"The Skin Walker's Prey" is a supernatural horror fanfiction that tells the chilling tale of a family's encounter with a malevolent skin walker creature in the remote wilderness. The story follows the Peterson family as they attempt to enjoy a peaceful getaway at their cabin in the woods. However, their idyllic retreat is shattered when their young daughter, Lily, goes missing after wandering off into the forest.

“And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you— it's born with us the day that we are born.” —Homer, The Iliad

I spent several months as a content moderator for TikTok and this is my story...unfiltered, uncensored, raw, and real. I saw some of the worst, most sick, and unbelievably disgusting content I never knew existed. Even if I thought I might have some idea of what I would see, the reality is I had no way to prepare for the literal shit storm that consumed my life for months. To say this was the worst job I ever had would be a vast understatement. I spent months in what I can only describe as the 7th circle of hell or perhaps purgatory tagging content uploaded purely for shock value, and watching viral dance videos until I could literally hear the same songs over and over again in my sleep. I started to have night terrors, my mental health took blow after blow and all the supervisor had to say was work faster... Buckle up...I'm going to take you down the rabbit hole today...

**"The Pinecone Express: Shibby's First Moonshot"** As a kid in Drip Rock, Kentucky, Shibby was already destined for greatness. Armed with pinecones, duct tape, and wild imagination, he built a "rocket" called the Pinecone Express, claiming pinecones were nature's jet fuel. Though the rocket never left the ground—save for a smoky mailbox fire—Shibby’s ambitious spirit inspired the entire community. Nicknamed "Rocket Shibby," he proved even then that failure was just a stepping stone to the stars. Years later, that same unstoppable drive would take him to the moon for real. 🚀🌕🐾

Timmy stood back to admire his creation—a rocket that looked more like a tin can held together by hope and duct tape. But to him, it was a masterpiece. And to SHiBBy, perched proudly in his custom wheelchair adorned with rocket stickers, it was the start of an adventure. “Ready for liftoff, buddy?” Timmy asked, slipping on his potato-sack-turned-space-suit. “Banana bread!” barked SHiBBy, his tail wagging so hard it practically powered the rocket itself. With a blast that sounded somewhere between a whoopee cushion and an airhorn, the rocket shot into the sky. SHiBBy barked his way through the ascent: “Hula hoop!” “Pickle jar!” and a particularly emphatic “Toothpick!” that seemed to echo through the stars. When they finally landed on the moon with a gentle thud, SHiBBy rolled out, his wheels crunching softly on the lunar dust. Timmy set up his laptop, tapping away furiously as SHiBBy barked at the strange rocks scattered around them. And then, it happened...

At 15, Nathaniel never imagined his life would take such a strange turn. Born and raised in the small coastal town of Windridge, he had always loved the sea, but he had never expected it to separate him from everything he knew. One stormy afternoon, as Nathaniel boarded the ship *Elysian Dream* for a summer voyage with his father, the ocean had seemed calm, almost inviting. But by dusk, a tempest unlike anything Nathaniel had ever seen surged around them. The sky darkened, waves taller than the ship’s mast crashed down in a terrifying roar. The crew fought to keep the ship afloat, but it was no use. A massive wave struck, tearing the ship in half and sending Nathaniel into the cold, unforgiving sea. He woke up on the shore of an island. The beach was empty, save for the wreckage of the *Elysian Dream*, splintered and abandoned, scattered in pieces across the sand. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious.

A story about a woman overcoming life in a cabin

This is a short story about a girl being haunted by her own shadows

Roselyn’s world unravels the moment three strangers—Asher, Vi, and Thomas—appear, claiming they’ve traveled through time to stop her from becoming a tyrant known as the Empress. Disbelief and fear consume her as she confronts the impossible truth of her fate. Torn between who she is now and the dark path ahead, Roselyn faces a haunting question: can she escape the shadows of her own future?

Someone great once said: If a cookie crumbles, then it's because it was chocolate chip. You get life's lemons, and I get the rotten tomato thrown at vocal cords, idle performances, and homeless romantic dreams of filthy tricks, By the way, no one wise made that wisdom.

Liam, abandoned by his parents at a young age, grows up in foster care and becomes a successful entrepreneur. Years later, his estranged parents return, demanding money for "raising" him. Confronted with painful memories, Liam firmly rejects their demands, realizing his success was achieved through his own resilience, not their support. He finds peace in closing this painful chapter, knowing he built his life independently and on his own terms.

Granny sits in a cozy rocking chair by the fire, wrapped in a warm shawl, her silver hair in a neat bun. The room glows softly, filled with the warmth of the crackling fire and the scent of aged wood. The children listen closely as she shares a tale, her gentle voice filled with nostalgia, her eyes sparkling with memories.

You hid your face behind my heart, now you must face my skeletons that will haunt you in close dark.

When God is in the driver seat; He's the only one sometimes to keep you from leaving it all behind.

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My favorite poem of all the ones I have written exploring the balance of natures primary parts; the elements.

The introduction to a story I had an idea for when I was a kid. This version is unedited from when I first wrote it so I might publish an edited version later.

This article examines the growing use of Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) in therapy, where mental health professionals are leveraging its role-playing structure to help patients build social skills, resilience, and self-awareness. By allowing patients to explore new identities and navigate controlled challenges, D&D fosters empathy, community, and self-expression. Studies indicate that therapeutic role-playing can significantly improve confidence and coping strategies, making D&D an effective and innovative tool in mental health treatment.

This article explores how Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) has evolved from a niche hobby to a powerful tool for inclusivity and community building. The game’s publisher, Wizards of the Coast, has taken steps to move beyond outdated stereotypes, fostering a safer and more welcoming environment. D&D encourages empathy by allowing players to explore diverse perspectives, creating a supportive space for marginalized communities, especially LGBTQIA+ players. The commitment to inclusive storytelling within D&D has strengthened its community, setting a positive example for gaming culture.

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