Sup, Comrades! It’s Discussion Time!
We have all fantasized about what life would be like if we had certain inhuman capabilities. I want to know: If you could have any two superpowers, what would they be? Try to be creative (The power to control nature, speak every language in the universe, breathe in outer space, time travel, grow extra limbs, teleport, immortality, unlimited knowledge, resurrect the dead, reproduce by yourself, etc.). Join the conversation and leave a comment below!

Sup, Comrades! It’s Discussion Time!
There are certain things in life that bring a divine peace to our hearts. The moments you wish the whole world could live through. I want to know: What’s something you think every person should experience in their lifetime? Join the conversation and leave a comment below!

It was 2011. I was 18 years old and living in another state away from my family. I’ve always been a very spontaneous person with a serious case of wanderlust. I enjoyed exploring the country solo. Anywho, I was preparing to move back home after a failed first attempt at living on my own.

My preferred method of transportation was the charter bus. I loved traveling via charter bus because it was affordable for me and I loved to sight see. The trip back home was going to be two and a half days, and while this would deter others, it actually excited me.

We were about a day into the trip and I had switched buses twice already. When traveling via charter bus, people are constantly boarding and leaving, at different stops. At one point, these two somewhat scruffy looking people joined the trip.

Judging from their close body contact and intertwined fingers, it was clear that they were a couple. They were both red heads and looked to be in their early twenties. The two of them set directly behind me and this was the start of a very intriguing trip.

Somewhere along the trip, I could hear them reciting poetry to one another. They were very artistic with their words and that really caught my attention. I couldn’t resist the urge to turn around and tell them how amazing their poetry was.

They were both very surprised by the fact that I liked their poetry and this sparked a whirlwind of conversation. We started sharing stories about our lives and why we were traveling. They had so many interesting tales, from falling asleep in the Everglades and almost getting eaten by an alligator, to being high on random drugs and fleeing the cops together.

They had a very liberal view on life. They believed in doing whatever they wanted, despite the law, public scrutiny, or family opinions. They didn’t seem like criminals or anything, but I would definitely consider them to be outlaws.

I was completely engaged and intrigued with them. My life had been pretty interesting, but I had done nothing as adventurous as the two of them. They were now on their way back to their home state of West Virginia (WV). I didn’t know much about WV, but they were telling me about how much money they made as coal miners.

To my surprise, I really liked these two, although they were a bit too drug friendly for me, lol. They liked me also, so much so that they tried to convince me to skip town and come with them to West Virginia. They said that I could live with their family and that I’d make enough money coal mining to get my own place within a few weeks.

I respectfully declined their offer and at the next stop, we had separate bus routes, so we had to go our separate ways.

Two months later, I was spending the night at a relatives house and had fallen asleep watching a movie on the Starz network. I woke up at about 2:30am and there was a movie on called “The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia.” The movie was about 30 minutes in and was a documentary that followed the lives of a family from Boone County, West Virginia.

The irony. I mean, this is exactly where the two strangers that I had met two months prior said that they were from. The documentary was pretty fun to watch and really put into perspective why those two strangers were such free-spirits. I rewatched this documentary an uncountable number of times and always think of the two of them, when I do.

I never seen nor heard from the two of them again, but I oftentimes wonder what they’re up to now.

Anyhow, that’s the end of this storytime, comrades. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like, comment, share and subscribe! Stay tuned for more awesome content!

Sup, Comrades! It’s Discussion Time!
We all have people we’re close to; the ones we tell everything. However, in my opinion, there’s no such thing as “telling someone everything.” So, I want to know: in this judgement free empire, what’s something not many people know about you?? Sidenote, it doesn’t have to be anything scandalous; it could be a hidden talent that you have, a cartoon or movie that you enjoy, or a hobby that you partake in, anything. Join the conversation and leave a comment below!!

It was the holiday season, 2014. I had been working a lot and hadn’t made plans for the holidays. A close friend of mine worked as an assistant to 6 surgeons. She loved her job and had built a great rapport with her superiors.

My friend and I were on the phone one night, just chatting as usual. Our conversation eventually led to us discussing our plans for the holiday. I told her that I really didn’t have any plans, but that I wouldn’t mind doing something.

She then told me that one of the surgeons that she worked under had invited her, plus one, to their holiday gala. She extended an invite to me and I excitedly accepted.

I didn’t really know what to expect, but I figured it’d be a good time. My friend told me to dress formal, so I knew that this event would boast some level of elegance.

The day of the event comes and I’m feeling pretty excited. It started at 8pm, so my friend and I met up at her place at about 5:30. We pregamed a little bit, then proceeded out before we got too carried away.

The drive to the event was about 30 mins. During the ride there, we chatted about our expectations for the event. We both felt like it would be a little boring and uptight, but hoped for different. After all, this event was being held by a veteran surgeon.

We finally arrive to the venue for the event and surprisingly, it was being held at a beautiful mansion. However, this was not just any mansion…it was the surgeon’s home. This place was huge and very mesmerizing. I couldn’t believe that I was invited to an event here. I actually got butterflies as we pulled into the gate and around to the front door.

When we got to the front, we were greeted by valet. They took our car and we proceeded to the front door. I was already very impressed at this point. At the front door, there were two attendants checking names to make sure you were on the guest list.

After verifying that we were invited guests, we were granted access into the event. Walking into this mansion felt like a dream. It was so beautiful, high ceilings, chandeliers, paintings, and a huge, double-sided fireplace, just pure luxury. My friend and I walked over to the surgeon who’s event it was and greeted him. He was extremely down-to-earth, humorous, and very accommodating.

He told us to feel free to roam the house, just not the upstairs. We thanked him again for the invite and proceeded to enjoy the event. Now, although my friend and I were dressed very formal, we were still very under dressed. I mean, there was about 100 people in attendance and everybody had on a ball gown or tuxedo.

There were butler’s walking around with trays of champagne, there was a bartender making drinks, there was a huge food spread w/name plates for each dish, and the music was actually pretty “groovy,” lol. I made my way to the bartender, while my friend mingled with some of her coworkers.

While waiting for my drink, I began to chat with some of the other party attendees. Just from there poise and demeanor, I could tell that they were pretty successful people. However, they were all very pleasant, very funny, and wanted to just let loose and have fun. I loved it.

My friend and I eventually made our way to the basement to look around. This basement was insane, there was a game room, a theater, three bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a huge bar, and a living room. I could not believe it, this basement was bigger than most average sized homes.

The event lasted for about 3 hours, then we all headed out. By the end of the event, everybody was pretty toasted and feeling good. I couldn’t believe how friendly these people had been, I had such a great time.

While everybody waited out front for valet to bring their car, we started singing “We Are Young” by Fun. The whole group was singing it. It was a very awesome and memorable moment. The night was simply amazing.

Anyhow, that’s the end of this storytime, comrades! I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like, comment, share and subscribe! Stay tuned for more awesome content!

Sup, Comrades! It’s Discussion Time!
I’ve always been infatuated with wealth and I’ve had some pretty interesting experiences with wealthy individuals. Anyhow, I want to know: Have you ever had a random close encounter with a celebrity or someone super wealthy? What was it like?? Join the conversation and leave a comment below!

STORY ONE:
I’ve always been independent since a child. I was more of the type to help others, I didn’t like being helped much. Now that I’m older, I realize that we all need help sometimes, but I’d still rather do things myself.

Anyhow, when I was a child I used to get a bedtime snack before bed. I wanted an apple one night. We had high counters in our house, so it was tough for me to cut the apple, especially with the butter knife that I had. My mom came into the kitchen and offered to cut the apple for me. I told her that I no longer wanted the apple because I couldn’t cut it myself.

My mom put the apple away and told me to let her know if I change my mind. She then walked away and told me stay away from the knives. I waited until she was back upstairs, then decided to give it another shot. This time, I used the biggest, sharpest knife in the drawer.

I grabbed the apple, held it on the counter and proceeded to cut it. The large apple, my little hands, the high counters and this sharp butcher’s knife, was a recipe for the perfect storm. When I went to cut the apple, the knife slipped off the side of the apple and sliced right into my index finger.

The pain was searing, blood was pouring from my finger and I was screaming like a banshee. My mom came rushing down the stairs and rushed me to the hospital. Eight stitches and a few hours later, I was back home.

I was scolded by my mom for not listening and had a scar that I would have to live with for the rest of my life. Talk about instant karma.

STORY TWO:
I was seven years old and my dad had just gifted me a new bike. It was one that I had wanted for a while. It was a red and black X Games bike with pegs on the front and back.

I had the bike for about two weeks and all of my friends loved it. I was the coolest kid on the block, lol. It was a hot summer, so I loved to show off my new bike while I caught a breeze.

Suddenly, there was an extreme heat wave that knocked out the electricity to thousands of people. Being a kid, this really didn’t bother me. I thought it’d be fun to ride around in the dark and speed down the roads.

My mom told me not to ride around the block during the blackout, as it was not safe. I was a very obedient child, so I avoided riding beyond my parents field of view.

Being a tight-knit community, during the blackout, all the neighbors would come together and just talk. I took this as my chance to speed around the neighborhood, against my parents warning.

So, when I saw that my parents were lost in conversation with the neighbors, I started my journey around the pitch black neighborhood.

I figured that I would ride around the block and come back to show my parents that there was nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, things didn’t go quite as planned.

As soon as I made it around the block, there was another kid on a mountain bike. He looked to be about 16 years old. When he saw me approaching, he quickly leaped from his bike and aggressively pushed me off of my bike. I tumbled threw the grass and sprung up, as the adrenaline had began to rush through my veins.

By the time I could get on my feet, I saw the guy riding off into the dark on my new X Games bike, never to be seen again.

My parents were insanely upset to see me walking back home, crying my heart out. When I told them what had happened, we went riding around the neighborhood in hopes of finding the culprit.

Unfortunately, we never found my bike and I had to take it as a lesson learned in obedience. My parents bought me a new bike, but not until the following summer…thanks instant karma.

Anyhow, that’s the end of this storytime, comrades. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like, comment, share and subscribe! Stay tuned for more awesome content!!!

Sup, Comrades! It’s Discussion Time!
Have you ever heard the term “what goes around comes around”? Well…that’s called karma, and sometimes it doesn’t take so long to come back around. Anyhow, I want to know: Have you ever experienced instant karma?? Join the conversation and leave a comment below!

It was June, 2012. I was 19 years old and had made a new friend. Her name was Paige. Paige and I were coworkers. We started talking one day and discovered that we had a lot in common.

Paige was trying to pursue a career in modeling and had booked an audition with a huge modeling agency. She told me the good news and asked if I would join her for support. I congratulated her and happily agreed to join. The modeling agency was about 3 hours away, so it would be a bit of a roadtrip.

I love traveling and I love roadtrips, so that didn’t bother me at all. The day of her audition comes and we hit the road at noon. Paige’s audition was scheduled for 4 o’clock, so we wanted to give ourselves a little extra time to get there. The trip there was pretty fun, we talked, listened to music and laughed the entire way.

We arrived about 30 mins early, which was perfect because Paige was feeling a little nervous and needed time to calm down. When we entered the modeling agency, it was beautiful. High ceilings, fancy chandeliers, chic sculptures and artwork, amazing interior design…this place was dazzling.

We’re greeted by a representative who addresses Paige by name. The representative then takes us down to a room where there was a long runway, about 80 feet long. There were also several other people there sitting at a table, I assume they were judges.

I grab a seat and proceed to watch Paige strut up and down this runway. She would walk, stop, pose, give deep stares to the judges…she was very good. The audition went on for about a hour. After the walk, they did a brief photoshoot and conducted a brief interview with Paige.

When it was all said and done, they offered her a small contract with their agency, with unlimited growth potential. A scout also pulled me aside and invited me to come back for an audition. The day was a pretty good success.

We leave the audition at about 5:30 and decide to go for ice cream at one of the local ice cream parlors, to celebrate. We grab ice cream and do a little shopping and sightseeing before leaving. At about 8, we decide it’s time to head back home.

We hop in the car and hit the freeway. About 2 hours into the drive home, it’s pretty dark out now and Paige seemed a little uneasy. I look at her and ask if she’s okay. She tells me that she’s fine but that something was making her uncomfortable. I asked her what she meant and she asks me if I believe in psychics.

I found it a little silly, but I told her that I do believe in them to an extent. She then ask me if I had a cousin named David. Hmmm, my cousin David had committed suicide a year before, but he and I were very close. Feeling a little uneasy now, I tell her yes and ask how she knew that information.

She then tells me not to freak out, but he’s in the backseat. I look back and obviously the backseat is empty. I would have thought it was all a joke if she hadn’t been so spot on with his name and our relation to one another. Feeling more creeped out, I ask what does he look like. To my surprise, she broke down the very last outfit I ever seen him alive in, from the baseball cap to the tennis shoes. I was stunned.

At this point, I’m in full belief that she really is a psychic. So I ask her, what does he want. She explains that he just watches over me and that he says he misses me. Feeling a little emotional, I take a break to breath and tell her thank you.

We’re about 30 mins from home on a dark, long stretch of freeway with woods on either side. I’m still trying to process what had just happened when all of a sudden the back tire of the car completely blows out, like a small explosion…it literally popped.

We pull over to the side of the road and I ask her if she has a spare. She says that she does, but it’s flat. So now we’re here on this dark stretch of road with no spare, then to make matters worse, neither of our phones had a signal. I was extremely creeped out at this point.

Luckily, after about 20 minutes, a police car comes by. The officer stops and takes us to Paige’s parents house, which was closer by. Her dad grabs a spare from his car and takes us back to her car. When we got back, he fixed the tire and followed us a few miles, before heading back home.

I could not wait to get home. When I made it back home, I showered and got in bed. My thoughts were racing with the different aspects of the day. Paige and I continued to be good friends and although it still lingers in the back of my mind, I never asked her about the whole psychic thing again.

Anyhow, that’s the end of this storytime, comrades. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like, comment, share and subscribe! Stay tuned for more awesome content!!!

Sup Comrades, I hope all is well! So, I’ve been trying to develop a steady schedule for my posts. I think I’m going to post every Sunday at 11pm/Est and every Wednesday at 11pm/Est, with discussions in between…any opinions? Anyhow, new Storytime (Stranded With A Psychic) coming tonight at 11pm/Est. This is going to be an interesting one! Be sure to tune in tonight at 11pm/Est for an awesome #latenight read before the work/school week begins.