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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
The EndAll gone, all gone.
No sorrow anymore, no more wandering.
All lost, all gone.
No hunger, no fear, no worry.
All saved and won.
VoicesWalking as a child on desolate wild ways
a voice would often call
“Come to me child, come to me.”
It was not to be heard, it was in my mind
wafting like waves on a shore
ebbing soft then strong
“I know you. I know you!” I would cry!
Now that I am grown
that voice has become a chorus
they beckon to me always
cross vast distances they call
“Come to us child, come to us!”
“Let us share with you our pain!”
“Let us know that we are not alone!”
“Please help us find our way!”
V. L. Croasdell 1992
HomeI will board the metal of the sky;
And let it fly me across an undiscovered puddle.
To where, we are going to touch down, the rock screams with my blood.
Slowly will we land, all our eyes filled with the sheep of sleep.
Then I shall slide down, and let my feet rest on the earths hair of soil.
The clouds can stroke my hair while I taste it's foggy air for the first time.
Here, I can never fall, the old magic wrapping me up in the pebbled buildings, streets, and walls.
The lands blanket waves, its lines the colours of true bold.
As the wind pushes it on, I can hear it whisper the lovely word:
The CloudThe black cloud is like a smothering blanket, blocking out the sun and draining all the color from my world.
It leaves everything lifeless. The sun is still there, but its warmth is gone, stolen by the cloud and replaced with trembling, bitter cold.
I can't find another to lend me their warmth. I'm frozen in place, and the weight of the darkness is too much to bear. It's crushing me.
So I run to You, the only light I can see now. I run to the shelter of Your wings, Your warmth, and Your light. And I let the waterfall flow from my eyes. You keep me safe until the cloud is swept away in the wind and the sun shines again, like it always does.
And then You hold my hand as we walk together.
This Ugly Little ChurchThis Ugly Little Church
My church is an ugly building, all dull and boring grey-brown brick, with overhanging angles to the roof
It looks more like a spaceship than a place of worship to be sure
I don’t go to that church anymore, or any church, more due to apathy than an active desire not to attend
I remember the time someone threw a burning tire onto the roof of the church, tried to burn it down
The scorch marks are still there
I also remember when some men broke in and spray-painted pentagrams on the altar, and stole the tabernacle
They trashed the community hall where charity fundraisers are held, stole everything families had donated; since no one got killed the newspapers treated it as a victimless crime
I used to go to that community hall when I was in Scouting
I just wish I’d gone to church more often because soon they’ll have to close it, the attendance is just too low
The kids grew up and don’t care about attending anymore, I grew up and don’t car
breathe that soul straight down my throatyou are my full-lipped muse
and half-lidded siren
humming a broken chorus
breathing to a metronome
sighing in crescendo
an evangelizer of acoustics
the ministry of instrumentals
I've been baptized
in your anarchist hymns
you've made me a believer
of vinyl and a religion without god
Hark! You Linger StillNot the wind, the rain, nor the driven snow
would ever, could ever, should ever know
Just how deep your roots go
Spread through the soil like so many fingers
Deep in the earth a part of you lingers
After the flesh has gone and you've been stripped of leaves
Deep deep down a part of me grieves
But rejoice! There you still live, even after your trunk gives.
Waiting to grow and spring forth anew!
Even though this won't be the same you.
Hark! The sun and the earth they do know
How far you've fallen, just to regrow.
Chakrathe Tree of Life is in your hands
the winding of your veins
up and down and through your arms
it ends up in your heart
pulsing Blood is your own story
a tale that’s told in cells
shrinking down in four dimensions
hidden by old Mimir’s holt
on and on into obscurity
hidden by the Veil of Maja
you are a piece of eternity
your final end is God
izvor sufletescvom devenii cândva mai mult
decât suma născocirilor noastre
egali cu spiritele cosmice
prin pură imaginație
din spațiu și timp
ajungând mai mult decât oarba mare?
sau ne dedicăm întreagă energie vitală
și hrănim marele colector:
vortexul proiecției psihice
cărui portal zeiesc
ne curăță individual
pietruind-ne fără nici o îndoială
drumul către stele
să nu aflăm nicicând mersul drept
voi eșua eu oare mental
să redirecționez curenții făr de glas -
oare acest stomac nesățios
va coopta pentru totdeauna?
vom fi mai mult cândva decât trepte ultrascurte
planuri de construcție-n colapsuri universale
de reînnoire informativă?
Copernic, Galileo și Leonardo
singuri într-o lu
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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