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I want to build a giant maze and kidnap people and put them in there. there's no minotaur it's just me yelling really loud
While completing a project for school, Becca Grey finds a distinct pattern in the lives of the women of her family tree. Since the 1730's in every generation, the second daughter of the first daughter has never lived a day past eighteen. Her family has called it the 'Tilly Curse' after it's first known victim. Her cousin Elisabeth, who is just five at the time, is next in line to suffer the same fate. Becca is determined to find the answer. In the years ahead she must hone her skills to try and defeat something beyond reasoning.
Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/Hopscotch-David-Sherwood-ebook/dp/B00SN91HF2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1489470402&sr=8-2&keywords=david+w+sherwood
Smashwords
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/501802
You’re part of a community that lives on an island, no other land mass is in sight. When a crime is committed, the person responsible has to ‘go find more land’ to redeem their honor. No one has yet to return. You’ve just been caught stealing.
So... statistically speaking cats are tiiny criminals that provide illegal but effective therapy ?
Rapist Brock Turner gets off with just a slap on the wrist? WTF???
Unfortunately, this is all the result of sexism/rape culture/white male privilege/patriarchy/university politics/legal system corruption. Am I forgetting something? There are no words to express my rage about this situation. My thoughts are with the woman who fell victim to this disgusting, lowest of the low scumbag. She has showed incredible strength and courage and I wish her from the bottom of my heart a peaceful and fulfilling life. As for him, the legal system doesn’t want to punish him as it should so I hope that AT THE VERY LEAST the rest of his life will be a living hell. AS IT SHOULD BE. Turner’s dad…another pathetic excuse of a human being. Your son is so stressed he can’t eat? TOUGH LUCK. His life will never be the same? TOO FUCKING BAD. That’s what happens or rather, SHOULD happen when you rape someone. Why the FUCK should anyone care about whether a rapist’s life will be ruined or not? MAYBE WE SHOULD ASK THE ACTUAL VICTIM OF THIS CRIME ABOUT HOW HER LIFE HAS CHANGED AND SEE WHAT SHE HAS TO SAY. MAYBE WE SHOULD STOP HAVING COMPASSION FOR THE RAPIST INSTEAD OF THE VICTIM. And seriously, the part were he talks about his son “educating” people is beyond manipulative, patronising and minimizing. So, you fancy your son educating people huh? On what, exactly? The pitfalls of alcohol and promiscuity? Just…talk about victim-blaming and derailing from the fact that your son is a sex offender…Which brings us to: “20 minutes of action”. This is one of the most insulting, offensive, dehumanizing things I have ever read in my entire life. I can’t believe that he reduced a mentally and physically painful and traumatic situation to the amount of time it lasted. BTW, shooting someone takes one second, not that this is relevant in any way - I’m just sayin’. As for him calling the rape “action”…I can only hope he and his son get what they deserve, somehow. It doesn’t matter if a man has been a saint all his life, it doesn’t matter if he has never raped someone before, it doesn’t matter if he won’t be able to handle prison. You do the crime, you do the time. The DESERVING time. No leniency, no pandering, no bending over backwards to accommodate YET ANOTHER male. Let’s show empathy and care to the victim, not the rapist.
Respectfully, Korea is worrying about the wrong ppl sometimes. Everytime a sexual crime had been done over there, they get a slap on the wrist n all is forgotten but driving drunk on the SIDEWALK n falling off a scooter? BLASPHEMY!! GIVE HIM THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!! 🗣🗣‼️
So unsurprising that cops can get away with their involvement in sex crimes, but someone falling over drunk on a parked electric kick scooter is a big deal
let's not forget a certain someone is talking about opening another club after being in prison for sex crimes and no one gives a fuck
sorry to compare apples to oranges but be so for real
Aftermath || Maknaeline FF - |Tᕼᖇᗴᗴ| (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1017750175-aftermath-maknaeline-ff-t%E1%95%BC%E1%96%87%E1%97%B4%E1%97%B4?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=listenboixx&wp_originator=WV9ZZbb4yw3PfafLoyq8ydTjSIMtmt9sdjs%2FNiO%2FthwkZe%2FTvEdBdF%2BvJuxhVDo1RezGcEJYezncO5wCvS4jeoSpS59wNmSrewZlY9bSPIp9PBX0dztS%2BMS3CZo3wZQc At first it was just the four of you. But in the end, you wanted out. And now? They're back. Started 1/28/2021 Highest rank 🏆52 of 1.65k #possesion 2/4/21 🏆83 of 1.55k #taehyungxreader 2/4/21 🏆135 of 1.55k #jungkookxreader 2/4/21 🏆65 of 1.12k #taehyungfanfic 2/4/21 🏆109 of 1.37k #jiminfanfic 2/4/21
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At first it was just the four of you. But in the end, you wanted out. And now? They're back. Started 1/28/2021 Highest rank 🏆52 of 1.65k #possesion 2/4/21 🏆83 of 1.55k #taehyungxreader 2/4/21 🏆116 of 1.55k #jungkookxreader 2/11/21 🏆65 of 1.12k #taehyungfanfic 2/4/21 🏆109 of 1.37k #jiminfanfic 2/4/21
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theory time pt.2
observation: my mom is a pharmacist, and is a professional drug dealer.
observation: my dad, a doctor, stabs people back to life.
conclusion: my parents run a crime syndicate with the rest of the hospital. thoughts???
ZeroZaki's Humanity test passes with flying colors
One day an average high school student finds out she has latent homicidal tendencies and is adopted into a family of killers by a tall man in white attire and long black hair. Zerozaki’s humanity test is a manga adaptation of a light novel of the same name by prolific author NISIOISIN. I generally have a love-hate relationship with his works for their boring drawn out dialogue and anticlimactic resolutions. This manga however was a short and delightful read from start to finish. It's important to note that this is actually a spinoff from the Zaregoto novel series and as such features a few returning characters.
To elaborate on the plot, the main character Iori gets her life turned upside down after being targeted by an enemy of the zerozaki family. Her friends and family are killed by Soushiki after they were permanently brainwashed by Naguma Sawarabi and only has soushiki zerozaki to turn to. The man in question is in search to find his elusive serial killer brother Hitoshiki Zerozaki. Naguma on the other hand wants revenge for his sister who was killed by Hitoshiki and kidnaps Iori to bait the Zerozaki family.The manga is fairly short and has enough twists and turns to keep readers wanting more. I felt that the manga could've gone into more detail about the killing names( assassin clans) briefly mentioned but then again, I imagine the original novel goes into more detail.
The artwork has a nice crisp and clean feel to it, making the character designs feel full of life. Fight scenes are well put together and have a smooth flow. Since this is a Seinen manga, it doesn't exactly shy away from showing gore but doesn't embellish in it either.
NISIOISIN’s strongest skill is definitely his characterization and this manga reinforces that. Characters are quirky and are distinct from each other which make for interesting interactions. Soushiki is technically a villain since he comes from a family of killers and most likely kills innocent people but his suave and charismatic personality makes it so easy to forget that. He's a total gentleman despite being a monster. Iori Zerozaki certainly resonated with me the most since we both go through life without real direction. We run from our problems while hoping to go find a solution. I read this manga during the worst times in my life and seeing myself inside the protagonist was so blissful. A character I feel that could've used a lot more screen time was Hanamaki Kojika. He was a complex and conflicted character who unfortunately leaves the plot a few chapters after his introduction.
If you're the type of person who enjoys fast-paced thriller action, then Zerozaki's humanity test is the manga for you.
Kathy Bates 🎬 Dolores claiborne (1995)
Chapter 1: Five Hours Before Death
"AMELIA!" My boss exclaimed as he walked over to my desk.
"Yes, sir, do you need something?" I say while still looking at my computer.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I need you to tell me about my agenda for this afternoon," he says urgently while looking at his watch.
"Ah well, sir, you have a one-thirty meeting with one of the board of directors and a six o'clock dinner reservation with the misses" I told my boss while looking up at him.
My boss looks at me and says, "Before I leave for my one-thirty, I need you to come to my office; I need to speak to you about something urgent. Got it."
"Yes, sir, I understand," I say, confirming it.
'What does he want to tell me? Oh, I hope it isn't what I found out a few days ago,' I thought as I looked back at my computer. Two days ago, I found out that my boss: Nicholas Anderson, had an illegal import business up and running. And in turn, he paid the mayor to keep quiet about everything. I shook those thoughts out of my head, focusing on my work.
Time flies by and now it is twelve-thirty. I get up from my desk and head to Mr. Anderson's office on the next floor above. Walking over to the sliver elevator doors, you press one of the buttons on the wall next to the doors. The doors open, and you step in, turning around while the doors shut, pressing the button heading up to the next floor. Hearing the irritating music blaring into the rectangular box, the doors open; indicating, that I am on the next floor.
Walking up to his door, I knock, telling him that I am there. "Come in," Mr. Anderson said. I open the door and walk into his office. Noticing a few pictures of his family here and there, he looked up from his computer.
"Ah, excellent timing Ms. Cameron; I was about to call you up," Mr. Anderson said as he pushed himself up from his black leather chair, making eye contact with you.
"May I ask what this is about; you made it seem crucial," I said looking curious but deep down I know what he may say.
"Uh, yes, I know that you found about my uh business. I must warn you if you tell the authorities or anyone for that matter, you might not get to be forty. Am I clear?" Mr. Anderson says
"Ye-ss, sir-r," I said, fear plastered onto my face.
"Good, then you may leave." I placed my hands onto the arms of the chair, pushed my legs up, feeling the pressure of standing. I leave the room and head back downstairs, thinking of what he was saying.
The day went by faster than the flash himself, a mixture of colors; pinks, oranges, and yellows stating that the sun is setting within the west. Shutting everything down and grabbing my purse and coat. I look down at my watch; which looks like it is from the nineties, and it reveals that it is 8:50 p.m. 'Huh has it been five hours already; who would have thought' I left the gray building and straight to my 1999 navy blue chevy corvette. I slammed the car door closed as I sat down in the driver's seat. I took out my keys from my purse so that I could start the engine. My keys have two keychains attached to them; one of them is a Slytherin crest, the other is a Gryffindor crest. I placed the keys into the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life, I got strapped in and I reversed back into the parking lot to head the main road.
It did not take long for Amelia to get to her apartment. She pulled into the parking lot outside the complex, making sure she did not touch the curb, she turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She grabs her purse, slips her hand into door handle to open it. The door opens and she steps out into the crisp cold air. She steps onto the sidewalk and looks back to her car. Her car was shining from the light created by the lamp post. The wind blowing against her skin, the hair on her skin standing up and she gets a shiver crawling down her spine. Amelia did not pay attention to the ever-growing feeling within the pit of her stomach as she started climbing the stairs to the second floor.
I got to the top of the stairs of the second floor. I walked down the hallway a little bit to reach my apartment. It was about five minutes of walking; I reached my apartment: number 4. I looked over to my right and saw the door where my neighbor Minerva Barnes lives. 'She is such a sweet woman' I thought as I grabbed my keys to unlock the door. I got my keys into the lock, and I unlocked the door. As I was stepping into my apartment, I am suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of dread; like I should not have entered the apartment. Due to the lights not working, it gave me an eerie and creepy feeling to the atmosphere of the apartment.
It kept getting stronger as I took off my coat, my shoes, and when I placed my keys into the tray. I turn around and locked the door. I went into the kitchen, grab a small glass from one of the cabinets, and went over to the sink to get water. Placing the glass down, I went to turn the faucet on when everything went black. What I did not know right now was that my time to pass on had come.
Opening my eyes, I squint at the moonlight shining through the teal curtains. I tried to move but could not. I looked down and saw my hands were bounded. I turned my head so that I can see my feet, turns out my feet were also bounded.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you" someone said while standing in the shadows.
"Who are you? Why are doing this?" I asked fear rising within me.
"Did you really think he wouldn't know that you were gathering evidence to give to the police? I mean, Mr. Anderson knew that you knew about the business, so he made an educated guess, and what do you know he was right after all." The figure said while chuckling slightly.
Fear took ahold of me once I realized what he was talking about. You see, I have been gathering up evidence on my boss. Apparently, he has been bribing the mayor to cover up his import business. I look back at the figure wondering who they are.
"Who are you?" I asked as I stare into the shadows.
"That is unimportant lady" he said while pulling something out of his pockets. I couldn't tell what it was, but the feeling grew even more stronger as it was before. The figure then walks out of the shadows. His body was slightly brightened but you couldn't make out his face.
Since you now have a semi-clear view of the man, you notice that he had a Glock 19 9mm Compact. Your grandparents taught you how to hunt and when you were older you went to the shooting range, so you know different types of guns. You watch as he loads ammo into the gun. You look back at the curtains taking in the light of the moon. Hearing footsteps behind you, you realize that the man had walked up to you from behind.
'This is it; this is how I go out, huh' I thought as I felt the gun was placed on the back of my head. I opened my mouth tasting salt, which meant tears. I was so scared I didn't realize that I was crying. The tears were flowing down my face at a rapid pace as the man pulled the trigger.
**BANG**
Amelia fell to the ground as blood flows out of her head. Blood spatters across the lightly colored walls and floors turning them crimson red. The man walks towards an open window. Putting the gun back into his pocket, the man got up onto the windowsill. The man looked back at the body, blood pooling around her and glistening in the moonlight. The wind blowing steadily as the man jumped out of the window and onto the pavement below. Walking away from the crime the man had just committed, he wore a sadistic smile on his face.