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SCP-XXXX - A.L.I.C.E
Special Containment Procedures: Subject is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment module within Site-██ with manual locks and a non electronic door. There must be 2 (two) armed guards present to both secure subject and to prevent a possible containment breach. Subject must be kept 5 (five) meters away from any electronic devices especially those which contain data, electricity or any information that questions the foundations' anonymity. On the event of a security breach, caused by subject or not, subjects' anomalous properties may be used for personnels' exile or for reference. Any staff working with SCP-XXXX are reminded not to speak with the subject unless directed otherwise by 2 (two) Level-3 agents. Personnel working with the subject must also speak in a soft tone when speaking directly to SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid Caucasian female of approximately 19 year
SCP-XXXX - The Good Employee
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept covered in a standard 10m x 10m Containment cell on Site- ██. Personnel are reminded not to remove the tarp over the subject at any time.
Description:SCP-4081 is a weathered wooden office desk with one (1) standard office chair, one(1)yellow coffee mug,two(2) pens and one(1) red Swingline brand stapler. Found in a meadow in Germany when a photographer fell victim to the item's anomalous properties on ██/08/ ████. When subjects view SCP-XXXX they instantly have the desire to sit in the office chair (hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-B) and use the items inside of SCP-XXXX's drawers. Viewers of the item often resort to violence in order to be the "best employee" and attacking anyone within 20 m of the item. The "best employee" will then seat him(her)self, pull items out of SCP-XXXX's drawers and make "work-like" motions. Often taking five
SCP-XXXX -The Weeping Tree
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard outside botanical containment and must be trimmed monthly to avoid any minor hazards. Surrounding area of SCP-XXXX should be cleaned and cared to once per day. Guards are to make sure civilians do not tamper with the subject.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a tree that appears to resemble the common Acer saccharum (Sugar Maple tree) and grows to 45 m in hight when left untrimmed. Subject was found in ██████, Ontario, Canada. Four (4) miles into █████████ Botanical Gardens and secluded from the other trees in the park. Subject has burnt orange and lemon yellow foliage. When personnel inquired about SCP-XXXX present staff did not seem to have any records but did note sighting the subject "raining". Although there are no known records of the subject in or beyond █
SCP-2938 (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
Item #: SCP-2938
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-020 are kept in a hermetically sealed cylindrical cultivation chamber measuring 1 m in diameter and 1 m high. This chamber is located inside its own sealed containment room in ██████, which is accessible only via airlock.
In case of security breach SCP-2938 should be considered ALPHA PRIORITY
SCP-2938 can be temporarily neutralized by they use of exposure to extremely low temperatures.
Video surveillance cameras are installed within the containment room, and must be checked every three (3) hours. Any personnel entering the containment room must wear Biosafety Level 5 equipment. In case of personnel being present during a containment breach of SCP-2938 any personnel are to be considered expendable. The procedure of containing SCP-2938 personnel are required to expose SCP-2938 to concentrated temperatures below -300ºC.
SCP-2939 - Book of Riddles
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-2939 is to be kept in an underground vault secured by no fewer than five armed guards.
Revision: SCP-2939 is to be kept in a passcode-secured locker. Further research requires O5 approval.
Description: SCP-2939 is a hardcover book, approximately 3,000 pages long. The front cover and spine feature the title "Book of Riddles Vol.1" with no information of the author or press and no records exist. SCP:2939 was discovered in ██████,Iowa by a group of hikers. When opened, SCP:2939 will pull its reader into a trance in which the reader (now referred to as SCP:2939-2) will be asked a series of riddles, this process can not be interrupted due to SCP:2939's ability to throw SCP:2939-2 into a state of dysphoria until SCP:2939 can continue, SCP:2939-2 will even resort to violence if denied returning to the process. SCP
SCP-2937 - Petra Virus
Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized
Item #: SCP-2937
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2937 samples are biological hazards and all related protocols apply. Zero communications from operatives or outside channels during any given twenty-five(25)-hour period. The quarantine period for operatives leaving the facility is one (1) month. If a breach has occurred, incineration and irradiation measures shall be deployed. [DATA EXPUNGED] testing completed and shows no need for further examination.
Personnel are required to be observed after handing samples of the virus regardless of their level. If personnel are showing symptoms of SCP-2937 ,in its later state of progression, personnel will be terminated as well as any one who has ██████████ with infected personnel.
Description: SCP-2937 is a contagion that leaves subject as a statue. SCP-2937 is contracted by the exc
The Little GirlI am anger and so much pain.
I wonder how long until it drives me insane.
I hear father screaming but inside he is gleaming,
I see him coming my way.
I want to be free and I want to get out.
I am anger and so much pain.
I pretend if I stay there will be something to gain.
I feel so lost, I feel so ashamed.
I touch the lifeless bird on the grass.
I worry I'll too look the same.
I cry from the drunken grasp.
I am anger and so much pain.
I understand what will happen, it's killing my brain.
I say "I am sorry" but I mean "I forgive".
I hope that one day I'll be worthy to live.
I am fear and so much pain.
DarknessI am so lonely.
My mother is death.
My father is loathing.
I will twist you and turn you out.
Always making sure you never see me coming.
Scream all you wish but no one will ever find you.
You cry and I fill with glee.
I'll sweep you up then blind you.
I know you're afraid, I smell it in the air.
I break everyday, and not one soul cares.
It seems my whispers misguide you.
I don't love you in any way.
The touch of my hand will instantly frighten you.
But we both know not much of me can harm.
Though, with you there is fear.
You are half right.
With their wits and their charm they will catch you unarmed
And eat all of the light you hold dear.
I am from....I am from the grey cottage with a statue of a baby in front, from ice cream, Tolkien and solitary play dates.
I am from the hill, the last house on the right, with the aisle of pavement and a cherry tree. From the smell of lilacs and gardenias in the summer.
I am from the two great bushes, tulips and soil, the evergreens, the dandelions and the majestic moss.
I am from never surrendering to traditions and the Hobbit body shape, from mother and grandma and Turners alike.
I am from compassion and impatience.
From "you can be anything you dream to be" and "don't you ever stick your tongue out at me again".
I am from loyalty and understanding. I am from the desire to understand all views.
I’m from the Cherokee, the Germans and many more. I am from pasta and lumpia.
From the bumps and bruises of exploring the woods and from breaking my glasses when I fell.
I am from the bookshelf, in the living room, with albums, and photos and many, many, cookbooks.
I am from fireflies, moonlight and
TruthLogic is seeing
Pain is teaching
Blindness is strength
Balance seeks itself
My soul is sooted
Desperate for YouDay by day
Brick by brick
Tree by tree
Tear by tear
Day by day
Trials and temptation at my door
As the grass grows in the world
My soul being put to the test
Day by day
Every hour and every second
Realizes that I am desperate for the Lord
For the Lord to hold me from falling
Lord, I'm desperate for You
My heart tears and wears from a lack of Your wisdom
I thirst and hunger for You
Lord, You hear my cries and You know that I am desperate for more of You
Lord, You are the only who fills my lungs with air
Lord, You are the only that speaks words into my mouth
Lord, You are the only one that makes my heart beat louder than drums
I'm desperate for more of You; Lord, I'm desperate for You
Teach me Lord to worship You with all that I am on my knees
To depend on You and have Your way in every part of my life
Lord, I am desperate for more of Your love
Lord, I am desperate for more of You in my life
You are the only one that will last forever
You are the only one that will love forever
You are t
you can runfather, father, will no one see us,
will the sun shield us with her bedouin cloth,
years from now will i be ashamed of what i had or
when i was whimpering in the open under dust-
soaked banners of the sun
father, father, mouth to your ear,
my sand-golem, have you ever been, if yes,
have you ever been here,
will we tumble down the crater, father,
will we let them pass,
who would be searching for us
between the frigid lips of the desert,
who would send hounds after us
except they're running,
who would leave tracks of dried saliva,
tumbleweed tongues, father,
are they far away and are we cowards
and if we are,
father father, will no one see us,
will my wish be granted,
will i be cocooned in sandstorm daggers
to be blinded, ten
years from now when i crawl out of the crat
True Strength LiesHeroes are strong beyond physical belief
With the bulking muscles to intelligence
With super powers to physical perfection
The image everyone wants to be
Heroes are stronger than any man
They are gods in the flesh
They can crush temples and fight monsters with their bare hands
They are only myths, but they are images
Be as strong as the almighty Hercules
You have the strength within to control everything
Destiny works against you and for you
All that matters is strength
Images, that's all they are
Hopes in having that body of Hercules
The tiny man getting picked on to becoming a strong man
Strength in the form of an image, but not a inward image
Samson, oh Samson
Just as bold and mighty as Hercules
The last judge who flirted with danger
He was stronger than any man, but he was really weak
A Nazarite who couldn't say no to all things that were bad
Flirted with danger with his physical being
But then was crushed by Delilah for a payment of 1,000 pieces of silver
Given into the hands of a
Lydia: The WallI used to live behind a wall,
a barrier separating me
from Those Out There,
and them from me,
tall and wide,
Some bricks were laid
some by religion
some laid by others,
some by myself,
and so the wall grew.
Some bricks were pretty,
others I hated,
some made me feel safe,
Some I wished I could break away -
others I never wanted to,
and so the wall stood,
my friend and my foe,
from Those Out There,
and them from me.
There it stood,
Gentile and Jew,
woman and man,
Greek and foreigner,
slave and free,
rich and poor -
my neighbour and me,
I felt safe
because of the Wall -
you broke it down.
Down it fell
as men took women seriously -
this woman -
Down it fell
as Jews entered a Gentile home -
my home -
Down it fell
as you gave me
a new life,
a new perspective.
Let me live
a life without walls
in your House without locks
where all may come in.
Let me invit
I ask for Your strength
And Your energy, Lord
For my dearest friend and me
Send Your Holy Spirit
To guide our footsteps
Provide what You know we need
For Your promise
Will not give us more than we can bear
Psychedelia Dementia.Yellow night,
this alien world is so bright,
there is no darkness here only glorious light.
The grass is red and gold,
and the trees are shades of purple,
I feel this world is old,
in the distant there are mountains of silver and marble.
With every breath I take,
with an easy pace I make,
every step takes me closer to a lake,
am I dreaming or am I awake?
The lake is liquid glass,
sparkling crystalline gas,
lightning trapped underneath,
beats with a rhythm of a heart!
And as I draw closer,
I hear the music of this world,
I feel it's taking me over,
suddenly the surroundings whirled.
I look up to a familiar sky,
blackness of space greets me,
something inside me feels hollow and all I want to do is cry,
if I close my eyes forever then maybe I can come back and see.
The absense of colour drives me insane,
this place is too plain,
I must find a way to go back and stay forever,
and I don't want to leave ever.
RegretsStanding on the banks of the River Styx,
This river where dreams abandon the men who dreamt
Cold biting through my soul's mortal cage
I began to wonder about God, where He was
Although I really needed only look up from my feet
He was standing beside me, of course
Because after all
This was where I had always left him
I am ArtemisI am the woman who stands beside you. Always keeping a watchful eye.
I have the hands that will warm and guide you. To keep you safe from death's surprise.
I will run through the forest to find you. I will be there for every hunt.
I am the shadow lurking behind you, but never fear,my child , I won't be blunt.
I am the mother, the hunter and your friend.
You will see my light when the dawn comes to an end.
Stand beside me and you'll never step away from bliss.
I am the guardian inside you.
I am Artemis.
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