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The stars dance across the sky as the young girl lies on the cool ground. She watches as they twinkle and shine. The moon is bright and big tonight and the sky clear. She loves it when it is like this. She can smell the wet moss and damp leaves all about her. Nights like this have always been her favorite, at least for as long as she can remember. As morning comes she rises with the sun. She doesn't really sleep but she doesn't seem to need too. She's never tired. She sits or lies in her favorite spot and watches the dark sky turn to a mix of orange and pink, then to a lovely bright blue, depending on the day.
Ten Interesting Curses From Around the World
The supernatural has always been a fascinating and entertaining topic all throughout time. From witchcraft to ghosts, from unreal creatures of the night to the living dead. One thing most cultural supernatural myths and backgrounds have in common is curses. The idea of being cursed by some supernatural being, item, or simple activity done at the wrong time, can be said to cause bad luck and horrible things to come your way. Usually, these horrible happenings come with a cure or ritual that can end the curse but the cursed may not make it long enough to find out what that cure is. Now, whether or not these curses are true or make believe, used to scare people into behaving, there are some truly creative and horrifically interesting curses that have occurred throughout the world. Here are some of the most interesting curses found across our planet’s darkest crevasses, to peak your spooky curiosities.
Is It Just Me
Do you ever have those days where you're not sad, you're not happy, you're not really anything. You don't feel any specific sort of way. You're just here. You're just existing. Except, you don't feel like you're existing. Nothing feels real but you are here. You are moving, working, driving, and breathing. But everything is just different today, distant, foggy.
Danger in His Eyes
I was lost in a maze. This was not your typical, grassy hedge maze or building full of winding corridors and staircases. This was like an outdoor fun house or circus type place. Maybe a family fun center type area that you take your kids to, with the ropes and different types of obstacle courses they can jump around and climb. I wandered through doorways and up hills, through tunnels and hatches. It was a very brightly, fun colored place on a bright, comfortable day. A lot of reds and yellows and neon greens all around.I would pass by the random person every now and then as they also made their way through the paths. I didn't feel scared but had a sense of concern and determination. I felt as though I needed to find something. I didn't know what exactly I was looking for but whatever it was, it felt important, so I continued to wander.
Storms are Brewing
I stand on the Viking era wooden ship next to the ship's Captain. We are docked at the nearest city port and everything is bustling around us. The rain starts up in a mist and it is quite cold out. I shiver in my everyday, modern t-shirt and jeans, standing next to this mountain of a man who was in warm Viking era furs and clothing. He is an older man, maybe in his 50s with a long, greying beard. I look at his large, tired frame as he grips his sword, blade down in front of him. He seems worried and tense as he looks down at the children in the water below. He says, in a calm but exhausted tone that he is ready to give up and that he knows it will all be over soon. I look around at the cloudy, rainy sky. The clouds are a dangerous blackish grey and the strangely shallow and choppy water below is rocking the ship slightly. I look behind us at the people on the docks who are also dressed in Middle Aged type clothing. They go about with their everyday routines not paying us any attention.
To Run or To Fly
Just another day, just another long drive to work. Here I am again on the same long, country road to the nearest large city so I can attempt to make a livable paycheck. The green fields, farms, and random homes pass me by. And the beautiful foggy silhouette of the mountains are in the distance ahead and beside me. Though this state has its many, many flaws, the scenery is fantastic. As I drive, my mind is drifting from this thought to that. A usual occurrence on my long drives to anywhere as I try to distract myself from the boredom of the journey. I am content and calm as the day's activities toss about my mind.
Where the Bears Roam
The sun rises over the mountains. A light fog settles upon the streets below. I sit on the balcony of my little motel room, watching the streets as they start to awaken and liven up with tourists. The cabin like buildings and brick and stone sidewalks that line the streets start to open up. Mountain rides, distilleries, shops with overpriced t-shirts and various other mountain themed souvenirs, as well as restaurants, and other fun attractions all getting ready for the day. It's such a fun and beautiful place that always fills me with wonder.
A calming peace falls over her. For the first time in a long time she doesn't feel stressed or anxious. It's almost a nostalgic feeling, if that makes any sense. A feeling she hasn't felt since she was young, since she didn't have to stress about the world and life. It is all still so very odd though. She has every reason to be afraid, every reason to panic and cry. She has every reason to be anxious and stressed. She has no idea why she is so suddenly at ease.
Once upon a time, there was a family. A mother, a father, a daughter, and two sons. They grew up in poverty, they were not well off. They lived in a big city but had very little to their name. Father was abusive, a very cruel man. He mistreated them but most of all their mother. He didn't stay in their lives to long, but in what time he was there he provided plenty of trauma. And mother, she was always there. She worked so very hard to provide for her kids and raise them right. They moved around a lot but she did everything she could for them with what she had. Though she regretted the life she had to give them, she loved them very much and was always there for them. Given the life they had and all the trauma they shared, it's crazy how they turned out so different as they grew their own branches and families. And it is amazing how poisoned some of the branches of a family tree can get.
Thriving Through the Struggle
Life is a funny thing. It is such a twisty, turning rollercoaster of emotions and experiences that are meant to shape who we are as people over time. Sometimes it breaks us and we fall so far from what we were expected to be. And it could show in many different ways. We end up in jail, homeless, or worse, we give it all up all together. We end it on our terms. But then other times, what was meant to break us, what was meant to completely destroy us, is used to build us into something... better? Grow us in some way, to be better people? I don't really know. Everyone is shaped differently by their own battles. Everyone handles their experiences differently. I can only explain things in the way I've experienced them. And how I've let it shape me.