Rosé Black's Stuff

 I'll never forget the time our school was attacked by a demon. It was during my 6th-grade year. My language arts teacher gave us an assignment. It was to write a five-page essay on what our favorite breakfast food was and present it in front of the class. Naturally, I chose Cinnamon Toast Crunch due to its superior flavor, texture, and milk flavoring capabilities. However, when I mentioned this to some of my other classmates I was met with hostility. I was challenged by none other Jim. He and I had a rivalry that began in second grade when I beat him in an intense 3rd generation Pokemon battle. "Cinnamon Toast Crunch is nothing compared to Peanut Butter Crunch," I heard him call out to me. He had insulted Cinnamon Toast Crunch's honor. That was something I could not allow. I stood up, slamming my hands on my desk in the process. "Please if I wanted peanut butter cereal I'd go with Reese's Puffs. It has chocolate in it and doesn't make the roof of you

 I am writing this for no particular reason other than my own amusement. Now, as the title of this post says I don’t need help. I am perfectly safe and sound. I’m comfortable typing all of this in my chair on my computer. I am not currently hidden inside a cabin and posting this from my phone as a means of reaching out to someone. I want to make it abundantly clear that I was not out on a walk last week and I was not kidnapped by three men in cultist robes. Seeing as how I was never kidnapped, I should add that I was not taken to a stone altar deep in the woods. Also, I did not witness several people get sacrificed on it by getting carved open with ceremonial daggers. There was no ritualistic chanting and the victims' blood did not drip onto a pattern of runes carved into the altar. Their blood did not seep into the altar as if it were a giant sponge. The runes did not begin to glow. The air never rippled in the slightest. No portal ever opened up. There was no monster that resembl

 Recently I had an experience that I feel the need to post here. I like taking long walks on nature trails. It was my first time in a long while being outside. Being a solitary person, I was looking forward to experiencing the outdoors by myself seeing as how not many people were out at that time. Whenever I go on this nature trail it's usually a pretty straightforward process. I walk on it for a couple hours, pass all the familiar landmarks, stop for a quick snack, and come back the way I came. Things went differently. I was about halfway done before it was time to head back. I was taking a quick water break at the halfway point landmark which is a mossy boulder. As I sipped my water I took notice of something I hadn't during my other trips. The trail branched off to my left from the boulder. Curious, I took a closer look at it. My initial thought was that it had been made recently. The problem with that was it seemed too organic to be done by chainsaws and other machinery. I

We all know that one person who gets upset when someone mentions the ending of a movie they haven’t seen or maybe even a game they haven’t played. Fred was this way. I remember one time when someone spoiled the ending of Sixth Sense for him. He flipped out and started cursing, claiming that he had only seen half of that movie and since it was spoiled there was no point in watching the rest of it. He could also be extremely petty when it came to spoilers. He would try to spoil the shows of those who spoiled things for him. Unfortunately for him, his interests and theirs would often intersect so this would usually backfire and make him end up spoiling himself. The last time I saw him was at our annual office holiday get-together on the 24th. He didn’t show up to work on the 26th. I found out the reason for this was that he got into a head-on collision that he did not survive. The empty beer bottles found in his car made it clear what he had been doing while driving. The other driver was

Does anyone know where I can get a new mattress for a low price? My new one has had...Complications. Let me start from the beginning. I’ve had my old mattress for over five years. ​ ​ It’s served me well but when I found several springs popping out one morning, I figured it was time to replace it. Mattress shopping was a complete nightmare. Why do they have to be so damn expensive? Anyway, last week I thought I’d finally found a replacement. ​ ​ I was driving back home from work when I had to stop at a red light. It happened to be the one next to my area’s thrift store. It occurred to me then that I hadn’t tried looking for one there. At first, I was hesitant considering covid and all that. However, I reasoned I could just sanitize it. ​ ​ With that in mind, I pulled into the parking lot. When I went inside, I found several mattresses near the front of the store. All of them were fortunately in my price range. Unfortunately, most of them were uncomfortable as hell. I wouldn’t be surpri

 It was the summer of my junior year when the events of this story took place. My brother and I were chilling at home, playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl when we heard a knock on our door. I answered it to see our older brother standing at our doorstep. "Ted!" I cried out. "Nice to see you, Brad. Is Harry here?" "Yeah, he and I are playing some Brawl. Care to join us?" Ted responded with a " Fuck yeah!". Then he stepped inside. While playing with him was fun, his faster reflexes and greater experience with the game meant he'd beat us eight out of ten times. Even when we tried to team up on him. We soon switched to other games. Pokemon XD Gale Of Darkness and Metroid Prime. But soon we grew bored. I figured we could pass the time by playing Yugioh or something. However, Ted suggested we should browse the deep web. "Isn't that dangerous?" I asked. "Yeah, Ted. We've heard stories about people going on there. Then having th