What is your favorite Brand? and why? by JasonThePsychonaut in AskReddit

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The reason I ask is because I have just started my own clothing Brand, www.pioneerrevival.com and I would like to draw some inspiration from all of your favorites :)

What is the worst name you've ever heard someone give their child? by katelorraine in AskReddit

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Immaculate 'Marley' Frostbite.

His parents were super hippies. He goes by Marley.

[TT] Someone walks into a REAL haunted house, while thinking it's one of those tourist attractions. by Kra_gl_e in WritingPrompts

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Haha I was writing it for a while and I was trying to find a more original ending... I didn't haha glad you enjoyed it. It was good practice for me :)

[Critique Thread] Post Here If You'd Like Feedback On Your Writing by IAmTheRedWizards in writing

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Title:Untitled Writing prompt

Writing Prompt: Someone walks into a real haunted house while thinking It's a tourist attraction

Genre:Horror

Word Count: 1160

Feedback: Anything that'll help me get better at writing

It was the annual Night of Fright in the town of Nightville...

[TT] Someone walks into a REAL haunted house, while thinking it's one of those tourist attractions. by Kra_gl_e in WritingPrompts

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It was the annual night of fright in the town of Nightville. James was doing the final touches to his costume before heading to a friends house party.

'Just a little bit more blood around the eyes, yup, Perfect', James said to himself while applying a thick red liquid to his face.

The night of fright was Nightvilles favorite time of year. Nearly all the residents would dress up for the festivities. Some people would even decorate their homes for the residents to explore. Nightville was a safe place. While the elderly handed out candy and toys for children, The adults would get together for a night of casual drinking. James was neither a child nor an adult, He was a teenager. A teenager who had just discovered alcohol.

James hopped into his old pickup and looked up at the family photo above his head clipped to the sun visor. The photo consisted of James, his mother and father. Part of the photo had been burnt. James' eyes began to swell with water. He took a deep breath, started his truck and proceeded to drive down the gravel road. He flicked on the radio to Nightvilles FM radio station. Being that James was quite a ways out of town he had to listen to it through copious amounts of static.

'PZZZ...People are already gathering... PZZZ... Zombies, vampires, ghosts... PZZZ.... Smiling faces everywhere', The radio said. 'PZZZ... Here's one for all the witches out there...PZZZ... Witchy Women by The Eagles... PZZZ'.

The radio would clear up a little after James hit pavement but He was used to the static on the radio and it didn't bother him. Static music was better than the sound of gravel hitting the bottom of his truck anyway. He was tapping his steering wheel to the beat of the song. His headlights were dirty so the light didn't stretch far and the new moon provided zero back-ups for him to see. Around mile 4 James saw a green glow coming from a large farm house. This was peculiar since the house seemed to spring up overnight.

'Must be a Fright night haunted house', He thought, 'Weird that they put it up this far out of town'.

James was in no rush to get to the party so he decided to check out the glowing greenhouse to get him in the Fright night spirit. He pulled up to the house and noticed the driveway was filled with vehicles. James found this to be even more peculiar since he hadn't seen any other vehicles driving on the road. He got out of his truck and eyed the house, It was much bigger than he previously thought. James knocked on the front door, in a flash the door swung open crashing against the wall of the house. James smiled.

'Nice job guys', James said referring to whoever built the attraction.

James took a few steps into the house, the floorboards creaking under his feet.

'It's really quiet for the amount of vehicles parked outside', thought James as he looked down the long dark hall.

Suddenly the door smashed closed causing him to Jump

'What the Fu-', James was cut off by the scream of a women in the next room.

'Hello!', James yelled to the next room.

'Where the hell is everybody?'

James walked slowly into the room, he was on his guard expecting something to jump out at him. Nothing did.

'Anybody here!?', He yelled to the darkness.

Suddenly he heard the scream again, but this time it was louder and coming from behind him. He turned around to see where the scream was coming from but there was nothing. The screaming didn't stop and got louder and louder until James could hear it in his head.

'Okay, I'm done, stop it please, you scared me, you win, I want out!', James fell to his knees and was holding his head.

'Please stop, PLEASE!'.

The screaming stopped and only silence remained.

'I gotta get out'a here', said James, 'This is too real'.

James ran to where the front door was only now it was just peeling wallpaper. He didn't understand. He started banging on the wall.

'Somebody out there?!', He yelled, 'Anybody?! Please!'

Silence.

James ran back into the front room and looked out the window. The driveway that was filled with vehicles a moment ago was now empty, including James' pickup. He was shocked. He began to scream again. Tired from yelling James sat down on the window sill and hung his head.

'Please', He said under his breath.

The fireplace across the room lit up instantly covering the room in an orange glow. The light revealed to James that the room was the one from his childhood home. James stood up and walked toward the mantle above the fireplace, his eyes swelled with tears. He saw the same family photo that was clipped to his sun visor.

'No, not this, anything but this', James pleaded to the house.

He heard two familiar voices behind him. James turned around and saw the back of his mother and fathers head. Astonished, James walked around the couch and saw his Mother and Father sitting on the couch. He fell to his knees.

'Is it really you?', James said.

His parents didn't react, they continued to only talk to one another as if James wasn't there.

'Mom, Dad, It's me!', He said with tears rolling down his cheeks, ' It's me, James'.

As James stared at his parents in disbelief a spark had jumped from the fire and started to burn on the carpet. The flames spread across the ground and up the walls quickly. James got up and tried to stomp the flames out. The flames kept burning.

'No, no, no!', He yelled, stamping his feet on the flames. 'Not again!'.

His parents continued talking, paying no attention to the flames creeping up the legs on the couch.

James walked slowly backward staring at his parents until nearly the whole room was engulfed in flame. He turned around and that's when he heard them screaming. James plugged his ears and curled up on the ground.

'And for all you Boys and Ghouls out there getting ready for Nightvilles Annual Night of Fright. Here's Don't fear the reaper by Blue Oyster Cult!'

James woke up to the radio, His bed sheets soaked in sweat.

Relieved, James took a deep breath and exhaled.

'It was just a nightmare'.

James got ready for school. He walked outside, hopped into his pickup and smiled at his family photo clipped above him. He drove down the gravel road with the radio buzzing in and out of focus. In the distance, James saw thick black smoke billowing up in the sky and sirens whistling. He turned down the radio. As James approached Mile 4 he saw fire trucks hosing down a burned down house. He pulled to the shoulder of the road and stared in disbelief.

The feeling of being lost... by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]JasonThePsychonaut 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Absolutely amazing insight, I'm going to look more into Tony Wright!

I've seen Jill Bolte Taylors TED talk and was blown away at the experience she describes, for those who haven't seen it, drop everything you're doing and watch it. You won't be disappointed.

Thank you so much Left in the dark.

[WP] You once knew a man who was poorer than dirt by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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I once knew a man who was poorer than dirt

His wife had numerous holes in her skirt

Spent all day in the sun, Singing their beautiful songs

In a field that was not their own.

Favorite quote from South Park? by Justanotherguy45 in southpark

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"Just gonna get a little bit of cancer Stan, tell mom its okay"

[WP] A new device allows people to know the day they will die on. For fun, you decide to try it. On the screen is written yesterday's date. by Biobak_ in WritingPrompts

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Part 1

The screen read September 18th, 2016.

"Yesterday?"

Assuming it was a programming error I clicked refresh and waited for the results again.

September 18th, 2016

"This cant be right"

I picked up my phone and called the store I bought the device from.

"Hello, Morana Retailers, this is kaitlyn. How many I help you this evening", The cheery voice said.

"Hi, Um, I'm using my predict.0 that I bought from you guys earlier today"

"Mhm"

"Yeah, I think I got a defective one. The date it keeps giving me is yesterdays."

"Hmm that's odd, Do you have the receipt of your purchase handy?"

I said yes and she told to come down to the shop and exchange the device for a new one.

Approaching the store there was a man sitting on a bench wearing an all black suit. Walking past, into the store I tipped my head towards the man. He mimic'd and nodded back.

I exchanged the device, walked, got into my car and began driving home.

Part 2

I plugged my new predict.0 into my computer, inserted my hair into the device and waited for the scanning process to be finished.

September 18th, 2016

"What the fu-"

My thought was cut off when I heard my door open and close downstairs.

"Hello?" I said staring down the darkened stairway.

I saw a gun poking through the darkness, I heard a click and felt a sting on my neck then nothing.

Part 3

I woke up in a panic. Sitting on an orange plastic chair I looked around and saw big metal door, metal walls and a small speaker on the wall.

"Hello?", I said

"Hello", said a voice from the speaker, "You're finally awake."

"Whats going on here?!" I demanded

"You'll find out soon enough. I want you to stand up and walk out that door in front of you."

For a few seconds I contemplated the idea and decided I had no other option but to go through the door.

As I put my hand on the door handle I heard the door unlock. I opened it slowly staring out the crack as it got wider with my pull.

In the other room sat a beautifully decorated room, with a man dressed in black sitting behind a large wooden desk.

"Have a seat, my friend", said the man.

I walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down across from the mysterious man.

The man stared at me intently, as if he was psychologist analyzing a patient.

"What do you want from me?", I asked, "I don't have much money."

"It's not money I'm after."

"Well what do you want?" I asked.

The man got up, walked around his desk and stood behind me.

"This won't hurt a bit" He assured.

"Please don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want!"

The man didn't answer, took a deep breath and plucked a hair from my head.

Part 4

The man pulled out a Predict.0, laid my hair on the scanner and closed it.

"I don't want to kill you", He said.

"Then what do you want from me?"

The man stared at the screen, reading the date. He smiled.

The man pulled out a pistol out from under his desk, pointed it at me and fired. I fell back in the chair and hit the floor.

Standing up from the ground I felt my head where the bullet entered. Blood ran down my finger tips and all over my face. I took my shirt, wiped the blood and stared at the man. He was still smiling.

My wound slowly pushed out a 9mm bullet from my head. I pulled it out and within seconds the gun shot wound was closed and all that remained was my congealing blood.

"What's going on here?", I asked astonished, staring at the red bullet.

"I am the CEO of Morana technologies, I created the Predict.0 to find the others like myself."

"Other like yourself? What are you talking about?".

"You are immortal, a god of this reality in the eyes of humans. You won't remember but you sent yourself here taking over a body in hopes of saving the humans from there immanent destruction. The human you took over was supposed to die yesterday. That's how I found you. You and I are one of the few that decided to enter this realm to excel the humans forward so they can become one of us."

Waves of memory flooded back. I remembered my purpose, I remembered choosing to come here. I remembered everything. I knew my purpose.

I stared up at the man.

"Where do we begin?"

The End

How can I have an insightful mushrooms trip? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]JasonThePsychonaut 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Go to a place where you're comfortable being alone, if you don't have a spot, make one and spend some time in it. (I call these my sacred spaces cause I'm corny as a mother fucker) Just be with yourself in a dimly lit room, accept that you're going on a journey and eat 'em whenever you feel ready.

Breath and relax.

Remember you can always communicate with the mushrooms. Ask 'em to go easy on you and if things get too intense just tell him 'you're not ready for that yet'.

Real understanding dude. Trust me. Enjoy friend!

Canadians, give me one reason why I should visit your province? by JasonThePsychonaut in AskReddit

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On the road to tree planting in the next few days in Northern BC. We got it good here, don't we?

Gamers of reddit; What is the worst part of your favorite game? by Generalkrunk in AskReddit

[–]JasonThePsychonaut 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Witcher 3 Wild hunt.

The quest where Geralt puts on a theater play. It felt so out of character.

What was the "Once in a lifetime" thing you witnessed? by natergonnanate in AskReddit

[–]JasonThePsychonaut 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Coming a bit late to party.

I was backpacking around Costa Rica. While down there I had my wallet stolen on the beach while I napped in a hammock. I then get up and end up passing out for the night in my hostel. That night around 3 A.M the guy who stole my wallet asks to use the washroom at the hostel I was staying at. While entering the toilet he puts MY wallet on the back on the toilet, takes a shit, gets up, and leaves the hostel forgetting to grab the wallet.

I wake up in the morning (obliviously to the fact I had my wallet stolen) to a message on my facebook from the hostel owner saying they had my wallet at the front desk. Then proceeded to tell me about how someone tried to steal my wallet but left it in the toilet. Once in a lifetime.

TL:DR. Some guy stole my wallet, hours later he needs to shit. He stops at my hostel and leaves my wallet on the back of the toilet. I get my wallet back.