forum Person who Worships a Cup (I’m sorry it was a dare)
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@Hey_Its_Snowy_And_Im_Generally_Confused

Well, here ya go

 I got home from school early today, and I told my mom I would be going down to the basement to play video games. This had been going on for the last couple weeks. I wasn’t actually, but she couldn’t know that. No one really knew my secret. It all started last Wednesday. I was walking to a friends house, when I came across something unordinary. Beneath a nearby tree, was a plastic cup. Not any old cup, mind you, this cup was special. I felt something as soon as I touched it and immediately shoved it into my purse as to not raise any suspicion. That night when I got home, I took the cup down to my basement. I had been sensing a something, perhaps a presence, from deep inside the cup all night.

 I set it on a small table and pulled up a chair. To anyone else, it might seem like s dumb muddy styrofoam cup, but it was so much more. For several minutes I studied it, my eyes tracing the holes and the way the dirt was spread. There was a piece missing from it near the bottom, and it looked as if it had been chewed away. All of this was visible to the naked eye of course, yet there were other aspects that were not. I concentrated on the cup and, out of sheer curiosity and wonder, asked it, “What are you?” At that moment, a board game fell from across the room, causing me to jump. I hurried over to pick it up. The cover of the game read Gods and Goddesses. I dropped the game and ran back over to the cup. “What do you want?” I persisted. This time there was no answer.

 I kept going down to the basement everyday after school, asking the cup more questions such as “What’s your name” and “Why are you here.” Sometimes it would answer, sometimes it wouldn’t. What I know about is that it is most likely is god in the form of a styrofoam cup, and it’s a fan of goats. This may seem crazy, but I have come to worship the cup, in a weird way. I have a god in my basement that I talk to. It’s never responded to me much though, that is, not until today.

@CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa

I got home from school early today, and I told my mom I would be going down to the basement to play video games. This had been going on for the last couple weeks. I wasn’t actually, but she couldn’t know that. No one really knew my secret. It all started last Wednesday. I was walking to a friends house, when I came across something unordinary. Beneath a nearby tree, was a plastic cup. Not any old cup, mind you, this cup was special. I felt something as soon as I touched it and immediately shoved it into my purse as to not raise any suspicion. That night when I got home, I took the cup down to my basement. I had been sensing a something, perhaps a presence, from deep inside the cup all night.

I set it on a small table and pulled up a chair. To anyone else, it might seem like s dumb muddy styrofoam cup, but it was so much more. For several minutes I studied it, my eyes tracing the holes and the way the dirt was spread. There was a piece missing from it near the bottom, and it looked as if it had been chewed away. All of this was visible to the naked eye of course, yet there were other aspects that were not. I concentrated on the cup and, out of sheer curiosity and wonder, asked it, “What are you?” At that moment, a board game fell from across the room, causing me to jump. I hurried over to pick it up. The cover of the game read Gods and Goddesses. I dropped the game and ran back over to the cup. “What do you want?” I persisted. This time there was no answer.

I kept going down to the basement everyday after school, asking the cup more questions such as “What’s your name” and “Why are you here.” Sometimes it would answer, sometimes it wouldn’t. What I know about is that it is most likely is god in the form of a styrofoam cup, and it’s a fan of goats. This may seem crazy, but I have come to worship the cup, in a weird way. I have a god in my basement that I talk to. It’s never responded to me much though, that is, not until today.