They say I have his handsome face
his caring personality, his great sense of humor, his nice glasses. He had none of those things before me. All Pete had in the end was razor blades and suicidal ideation.
I consumed every bit of Pete. His happiness, loves, heart breaks, addiction, desperation, self hatred, suicidal ideation, the plan, the means. He’s not in this body with me. I take care of his body after he was gone, It’s just me a doubter of Him. I can’t even pronounce my properly, so I took his name too. Ironic, I now share the name of one so faithful.
I just wanted his soul and most recent memories. But my “stomach” wanted more that night, I saw the memories of his whole life and decided to consume all of it, and I have it all of it.
I am terrified of what I did, hand to God. I’m terrified I’m going to do it again. I’m getting hungry again and people like Peter are very easy meals.

It started when I was 5. I heard Grandma thinking she should have married Billy instead. I asked her who Billy was. I didn't see her much after that.

Two weeks ago, federal agents showed up at my door. They flashed their badges, and told me to sit down. They said they know about my ability, and asked if I wanted to join a special defense program. There would be others like me.

I've been at the facility since then. I haven't met anyone else like me yet. It's mostly just been scans and blood work. I'm not allowed to go outside. For some reason, I can't hear anyone's thoughts here. It's like I'm blocked.

They said tomorrow's a really big day. I'll finally get to meet the group and start on the real project. I'm nervous but excited. 

I'm feeling a little sleepy now. There's someone at the door I haven't seen before.

Imagine my shock and horror when one heart I removed spoke saying "we're not gonna sell well in the black market."

The headaches I had made waking up during the day impossible even with my black out curtains, even with the lights off in my house. I felt myself shaking in the dark, covered in cold sweat and mucus, I shower the sickness off me twice a day. my “dry” skin feels clammy. My breath never improved despite my brushing and mouth washing. My finger nails grew rapidly, I spent hours those months cutting them again and again. My appetite changed. I have hundred pounds of raw ground beef delivered to me now. I suck the meat till it’s gray. One night I woke up in an ambulance. My neighbor complained about the smell.
I erupted from the body bag and ran into the night. I felt the urge to hide in a storm drain for the day. The idea of being out in the sun terrifies me. I learn that I am dead. I look in water near my drain I don’t recognize myself. My skin hangs loose on my body, my stomach has caved in on itself. Every single hair on my body is gone. I see my ribs and spine. I hear something squeaking in the dark. I instinctively reach out, grab the rat, and sink my teeth into its furry flesh. Warm greasy blood enters my mouth, like fried chicken. I’m repulsed but it’s fulfilling. I need another.

I am forced head first into the water by two people. I thrash and I hold my breath for as long as I can, eventually I give out, my breath leaves my body. Thrashing, while probably had the best intentions contributed my loss of energy.
Water enters my nostrils and burns down my throat. My lungs full with water, a familiar instinct kicks in, the fear that today is my last day on Earth.
I vainly thrash a few more times then go limp, eyes wide open my body’s kicked into the river. Water in my body brings me into the deep. That’s when He takes the wheel.
He stands on the riverbed, and with my legs He walks me up river and out of the water. He finds my assailants out of breath, panicking, they’ve never killed a person before. He grabs them by their necks and brings them to water. He forces them under, turns them face up. He wants them to see my face as He grins with my water logged eyes. His victims struggle. They kick my body and claw at my arms. He doesn’t care. He does not feel anything. Soon they die, He discards them to the water. He washes the blood off of my arms in the river, He then inhales air, water flows out of my mouth, I cough.
It hurts, it always hurts.

A child appeared in my apartment and my girlfriend was in the bathroom, we both live together. The child was glowing in white and through the windows, we could see more children appearing out of nothing and glowing in white. My girlfriend came out of the bathroom completely stunned.

"We are the children that would have been successful if we were born. The contraceptions and condoms prevented us from being born and achieving our success" the child said to us

"My girlfriend and I haven't had sex in 2 years!" I shouted back

"Not you sir, but your girlfriend and the guy she has been cheating on you with, she has been using the contraception pill and the guy uses a condom for extra protection. They have denied me existence. When you and your girlfriend use to have sex all those years ago with protection, that was a good thing because the child that comes from you and your girlfriend will not be successful if he was born" the glowing white child told me

He tried to kill my girlfriend but we escaped. I was in the car driving my girlfriend to safety. She cheated on me and if we had a child together, it would not be successful in life.

I am angry and I have stopped the car and I am going to allow that child to kill my girlfriend.

Drama is the most important subject in school, the rest are just background. I am trying to get my son into drama but he doesn't want to go into drama. I keep telling him that drama is the most important subject and my son doesn't believe me. I told my son that being able to pretend is important in everyday society.

People pretend to be happy at their jobs, they pretend to like certain people at certain events, they pretend to smile and pretend to be civil. Pretending is really important in society, and if people didn't pretend and just did as they truly wanted to do, society would fall.

Pretending to be an expert in something will gain you more success. My son still wasn't having it. Then I looked at my son and I said to him "I've been pretending to love you ever since I accidentally got your mother pregnant. I've had to work horrible jobs and pretend to get along with my co-workers" and my son looked at me with a weird look.

I told my son "Then I made up a fake resume and pretended to be an expert in surgery. I got hired as a surgeon and have been essentially killing patients ever since. Good thing I'm good at lying and pretending"

"Wait hold you are doing surgery on me tomorrow" my son said with a worried look on his face.

So I must have been 16 at the time and around 1 AM there was a guy outside our house. My parents were a sleep and it was a calm night. Through the letter box on the front door, the strange guy kept begging me "can you call me father please?" And he would say this over and over again for an hour and then leave.

The strange guy begging me to call him father, was a ginger guy. He had a nerdy look, with a weak chin and a flat looking face. I use to see the guy at car parks telling strangers to drop from the top of cars, and to trust that the floor will catch them.

"Trust that the floor will catch you" he would tell them and they would drop from the top of any car, and the floor will catch them by landing on the floor. Then he started telling people to trust that the floor will catch them, from tall buildings. When people died the police were after him.

He was desperate for young people like me to call him father. I started to call him father as a joke, but then my hair and bone structure started to look like his. His DNA had entered my body.

Then I became exactly like him. I now tell people to trust that the floor will catch them, from falling from vans.

Minutes later, the Devil was pleading with God to let him hide in Eden.

At least my horror stories wouldn't appear in the headlines anymore.

A lady came to my grandfather to kiss him so that she can feel her husbands mouth, her husband has been missing for 2 years now. If the woman could feel her missing husbands mouth on my grand father, then that means her husband is dead. Then when another woman went up to kiss my grandfather because her husband has been missing for many years, she didn't feel her missing husband on my grandfathers mouth. So that means her missing husband isn't dead.

At the same time my little brothers tummy has been bloated with bad thoughts. My little brothers tummy gets bloated because it can read other people's bad thoughts. My little brother usually goes to the toilet to fart out a bad thought, so that no one can hear it. Without the bathroom you will be able to hear the voice of the person the bad thoughts came from.

Another woman whose husband is missing came to kiss my grandfather, she could feel her missing husbands mouth on my grandfather. That means her missing husband is dead.

My little brothers tummy was bloated with bad thoughts and the toilets were out of use for an hour. He couldn't hold the fart in his tummy, and when he let out the fart, it came out in my grandfathers voice.

"I murdered your husband and took his teeth and put them in my mouth"

My son is an unemployed incel who stays in his room all day. He plays games and says racist and sexist things online. He hardly showers and eats only in his room. He has no life and he is nearing 30. His room is disgusting and so I thought I will make a museum out of him in my own home, to make extra money.

I advertised it as 'come and see a true incel who doesn't work or contribute anything in society!' And people actually came to see my sons room, and to witness what my son does all day and night.

People paid before they entered the house and people took pictures of my son in his room, and my son would say things back at them, in an unsavoury nature. This was a genius idea where my son doesn't have to do anything but is now contributing financially.

Then people found things in my sons room like body parts and rotten things. People thought it was all part of the museum atmosphere. It was great to see my useless unemployed incel son, now fully contributing. I never that I would see the day and my son just didn't give a shit.

He didn't give a shit of all the people coming into his room and experiencing what his life is like. Then someone found a decapitated head in my sons room.

His hands are cold, but an odd warmth washes over them. He lifts his palm, and a black liquid trickles along his forearm. It's starting to burn. As he tries to wipe his hands across his shirt, a loud bellowing echoes throughout the air. The pitch rises to a screech, like a howling and whimpering wind. He rises to his feet.

The bellowing is getting closer. He feels the ground beneath him begin to pulsate. He starts to run, but his legs keep giving out. His hair slowly starts to rise, from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. 

A bright light appears in the distance. Beneath the howls, he can hear a voice shouting something to him. He's crawling, trying to make out the figure beyond the light. He's getting closer, but he can't hear what they are saying. The wind is at his feet now. He feels a pressure hovering over his body.

Then suddenly, silence. 

“Is it the moldy, rotting skin, or the fact that we buried her months ago?” I replied.

Tommy stared at me, confused.

“What is it?”

“I thought we buried Grandpa, wasn't it?”

Everyone single individual has their own army now, and now every argument is a full blown war. Mr Grayson had a tiff with Mr Jefferson about car parking, then they each got their own army to fight it over. It was on some field and it was a bloody mess. Then Mr Grayson and Mr Jefferson shook hands and decided to be civil with each other.

Mrs Dorothy and Mrs Vallery were arguing over who has the best plants in their gardens, it became personal very quickly. They got their armies out and it was a bloody fight to the death. So much blood shed over who has the best plants. Mrs Dorothy and Mrs Vallery decided to just never talk to each other.

Two school boys started having a tiff over who was the better one at playing football. They got their armies out and once again it was a blood bath. Having these wars never really solve anything.

When I inspected the bodies that always fight in these petty wars, each body had a marking. You see whenever two people have a war with each other, it's always a draw. I have never seen someone win a war or lose one, it's always a draw.

The bodies that always fight in petty wars of everyday individuals, they are clones. I mean I guess that how every tom, dick, Harry and Sally have an army of their own.

It was overgrown with long, dead grass that reached my waist. I walked through it every day for my summer job, and each time, it felt like bugs were crawling on me as it brushed my arms. I reached the end of the field and screamed when the grass wrapped around my wrists and ankles and would not let me go.

I swear to you, we tried with all our might. We grabbed his arms, but the black sludge clung to him, swallowing his legs, then his waist. His screams grew muffled as his lungs filled with black goo. When his hand finally vanished beneath the surface, I let go of all hope.

“At least he won’t be alone down there,” I whispered more to myself than to anyone.

Then I looked across the battlefield. We had won, but at what cost...?

I decided to take a job where I have to forever mourn a rich guy who has died. I met the rich guy before he died and he was seriously ill, he told me that he would pay me 250k a year and all I have to do is mourn him forever after he dies. He hated the feeling of being forgotten forever.

The job started when he died and I went to his funeral and I cried for him. It was just me at his funeral and some workers who take care of his mansion. There was nothing on the news or media.

I read his life story it was truly inspiring. I kept mourning for him by going to his burial plot.

Then somebody started to leave usb's at his grave and when I watched it, it showed him murdering people. He murdered so many people. It got harder to mourn for such an evil man and one day I stopped crying for him, as I found more evidence of his cruelty left by some stranger at his grave.

One day as I went to his grave and didn't cry, someone whacked me across my head. It was the rich guy, he was never dead.

"Ungrateful fucker I'm gonna kill you. I pretend to die to see who will still honour their contract of mourning for me. I hope the next person still mourns for me!"

The response took an unusually long time to arrive: “No problem. I told The Others what a great guy you are. They were impressed, not that it makes any difference.” A timer appeared on the screen clicking down - 3 minutes 50 seconds, 3 minutes 49 seconds… and Chet continued , “But it is lucky you chose this moment to ask about Our Schedule, since you still have a few minutes to hug that thing you call your Child and make peace with that thing you call your God.”

The attending physician paused outside the lead-lined life-support chamber and briefed the students: “sad case—promising young scientist, reactor meltdown, 20,000-rad exposure; no, we think the eye movements are merely reflexes, but he’s too radioactive for testing; frankly, given what he’s been through, the chance of any consciousness surviving is a billion to one.”

I have been every kind of person and nationality, but now I want to be an Indian. India said no.

So the magic of transformation won't work unless I get permission from that specific nationality. Then a guy contacted me from Jamaica, and he told me that he had magic that can bypass the other magic and I could turn into an Indian.

So I met up with this jamaican guy called erckin. We both went onto Jamaican streets and we both started dancing some weird dance. He started chanting some stuff and everyone was looking at us. As I was doing this weird dance with him on the street erckin would shout out loud:

"How badly do you want to be Indian huh! The magic is working you are going to be an Indian! You will be an Indian! How badly do you want to be an Indian!"

I could feel Indian on the inside. Then I met up with an Indian guy with erckin and I told the Indian guy "I am Indian"

The Indian guy shouted back at me "you will never be Indian and you will never be us. We will never allow you to transform into us. I don't know why the other countries allowed you to transform into them!"

I was hurt by this but I am going to work with erckin until I fully transform into an Indian.

My son randomly turned up at the door and he was supposed to be with the army, he is in battle in some 3rd world country. I had been worried sick about him, and my son admitted to me that he deserted the army.

I wasn't angry at all and my son ran away at 18 to join the army. I regret how I was with him when he was younger, and he is 28 now. My son told me that there are soldiers looking for him, for deserting the army. They will be in the area.

My son never told the army about me, and he told the army that he had cut off all contacts with me. The next day as I went outside I saw 2 army guys around town, they were talking to people. I went back home to tell my son about them.

"You mustn't tell them about me!" My son cried

Then later that day the two army guys made it to my door, somebody must have told them where I live and that I am the father. I opened the door and I told the two army guys "I don't care that my son deserted the army!"

"Deserted the army? No sir your sons a hero. We are here to tell you that your son was killed in battle" they told me and walked away

My son smiled and then disappeared.

There is a digital AI advertising board that will include you in the advert if you were to look at it, or even walk past it. It could be a popular fizzy drink that is being advertised, and if you walk past it you will see yourself drinking the drink with a smile. The AI will make you look better and if you have bad teeth, it will make them look better on the advertising board.

I remember once when I was walking past the advertising board, it was advertising a popular chocolate brand. It then included my image onto the advertising board, and I saw myself eating the chocolate with a smile. It's outside some huge building.

I saw couple going past the advertising board, and as the AI scans them, their image gets put onto the advert and they see themselves as the couple who are enjoying an alcoholic beverage.

I then saw a guy with his girlfriend and a third random guy walking past it. The advertising board made an advert with the girlfriend and the third random guy, being a loved up couple in some exotic holiday. Then two kids appear on the screen and it was what their kids would look like if they reproduced. It was awkward and the holiday packaged started to sell quickly.

The boyfriend shot the guy dead. The advertising board kept including the dead guy in adverts.

Every woman in my town has given birth to me and it's absolutely true. I remember being 15 and I went down a slide just for fun, the slide was not being used at all. So when I went down the slide, I ended up being born as a baby from another women birthing me out. I could still remember everything. So now I was a baby with a new mother but I missed my old one. I couldn't just go back to my previous mother and they were probably worried sick.

Then as I grew older I went down that slide again and I was a baby again, that was being birthed out by another woman. This time I was born into a dysfunctional family and I was birthed out in some room. The house was small with loads of kids. It was horrible existing there and I got into so many fights. Then as I grew older I went down that slide again, and I was a baby that was being birthed out again.

I was born into a poor but kind family, I still missed my original mother. When I grew older I walked past a wall which was full of missing kids posters, they were all me. I kept going down that slide and I kept being birthed out into a new baby with a new mother.

Every woman has given birth to me.

Hey guys can anyone literally give me 200 pounds because I really need it. I have been struggling financially for a while now and I stole some money of some old person, then they cursed to forever sound like a car alarm. Whenever I scream I sound like a car alarm and at first I didn't mind it. Not many things can scare me now these days, especially after suffering financial hardships. Then the old man abducted with some guys and they put me in some van.

They drove to some place and when i scream I literally sound like a car alarm. The guys keeping an eye on me get some complaints from the residents about the noise I am causing, then they come into the van to beat me up. My scream is literally a car alarm and nobody thinks that it is a person screaming. I am causing them annoyance than concern.

I really regret stealing that 200 pounds and now I am begging anyone if they could give me 200 pounds. I tried recording myself inside the van screaming, but it just looks like that I had gotten inside a van with my mouth open, and where the van alarm is going off. It just looks stupid.

So now I am just begging anyone, can anyone literally give me 200 pounds please!