In 5th grade my teacher showed the class some antiques and one of them was a poison ring. We had to choose an antique to write a story about from the perspective of the item. I was fascinated by the poison ring and wrote a story about how the poison ring convinced multiple women to poison their husband with arsenic (I think I had just watched Arsenic in Old Lace) and the story ended with the ring trying to convince the wearer to kill their husband.
I thought it was a very good spooky story. My teacher thought it was concerning and referred me to the school counselor. I wish I still had a copy.
Your teacher is lame. I wrote an internal monologue of a psychotic person who ended up jumping off a bridge to prove he could fly and for the rest of her career, my teacher used it as an example of the genre every year.
I wrote a story in 6th or 7th grade about a kid who was granted a wish from a well where he would have what ever he wanted, but he couldn’t get rid of it. I don’t remember much else from it, but the teacher picked it to read to the class.
Obviously contrived, and I had just read thinner. I don’t remember how it ended, but I know I called it in. It was the first time I passed in an unfinished paper, stapled a blank page to the back of it & ripped it off to get an extra day.
Oh you reminded me of my teacher keeping my poster board as an excellent example for when we did that report about a U.S state. I was so proud, my poster looked so good :)
In 7th grade I wrote a story which involved a guy buying marijuanna and/or pills from a sandwich cart. I say ‘pills’ because I remember my joke in the story about 288 being “too gross”. The teacher critiqued the story and commented that there were other things to write about, and why did I pick drugs? But that was all. It was inspired by a movie I had seen during the summer, where Cheech and Chong were selling their goods via an ice cream truck.
I love it, it sounds like a paranormal entity is within the ring. It's super cool! I was sent to counselors my own fair share for things I had written as a kid. It's a shame you don't have it anymore.
In a similar vein, I once got a 5 day suspension for writing an essay about how I didnt have any heros because everyone was a piece of shit. Specifically for saying that anyone you look up to would let you down, such as Bill Clinton and Michael Jackson (allegedly). The guidance counselor told me he liked it. ¯\(ツ)/¯
You could put it in any keychain pill bottle. Meeting a gal for the first time? Have cat nip and dog treats. If the pets like you really well “for some reason” she’s going to love you too.
Fr same lol. I can do coke for a night and then stop and not touch it again for another 6 mos to 2-3 yrs lol. But I can't even go a day without smoking weed hahaha
As a migraine person myself, does sumatriptan work for anyone here? It makes mine worse and I throw up every time (even with the anti nausea medication).
Apparently you can fix lactose intolerance by loading yourself with lactose and probiotics at the same time for a brief period, albeit you WILL have severe intestinal distress for a while(weeks).
A youtuber documented her process of drinking like high lactose milkshake powder meant for nutritionally deficient refugees until she stopped having explosive diarrhea and criminal farts.
One of the things to keep in mind in science is repeated results across a variety of people reported on by a reputable source. I tried it once, and it did NOT work at all. Made it worse, actually (or it just got worse on its own. Happens).
Later on my doctor told me not to fucking do that again because it caused a bunch of inflammation. Point is, don’t blow up your bowels without talking to a doctor first, at least.
OK, but this effect has been reported by actual doctors. I remember reading an article about how USAID (remember when that was a thing?) was supplying dried milk to hospitals in third world countries, where pretty much everyone is lactose intolerant, but because they had nothing else, they fed it to the patients anyway and over the course of a couple weeks, they started digesting it properly. Still anecdotal of course, but it's not just some youtube saying it.
It is also not necessary to do it this way, you can take small doses of milk daily over a longer period of time and slowly ramp up the amount and get the same results. You don't have to do an insane amount and just brute force it.
As fun as that sounds, my body is already like one of those hidden temples that was once lost to time and recently rediscovered.
It's old; the doors creak, and it's full of what you hope are just spiders. You're also pretty sure this bitch must be haunted or possessed or something because, just calling it by the vibes, something is clearly not right with the place.
The last thing I need is to load up on lactose and probiotics at the same time and hope and pray it doesn't end like one of the scenes from the movie The Stuff . Knowing my luck, that unholy combination will be enough to perhaps scare away a few ghosts, but the lacto-stuffed chemical cocktail will have reached sentience, and I'll be the second person to be taken over and practically zombified by that newly birthed parasite. Hell, I'll even document it on YouTube to spread the good word.
Though at least I wouldn't be lactose intolerant anymore...fuck it, sign me up, boys.
Now you begin to understand why these rings are still made. I looked into them once and ended up going with the bullet instead. tap tap twist ALL RIGHT MR DEMILLE I'M READY FOR MY CLOSE UP!
I want one of the old ones shaped like a cigarette lighter or the insane ones that looked like a handgun and you'd shoot yourself in the mouth with it lol
Just so you know bb, its potentially illegal to carry prescriptions in containers that aren't the labeled containers. If you get pulled over of something, they might give you a hard time over it.
Dayum, that must be a big ol dose. I have a very small prescription (like .5mg or something) for just some random insomnia induced anxiety I sometimes get and my pills look nothing like your pills (I mean aside from them being the same color lol).
Years ago my doctor gave me a prescription for 5mg Ativan. He started to tell me how much to take but then just went "ah, you're an adult, you'll figure it out..." and sent me on my way. Didn't tell me how much to actually take just a suggestion maybe to break one in half (which I didn't do). Not long after I was blacked out and ended up waking up from sleeping in my apartment doorway with my door open after taking god knows how many of those things and going out drinking. And that's how I learned not to drink on benzos and how strong Ativan is all in the same day. Lol
I have a vague memory of taking one then going the mall. I took another while at the mall because I wasn't sure it was working. Then things get pretty fuzzy. I am pretty sure I took another one at some point then I remember being at the goth club. Then I remember sitting in front of my apartment in a cab. Then I woke up in my doorway with the door wide open and like half my body in the hallway and half in my apartment with my shirt off...
I was a lot more careful with them shits after that. haha
Oh right the ring, the ring for the poisoner, the ring chosen specifically to poison for the poisoners, the Poisoner’s ring. That Ring? Got you covered.
Cocaine pulsed into fine powder into this with a self serving spoon necklace would be ultimate wook style leveling. Unfortunately it wouldn't last very long as thats relatively small. Would need one a ring on each finger.
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u/radial-glia 4h ago
In 5th grade my teacher showed the class some antiques and one of them was a poison ring. We had to choose an antique to write a story about from the perspective of the item. I was fascinated by the poison ring and wrote a story about how the poison ring convinced multiple women to poison their husband with arsenic (I think I had just watched Arsenic in Old Lace) and the story ended with the ring trying to convince the wearer to kill their husband.
I thought it was a very good spooky story. My teacher thought it was concerning and referred me to the school counselor. I wish I still had a copy.