Any story with a link in it will be removed. In the same vein, all of the story must be in the post itself, and not be carried on in the title of the story or in the comment section. The go-to source that mods use to check stories is Be aware that formatting can artificially increase the word count without your knowledge any discrepancy between what your document says and what the mod sees on will be resolved in favor of. A story that is 501 words (or two sentences or less, to distinguish us from r/twosentencehorror) will be removed. Have you found stories shared/narrated without author permission? Report it on /r/SleeplessWatchdogs! RulesĪll stories must be 500 words or less. If several authors file DMCA strikes against you, most sites will remove your page completely. This means that they will be able to have their content removed from your page. If you fail to ask permission before narrating, translating, producing, or sharing their post to another page/website, the original poster may file a DMCA strike against you. Note: All stories submitted to r/ShortScaryStories belong to the original poster. There's no doubt I'll make new friends, and there's no doubt that I'll miss tremendously the ones we're leaving in Stockholm.Please read the rules of subreddit before posting stories: Posting Guidelines That's what's so great about friends, that your particular connection with any one person is so unique, and that each relationship speaks to and brings out different aspects of self, that you can never quite replace a friend who isn't there anymore. But in that very moment, I realized that true friends aren't replaceable. A friend here in Sweden was consoling me earlier this evening, reminding me that we'll meet interesting people and do exciting things in our new home, and she's right ( thanks Lotta!). It's a stressful and sad time right now, dealing with both the logistics of the move and the mixed feelings of leaving such a beautiful home and city. We've had a great time in Sweden and we are sad to leave, even though we are excited to be moving to the Pacific Northwest. The scent of that hand cream is perfect, almost masculine and musky. I read a beautiful essay years ago about a man searching for the exact lavender scent his father used to wear, and that essay left me intrigued by lavender, where previously I'd dismissed it as too feminine. When we were in England, I spent an evening photographing all the lavender plants around my in-laws' garden, an outing that was also heavenly and indulgent. I have this luxurious L'Occitane Hand Cream, which I find heavenly and indulgent. I've fallen in love with lavender lately. I was on a ferry in the Stockholm archipelago with the kids a couple years ago, when Leif was still crawling, and an older couple watched me follow Leif around the boat for a few minutes and then looked at me and said, approvingly, "He's going to have a strong immune system!" They were right, though I can't say for sure whether it's because he may have licked the table legs. We are absolutely not a sterile household and don't worry all that much about dirt and germs, and now science, and a new book, backs us up. I just read this piece about kids and dirt and felt totally vindicated. In lieu of a comprehensive post about something in particular, this one is just a short check-in to say hello and I miss you ! and share a few things I'm thinking about. I suppose the good news is that time must go on, and at some point this difficult and overwhelming period will be over (if only to leave us at the doorstep of another difficult and overwhelming period of repatriation and settling in). It is no exaggeration to say that every single free moment I've had has been spent attending to these and other details, if not folding laundry or sorting through all our possessions, and sometimes even showering. And then we had a couple major-minor (I can't tell the difference these days) crises regarding details for our relocation-our daycare provider canceled on us less than a month before the boys were supposed to begin, and then we realized less than three weeks before the move that we hadn't booked movers!). I've had lots of ideas for posts and zero time to write them out: we were in England for a week, visiting family two days after we returned, we hosted family for a week. I don't need to mention how long it's been since I posted or how badly I feel about that-I'm sure those things are obvious.
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