Share Your Storytime

[OyoJan]

Do you have a storytime you would like to share? Feel free to share it here!

I'll go first:

When I was in elementary school, I had a friend named Connor. In case you don't know, we were in a special needs classroom, so he was autistic like me. However, we usually go to a normal classroom setting since we didn't have much to do in the special needs' classroom at the time. Honestly, we didn't really talk to each other that much, since he wasn't really that talkative. I mean, he was, but not in a direct way. Also, he was very into Harry Potter and whenever someone told him that he doesn't exist in real life, he would flip out like crazy.

But the disturbing part about it was when he refused to eat anything, the teachers would force-feed him while restraining him in addition to him trying to fight them off only to fail each time. Even worse, this happened frequently and even in public, especially when we went to a zoo together as a class. The truth about it was he had a heart condition he was going through and had a tube inserted into his stomach where someone could pour milk into it or whatever. I don't know what it's called, but that's what I remember. I didn't know it was a normal thing for them to do at first until I got older.

When we graduated from elementary school and transitioned into middle school, Connor wasn't in the same school that I was in. That wasn't until I enrolled in high school, when I met him again after all of those years. I think I was in the 9th grade, and he was a grade or two ahead of me, but we talked for a little bit and said that he was happy to see me again, yet in a less direct way because, again, he was on the spectrum like me.

After we met, some time passed, and I heard the news from someone that he passed away from a heart attack as a result of the aforementioned heart condition. He died so young, probably around 14–15 years old at best. When I heard that news, I thought to myself, "Does he deserve to die like this after what he went through a long time ago?" I didn't cry or anything, I was just disappointed to hear his untimely death. But I guess it's one of those moments where fate can take you to somewhere unexpected and at a bad timing too. It's sad, really. I still miss him to this day.

 

[Deleted member 54065]

Last week, I was a proctor in my own advisory class, since it's the First Periodical Examinations back here. I distributed the test questionnaires, answer sheets, and told my students to go to their proper 'cheating arrangements' (tis a pun of seating arrangement) to take the test. 15 minutes later, one of my students stood up, and said he was done.

"All 60 items?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," he replied with a nod.

Then I told him to place the answer sheet and test questionnaire neatly on my table, and he sat down.

Moments later, another student came to me.

"Sir, is the English test only 50 items?"

I picked up the questionnaire and looked, "Yes, it's only 50 items."

The student looked at me with a surprised expression and said, "Then, sir, why is my classmate able to answer all 60 items?"

We all stared at him, and he was laughing. "Sir," he said, "I'm a genius."

Yeah, I realized he only guessed his answers.

Another story.

Yesterday (Saturday, October 28), I was going around my community and giving stuff to our friends and neighbors since my father just returned from his overseas work. Coincidentally, tomorrow (Monday October 30) is the election day for our village chiefs back here, and yesterday was the last day of campaigning. Noisy, rowdy, and traffic jams were common.

So, needless to say, I went around this certain corner of our place. It was 12 nn, and it's very hot. So, I took a shade and waited there for several minutes. Unable to bear the heat seeping under the shade, I got my motorcycle and went off to the nearby tea shop to buy something cold to drink.

Minutes later, someone was gunned down at the same spot.

 

[Sweetmeat]

After I got my wisdom teeth removed, I was coming down off the anesthesia. They sat me in a room and told me to sit there until they could check me over and make sure I was alright. I waited until I saw that the doc was distracted reading my chart or something, then screamed for them to "get fucked" and bolted. I made it into the parking lot before I was tackled.

 

[TheEldritchGod]

Do you have a storytime you would like to share?

No.
You obviously don't know of me yet. All my personal stories are hysterical or dark and tortured tales of woe. Usually both. I don't want to ruin the mood.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

@Prince_Azmiran_Myrian
oh. I thought it was you changing ac name

 

[Prince_Azmiran_Myrian]

@Prince_Azmiran_Myrian
oh. I thought it was you changing ac name

All of us dragons look the same to you, huh?

 

[ThrillingHuman]

All of us dragons look the same to you, huh?

Hey, I have dragon friends! A cousin thrice removed of mine is even married to one!

 

[georgelee5786]

I recall the time I was golfcarting around with a friend on his father's golfcart. My house has a hill in front of it and we liked driving down it at full speed. My dumbass buddy was midway down the hill one time and turned.

He flipped the golfcart on its side.

I was flung out, and hastily rolled away, but not fast enough as the top of the golf cart since managed to bang the edge of my head. With great haste, we righted it, and then laughed a bit over it. Then my father returned home and saw us standing on the hill near the golf cart. He stopped to inquire what was wrong, and, not wanting him to know what we had done, told him its battery was dying. He volunteered to help us push it, and so he did, with me and my buddy pretending that the golf cart couldn't easily make it back up the hill. A bit later when we were home free, we noticed that the golf cart frame was bent badly, and hastened to right it by banging it with a hammer. I recall someone walked by. He must have found it very interesting to look at. We managed to mostly right it, so that no one would notice the frame was bent unless they were very carefully examining it for some reason, or new to look for the bend. No one did, and so we got away with it.

Another time, we were standing a bit in the woods, and he went to pee, facing the road, right as the Google maps car with the camera on top drove by. I had a good laugh over the idea of his dick being on Google maps.

 

[Rhaps]

This happen when I was in the last year of high school. I was a middle man for drug dealers, delivering weed and vapes to customers and all of that (had to stop because I was focusing on school)

One night I decided to go around the city, something I do all the time. But this time, I went to a common drop off place, in front of a committe office - a governmental body, in the middle of a busy street.

I saw one of my former client doing business with a guy in my class who still deliver drugs.

Nothing really happen, I just came up to them and watch. They obviously got uneasy since I was wearing a full face helmet, so they didn't see my face. I just kept watching after the deal was done, which they booked it really fast.

Acting sus while witnessing sus activity is fun, especially seeing people panicking to process faster.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

No.
You obviously don't know of me yet. All my personal stories are hysterical or dark and tortured tales of woe. Usually both. I don't want to ruin the mood.

tell them!

 

[TheEldritchGod]

tell them!

The mind knows not what the tongue wants.
And I see you went with the terrifying avatar.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

The mind knows not what the tongue wants.
And I see you went with the terrifying avatar.

Wdym, it's cute as Hell.

 

[RepresentingDesire]

No.
You obviously don't know of me yet. All my personal stories are hysterical or dark and tortured tales of woe. Usually both. I don't want to ruin the mood.

I would love to hear them.

This happen when I was in the last year of high school. I was a middle man for drug dealers, delivering weed and vapes to customers and all of that (had to stop because I was focusing on school)

One night I decided to go around the city, something I do all the time. But this time, I went to a common drop off place, in front of a committe office - a governmental body, in the middle of a busy street.

I saw one of my former client doing business with a guy in my class who still deliver drugs.

Nothing really happen, I just came up to them and watch. They obviously got uneasy since I was wearing a full face helmet, so they didn't see my face. I just kept watching after the deal was done, which they booked it really fast.

Acting sus while witnessing sus activity is fun, especially seeing people panicking to process faster.

@Rhaps you show once again that you are based.

Wdym, it's cute as Hell.

It's cute because it's terrifying.

I was some years(definetly more than 5) ago in the Phantasia Land (german amusement park). It was an emotional time, I and my father together traumatized me. I've got a dislike for height and speeds and I accidentally got in the queue of an (supposedly slow) roller-coaster and I was really pale thereafter. One hour later I got accidentally in the queue of a free fall tower, guess who didn't let me go once I realised my mistake and guess who screamed insults and had thereafter a height trauma. It boosted quite a bit my distrust of other human beings. Some years later the story more or less repeated itself only with bridges in a forest that are thirty meters over the ground level, this time it was in a masochistic way pleasant tho, I guess silver linings are nice.

 

[TheEldritchGod]

tell them!

So I used to be an over-the-road truck driver.

I got to ride with Harold as a co-driver for a while. Or as I liked to call him, The Harold of Death. The guy had a story of doom, death, and destruction everywhere we went. One day we were driving on the I94 hauling a load of tombstones and he told me a story about how he had to pull over on the side of the road at night to take a leak. As he was peeing in the snowbank behind his truck so he couldn't be seen from the road, he saw something in the snow that his pee revealed.

It was a sneaker.

On a lark he kicked it, and it had something in it.

A human foot.

And I called bullshit. I told him he was full of crap. I had heard so much BS from this guy, that was a bridge too far. And Harold, calmly, without saying a word, got in the back of the cab. I thought he was mad. He was quiet for a while. But it turns out he was looking for something. He came back up front to show me a Polaroid picture of a frozen human foot along with part of the leg about six inches sticking up out of a sneaker.

Then he started to tell me about how he got to deliver siding to Bill Cosby's dead son.

Someday I will tell you about how he owned a mountain, was part of Heaven's Gate (the cult that all killed themselves to visit the aliens behind the Hale-Bopp comet), and how he once tried to teach me how to astrally project while we were hurtling down a narrow two-lane highway on the side of a Mesa in Utah at about 90 MILES PER HOUR with no less than 65,000 pounds of marble loaded on a flatbed truck.

 

[RepresentingDesire]

So I used to be an over-the-road truck driver.

I got to ride with Harold as a co-driver for a while. Or as I liked to call him, The Harold of Death. The guy had a story of doom, death, and destruction everywhere we went. One day we were driving on the I94 hauling a load of tombstones and he told me a story about how he had to pull over on the side of the road at night to take a leak. As he was peeing in the snowbank behind his truck so he couldn't be seen from the road, he saw something in the snow that his pee revealed.

It was a sneaker.

On a lark he kicked it, and it had something in it.

A human foot.

And I called bullshit. I told him he was full of crap. I had heard so much BS from this guy, that was a bridge too far. And Harold, calmly, without saying a word, got in the back of the cab. I thought he was mad. He was quiet for a while. But it turns out he was looking for something. He came back up front to show me a Polaroid picture of a frozen human foot along with part of the leg about six inches sticking up out of a sneaker.

Then he started to tell me about how he got to deliver siding to Bill Cosby's dead son.

Someday I will tell you about how he owned a mountain, was part of Heaven's Gate (the cult that all killed themselves to visit the aliens behind the Hale-Bopp comet), and how he once tried to teach me how to astrally project while we were hurtling down a narrow two-lane highway on the side of a Mesa in Utah at about 90 MILES PER HOUR with no less than 65,000 pounds of marble loaded on a flatbed truck.

How interesting.

 

[TheEldritchGod]

How interesting.

When I did stand up comedy, I based an entire routine on Harold and the three weeks I road around with him. Truth told, I believe everything he told me. EVERYTHING. I don't think he lied once.

You know why?

Because when I stopped riding with him, on our last load, I got to drop Harold off, at his MOUNTAIN. He owned... an entire... MOUNTAIN in South (or was it north?) Carolina.

And on that mountain, he had a SWISS CHALET. A three story building that looked more like a SKI RESORT than a building that one man owned and lived in. And after I pulled up to the turn around for his home (I went up bobtail. Had to leave the load at the bottom), We shook hands, he got out, and was greeted by a Double-D Blond Haired girl in Pigtails that looked like she fell off a box of chocolates. She looked like she was 16. She came running out, all smiles and laughing.

I thought it was his grand-daughter.

Harold was about 70 at the time. He looked like he was 50, but he was 70. A tall lanky man.

And they embraced, Like I expected a girl to hug her grandfather.

...

And then he grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and spun around with her.

and I think he tried to remove her tonsils with his tongue.

What little I could verify about the man, no matter how insane, always turned out to be true.

 

[RepresentingDesire]

When I did stand up comedy, I based an entire routine on Harold and the three weeks I road around with him. Truth told, I believe everything he told me. EVERYTHING. I don't think he lied once.

You know why?

Because when I stopped riding with him, on our last load, I got to drop Harold off, at his MOUNTAIN. He owned... an entire... MOUNTAIN in South (or was it north?) Carolina.

And on that mountain, he had a SWISS CHALET. A three story building that looked more like a SKI RESORT than a building that one man owned and lived in. And after I pulled up to the turn around for his home (I went up bobtail. Had to leave the load at the bottom), We shook hands, he got out, and was greeted by a Double-D Blond Haired girl in Pigtails that looked like she fell off a box of chocolates. She looked like she was 16. She came running out, all smiles and laughing.

I thought it was his grand-daughter.

Harold was about 70 at the time. He looked like he was 50, but he was 70. A tall lanky man.

And they embraced, Like I expected a girl to hug her grandfather.

...

And then he grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and spun around with her.

and I think he tried to remove her tonsils with his tongue.

What little I could verify about the man, no matter how insane, always turned out to be true.

He's on of the more interesting beings that reside on this apparently.

 

[J_Chemist]

Oh now this is a thread I could find myself in trouble within.

 

[TheEldritchGod]

He's on of the more interesting beings that reside on this apparently.

Well... 1996 was an interesting year.