knew naught but wanderlust.
To see the world, and not just dust.
I yearned to see the world out there,
for lush green forests and fresh air."

"The next morning, when I awoke,
Why, I just about had a stroke."

Some strange power had heard my plea,
and chose to play a trick on me.
My hands were gone, as was my hair,
Somehow, I had become a mare.
But before I could feel despair,
You arrived, answer to my prayer.

"My dashing knight, clad in armour,
Even then, you were a charmer."

"You chose me, of all in stable,
Since then, I have lived a fable.
Through the kingdom's valleys and hills,
past fields of grain and lumber mills.
In caves deep and mountains not,
places distant and long forgot."

"You have treated me with respect,
and helped, where you could, my subjects."

"You have righted wrongs, stopped evil,
always with a smile to people.
And though I fear I'm being vain,
always found time to brush my mane.
So, sir knight, for my forgiveness,
I ask one thing as recompense."

Please take me on your next quest.

Everybody knows that no one who is smart, stable, and successful smokes. When you see someone smoking you automatically know that they are struggling. Smokers are not stable in their life. Smokers are not happy in their life. Smoking is self destructive and only appeals to people who cannot comprehend how to cope with life otherwise. Smoking is a huge red flag. People who smoke are undesirable to those who do not. People who smoke are inconsiderate of others as that toxic poison pollutes the air and the streets causing harm to the innocent humans and animals and fish. Smoking is something that people do because at some point they were weak enough to try, despite knowing how horrible and unbeneficial it is, and now they are too weak to stop. Smoking exposes weaknesses. Smoking displays a lack of control over one's own life. Choosing to pay money to those companies is choosing to fund the world's greatest evils. People may not always be honest enough to say it out loud but most people who do not smoke have absolutely have no respect for those who do.

You've clearly never met a cassowary 😂😂🥲😥

Bravo 👏. I loved it

Context because this was ripped word for word from here

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The Dwarven warrior raised an eyebrow over his pint at that statement "Think me hearing must be goin'. Yer tellin' me ya not just some leaf lover, elf?"

My sharp ears twitch in annoyance, we have been at this the whole day. I turn a pleading look to our human companion for help who simply responds with an amused expression, seems like this will be the whole conversation tonight.

"No more then you are a simple rock biter, dwarf. Let me try and simplify it for you. The forest speaks to me and I listen be it animal, plant or the land itself. I'm sure your kind has something similar with your mountains and stones."

The dwarf takes another sip ready to a biting comment but I interject again.

"Sometimes things get alittle out of balance, the wolves have a good breeding season and so hunt more, which means less deer, so the plants grow more which grows the forest and that effects the magic of the land and thats a WHOLE other issue."

I take a swig of my drink befor continue, the dwarf and human glancing at each.

"THEN I have to deal with the plants and count yourself lucky mayflies that you can't hear them because they are very petty. Smaller plants demanding the cutting of a tree blocking its sun. Trees complaining their neighbours leaves are touching them or the vines are too tight. Pruning them down to keep the magic in balance while they try to make a case that it's TOTALLY fine to let it run wild is about the only good part of it next to dealing with poachers!"

I pause for a moment and notice the pair of them are staring at me. A realisation that I had been shouting and might have let slip my frustrations causes me to Bury my head in my hands in embarrassment.

The human speaks up first "You err... you good?"

I simply nod still hiding my face. The dwarf speaks next. "A'ight I can see yer point there. So what do you do with poachers?"

I look up from my hands and smile a wide toothy grin. Slowly my teeth turn to fangs, hands to claws and eyes change to slits.

"That's when I let off some steam..."

No the angel is disguised as a pigeon. Its clearly there to interrupt the date.

My pet rams into the boat, smashing it into pieces before swallowing them all. Within minutes the sea is clear again, the wreckage sunk to the bottom and not even a drop of blood to dirty the waters. Some may call my methods cruel, but frankly I think a quick death is better than the slow drowning the others usually subject them to. I kiss her for a job well done and she nuzzled against me before we left.

We swim back down, passing the others while they scavenge the boat's remains for anything worthwhile, some of them looking at me bewildered. I wait till I've left them far behind before I allow myself a bit of a smug smile.

It's funny to think how they called me a disgrace of a mermaid, not only was my singing horrible, but I was doing it ON PURPOSE too! I can tell some of them have already caught on at this point, but their pride won't let them screech the way I do.

The sailors aren't stupid. We've coexisted for thousands of years now, and they know our ways far too well. Of course sticking to the same old methods isn't going to work anymore. I watched them since I was a child, they'd simply pass on perfectly content to hear the melody from afar, sometimes they'd even condescendingly ask for an encore.

Then one day I stumbled upon the book "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" and the "Vogons" in the book gave me an idea... Everyone can ignore a sweet melody, especially after hearing it so many times, but few can ignore a sound so horrible it makes your ears bleed, and now I think I've set a new record.

But I'm not so arrogant to think my methods are fool proof. They'll probably just get something to plug their ears for a few minutes from now on and that'll be the end of it. I can only screech for so long before my throat hurts.

Some of my sisters have completely given up on our little world at this point, considering our way of living archaic and barbaric. I heard one screaming "Even the orcs have joined civilization at this point and if you ask me, they're better for it! While they created flying boats, we barely managed to grasp reading and writing! THAT'S AN EMBARRASSMENT! Not Lydia actually trying something new and SUCCEEDING at it too!" before she left us about a year ago. I wonder how she's doing...

Some say I'm proof that she was wrong, that we'll go back to our glory days if we try experimenting, but I disagree. Our way of living has long since become completely inefficient and dangerous, especially now that the prey can fight back to the point we have to make sure they're unarmed before we do anything.

The united world has already given us the offer to join it and some of our sisters have even come back on a vacation to visit their old homes before going back again. They're clearly much happier with their new life then they ever were in this abyss...

I plan to stick around for another year or so until I find out how I can bring my sweet pet with me and I'll be gone soon after. I'll miss this place, but I still have quite a long life ahead of me and I plan to spend it exploring the world's land and oceans until I find a new place to call home. Who knows I might even meet with some of my sisters along the way.

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A person moves into a house with an old doll after the former owners die. The doll keeps moving leading to the person thinking the doll is possessed. The doll is not possessed, but the truth is far more horrifying.

The angel is the horror's date, right?

Right?

Not being able to pass a project within the deadline.

Wow! Beautiful and dark.

Honestly, this is marvellous. Thanks!

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The news said everything would be fine.

Most of my friends were being encouraged to still go into work.

We'd had a much worse hurricane just the month before.

So why, just why, was Waffle House closed?

It must've meant something bad was coming. Something terrible. Waffle House stay open through anything - I've seen those doors wide open in far worse conditions. If there are patrons around, they will sell to them, no questions asked. It's how things have always been.

At that moment, I knew only 2 things:

1. I had to get out of there.

2. I needed to get to the bottom of this.

So, I did what any sane person would. I tracked down the manager of my local Waffle House and went straight to his home address.

He lived about a 10-minute drive away, in the next town over. There were still many other cars on the road at this time. All that kept racing through my head was why Waffle House would be closed. The hurricane wasn't for another few hours - If drivers could be out, Waffle House could stay open! In fact, I don't think I had ever seen them closed before this. Do their doors even have locks?

I pulled up at the house. There was already a car in the driveway, so I just pulled up on the sidewalk.

I got out of my car and walked up to the door. I knocked. 3 stern, demanding knocks.

Not a movement inside.

This was definitely the right house. So I knocked again. 3 sterner, even more demanding knocks.

Still nothing.

I walked up to the window and peered in. A chair was knocked over, breakfast was getting cold on the table... I could see the kitchen through an open door at the back of the room - The sink was overflowing with water, and the faucet left on.

I walked slowly back to my car. What could have made everyone leave so fast? And without their car?

I sat down, defeated. I had come for answers, but only collected more questions. To clear my head, I turned the radio on, and what blasted out of the speakers is etched in my mind.

"Breaking News: All 2,100 Waffle Houses have decided to close today."

The only words I could muster up were "My god..."

The first thought I had was, well, wow, that's a lot of locations. Is there really that many? That seems like a lot.

But then my second thought was about how dire this must be. ALL Waffle Houses?? Whatever was going on was not a localised problem - This was national, maybe even global.

That's when I spotted a black car with tinted windows at the end of the road. I decided to follow them, in hopes that I had just caught the family as they left the house.

I saw them disappear around the corner and immediately started driving. No other cars were around at the time, so I knew I had to be discreet, as my presence would be obvious. But when I turned the corner, there the car was. Just stopped in the middle of the road, as if waiting for me.

I slowed down to a stop, and their back left door opened. A man in a suit stepped out - As soon as his face was visible, I recognised him. This was the manager I had been looking for.

I felt my stomach drop a little as he approached the driver's seat window, and waited for me to roll it down. He peered at me through the glass with calculating eyes, as if he already knew me.

I rolled down the window.

He spoke up, "You're wondering how I knew you'd follow me, aren't you Jeremy?"

I probably looked terrified at this point. I felt myself go pale, but tried to keep my composure. "You know my name?"

"I know a lot of things, your name is just one. But you should probably leave, Jeremy. Things aren't safe in most of America."

He began to walk away. But as soon as I opened my mouth to talk, he stopped. Not a sound had left my lips yet, but somehow, without even so much as glancing back at me, he knew I was about to speak.

"Not safe? What do you mean?"

He stood for a moment, as if he was thinking. I'm not entirely sure why, as he seemed to know everything that was going to happen up to this point. But then he spoke without looking at me.

"As a manager of a Waffle House, I'm granted special knowledge every morning. I'm told what will happen throughout my day. Not tomorrow, not next week, every morning I am only informed about the current day."

He turned back at me now, and continued. "I'm told how safe my restaurant will be, how safe my staff will be, and how safe my family will be. I don't know who tells me these things, no manager does. We just know it's always through a phone call, and it's always correct."

I caught my breath, not even realising it had sped up, and replied, "And your family isn't safe today?"

"They are not. And it sounds like no family is."

"What's causing it? What's going to happen?"

He looked a little scared, maybe sad. He had a way of hiding his emotions behind his cold, serious tone.

"I've told you everything I know. I also know that this is the end of this conversation, and that's the last question you ask me today. Goodbye."

He was right. I was speechless, and hardly moved a muscle as he walked back to the car, got in, and was driven off.

I contacted my friends and family and told them we had to go to Europe, right now. I explained everything I could, but they all thought I sounded insane. They mostly told me I wasn't thinking straight.

That's when the news interrupted all broadcasts. All planes were cancelled due to a large solar flare, the largest ever recorded, estimated to hit somewhere in Northern America later that day.

They urged the listeners not to panic, and that it was only precautionary.

But I knew better.

If somebody translated this into Greek and rearranged the words a little to make it more poetic-feeling, I legit might be unable to tell where and when this story was written. Amazing.

A superhero taking down a gang of human traffickers. Describe it in a way as if it was a horror movie monster stalking it's victims.

> the voice of the old-fire

> Take it, and burn them all

Great Old One Warlock backstory

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It's a restaurant chain across southern USA. FEMA uses a scale called "Waffle House Index" to know how much damage a hurricane has caused to an area.

Waffle House Index has 3 categories, Green(normal), Yellow (limited menu) and Red(closed).

A new Coronavirus, Covid-22, so to speak, that spreads like Omicron but is deadly in 90% of the cases.