I accidently killed an animal, a pet.

I had an Iguana that my brother gave me.

it was kept in an aquarium with a heating lamp.

one night it got very cold in the house so I wrapped a blanket around the tank, thinking it'd keep the Iguana warmer.



I wound up baking him. :(

he will be remembered

Once upon a time,
there was a girl with a heart of gold and her story was yet to be told.
She loved, she gave, she wouldn't give up. Yet the people around her messed her up.
She was determined to keep a smile through thick and thin, yet the worst would get her in the end.
Years went by the same story everyday, she just didn't want it to be this way.
She stopped trusting and lost so many friends. She just wanted the story to end.
Loosing emotions and no more smiling, where did her friends go? Oh yeah, she stopped trying.
In the end she found no reason for herself. She always found reason with someone else.
But nobody was there, it was a sorry end. Only because she wanted to make a friend.
The end.

"Messed Her up"?

In other words, didn't treat her right. So she lost faith in all she believed.

What did she believe?
sorry to be asking these question.

She believed if she was kind enough she could have real friends.
Friends that wouldn't turn their backs and change for the worse.
Guess I watched too many cartoons.

haha I see.

I have so many stories to tell, if I'd start I wouldn't stop til I won't tell all mylife stories...
Both good an bad, mythtical and no...
Choise is the worst thing in life.

Same here :\

OnO

Iunno where I'd even start, maybe with something a tad dingy and morbid, like where my thanataphobia originated from.

When I was about 9-10 my doctors constantly fucked up diagnosing my appendicitis for an entire year, always calling it a stomach bug, they only noticed the day it ruptured because my mother refused to leave without somebody seeing me. Even then they delayed my operation for somebody with a broken leg, yeah big surprise I ended up dying, I got better though, and then got peritonitis because they didn't clean up my wounds properly.
I ended up hospitalised because of it again a few weeks later, they delayed my operation again and my stomach essentially split open and started spewing infected blood like a very smelly fountain at about 2am, I found it kinda hilarious at the time because they drugged me up to the eyeballs with morphine, but then I died again and that sucked. Because of the nature of the wound being my entire abdomen because they had to remove most of my digestive organs to clean up their mess, I'm quite well versed with how my own intestines look as a result.

Yeah dying twice in the same month wasn't amusing, even with all the drugs I was on during that time it's not something I wish to experience again.

Gosh. What an experience.
You say smelly. does this mean that the stomach and the skin where split?

The smell was mostly from the infected blood and intestinal tissue where my appendix was before it exploded. It was very akin to the smell of rotten eggs.

Incredible. wow.

Duuuuuude this is probably really inappropriate, but I just read this aloud for Clam and we agree that this is the most metal thing we have ever heard. We are so glad you are still here with us!! This is like horror movie fodder man, wtf was up with that hospital! <__>;;;

That probably wasn't even the worst bit, from my perspective anyway. The most painful parts were when they used to clean the wound out about twice daily by roughly shoving gauze into it with very cold metal tongs, or if I was particularly unlucky these really dumb plastic ones which were covered in really rough texture and had no business being shoved into a steak, let alone a child's damaged organs. It's probably part of why the nerve endings in my abdomen are so damaged I cannot feel anything below my scar until just above, well, that place, thankfully.

Also when they were putting my long term IV tube into my arm they totally fucked up and pierced an artery so I got to experience being a fountain again, mum pretty much collapsed on the spot from seeing it.

When I eventually got sent home and the nurse which would visit to clean it out in a much more humane manner there heard about it she was pretty horrified and called them barbarians for it. I honestly don't think any of them experienced any sort of reprimand for it unfortunately.

I had a dream about a little girl... she goes slowly into a light, i only see her back... than she switcht her position and show me her faceless head... only long dirty black hair was to see,,,, i scream and run, but i feel... no escape.
The really horror is... i think i know this girl and see her sometimes in the real world... fear

and you can see
that fear
is nothing really
so they say.

When I first started school I did not understand the concept of the institution. So at every launch break I used to venture into the large forest nearby until I'd gotten so far that the alarm calling us back in was just muffles. Needless to say it was a nightmare for the teachers and my parents have to deal with this. I didn't understand why they were so anxious. The world is full of mystery, places that needs exploring! I guess I still don't understand, but I think my naivety saved my creative side ^^

Gosh! so did I. how interesting.
My school and home are located in midst Taunus forrest, and this was always where I went to explore whenever I had any time at all.
Secret base, sacred places... I miss it all. Nowadays, time and work do not allow.

That's awesome! If we'd been in the same proximity I believe we would uncover the secrets of the forest together ^-^

I have witnessed a lot of crazy shit so I will just tell you something I've seen. When I was younger, maybe 9-10 years old, my family and the two families neighboring us went to a giant camping lodge for the summer. When we arrived, my best friend at the time was given a barracuda knife by his father. I remember his dad left us alone after that, and my friend took the knife out to look at it. He didn't do anything, just took it out, admired it, and then put it back in the case. The thing is, it was actually so sharp it tore through the case, and then right through his hand! I remember seeing the top of the knife poking out of his knuckle, and blood rippling down his arm. I actually noticed he was injured before he did, it was that quick and sharp! He ended up having to go to the hospital and get, gosh, probably 100+ stitches.

damn.

I have several dark stories but instead I'll tell you how about how I'm an accidental pillock.

I have a lot of small scars. One on my hand when I fell and my hand was pierced by a steel ornament. A scar on my left elbow from when I swerved too hard on my bike, fell and skidded hard on the pavement. Scars on my right ankle and arm from when I got hit by a car. Several on my legs from mosquito bites that got severely infected (15 bites in total that all swelled to the size of golf-balls). These are all from several years ago now. Despite all of this I very rarely get sock and can count on one hand the amount of times I have had a nosebleed AND vomited.

That's sick* btw. I have a lot of socks.

Gosh.
Yes, I've got a prominent scar under my chin and neck
from when I too went flying ver the handlebars of my bicycle and chose to slide a bit haha
fun times
Also had a knee infection
and after the swelling I a bit of extra skin in the area. is that even a scar? Oh well, a bunch of scars everywhere.
No memories to go with most of them

Cool.

I constantly have nightmares. I don't wake up screaming or something,but it's those where you slowly wake up in a pool of sweat with your heart racing and your mind's going at a thousand kilometers/hour wondering if you're actually awake. They're usually about family/friends/pets/loved ones dying in front of you or some sort of mutilation. Most recent one was getting my stomach drilled for some medical reason? I don't remember why but it was some bullshit medical thing (it' a nightmare so nothing really makes sense) and the drill bit was an inch in diameter and I was under local anaesthetic so I was fully awake. They started slowly drilling and even though I was under an anaesthetic, I could still feel the tug and pull of the drill and the pressure of my skin caving in and tearing (I just couldn't feel any pain). I felt sick to my stomach (hah no pun intended) seeing this 1" diameter drill bit halfway in me, feeling the tug & pull, the room silent and only hearing the faint buzz of the drill and I blacked out and slowly woke the fuck up.

shit
that's incredible

I once had a dream in which I was a baby
and I lived in a glass box with my mother who was a big brown bear.
She fed me, looked after me and played with me, but soon I got so bored
that I decided that it would be interesting to chew her ear
so I did
soon, I kept chewing until half of her face was missing. and the funny bit is that
she kept on caring like nothing had happened
I also chewed off her limbs later
it didn't bleed, she was dry

heh

I live a cnofusing and lying life :P
at times people sees me and thinks I'm happy but for reals I'm sad but I never show it
unless it becomes a big deal. Pretty much I live a confusing life not knowing what to
studies for :P. I spend most of the days doing one thing and think a lot to myself of what to do
in my life and how to do. My life has meaningful story but I just don't know yet :P

I lived in a campground when I was about 10 - it had a pool and I loved it. That was until this taller girl about the same age I didn't know took me to the 5-ft part of the pool and tried drowning me. She kept saying that "baby has been bad" and holding me under the water despite me thrashing and running out of air. When I finally got free I hopped out of the pool, sobbing and shaking, and the adults just stared at me like I was chopped liver. Had to run home and my dad was pissed haha - didn't find or see the girl after that though.

I also walked on water when a [harmless] jellyfish swarm swam across the sand bar we were on.

Gosh! oo

After my mother died, I had a terrible emotional block, I never cried nor felt sad nor happy, It lasted like that for approximately 2 and a half years. During that period, I really was a complete jerk to everyone.
Oh well, at least all of that's over now, but that's the main reason I have very little friends.

A good story I have is when I was studying abroad in Japan and went to an extremely beautiful temple.

I went with my "language partner" Kazu-san. He's an older man who used to work in the car industry in Mississippi, but now he's retired and returned to Japan. He wanted to practice his English so that he could become a tour guide. He had a Prius that he would use to pick me up from the university and drive out into the country. Sometimes, we would just drive for hours through the mountains and talk.

One day, he took me to a temple called Kongorinji. It was the most peaceful and beautiful place I've ever been. Kazu and I were practically the only people there. It was so still, and quiet, and carefully maintained that I actually felt uncomfortable, as if I was some how polluting it. In parts, there was oppressive silence, and in others, you could hear flowing water.

As an American, it was there on that day that I realized how short the life of my own country has been. The temple was constructed in 751 AD, over a thousand years before the land that contains the boarders of my country was known to exist by the Europeans.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6721490 Here you can see a garden and Kazu-san walking down a path. That was near the entrance.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6731830/ And here is the walk up to the top of the mountain lined by ancient statues.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6733624 And here we are at the top.

I told Kazu that if he ever became a tour guide, he had to take everyone there! When I return to Japan, I plan on going back. It's burned into my skull in a good way.

When young I was a very clumsy person, so clumsy that I sorta tripped over my own feet sometimes while running.
Well, my clumsiness got me a bit into trouble..mostly due to the fact it /showed/ a bit too much when I was cooking ramen for myself at age 8.
I placed the dried noodles into a bowl, ran hot water into it, and placed it in the microwave for 5 minutes--

And holy fuck that was horrible of me, what was I thinking.

I ended up taking the bowl out, when a fly started flying into my ear and bugging me constantly. I moved to swat the fly, letting go of my bowl, the bowl tipped back on me and burned my skin off my side.

I was rushed to the hospital, they kept me for about a week while they scrubbed the dead skin off my side.

I had 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree burns on my side, wrapped over by gauge that was fucking PAINFUL at the time.

The doctors told me the mark would never go away-- and I'm 18 now, I have the same burns on my side. I have been offered to get them removed through surgery, but I find it a bit more better for me to keep them. It's always fun to have people ask you to see them, then when you show it, they nearly scream and die themselves. They act worse than I did when I got the burn, ahaha!

The funny thing is, whenever I tell them how I got burned it turns into a crysob laugh for them. They don't know if they should laugh or feel sorry/sickened by how it looks. They REALLY feel bad for laughing, but I just pat them on the back and laugh with them-- since ramen noodles are fucking lethal weapons when not treated right.

My parents made me take ballet when I was younger, and they had a rule about not wearing earrings. I'm not too sure what that reason was, but it was easier for my 8 year old self just to not wear earrings at all rather than constantly take them in and out. (I got my ears pierced when I was born which I think is pretty disgusting.) Eventually the holes closed up as they naturally would, and my parents were having none of that. Instead of doing the rational thing and taking me to a piercing place, they decided to re-open my holes with an earring. They literally forced the earring into my ear and kept going despite me screaming and crying. I was a sobbing mess by the end of it and they kept telling me how pretty I'll be when it's done. I still remember being physically held down because I was moving too much. After it was done I never took my earrings out again until years later because I was scared of that happening again.

My parents are pretty disgusting people.

When I was finally coming to terms with my homosexuality around eighteen months ago, I became suicidally depressed due to the conflicts of my religion at the time and my sexual orientation. Running away from the homosexuality made me miserable, yet I felt awful, filthy, and sinful when I didn't run. All of these emotions eventually got to the point where I sat in the shower with a knife at three in the morning, ready to kill myself to end the constant noise of the two parts of my mind yelling and fighting each other. I had the song I planned to die to playing on my iPod and I began to split my arm open.

I suddenly had a vision of a large elk consumed in flames, making the most earth-shattering and angry sound I have ever heard in my life. That vision quieted the onslaught of thoughts attacking my mind and I had it in my minds eye for around three hours. I got myself cleaned up and I bandaged my arm while this elk was always in my mind, watching over me from my own head. I still feel and see the elk often in my thoughts. It is now what I worship, and I call him Durel.

I have since stopped believing in my old religion and am very comfortable with my homosexuality, as well as many more of my characteristics.

That's a story.

Once upon a time, a story began before it abruptly ended. Outside of the narrative a floating Rooks appeared. The end.