I'm sure দ্বারা now আপনি have heard of the children's TV প্রদর্শনী "Adventure Time". It's very popular. I must admit, I am a pretty big অনুরাগী of the প্রদর্শনী myself! It's a cute প্রদর্শনী with a good storyline, which is আরো than I can say for a lot of কার্টুন these days.

But.. it's the story behind the প্রদর্শনী that's rather upsetting...

Finn was a 13 বছর old boy who was extremely lonely: having no বন্ধু and being ignored দ্বারা his mother, who was having a difficult time enough trying to support him working 2 jobs. His only friend was his loyal dog, Jake. A few years later, Jake died of old age. After Jake's passing,...

আপনি were lying in বিছানা in আপনি (color) pajama pants and (color) Tank top, when all of a sudden আপনি herd something laughing. আপনি shoot up to look around, আপনি have always been scared of the dark, and আপনি see a small silhouette for a shadow in the corner of the room. আপনি lean over to আপনি lamp shade at the side your বিছানা on your night টেবিল and turn it on. আপনি start to scream, but the things covers your mouth with his hand. আপনি stare at it frightened. It…it was a clown!! With a strikingly huge black and white striped nose, pale skin, black hair, and almost white eyes. From what আপনি could see he...

The following story was written দ্বারা a detective whom, after analyzing video evidence, witness accounts, and the video claimed to have been watched, developed a story. This is that story.

It was late at night on a typical Tuesday evening. I was surfing the internet as I had two large coffees from my local coffee ভান্দার earlier that দিন and was unable to sleep. After watching pointless YouTube video after YouTube video, I came across a strange শিরোনাম in the related চলচ্ছবি bar. None of the characters were of the English language; however, the shapes of the characters seemed to resemble words, although...

Sunday

I’m not sure why I’m লেখা this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere I know that what I write can’t be deleted or… changed… not that that’s happened. It’s just… everything blurs together here, and the fog of memory lends a strange cast to things…

I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. Maybe that’s the problem. I just had to go and choose the cheapest...