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Once upon a time, there was a beast named Fray.

He was an ugly beast with vicious claws and teeth!

He lived in a forest alone and never went too close to the village for he was scared of it.

But one day, he met a lost girl.

She cried and cried and cried calling out for help.

Fray was hiding behind a large tree and the lost girl couldn't see him.

"She's lost..."

The beast whispered to himself.

The lost girl looked around frantically as if she was hearing a beast's voice.

"Hello?" She spoke softly. "Is someone there?"

Fray walked out from behind the tree and said, "Don't be afraid. I can help you."

The lost girl suddenly stopped crying as for she was surprised to see a beast in front of her.

"Let me help you." Fray extended his paw to her.

"Get away from me!" The lost girl screamed and ran away.

Fray was sad and angry as he couldn't help the lost girl.

"If I was human, I could've helped her!" The beast's anger roared throughout the forest.

"My, my, my. How I hear a sad little man wanting to become human."

"Who's there?" The beast growled.

"Go deeper into the forest and you will find a potion that'll turn you into human. But be warned, once you take it, there is a heavy price to pay."

And deeper into the forest did Fray go.

He found a potion, just like the mysterious person said there would.

Fray took a gulp of this potion and magically he turned into human.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Fray's clear, human voice echoed throughout the forest.

There was no word from the mysterious person. Only the sound of the tree's rustle.

"I need to find the lost girl again. I can help her!" He told himself.

Fray started running towards where he last seen the girl and luckily, he found her.

"Help me, help me!" The lost girl cried. "I'm lost! Do you know where my village is?"

"Yes, yes, I do. It's close by."

Fray offered his hand and the lost girl held his hand tightly.

And as soon as Fray held the lost girl's hand, the wind started to blow ferociously.

"There is a heavy price to pay. ---Hahahahaha!!--"

Fray didn't pay attention to the mysterious call as he was quickly falling in love with the lost girl.

3 years later, the daughter of Fray was born.

"Rose... That's her name." The lost girl, Emeny, breathed heavily, and said, "Don't you think it's wonderful?"

"That is a beautiful name," Fray agreed.

"There is a heavy price to pay. ---Hahahahaha!!--"

Fray shook his head, getting the weird voices out inside of him. He paid no attention to the threat until...

The baby Rose started growing hair all around her body. Hands started to become paws and a snout was growing from her mouth. Sharp teeth grew until Rose suddenly became a monster.

Fray stepped back and Rose growled at her parents. She quickly ran out the front door and went into the deep, dark forest.

"Emeny! Emeny! Wake up!" Fray panicked.

Emeny didn't wake up. Her hand was as cold as the ground.

Her heart stopped beating.

She was dead.

"The price has been paid! The price has been paid! Your wife has died and your daughter is now a beast just like you! You will forever be alone just as you were when you were a beast!"

Fray cried with immense anger.

"You cursed me! I was never human to begin with! Why did you do this?"

"I'm bound to this forsaken forest for all eternity. Your daughter will be my vessel as I will escape from this wretched place."

Fray was shocked.

"Please, turn me back into a beast! I do not want to be human anymore! Take me. I will be your beast. I will be your vessel."

"But you are already a beast."

Fray looked at his hands and with immense fear, he roared in disbelief.


"You are a beast and forever a beast. And your daughter will be my vessel. ----hahaha----"

NO!!!

And Fray went into the forest to find his daughter as he is forever the beast named Fray.

THE END

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Source: A Beast Named Eliza (video game)

Simulacra


Ever looked in the mirror and have the strange feeling of someone else staring back at you, something not quite right or not quite human?

Ever have the feeling that after looking in the mirror, you turned around and you have the nagging feeling that your reflection is still there staring at your back?

You may have experience the simulacrum phenomenon.

“A simulacrum (plural: simulacra from Latin: simulacrum, which means "likeness, similarity”) is a representation or imitation of a person or thing. The word was first recorded in the English language in the late 16th century, used to describe a representation, such as a statue or a painting, especially of a god. By the late 19th century, it had gathered a secondary association of inferiority: an image without the substance or qualities of the original.“

–Wikipedia

Thanks to horror movies, I have always had the irrational fear of mirrors during the night. The truth is, despite the fact that I’ve seen how mirrors are made and know the science behind it, looking at my own reflection still freaks me out. I am always afraid that if I look at the mirror too long, it will reflect something standing behind me that is not there in real life, or something might show up and crawl out of the mirror, or worse, my own reflection distorted or not my own, smiling sinisterly back at me while I stare at it in horror and jump out of the mirror to kill me.

History has shown that many shamans, witch doctors, and magic practitioners of the old days used mirrors one way or another as a medium for their rituals. To them, mirrors are like a gateway to the other world, a world that may be similar to our, but operates at an alternate capacity than our world, or at the very least, the opposite of our world. It’s not just a matter of this other you who does things with their left hand instead of their right like you do, but also personality-wise, this other you might be completely different. Worst case scenario, could be an evil, more monstrous version of you.

Mirrors were also often used to try and trap spirits within it as a form of exorcism, and also used to help us see and reflect things your naked eye can’t see. We’ve seen hundreds of testimonials and experiences of people seeing something on the mirror, but turn around to see that there is nothing there, or vice versa (ie, see something or someone next to them but doesn’t appear in their reflection). Apparitions, ghosts, full fledged beings, even rituals like Bloody Mary or peeling an apple in front of the mirror at midnight to see your future spouse… all of them one way or another points to the mirror as the source.

The truth of the matter is despite the harmless reflection, we don’t exactly know what goes on behind the mirror. It could be just that: a mirror reflecting things, or it could be an actual world behind that mirror, and that sinister you behind that mirror is waiting, biding its time, looking for the perfect opportunity to take your place, trap you in their world, and make you watch helplessly as it takes over your life and replaces you to live your life with no one the wiser, or worse, do unimaginable things to your loved ones and moved on to the next victim while wearing your persona.

Until then, come nightfall, I will never let myself be reflected on the mirror, and if I have to, I will not look up and I will not look at my reflection until I know I’m safe in daylight.

I don’t want to know what I might see.


Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.

The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

The older lady said that she was right -- our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.

We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a r azor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the"green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off... Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.

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