Lacquered wood and cold steel were the only things he could feel over the din of his sorrow. A harsh gust echoed across his mindscape, his gut rising and falling with every melancholy breath. The skylights refracted the darkness of the stormy night sky, twisting it, coiling it around his heart. A ragged breath escaped his trembling lips, a drop of sweat rolled through his stubble and onto the carpet. Then, a gunshot shook the room with a resounding crack. Then there was silence. And a shrill scream. A familiar woman came crashing through the doorway moments later, and knelt beside him on blood splattered carpet. "What did you do? What did you do? Oh god please no." "You'll be okay, just give me a minute," she sputtered, feebly stroking through her late husband's hair. "I'll fix it, just hold on please," she pleaded, as tears clouded her vision. She spent the next few minutes sobbing into his chest, her face and hair becoming bloodied. Hysterical crying and the scent of copper permeated the room, and before long sirens were distracting her from the darkness. She stood, sniveling, and lethargically walked to the front door. The knock came right as she touched the doorknob, and it revealed a pair of uniformed officers. The first of the two, the elder and higher in rank, opened his mouth to say something but was taken immediately back by her appearance in the doorway. Light pooling from the kitchen framed her sullen, bloody silhouette. "Can you tell me what happened here?" His voice was gruff and apathetic. His partner, by contrast a pretty woman in her early thirties, nudged him aside gently and introduced herself. "My name is Kelly, we're here to help. We have a few questions as well..." she trailed off as the shadow in the doorway gestured inside and turned around. She didn't look back as she led them to the carpeted sunroom where her husband lay cooling in a small puddle of blood. Her naturally tan face made a pale contrast to the pale moonlit room. Kelly steered her by the shoulder to the corner, and blocked her view of the corpse with her body. Soothingly she asked "Is there anyone I can call for you?" A subtle lateral shake of the head was her response. "Can you tell me your name?" "Eliza... his name was Douglas," she choked out, before a new series of sobs silenced her. Behind them, the veteran officer made a call on his radio. "Requesting coroner, do not send EMS. Looks like a suicide." He droned on a bit longer, but no further attention was paid to him. Eliza made her best effort to collect herself. She was surprised but secretly thankful that her daughter had not awoken from the commotion. She had always slept like a rock, much to Eliza's precious chagrin and current relief. "Kelly, I need to go tell my daughter." Kelly's face sank. To witness the death of anyone was hard enough on the psyche, both on her and those of the family. To see a child involved, that was heartbreaking. Perhaps in time, Kelly would gain the battle hardened callousness that her partner exuded on a daily basis, but she hadn't yet suffered through enough of this hell to lose her compassion. "I can come with you if you need-" "No thank you," she mumbled, "cops scare her." With that, she gently brushed past the woman and made her way down the hallway. She couldn't get her mind off of the loss of her husband, but she was grateful for the two solid oak doors and thick walls separating the rooms of this suburban house. She paused at the door, fighting back a new wave of tears. She wanted to present an aura of strength to her daughter. She would attempt to tell her the usual lies that parents tell their children about death, but knew her daughter to be old enough to see past the euphemisms. She turned the handle.
The room was darker than night. Eliza pulled out her phone to use as a makeshift flashlight to avoid waking her precious child into what would be a night she remembered forever. Monique was snoring loudly with a pillow over her head as she entered the room, and Eliza couldn't help but smile at her beauty. She looked angelic with her short blonde hair covering up part of her face. A forced smile was etched onto Monique's face from the way her head lay on the pillow. Eliza knelt on the dark hardwood floor beside the bed and rested an arm on the nightstand and the other on her daughter's exposed cheek. In moments, her life would be never be the same again. Could she bring herself to break this news? Yes. Better her than a cop. She began stroking her cheek gently while saying her name, to no avail. She knew it would take more than that to rouse her daughter, she was just being a coward. "Monique, it's time to get up," she said loudly, pulling the pillow off her head and shaking a shoulder. This method proved more effective than the last, and two miniature oceans fluttered open. "Mommy? W-what is all over your face?" Eliza let her jaw run slack in horror as she realized she was partially covered in blood. She tried to say something but words escaped her. Perhaps she would need help after all. "I'll be right back, just stay there sweetheart." She stepped away quickly, hiding her face. The bathroom was only a few feet from the doorway of the small bedroom. She stepped inside and locked the door with shaking hands. Her eyes stung from the harsh incandescent light of the ceiling fixture. When she was able to open them again, the person staring back at her from the mirror was not the person she knew. This person - stranger - was bloody and forlorn. She couldn't make sense of reality, and for a moment she questioned her existence and that this night was even happening. "Come on Liz, hold it together. For her, not for you. For her." She worked desperately to regain enough sense to tell her child the truth.
It only took a few minutes for her to clear the blood off her face, but they did not go uninterrupted. "Mommy? What happened? Why are there people in the house?" Monique asked, pounding lightly on the door. "I'll be out in a second and I'll explain..." She offered, drying her hands, with a hand towel. She inhaled deeply and exited the bathroom. Monique was waiting at the door, with a curious look on her face. "There are people in there," she said, pointing toward the scene. Eliza whispered a silent thank you that her daughter hadn't gone to investigate, and led her to her bedroom where they sat down together on the edge of her bed. "Monique, daddy has gone to a better place." She lied, the words feeling like venom as they poured out of her mouth. "We won't see him anymore, but he will always be with us in our hearts." Trying to embellish the truth had made little difference, Monique understood the implication and reacted with shock. "Is he really gone? Daddy could never die, he's too strong for that." Her face contorted in fear. "Is that why those people are here? Did they hurt him?" "No, they are here to help." Eliza embraced her in a firm hug. "Everything will be okay, I promise." The two of them sat there for some time.
A knock on the open doorway roused them from their thoughts. "I found this paper on the desk in there, it is addressed to you." She accepted the paper without a word. Monique tried to read over her shoulder but Eliza hid it from her. She could never know how this truly happened until she was older.
Dear Liz If you are reading this, I've done a terrible thing to you and Monique. I'm sorry, truly I am. I've been struggling for a long time and I can no longer find a reason to live. You have been the most wonderful wife that a man could ever have, and Monique is the child any father would have wanted. I love you both very much, please forgive me for what I've done. There is money in the safe for Monique to go to college, and I left everything in your name. Take care of her for me, I'll be looking out for you from above, if above exists. I love you very much.
By the time she had finished reading the letter for the fifth time, it was mottled by tears. The ink ran in little rivers that obscured the page. It fell to the floor.
Lacquered wood and cold steel were the only things he could feel over the din of his sorrow. A harsh gust echoed across his mindscape, his gut rising and falling with every melancholy breath. The skylights refracted the darkness of the stormy night sky, twisting it, coiling it around his heart. A ragged breath escaped his trembling lips, a drop of sweat rolled through his stubble and onto the carpet. He pulled the revolver away from his head. He fingered the cylinder release, and it popped open. Six unspent shells clattered to the floor. A cold shudder ran up his spine. He glanced off toward the nightstand as he stood, and at the sheaf of paper lying on it. He took the paper outside, and lit it on fire. The flames licked it delicately, the clean lettering nothing more than ash in the wind. He dropped it as the flames reached his hand, and it burned completely before it hit the ground.
Birth from fire, he thought. Like a Phoenix.
Needs an updoot Proof: Solds: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198068412014#!/compare/1486166400/1486339200~ sold for a latern veil + 147 pure (using near ID)
Mini: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198068412014#!/compare/1486425600/1486512000~ sold for a Scorching Flames Lord Cockswain's Pith Helmet ~ pending sugg from sin at 100 + 20 keys
~ 120 + 147 = 267
Sold #2: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198153402711#!/compare/1489968000/1490054400~ 420
I have a general idea on how much they are but it's good idea to know a more pproceed price. One is a Infernal Smoke Taunt: Kazotsky Kick and the other is Starstorm Slumber Bolted Bicorne. so if you are an expert on prices then please leave a comment down below.
Bongolata Bong-GO-lah-tah also bongolataed v. (of a name or word) to read so quickly an unfamiliar word in an attempt to say it fluently, that an incorrect mispronunciation and soon after, an incorrect spelling is formed
The Overwatch community bongolataed Overwatch's 24th hero, Orisa, forming the common misspelling Orsia.
Etymology: My cousin, Lolek Bongalonta. I never knew my cousin's last name, just knew him as Lolek. I was interested in finding his last name one time, and searched on Facebook. I saw the name for a good half a second and went on with my life. For 2 whole years, I thought his name was Bongolata, until the truth destroyed me.
(stare from beyond slopers)
Foamy? more like No(o)by (say that like toby an N) Proof: Solds: It's 1 of 1, 1 year outdated, of course theres only 1 sale, plus this took a while http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198191884618#!/compare/1482364800/1482451200~ sold with 2 keys sweets (actually go on the stats, the bp.tf price sugg for them is bad) and a inferno fubar ~ 29.5 (30) for a GE tower ~ 61
http://www.tf2outpost.com/trade/28651207~ also supports drop
minis: http://backpack.tf/suggestion/589e65bae338775b6f213a52 http://backpack.tf/suggestion/589e6c370e2cad148950a89a
it would make it like 30. Which is like a 50% drop.
Do not trust this user. Scammed me out of $70-80 dollars, then started harrasing me and calling me names before deleting and blocking me.
Other names: QL1MAX, Blue-eyes white dragon
I could go ham on this guy with all the personal info i know about him. But I'm not that much of a bitch, just if you come across him or do work for him. Don't trust this deceiving, lying cunt.
So I was offered a collecters Force a Nature with the Pro KS of Sheen: Manndarian and KIllstreaker: Incinerator for my Cloud 9 Stronium Stove Pipe, but i dont know how to price it. The guy said it was worth 15 keys but idk
mm okay Proof: Solds: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198108628484#!/compare/1484352000/1484438400~ sold for 75 pure (yes they match... dunno what happened with beak)'
Tbh i think the classified buyer saw this and is now offering the same thinking he can make a profit https://i.gyazo.com/cbf30fde746cff2ff94b8d8de2fa3010.pngbut this could cancel the sale out
Sold #2: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198241626012#!/compare/1483401600/1483488000~ sold for 73 (mixed).....
Sold #3: http://backpack.tf/profiles/76561198125247757#!/compare/1484438400/1484524800~ probably around 100, needs batters mini which i cant get without prem
U can use this, just cred
https://www.csgolive.com(use code deadboom)
http://csgoworld.com/(press free coins, use code deadboom)
http://csgopolygon.com/(click on your name, redeem, use code DEADBOOM)
http://www.csgoroll.it/(click on ur name and press redeem and use code boom)
Yes, I love mass media as my major, I have a goal to change a lot in my world (middle east, we suck atm) but there is no single day that passes by that I don't think of dropping out from my major, seeing the future subjects and the amount of bullshit that I will never benefit from (except killing my gpa) .. I think to myself that I can save all the money that Dad pisses on slightly useless education, study a diploma that will take what a year or two and with the same amount of info that i will spend 4 years taking and spending much more, eh thinking about it more and more just hurts my head, whateva.
Having a Syrian nationality is probably the worst thing that you won't even wish your worst enemy to have, I'm stuck with it and it is really a pain in the ass, I can't work here (Jordan), can't get a car, can't work, they barely even let me in at first .. but I have this friend of mine that introduced me to a direct trade (i think?) company that I can work in either by selling products or getting new employees to join, i'm going to see them tomorrow, while I don't think that it will work out (because I suck socially and i need to be super social to work properly) i will give a shot, seeing how much Dad spends on my siblings and I it will be welcome to have my own income, I would love to work in a restaurant or whatever but sadly i can't .. fuck war yeah.
I met this girl in senior year of high-school, she have this retarded boyfriend (well tbh she wasn't that smart at that time either) .. we started talking a lot , I learnt nearly everything about her (and her tragic life story, suddenly she transferred from that not smart girl to a girl that I adore and really like, never judge a book by its cover eh) and she knew shit-ton about me as well, she was the friend that I could always lean on when I couldn't share with family or normal friends and it was awesome. She broke up with that dickhead when he moved away to university .. I never really confessed my love for her because I know I am not ready and i'm not ready to break her heart that she is still trying to heal, yes I tried (and did) confess my love to her, I also explained that i don't think am ready and she said the same .. good think we are still really close best friends even if we are in different countries and might never meet again, oh how things change in 2 years.
Life is a roller coaster and is a good one if you accept that bad things that can happen to you, enjoy it while it lasts >
< a very nice song
Meh. Proof: Solds: https://i.gyazo.com/b8bfded796daab9de7bd727e9f691077.png~ bought 4 for 4 ref each ~~~~ Another in hold at 3 ref
Steam market supports drop: https://i.gyazo.com/62d37bd2bcda0ac2b31d543dd1e7df63.png(selling for 9.88 and more at 10 ref) ~ counting ref at 0.9
Buyers: https://i.gyazo.com/7ef61cce3beda9a85956891ebd9a1490.png~ 5.11 and 4 ref
Monday I went to the doc to take some medicines for a small flu I got, and of course I took the chance to skip University the next day, you know, to revisit the kid inside that would fake a sickness to miss school.
Tuesday morning when I stared in the mirror, something didn't look right, my hair was a mess, my beard was scary and I was looking like a homeless drug addict. When I was trimming my beard I decided to go all the way, and suddenly my fabulous long hair was gone, trimmed, destroyed and I was feeling happy, then sad, then indifferent because this wasn't the first time that I decide to kill my hair .. now I feel free and motivated more than the guy who stared at the mirror in the morning.
Sometimes we have to just change something to prevent life from being dull, colourless, boring. Whether it is killing your hair, getting away from social media, getting isolated and listening to music while staring at the sky doing absolutely nothing. Things that we like doing might be our biggest enemy, change is fun and adds a new dimension to a dull life.
P.s please don't tell Mom that I killed my hair, because I will be next.
Sometimes when you feel like you are a pile of crap, you just want to be gone, forgotten, alone and not talking to anybody, you feel like you are worthless, and why would anyone besides your parents care about you .. and this feeling sucks; but it is incredibly satisfying.
Being alone, away from social media, away from friends and loved ones, on paper, is hard .. but sometimes you have to take the chance to just sit with yourself, evaluate your life, know your true friends from normal mates, see the world from others point of view, self shame and judge .. it is tough yet incredibly rewarding and refreshing.
Turn off Facebook, Snapchat, Instgram or whatever you use to see and stalk other humans .. find something more exciting to do, listen to music, write, read and at night close the lights and sit with yourself, have a quick chat and embrace it and then go on and take over the world.
After all, we gotta surround ourselves by people who truly love you and care for you, family and friends are a real treat and cure from life beatings.
Real life is a real messy asshole-ish fun, so I'm making this blog like a digital personal diary because I don't have any one irl This will be long and boring, but let me try and re-run the blog section as I see not much interest in this section
If someone asks me why am I here writing about my boring life, I would have no realistic answer.
My name is Karam, I'm 19 years old who is currently studying Journalism in Jordan. I studied 1 year of Engineering but it wasn't interesting, so I switched to Journalism this academic year and 9/10 was my first day; I hope it goes good.
Moving away from family after being the youngest isn't the easiest thing in the world, I miss my parents but I love it to be my own man for once (arabs can relate, I think). Leaving Engineering was no easy task, you see most arabs LOVE Medicine, Engineering and those mainstream degrees, when I told my Mom I was going to pursue a career in Journalism she wasn't too please to hear it, after 4 months, she still wasn't convinced so now I'm on a mission to prove everyone wrong, and to prove to myself that I got what it takes to change the world.
Yes, changing the world, sounds crazy enough, but in reality we are all capable of doing that if we can surround ourselves with winners, believers and hard workers; which is sadly what most arab countries don't have.
Life is fun, it really is. Yes their are wars going on, hate is the norm now, depression hits more often than not, but looking at the bright side of life, we can make it colourful, I have an inner belief that my generation will be better than our ancestors. I don't believe in wars, hate or religion dividing humans, and I hope and know that most my generation thinks this way and I hope for better days on this planet.
I don't even know what I wrote, oh well; this is what happens when you didn't have a clue on what to do with life for 19 years.
Go out there and have a great day ladies and gentlemen (will anyone even read this blog iunno). Don't forget to smile and try to give joy for people around you
also egalisise, egaliside,
(in a video game) Specialisation in a video game character
He had much egalis as the Soldier in Team Fortress 2, such that playing Pharah was a seamless transition.