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I’ve noticed there can sometimes be a little tension or misunderstanding between Tejanos and California Mexicans, but I’m not trying to say one is “more” or “less” Mexican than the other. It just seems like there are some real differences depending on upbringing and environment. Spanish Profeciency - A lot of Tejanos in grow up speaking mostly English with some “no sabo” Spanish or heavy Spanglish mixed in, while many Mexican communities in tend to be more bilingual overall, though Spanglish is still common there too. Social vibe – From what I’ve seen, Tejanos tend to be a bit more socially conservative, while California Mexicans, especially younger people and women, of...

**I. Backpacks and Pirates** The town that I grew up in was strange. Hidden within the mountains of New Hampshire, it was small, quiet. The type of town that most normal people would want to vacation to - a refuge, hidden away from the world's problems. Not the type of place that a kid wants to grow up in. We had a post office and a church, as well as a small grocery market - God only knows how it managed to stay in business. There were two restaurants also, both of which were run by the same person - *O’Nealie’s* served fish, and *Marty’s* served burgers. There were maybe twenty-odd houses, and that was generous. There was no school, so the miniscule amounts of children in ...

**Chapter 1: And Men Shall Call Him Fetus**     “Ron, we need to talk.”    Ellie is seated at her kitchen table, phone to ear, feet tapping out floor rhythms. Freely spilling tears smear her eye shadow Dalíesque.     “Whatta you mean?” Ron aggressively slurs.    She’d ***** him all along. With his whiskey breath and perpetually bloodshot oculi, only her loneliness permitted his actions—the things she’d actually allowed him to do to her. Only solitude keeps her from terminating his iniquitous seed.    “Remember that night at the plant…when I visited you at work? Remember the heat of the reactor as you violated me? You said you were infertile, Ron. You...

**Chapter 1: And Men Shall Call Him Fetus**     “Ron, we need to talk.”    Ellie is seated at her kitchen table, phone to ear, feet tapping out floor rhythms. Freely spilling tears smear her eye shadow Dalíesque.     “Whatta you mean?” Ron aggressively slurs.    She’d ***** him all along. With his whiskey breath and perpetually bloodshot oculi, only her loneliness permitted his actions—the things she’d actually allowed him to do to her. Only solitude keeps her from terminating his iniquitous seed.    “Remember that night at the plant…when I visited you at work? Remember the heat of the reactor as you violated me? You said you were infertile, Ron. You...

**Green Valley Jane Doe/”Areli Gomez Gomez” (July 2009)** * **DATE OF DISCOVERY:** July 13^(th), 2009 * **LOCATION OF DISCOVERY:** Green Valley, Pima County, Arizona, 85614, USA (31°48'11.9"N 111°05'40.2"W (31.803300, -111.094500)) * **ESTIMATED YEAR OF DEATH:** 2009 * **POSTMORTEM INTERVAL:** NCMEC notes “It is believed she had been deceased for a few weeks.” while Humane Borders notes "< 1 day" * **CONDITION OF REMAINS:** Humane Borders notes "Fully fleshed" while NamUs notes "Not recognizable – Decomposing/putrefaction" (Looking at her postmortem image, she would be recognizable to those who knew her) * **CAUSE OF ...

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TW: Child abuse and mentions of SA \*\*\* Whenever Spencer was gone and staying with his father, it felt like the nightmares got worse. Ramping up in frequency and intensity. Like the Shadow Man, as I’d come to call him, instinctively knew when I was alone and defenseless. Many hours of rest were lost to sleep paralysis as the entity stalked me in my room- just standing there silently observing me. The terror that resulted from the near constant nightly visits plagued me, following me around in the waking world. It was ruining my life. I was severely sleep deprived, forgetful, irritable, exhausted. My hair started to thin and fall out and I lost twenty-five pounds in the span of a mont...

TW: Child abuse and mentions of SA \*\*\* Whenever Spencer was gone and staying with his father, it felt like the nightmares got worse. Ramping up in frequency and intensity. Like the Shadow Man, as I’d come to call him, instinctively knew when I was alone and defenseless. Many hours of rest were lost to sleep paralysis as the entity stalked me in my room- just standing there silently observing me. The terror that resulted from the near constant nightly visits plagued me, following me around in the waking world. It was ruining my life. I was severely sleep deprived, forgetful, irritable, exhausted. My hair started to thin and fall out and I lost twenty-five pounds in the span of a mont...

TW: Child abuse and mentions of SA \*\*\* Whenever [Spencer](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1t889u7/i_think_my_house_is_haunted/) was gone and staying with his father, it felt like the nightmares got worse. Ramping up in frequency and intensity. Like the Shadow Man, as I’d come to call him, instinctively knew when I was alone and defenseless. Many hours of rest were lost to sleep paralysis as the entity stalked me in my room- just standing there silently observing me. The terror that resulted from the near constant nightly visits plagued me, following me around in the waking world. It was ruining my life. I was severely sleep deprived, forgetful, irritable, exhausted. My hai...

# Collateral - A Chess game A knight, shining armor, a mirror to a pawn right in front— Short, stuck, a reflecting cage. A path unseen, but open to a bishop or a queen: The simplest piece, not worth being killed, Not a part of the set, just collateral, Until a last square, You turn, an anomaly, when they see. But you are still a queen to protect the king of disability— Eight squares and the keys to "his majesty." Can't kill under pressure, oh no; To be saved, a damsel in distress shielded by the queen who pays. The whole board is a sacrifice for a castle, Disassembled, when a rook cannot think straight and jumps to save. No rules for a king. Th...

​ Sprinkles of rain pelted me as I raced down the river road. I wheezed, trying to keep up with Claire. Every breath tasted like dust kicked up by her red Schwinn, even after she vanished around the curve up ahead. My chest tightened. I thought of my mom constantly nagging me to always carry my inhaler, even though it’d been years since my last asthma attack.  Around the bend, Claire swerved from one side of River Road to the other, not pedaling. Her bike's sprocket sang mechanically, “I’m waiting for you.”  “Hurry up,” she shouted.  I left behind my own cloud of dust as I sped up. Gravel crunched under my tires. Leaning over the handlebars, I balanced o...

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You can make arguments about whether or not certain changes are good, but you can't say it looks exactly the same. In ong of Ryan Cohen's most recent interviews, this was one of the things I did not agree with. Making changes is one of the few things I would say eBay has done a lot of in the past few years, especially in the collectibles space. EBay has done a lot with grading add ons, authentication, and soon they will have Price guidance for trading cards.

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

*"Are you ready?"* *"As ready as I'll ever be."* Sunny And Adam stood on the front porch of his familiar childhood home. Overhead the sky was grey, and the ground was dusted with patches of melted snow, dirty with mud and the remnants of fallen leaves. He was wearing his leather jacket and a hat to stave off the chill. Sunny wore the knitted hood that Martha had made for her, along with a matching cloak in stunning blue to match her carapace. Sunny, and Drev in general for that matter, didn't really wear shoes, but Sunny wasn't used to the chill of Earth. She had originally insisted that it would be fine, but one step onto cold concrete had Adam raising ...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

My entire life changed in high school. Some people got a deeper voice, a few inches, and a scholarship to an impressive college. I got a broken home. My last year at Rythm Heights, for a long time, was something that needed to be relegated behind the doors of a therapist's office rather than a yearbook to look back on. Until I went to Pikeral Park. "Everyone is going after midnight tonight. You in?" Dylan asked. "You know parks are open during the day," I said as I closed the steel door of my locker, half paying attention to him. The rest of my focus dedicated to a Calc finale I was woefully unprepared for. Dylan rolled his eyes and elbowed me. "Dude. Two ...