Because I’m bored

I used to do this all the time

check out the story on the bottom comment that I'm working on if you want lol

same bro. and then you delete it 2 days later

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Isn't that the gore site?

So real

Not to vent or anything, but why isn’t this higher up in the Fun Stream? This has more upvotes than some of the other ones

Real

Can you please put your story as one of the comments on this meme?

Sure. It’s not finished yet
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GADCKXHbKMuqSnz2eVy7DcMA_8SVt0LjIj299lV7SnA/edit?tab=t.0
It’s about someone who just wants to float away

(1st part) Prisoner

It was May 15th. It was the day I would live in Hell. It was the day I would feel unimaginable pain. Pain so Hellish, so grotesque, I couldn’t help but smile like a wicked jester and laugh as a way of infinitesimally compensating for what was about to happen. My brain was mush. The part of it that conceives and thinks things had left around a day ago like a bad marriage. Only at this very moment was it starting to come back. Unfortunate. Unfortunate how I would be ever so slightly awake as to feel Hell.
I opened my bloodshot eyes to see even the faintest glimpse of sanctuary. Instead what I saw as I was looking down towards the right was one singular leg. On the left side was a swelled up bump of flesh, oozing with the cursed red liquid.
I was levitating. Not because I was supernatural, but because a person was carrying me with his shoulder on the left side of my face. So clean, with armor of silver and bronze. I couldn’t quite make out his face, but I could tell he was quite scared of sending me to Satan’s dungeon. If anything, I was thankful that he didn’t make me limp on one leg at the least. It did strike me, however, that it was only him helping me, so I looked to the other side of my body, only to find yet another swelled up bump with the same cursed red liquid trickling downwards. I couldn’t feel it though. It was an odd sensation not feeling the pain. Perhaps it was out of numbness or maybe how tense I was that it overdid the pain of losing an arm and a leg.
How could this happen? I kept thinking. Looking back on my past memories, my traumas to find what’d I done. It was hard, because all the conceivable memories stopped at the moment I had just woken from. I didn’t actually know if I was going to Hell, it was just a conscious note from before I was here.
I had almost thought that I had amnesia until I looked forward with my now half-clear vision.
There was a giant circular pit covered in tan dust at least 50 meters in diameter. Surrounding the pit was a large fence with people rioting and screaming. The poor ones had dirty and baggy clothes and were aggressively banging on the walls and the rich ones were sitting on custom porcelain chairs carried by their slaves and were screaming of excitement while trying not to choke on their roasted venison. I was almost in disbelief that I was the one all the people were staring at. The center of attention. That was until I looked at what was in the center of the pit.

(2nd part)
Inside the massive crater were three things: One, massive piles of brown shite; the type as big as woodland creatures. Two: an elk carcass so disgusting, fleshy and grotesque all at the same time. It was oozing out blood and flies. But that was just a small part of it. The majority of the said elk was filled to the brim with bones.
The final thing I saw shook me and made me remember what kind of Hell I would feel.
In the pit was a large and frivolous behemoth the size of a small castle with colossal wings larger than the pit itself. It had two hind legs with claws so large and sharp, you couldn’t even determine the endpoint. It had a large bulking sack the size of a hut coming out of its stomach and scales the color of the very thing that made up what was left of my right arm and left leg. Its head looked as if The Devil fused its aura with an antelope, only with demonic horns that looked indestructible. The most unsettling thing about it, however, were its eyes. They were cold and distant, yet as I stared into its pupils for longer, I could feel an intimate judgement roll into the back of my skull. Shriveling my spine. When I looked away, it thankfully stopped.
The beast was tied in chains to the far corner of the pit so it couldn’t escape. If anything, the beast looked like it wanted to stay for whatever was about to happen.
I looked at the person carrying me who was now flat-out petrified. He looked towards his upper-left at one of the nearby guards as he looked at him with a grin before nodding his head, indicating that my carrier was done with his job. So without a second thought, he unhesitantly let go of me and sprinted back inside the door I just came out of from the pit.
I dropped to the floor with a sudden thunk. Flat on my face. I could feel my face now bleeding, but I guess it didn’t matter at this point. I tried to pick myself up with my one arm, but only managed to barely sit upright with help from my left arm. I felt helpless and incomprehensibly weak. Like a stranded newborn with no one to help it.
A new man; one that looked like his ego matched his size, slowly made his way to the center of the pit, followed by two other men. Both of them had the same armor I saw from my carrier but both holding different things. The one on his left was carrying another prisoner, who looked beat up senseless but still very conscious and sort of clear-minded. More than me at least.

(3rd part)
The guy to his right was holding a large stick on his back with two buckets on each side that were steaming intensely. He also had a sword attached to his belt. Both of the containers were definitely made out of the beast’s scales.
Once the three men came to the center of the pit, the main one started yelling
“SILENCE!” he screamed proudly.
The entire audience quickly got control of themselves and stared right at him.
“My people of Nettuno!” “Today we are here to seek the judgement of two criminals that have fallen out of line!”
The crowd started yelling and cheering.
The main guy turned his head toward the other prisoner
“Oscar Pistorius,” he yelled. “For the crime of denying worship and expectorating our beloved king, you have been punished to severe torment over your right arm”
The prisoner got a cold sweat. Making a face that indeed looked scared, but also looked strangely relieved, as if he were expecting a worse punishment
The announcer then started to slowly turn his head right towards me in an unsettling manner.
“Victoria Levalle!” He pronounced in a chilling fashion as boos wept the crowd “For accusation of the notorious Wedding Murders exactly 15 days prior to today, you are hereby punished to excruciating agony and death via…” He paused, so that the audience could muster every inch of anticipation.
“...Dragon!”
The people of the pit yelled and cheered in excitement. It suddenly was now clear to me exactly what my fate was.
“Now!” He said, interrupting the cheers, “For those of you new to the Justice Pit!” He paused himself and then did a hand signal for the 2 men to come closer to him “I have two liquids!”
The man with the prisoner and the other man holding the two buckets with a stick on his back came forward and picked up the left bucket.
“This container that my colleague contains is excruciatingly hot oil that has been boiling for 48 hours non-stop in our nearby volcano”
The crowd gasped in shock. The man with the bucket walked slowly towards the prisoner while his carrier had left him on the ground. Said prisoner was doing his best to run away, but was too tired to even stand.
And then, the man holding the frightening liquid dumped the entire bucket of burning oil on the prisoner’s left arm all at once as quickly as he could. What came next was the prisoner’s arm immediately turning black like an overdone cattle steak. Only this time, it was in a matter of seconds.

(4th part)
The only thing that I, and the entire audience heard next was a scream sounding like the blaze of a fire burning through someone’s lungs. And for a long minute, it continued until his screams evolved into a painful grunting of agony.
The announcer smiled through it all. Frightening even the audience who was now a little less gum-ho about the execution.
And that wasn’t all.
The man with the stick now held the second bucket waiting for the announcer’s signal.
“And in this very container you see before yourselves…” The announcer said, pausing again for more of a tense reaction from the audience “...is the stomach acid of our very dragon that you see right in front of your eyes.”
The stick-man walked carefully towards the prisoner as he was still agonizing over the oil poor. Only at the very last second to now find blood-red thick goo pouring towards his right arm like lava.
What came next was 5 very long seconds of silence. A type of silence so unique and stiffening, that the entire audience and I included, was sweating.
The first breaker of the silence was a painful ringing in our ears. An intense sound that caused the audience to break down and immediately close their eyes and cover their ears. Sounding like something breached from our imaginations. Followed by people, me included, to open their eyes and realize where the sound was coming from. For it was a site to behold.
Inside the pit, the crowd saw a man with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and mouth wide open. So much so that his cheekbones were tearing to make way for the flesh to emerge. His muscles everywhere except his right arm and including what was left of his left arm that was so tensed up, that his cold blue veins were starting to physically pop out in a petrifying manner.
And his right arm. The one that had been touched by Satan himself. For the poor soul’s right arm was now in a state that one can’t describe. Not without giving an intense headache. But I’ll try. I had never seen a sight like this in my entire life. It had crossed a border of imagination like I had never witnessed in my 16 year existence. It had crossed a line that no point of comprehension could allow. It had crossed a line of indescribability. It was as if the arm had been in the very bounds of Hell and had now been witnessed for reality’s viewing. For the loud ringing that burned our ears was indeed not something that came from our imaginations, but were just the screams of the pitiful prisoner.

And suddenly, after 30 seconds of agonizing pain, the man with the stick pulled out his sword and cut the prisoner’s right arm. A sight that gave at the very least me, a wave of relief. But the moment after when the poor prisoner finally passed out, the announcer slowly smiled and turned his head towards my face.
I now came back to reality and realized it was May 15th. The day I would live in Hell.

fun little story, eh? (and yes, this is 100% chatgpt free, you can even check if you want)

I need permission to open the doc but obviously don't want you to see my personal info, so could you please copy and paste it as a comment? In fact, I'll even give you one of mine that I'm currently working on

It’s not done. I’ll put it here when I finish.

Cool