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On the seventh Sunday of Pascha, we commemorate the holy God-bearing Fathers of the First Ecumenical Council.
The Commemoration of the First Ecumenical Council has been celebrated by the Church of Christ from ancient times. The Lord Jesus Christ left the Church a great promise, “I will build My Church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it” (Mt. 16:18). Although the Church of Christ on earth will pass through difficult struggles with the Enemy of salvation, it will emerge victorious. The holy martyrs bore witness to the truth of the Savior’s words, enduring suffering and death for confessing Christ, but the persecutor’s sword is shattered by the Cross of Christ.
Persecution of Christians ceased during the fourth century, but heresies arose within the Church itself. One of the most pernicious of these heresies was Arianism. Arius, a priest of Alexandria, was a man of immense pride and ambition. In denying the divine nature of Jesus Christ and His equality with God the Father, Arius falsely taught that the Savior is not consubstantial with the Father, but is only a created being.
A local Council, convened with Patriarch Alexander of Alexandria presiding, condemned the false teachings of Arius. However, Arius would not submit to the authority of the Church. He wrote to many bishops, denouncing the decrees of the local Council. He spread his false teaching throughout the East, receiving support from certain Eastern bishops.
Investigating these dissentions, the holy emperor Constantine (May 21) consulted Bishop Hosius of Cordova (Aug. 27), who assured him that the heresy of Arius was directed against the most fundamental dogma of Christ’s Church, and so he decided to convene an Ecumenical Council. In the year 325, 318 bishops representing Christian Churches from various lands gathered together at Nicea.
Among the assembled bishops were many confessors who had suffered during the persecutions, and who bore the marks of torture upon their bodies. Also participating in the Council were several great luminaries of the Church: Saint Nicholas, Archbishop of Myra in Lycia (December 6 and May 9), Saint Spyridon, Bishop of Tremithos (December 12), and others venerated by the Church as holy Fathers.
With Patriarch Alexander of Alexandria came his deacon, Athanasius [who later became Patriarch of Alexandria (May 2 and January 18)]. He is called “the Great,” for he was a zealous champion for the purity of Orthodoxy. In the Sixth Ode of the Canon for today’s Feast, he is referred to as “the thirteenth Apostle.”
The emperor Constantine presided over the sessions of the Council. In his speech, responding to the welcome by Bishop Eusebius of Caesarea, he said, “God has helped me cast down the impious might of the persecutors, but more distressful for me than any blood spilled in battle is for a soldier, is the internal strife in the Church of God, for it is more ruinous.”
Arius, with seventeen bishops among his supporters, remained arrogant, but his teaching was repudiated and he was excommunicated from the Church. In his speech, the holy deacon Athanasius conclusively refuted the blasphemous opinions of Arius. The heresiarch Arius is depicted in iconography sitting on Satan’s knees, or in the mouth of the Beast of the Deep (Rev. 13).
The Fathers of the Council declined to accept a Symbol of Faith (Creed) proposed by the Arians. Instead, they affirmed the Orthodox Symbol of Faith. Saint Constantine asked the Council to insert into the text of the Symbol of Faith the word “consubstantial,” which he had heard in the speeches of the bishops. The Fathers of the Council unanimously accepted this suggestion.
In the Nicean Creed, the holy Fathers set forth and confirmed the Apostolic teachings about Christ’s divine nature. The heresy of Arius was exposed and repudiated as an error of haughty reason. After resolving this chief dogmatic question, the Council also issued Twelve Canons on questions of churchly administration and discipline. Also decided was the date for the celebration of Holy Pascha. By decision of the Council, Holy Pascha should not be celebrated by Christians on the same day with the Jewish Passover, but on the first Sunday after the first full moon of the vernal equinox (which occured on March 22 in 325).
The First Ecumenical Council is also commemorated on May 29.
(from oca.org)

I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all. She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge. And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street. A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn. I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry. The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me. As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man. And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles. I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors. Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died. The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room. Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died. I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived. I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax. And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration. I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand. Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair. Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat. I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it. To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.” Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black. Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes. I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”

40F/1.75m/106kg/Caucasian/Non-smokeMinimal alcohol/Poland
I have been struggling with mental health and obesity for many years. Have lost 30kgs but more if I count all the rebounding thanks to poor mental health and an ED. Started therapy last year and I recently was diagnosed with Lipedema, this helped me accept that my legs and upper arms are fat and horrible due to this condition but currently my biggest issues are chronically cold feet and extreme hair loss.
The doctor I saw for my Lipedema diagnosis recommended I see an orthopaedic surgeon and have my lower back MRI’d – I am having the MRI done in July and I will see of there is something wrong there, as the doctor suggests there may be a nerve/lower back issue causing the cold feet? I suffer from intense sciatic nerve pain in one hip to the point of needing more and more OTC painkillers – the cold feet and leg/hip pain aslo causes poor sleep hygiene.
I have been losing weight in a healthy fashion - basic calorie restriction but I eat with a view of 80% healthy and 20% poor (within reason), trying to stay away from refined sugars etc, lots of veggies, quinoa/lentils, some meat and berries/apples are fruit, daily breakfast is overnight oats. Intermittent fasting 16:8. I walk/cycle for a minimum of 30minutes 6/7 days a week, with a longer walk on the weekends. No resistance training yet. I have lost about 15kgs again since September. I suffer from insomnia and possibly bradycardia - heart rate is between >40 when resting – ECG done last year was normal. No evidence of sleep apnoea. Gall bladder polyps are being monitored and are not causing pain/issues. Saw a diabetologist late last year with Insulin resistance concerns, did a fasting glucose, insulin and gluc. tolerance test – results looked normal, Dr. told me to just lose weight, fair enough and I have been – HOMA-IR was 3.34, I brought it up with Dr. and he told me the HOMA-IR is not used in clinical setting….
Now along with my leg pains, I am suffering from the worst hair loss too now – I can see my scalp through my hair on the crown. At first I thought it was the very hard municipal water, but in the last few weeks, I am losing piles of hair. I wash it every second day, minimally using dry shampoo. I understand weight loss can cause hair loss, but it’s never been this extreme. I have started using Nixoin system shampoo and conditioner and taking biotin.
I had blood tests done in Feb and the only outliers were some white blood cell abnormalities (possible sinus/tooth infection that has cleared up), high ferritin (possibly due to inflammation the doctor suggested, it’s been like this for ages, Iron levels were normal), slightly low vitamin D (I live in upper central EU, so winters are darker). Liver function enzymes are normal. Fasting blood sugar and Hb1Ac are within normal ranges. I pin prick daily and morning fasting levels are getting lower as I lose more weight – average 88mg/dL daily. All cholesterol levels very normal too.
Is there something I am missing? I live in Poland where the doctors speak little/poor English whilst I have found some great doctors, I find communicating with them hard especially also being over-weight makes them just tell me to lose weight and ignore me and my issues. I have been seeing and have appointments to see doctors, including a trichologist in the next few weeks, but I am wondering if there is something I need to be looking at more than the issues/symptoms that are being displayed. From my latest blood tests:
Fasting blood glucose: 5,44 mmol/l
Hb1Ac: 32,2 mmol/mol - 5.1%
Iron: 20,00 μmol/l
TSH: 1,372 μlU/ml
FT3 2,67 pg/ml
FT4: 0,96 ng/dl
FSH: 6,6 mlU/ml
Ferritin: 226,7 ng/ml
Vitamin D: 28 ng/ml
Previous test of fasting blood sugar & insulin together:
Insulin: 14 μlU/ml
Glucose: 5,36 mmol/l
Supplements/Vitamins:
Daily multi vitamins
Biotin
Resveratrol
Berberine
Ashwagandha
Mg+K+B6 Omega 3
Vitamin D (2000IU) + vit K2

Hi,
It’s my first time building a pc, but something doesn’t work and I don’t know what, please help.
I have a AORUS x570 ultra Rev 1.2 motherboard. And a AMD Ryzen 7 5800x.
When I started building the pc I wanted to update the BIOS on the motherboard, I connected both the 24 and 8 pin, followed the BIOS instructions (USB, FAT32, rename gigabyte.bin etc.) when I pressed the Qflash button however the LED didn’t blink. I waited 15 minutes with no effects, so I unplugged the PSU and build the whole PC: RAM, CPU, M.2 SSD, GPU etc. Then I when I tried to power it on the fans from my Kraken z73 RGB tried to spin, I heard a click, but then nothing, the motherboard was flashing CPU error LED. So I took everything out, and tried the BIOS again: Other USB, newest BIOS and the first one that supports AMD 5000 series, gigabyte.bin upper- lower case. But when I press Q Flash the USB lights up (so it’s being read by the motherboard) but then the CPU light goes off again and nothing.. USB doesn’t blink anymore, no QFlash LED goes on. Please help!!

This is like a throwback to a old post, where I talk about what if all of the magic systems in a setting shared the same theme for the most part. When having multiple magic systems in one settings. Of course you need to find ways to make differences between each system. Via aesthetics, functions, and mechanics.
But I noticed that most writers tend to divide magic systems into two groups. When it comes to settings with multiple magic systems. One system is either science based, while the other is usually supernatural based. This is a classic trope. Technology vs Magic, (I.E. Science vs the Supernatural). Even in popular superhero stories, the magical users like Dr. Strange are more supernatural based. While the X-Men and Spiderman types are more on the science sides of things.
Now let's get back to the title question. The problem with this is that science or the supernatural doesn't necessarily tell you the difference between the systems that can be visible to an audience lol. I mean how would you tell difference between a Mutant using telekinesis vs a Wizard using telekinesis? By difference I mean, how do you know one guy is using the power of science, and the other guy is using the power of the supernatural.
Honestly I have seen settings with one theme do a better job at differentiating the multiple systems. I hope I don't get downvotes for this. But I actually think Dragon Ball does a good job with this. Now hear me out guys. For example, Dragon Ball has two power systems. Ki and Magic. Ki is more about raw power and will in the Dragon Ball world. While Magic is more external and hax based. Ki users can shot blasts, fly, and used Ki to enhanced their physicals. While Magic is more focus on mental attacks, empowered objects, and somewhat reality warping to extent.
I know Dragon Ball isn't the best example here. Since Magic hasn't been used a lot in the series so far. But I feel like I can tell the differences between DB Ki and DB Magic, better than I can tell the difference between Marvel/DC Magic and Marvel/DC superpowers. At least with live action of course. Because IIRC, usually comicbooks and cartoons used the magical symbols for the most part, outside MCU Wizards of course. And yeah I guessed you can argue that magical symbols can be a good aesthetic difference between magic and superpowers. But my point here is that Dragon Ball has two supernatural systems. Dragon Ball doesn't feel the need to make one system shift to the science side, in order to better differentiate between both systems. Ki and Magic are both supernatural, but are still different, despite sharing the same supernatural theme.
To used a better example here. Both Superpowers and Technology are usually science in fiction for the most part, (well duh, of course technology is science). Superpowers can be biological, while technology is more altered based, when it comes to superhumans. Let's say you have a Mutant with laser based powers, and also a Cyborg with laser based powers. You can easily tell the difference here. Since the mutant powers are biological/natural, the mutant is more likely to shoot the lasers out of their eyes or hands. While the Cyborg has robotic looking arm that can shoot lasters. Both Mutants and Cyborgs share the same science based theme. But yet both powers systems are still very different though.
Even in a settings where magic is indistingable from science, or magic is just science we don't understand yet. The funny thing about these settings. Is that these settings tend to still only have one magic system or one source though. But for the most part, in fiction if magic exist in a setting with multiple power systems, (for example magic share a setting with superpowers, and supertechnology). Best believe magic will automatically be supernatural as a default, in order for writers to differentiate magic from the other power systems 9 times of our 10. Even the MCU ditched the idea of "magic being science we don't understand yet" for the vague supernatural aesthetic.
TLDR
In conclusion, science and the supernatural isn't the end all be all, when it comes to differentiating multiple magic systems in a setting. Multiple systems can all share the same science or supernatural theme/aesthetic in a setting, and the systems can still be very different from each other.

Hi everyone!
Hope you are all doing well! I got accepted into CMCC class of 2027 and although I am thrilled for this opportunity I am also very worried for the future. We all know that the tuition costs is not something that OSAP will be able to cover, let alone the living costs in Toronto.
Does anyone have any suggestions on what bank would be the best to start a Professional Line of Credit?
For those receiving OSAP Disability Grants, how much does OSAP provide you based on your accommodations and do they increase the price if you live 30 km away from your parents house?
Does anyone know of a good reliable website that can be used to find proper housing? What are the best areas to live in (not familiar with Toronto)?
Thank you so much and good luck to everyone!

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.

• I usually play grand strategy games like Civilization, EU4, Rimworld, Factorio, Dwarf Fortress, Cities Skylines, Darkest Dungeon 1 and 2, Age of Empires, Oxygen Not Included, Humankind, Overwatch 2, and Valorant. I would like to start to play Overwatch 2 at higher settings (medium-ultra) with 165 FPS. I also on occasion work with neural networks and training neural networks (PyTorch with NVIDIA) for some fine tuning in some gigs that I work with.

What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?

• Unsure what I should aim for $500 for just a GPU (40-- series), or used GPU (30-- series) upgrade. OR $750-$1250 for a new PC parts (DDR4 memory, new gen (or last gen) CPU, mobo, GPU) if that might make my current setup significantly better.

When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.

• Mid-late June or early July of this year.

What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)

• So I am planning on upgrading my monitor to a 1440p OLED Alienware 32" monitor, and I have a PC with an i9-9900k, GTX 1070, 750 GB ssd nvme. Ideally just a GPU upgrade but if a $1250 budget PC would be better than I might just do that instead.

Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?

• Texas. I can pick up at Houston Microcenter

If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.

• No need for a monitor, keyboard, mouse.

Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?

• Probably not.

Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)

• Need a decent sized VRAM for GPU and CUDA cores for PyTorch.

What type of network connectivity do you need? (Wired and/or WiFi) If WiFi is needed and you would like to find the fastest match for your wireless router, please list any specifics.

• Both Wifi and wired.

Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?

• If new PC build, then ITX or microATX

Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?

• No

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The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”

Last year, my partner[M25] and I[F24] had a combined income of 70k, which was enough to cover our expenses, although we lived in another state with higher costs compared to his family. However, money was still tight. Last Christmas, we were invited to his parents' home where a gift exchange was expected. We set a budget of $20-$25 for each person, including his parents, siblings, and two children.
It's important to note that I come from a very poor background and have no family. I worked hard during college to graduate without debt and now work in the tech industry. I am reserved about discussing my finances. When it comes to family, I usually avoid discussing money matters except with his parents.
In contrast, my partner's family is extremely wealthy. They grew up in a privileged home with large houses, multiple cars, and household staff. Despite the wealth, my partner worked part-time during high school and college to cover his own expenses.
To make the gift-buying process easier, we decided to spread out the purchases over three months, buying gifts for 2-3 people each month. However, when we called his younger sister in October to ask if she needed anything for her new apartment, she reacted negatively. She accused us of showing off our money and making her and their brother feel bad because we earned more than them. Her response was very hurtful, and we would have understood if she declined our offer due to financial constraints. She eventually told us what to get for her, a gift worth around $20, but told us to not expect anything from her in return.
This situation made us feel guilty, as if we were putting his family in a difficult spot. On Christmas day, his brother informed us that he couldn't afford to get us any gifts because of his own financial constraints, which we completely understood. However, we had already purchased gifts for each member of his family, and now we felt terrible. If we had been informed earlier, we would have adjusted our plans and perhaps only bought gifts for the children. Many families no longer exchange gifts, so that would have been acceptable too.
We have already decided not to exchange gifts during future holidays, or maybe opt for a Secret Santa arrangement. It's worth mentioning that his parents tend to pit their children against each other, fostering a competitive environment. They compare academic achievements, relationships, and financial situations among their children. Despite explicitly asking them not to disclose our income, we suspect they may have shared that information, leading to his sister's reaction. Both his sister and brother receive financial support from their parents, but his sister's expenses are mostly covered by her mother, and they often go on expensive trips together overseas. She could easily be just as independent as us, so I'm unsure why she is so upset with us.
Recently, I got a new job where my individual income has almost tripled, and our combined income is now around 150k We shared this good news with his parents, but I am concerned that they might reveal our financial information to others. I'm unsure whether I should ask them to keep it confidential again (maybe reiterating would help) or if I should simply disregard their actions and stop worrying about what other people think.
TLDR; last year we had a modest income and experienced an uncomfortable situation during Christmas gift exchanges with my partner's siblings. We have decided not to exchange gifts in the future, and I have concerns about his parents sharing our financial information again.

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Thanks to all you lovely folks for hyping up the Ridgeline, I decided to pull the trigger. I got myself a 2017 RTL and cannot wait to start driving it. One of the main reasons for my purchase was to have an easy-to-set-up camping rig for summer adventures. I'd like to get a hardshell rooftop tent and high mountain racks that go over the bed. Does anyone have a similar setup or advice for good racks to mount on? Are there things I should consider with the way I set this up (height that's best for fuel economy, etc?)
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The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”

I have an Epiphone SG style guitar and I've been considering switching to heavy gauge strings to play lower tunings but while researching I realize it's not quite as simple as just switching the strings and heading off. So I ask, what would be the best gauges for an SG's scale length? Are there some other things I should consider while switching strings?

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The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”

Alright so I just installed bedrock edition since I want to play with my console friends and my performance is just horrible.
Im playing with the default settings but lowered my render distance from 50 to 26 and I get around 40-50fps. On Java Edition with the same render distance I get about 250fps.
What can I do to improve performance on Bedrock Edition on PC? I have a 165hz monitor so its really not nice playing at a low framerate.
Specs:

• GPU: RTX 4070Ti
• CPU: Ryzen 9 5950x
• RAM: 32gbs 3600mhz

Games is installed to an NVme m.2 drive

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IT SEEMS DUNGEONS & Dragons is practically everywhere these days, with the popular tabletop role-playing game garnering a buzzy film adaptation in Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, which hits theaters March 31, 2023.
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Helmed by John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein (who had previously directed Game Night), Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves features a must-see, all-star cast including Chris Pine, Michelle Rodriguez, Regé-Jean Page, Justice Smith, Sophia Lillis, and Hugh Grant. This new high-fantasy adventure sees a charming bard and a party of unlikely adventurers embarking on an epic quest to retrieve a long-lost artifact that could destroy the world in the wrong hands. But their adventure goes dangerously awry when they run afoul of the wrong people — and, of course, a dragon or two.
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So you want to gather up your party and watch Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves? Good news: the film might be coming to streaming sooner than you might think. Read on to see where you can watch Dungeons & Dragons 2023, and how to get started playing D&D yourself.
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Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieve Release Date
Despite the success of several streaming services choosing to release their films online same-day, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves will be released exclusively in theaters. Paramount has not yet announced a streaming release date for Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, so as of now, the only way to watch Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves is in theaters, when it’s released on Friday March 31, 2023.
Can You Stream Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Online?
After Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves initial cinematic release, we might see the film come to Paramount+ about one and a half to two months after March 31, so we could see it online as early as mid-May (since many Paramount films start streaming 46-60 days after their theatrical release). Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves is currently not available on Netflix, HBO Max or Hulu, but Pararmount+ is expected to be the streaming home of Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves online.
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When Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves does become available for streaming, you’re going to need a Paramount+ subscription. Pricing for Paramount+ plans include Limited Commercials for $4.99/month or Commercial Free for $9.99/month. Currently enrolled in university? Students can also get 25% off your subscription if you provide an “edu” email address (one of many streaming discounts for students online). Check out the latest Paramount+ deals here.
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Sign up for Paramount+ and log in with your subscription to stream Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves when it drops on the service from your phone, laptop, tablet or connected TV. In the meantime, Paramount+ is also the home for ViacomCBS’s massive existing library of content.
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Not sure about committing to a full subscription? You can always stream Paramount+ for free with a 7-day free trial. Sign-up now or register for the free streaming deal with Paramount+ here. Then, you’ll be all set to stream the Dungeons & Dragons when it comes to Paramount+.
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As of now, the only way to watch Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves is to head to a theater when it releases on Friday, Mar. 31. You can find a local showing on Fandango. Otherwise, you’ll just have to wait for it to become available to rent or buy on digital platforms like Vudu, Amazon, Apple and YouTube, or become available to stream on Peacock. Read on for more information.
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Following its release in theaters, the film will be available to stream on Peacock. Expect the movie to hit the streamer 45 days after its theatrical run, which should be sometime in December.
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Will Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Streaming On HBO Max?
No, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves will not be on HBO Max since it’s not a Warner Bros. movie. While the company previously released its movies on HBO Max and in theaters on the same day, they have since stopped and have implemented a 45-day window between the theatrical release and streaming release.
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Will Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Available On Peacock?
While a streaming release date has not yet been announced for Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, we can estimate when it could head to Paramount based on another Universal Pictures movie.
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Violent Night, which hit theaters on Dec. 2, became available to stream on Peacock on Jan. 20 — a little over 45 days after its theatrical release. If Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves follows the same pattern, it could make its way to the platform by mid-May. However, other movies like Nope took more than 100 days, so it’s best to take this estimate with a grain of salt.
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Will Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves be on Netflix?
Unfortunately, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves isn’t available to stream on Netflix. The Adventure isn’t included in the lineup of Netflix movies, which includes a vast number of rom-coms featuring some of our favorite actors and actresses.
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If you want to watch Julia Roberts movies on Netflix, check out Ben Is Back, August: Osage County, Steel Magnolias, and Runaway Bride. Roberts always appeared in Ocean’s Eleven and Ocean’s Twelve with her Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves co-star George Clooney, and both movies are currently streaming on Netflix as of October 2023.
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Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) is bursting with talented artists like Chris Pine as Edgin, Michelle Rodriguez as Holga, and Regé-Jean Page as Xenk. Also, you'll see Justice Smith (Simon), Sophia Lillis (Doric), Hugh Grant (Forge), Jason Wong (Dralas), Sophia Eleni (Valxina Tabaxi), Bryan Larkin (Chancellor Norixius), Kenneth Collard (Din Caldwell), Appy Pratt (Ishira) and a lot more artists are featured in this upcoming fantasy action-adventure film.

The House on Jackson Street

By John Westrick
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain of salt in the wound, each house a reminder of what I lost. Even though it hurts, I still find myself continuing our walks. Sometimes pain is good. I’d rather feel the pain of her passing, than not feel her at all.
She’s alive when I walk. She’s the shadow that strolls behind. Though I can’t see her, I can feel her. Her presence is like a windbreaker draped across my shoulders in an especially violent storm. The pain isn’t gone but it’s bearable when I’m moving. I can’t speak to her, but she’s there. When I trip over a root, a hand steadies me. When I veer off course, I feel a gentle nudge.
And every day I end up in front of the same house on Jackson Street.
A grand home, at least at one point it must’ve been. The windows are boarded closed. The door is locked. Beware trespasser signs are strewn haphazardly across the tangled mess of the once impressive lawn.
I feel her presence strongest here. It is almost tangible, as if she’s hiding behind a thin curtain. I call to her, yet she never answers. I reach for her, yet I can never lay hands on her. It is here on my journey where my emotions get the best of me. Every day I come, every day I cry.
The neighbors look at me with trepidation, but long gone are my days of caring what others think. I stand there an old man, face in my hands and weep for the woman I lost. Let them think what they want, but my Lenore was worth every tear.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look up to see the front door of the house swung wide. Light is pouring out of it, and there she is, my Lenore. I rush towards her and the gaping maw, towards the woman I’ve lost. The woman who heard my cries and has returned for me.
As I barrel forward through the brambles and overgrown weeds, I hardly am aware of the scrapes and cuts. Nor does it bother me that I trip over a hidden bottle and go tumbling face first in the dirt. I sling myself forward with the stamina of a much younger man.
And then, I am there standing in touching distance from her. It’s her. She’s got the same strawberry blonde hair that always tended to leave me breathless. It’s wrapped in a French braid with a daisy tucked behind her left ear. She looks younger by nearly twenty years. Her nose and cheeks are dusted with a fine layer of freckles.
I began to giggle like a schoolboy as I remember I once tried to count them. Twenty-three is the highest I got before I found my mouth on hers. And suddenly I have an inappropriate urge to pull her close and continue the kiss in front of God and all the neighbors.
Shortly before I do just that, she vanishes, leaving me standing in the front door alone once more. I look around the hallway and notice it’s fully furnished. There is no dust or decay. The parlor is in perfect condition. Even more shockingly I hear someone playing the piano. It’s Fur Elise and I could recognize that sound anywhere. Lenore was playing it the day she died.
The Turkish rug leading down the hall looks familiar, the pattern of the wolf howling at the moon, the picture of the ship sailing in rough seas. I know it. I walk forward, no longer in control over my own body. Instead, everything begins to flash in front of me like a movie. I see my own hand reach for the gilded door knob. I know on the other side of this door is a set of stairs that leads to the great room.
Still, I don’t remember, I can’t remember. They threaten to come back, but I don’t let them. I don’t want to remember. I’m back. Oh God have mercy on me, I’m back to the day my wife died.
I come to this conclusion even as my own traitorous hand throws wide the hallway door. I fight for control. I do everything in my power to not see. My eyes fling wide and I look to see the back of my sweet Lenore’s head, the damned daisy still perched behind her ear. She’s playing and she doesn’t know I’ve arrived.
I know what is coming but I don’t want to. Yet those damned feet, those mutinous mother fuckers keep pushing me forward. First up one step then two, before I even know it, I’ve scaled half of them. Now I can see her back, she’s in a flowery dress with what looks to be hummingbirds sucking at the honey. Fur Elise is ramping up, and the song is nearing its climax.
And then I see it. Him to be precise. He’s lounging in my chair, drinking my whiskey, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. Rage, white hot fills me once more. I look to the left and then the right, and that’s when I see my cavalry saber hung on the wall for decoration.
I remember the outcome, yet I can’t force myself to let go of its hilt. My hand turns white from grasping it so hard. There’s nothing I can do to lessen my grip. I see myself marching up behind her sword held high in one hand.
Fur Elise climaxes as my arm swings. I strike her left shoulder blade and with a discordant whine the music stops altogether. Inwardly I scream. I curse my God’s damned temper. I watch as she slumps out of her chair.
Without a second glance, I am charging the man just beginning to look up from his comfortable spot in my seat. My blade penetrates his right abdomen, he lets out one shriek before my second swing catches him directly in the throat.
I am appalled at the blood spurting from his nearly decapitated neck. My hands are scarlet, I feel wet stickiness oozing down my face. Yet I can’t control my own limbs as they swing and swing and swing, chopping the man into kindling. I try to close my eyes but they won’t, so I see his hand go flying. I watch as his innards come bubbling out of his abdomen. I split his head like a grape and watch his brain matter leak out of the side of it.
To my dismay, I hear a gurgling sound coming from behind me. I turn knowing what I’ll see but powerless to stop it. I look to see my Lenore’s face towards me trying to speak. Blood bubbles drizzling out of the side of her mouth. I don’t need to hear the words to know what she is trying to say. “Please, no more.”
Pity fills my heart and my own eyes refuse to cry. “Please don’t do this,” I scream at myself in vain. I watch as I slowly move towards my former wife letting the blade carve a wicked groove into the marble floor. With no mercy my arm swings the blade up once then twice then three times, and all goes black.
Finally, I regain control of my limbs and body. I look up to see a vandalized great hall with a nasty groove in the marble floor, and there my chopped wife lying on the floor looking up at me with dead yet still very much alive eyes.
I see the monstrosity of my late wife clamber to her feet. Her left eye slides out of its socket running like egg yolk down her face. Black pustule blood leaks from her wounds. Her right eye locks with mine and in a slobbering wet noise she said, “I will never let you forget what you did here. Jail wasn’t enough for you. You didn’t stay your hand, so even in your Alzheimer’s I won't let you forget. Same time tomorrow, honey?”

Welcome to Serial Sunday!

To those brand new to the feature and those returning from last week, welcome! Do you have a self-established universe you’ve been writing or planning to write in? Do you have an idea for a world that’s been itching to get out? This is the perfect place to explore that. Each week, I post a theme to inspire you, along with a related image and song. You have 500 - 850 words to write your installment. You can jump in at any time; writing for previous weeks’ is not necessary in order to join. After you’ve posted, come back and provide feedback for at least 2 other writers on the thread. Please be sure to read the entire post for a full list of rules.

This Week’s Theme is Vindication!

Image Song
New! Bonus Word List (each included word is worth 5 pts): - unreasonable - remonstrance - suspicious - pardon
This week we’re going to explore the theme of ‘vindication’. Guilt is often decided by the community (like the media) before they have all the facts, based on gossip, hearsay, assumptions, and sometimes based on the views of those who are loudest or the boldest. So what happens when an innocent person’s name is dragged through the mud? When the truth finally comes out, what happens? Can the people in the community change the way they’ve viewed the now-vindicated party? Or is this person’s reputation permanently tarnished?
How would this affect them? What kind of emotional scars would this leave? Can relationships be repaired, or is it too late? What happens when the truly guilty parties are revealed, and it’s a complete shock to everyone? Maybe a crime committed by those closest to them. How could that tear a community apart?
These are just a few things to get you started. Remember, the theme should be present within the story in some way, but its interpretation is completely up to you. The bonus word list is not required. Please remember to follow all sub and post rules.
Don’t forget to sign up for Saturday Campfire here! We start at 1pm EST and provide live feedback!

Theme Schedule:

• May 28 - Vindication (this week)
• June 4 - War
• June 11 - Zealous

You can vote on themes using the weekly nomination form!
Previous Themes Serial Index

Rules & How to Participate

Please read and follow all the rules listed below. This feature has requirements for participation!

• Submit a story inspired by the weekly theme, set in your self-established universe. Use wordcounter.net to check your wordcount. Stories should be posted as a top-level comment below. If you’re continuing an in-progress serial (not on Serial Sunday), please include links to your previous installments.
  
• Your chapter must be submitted by Saturday at 9:00am EST. Late entries will be disqualified.
  
• Begin your post with the name of your serial between triangle brackets (e.g. ). This will allow our serial bot to recognize your serial and add each chapter to the SerSun catalog. Do not include anything in the brackets you don’t want in your title. (Please note: You must use this same title every week.)
  
• Do not pre-write your serial. You’re welcome to do outlining and planning for your serial, but chapters should not be pre-written. All submissions should be written for this post, specifically.
  
• Only one active serial per author at a time. This does not apply to serials written outside of Serial Sunday.
  
• All Serial Sunday authors must leave feedback on at least one story on the thread each week. The feedback should be actionable and include something the author has done well. When you include something the author should improve on, provide an example! You have until Saturday at 11:59pm EST to post your feedback. (Submitting late is not an exception to this rule.) Those who go above and beyond (more than 2 actionable crits) will be rewarded with “Crit Credits” that can be used on our crit sub, WPCritique.
  
• Missing your feedback requirement two or more consecutive weeks will disqualify you from rankings and Campfire readings the following week. If it becomes a habit, you may be asked to move your serial to the sub instead.
  
• Serials must abide by subreddit content rules. You can view a full list of rules here. If you’re ever unsure if your story would cross the line, please modmail and ask!
  

 

Weekly Campfires & Voting:

• On Saturdays at 1pm EST, I host a Serial Sunday Campfire in our Discord’s Voice Lounge. Join us to read your story aloud, hear others, and exchange feedback. We have a great time! You can even come to just listen, if that’s more your speed. Grab the “Serial Sunday” role on the Discord to get notified before it starts. You can sign up here
  
• Nominations for your favorite stories can be submitted with this form. The form is open on Saturdays from 12:30pm to 11:59pm EST. You do not have to participate to make nominations!
  
• Authors who complete their Serial Sunday serials with at least 12 installments, can host a SerialWorm in our Discord’s Voice Lounge, where you read aloud your finished and edited serials. Celebrate your accomplishment! Authors are eligible for this only if they have followed the weekly feedback requirement (and all other post rules). Visit us on the Discord for more information.  
  

Ranking System

We have a new point system! Here is the point breakdown:

TASK	POINTS	ADDITIONAL NOTES
Use of weekly theme	75 pts	Theme should be present, but the interpretation is up to you!
New! Including the bonus words	5 pts each (20 pts total)	This is a bonus challenge, and not required!
Actionable Feedback	up to 15 pts each (6 crit max)*	This includes thread and campfire critiques. (You can always provide more crit, but the points are capped at 90.)
Nominations your story receives	10 - 60 pts	1st place - 60, 2nd place - 50, 3rd place - 40, 4th place - 30, 5th place - 20 / Regular Nominations - 10
Voting for others	15 pts	You can now vote for up to 10 stories each week!

You are still required to leave at least 1 actionable feedback comment on the thread every week that you submit. This should be more than one or two vague sentences, and should include at least one thing the author has done well. *Please remember that interacting with a story is not the same as providing feedback.** Low-effort crits will not receive credit.
Users who provide more than 2 in-depth, actionable critiques will be awarded Crit Credits that can be used on WPCritique.
Looking for more on what actionable feedback is? Check out this guide on critiquing or these previous crits from Serial Sunday: Crit Crit Crit
 

Rankings for Unveil

There have been some slight changes and additions to the point system/requirements! Check out the Ranking System section for specifics.

• First place - u/fhangrin
• Second place - u/AGuyLikeThat
• Third place - u/MeganBessel
• Fourth place - u/Lothli
• Fifth place - u/PolarisStorm
• Honorable Mention - u/poiyurt ###Crit Stars
• u/fhangrin
• u/AGuyLikeThat
• u/MeganBessel
• u/Lothli
• u/Carrieka23
• u/ZachTheLitchKing

Subreddit News

• Join our Discord to chat with other authors and readers! We hold several weekly Campfires, monthly World-Building interviews and several other fun events!
• Try your hand at micro-fic on Micro Monday
• Check out the brand new Fun Trope Friday over on WritingPrompts!
• You can now post serials to Shortstories, outside of Serial Sunday. Check out this post to learn more!
• Looking for critiques and feedback for your story? Check out WPCritique!  

Apologies for the long rant
20 plus year with the same company and have always gotten great reviews. In 2019, I took an 8 weeks mental health leave to change up my meds knowing I would be mentally and physically impaired from the withdrawal of my previous meds. My manager at the time asked me if I’d work from home and, feeling like I should, I did. Obviously, I was not in the best shape cognitively so I’m sure I made mistakes and didn’t do my best work.
Upon review time, which was just before Covid, I received a very negative review for the last quarter in which I was supposed to be on leave stating that I was making mistakes and that my head wasn’t in the game. Well, yeah, I was supposed to be on medical leave for that reason. I was transitioning to a new role so the manager that wrote the review didn’t meet with me so I had no rebuttal for the comments
Fast forward a few weeks and I’m in the new role. The coworker that has been doing this job and her job for the past few months is supposed to train me. From the beginning, I could not get her to show me the work. She was busy, it was easier to do it herself, etc. Covid hits and we’re now on a WTF schedule. This makes getting trained even more challenging. She gives me the crap work here and there but still continues to do the work. If I make a decision to work on something other than what she tells me because I feel it’s more important, then she reports that I haven’t done any work. My manager is not helping at all when I bring up my issues.
Next review comes and I get below expectations and put on a PIP, which is literally a listing of the tasks that I should be trained on.
I start an unlucky period in my personal life for the next few months. I was open with my employer about my challenges, which was a mistake because they decided that because my work was not up to par - because my coworker wouldn’t let me do it - that maybe my mental health was the issue and I should go on leave.
After I come back from leave, the issues with my coworker are even worse. She’s working mega overtime to get way ahead in my job duties. I literally come in on a Monday and the work for the next couple weeks is done
So, I try another meeting. This time with HR and my manager. My manager is silent the entire time and HR is telling me that my coworker is simply helping me because there’s no telling of I’ll go on leave again. Obviously, I can see the writing on the wall.
Sure enough, 2 months later, I get the termination. 20 plus years and they were so certain that mental health was the issue and not the problems I tried to tell them.
PSA: Keep your health issues to yourself or they’ll be used against you

I never changed the weight. I was quite lazy last week but that’s about the only change. I actually never stretch but I decided to stretch this morning. Was doing squats and RDLs and on my third set my lower pack was killing. Like even getting up hurt or moving
I haven’t changed the weight for like a long time at least 6 months of the same wieght. I’ve had the same weight for a while. Maybe it’s my form but I’ve not changed anything as far as I know. Maybe this time my form was bad??
Whatever it is, how do I fix my form and how do I get rid of this pain? It is hurting so much even picking up a 40 lb dumbbell hurts. Or getting up hurts. Please help.