A small tool to view real-world ActivityPub objects as JSON! Enter a URL
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Accept
header
to the server to view the underlying object.
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"content": "He stumbled out of the alleyway clutching his stomach. Doubled over, sweating profusely, the gaping pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. As if something scooped out his soul, ripping his heart out of his chest and leaving an empty paper shell to tremble helplessly in the wind. With a moan, he fell forward onto the sidewalk.<br />He rolled onto his back and, with a terror filled scream, he yelled out. There was something there, right there, he felt it pushing, tarring, clawing through his torso. It started in his chest. Sharp pains, cutting, then movement, something where he felt his heart should be dislodged and began to rip its way down to his belly.<br />He lifted his shirt to see it...distending the skin...it was a pinhole tare and then, as it continued, the blood began to flow between his fingers as he hopelessly attempted to hold back the inevitable.<br />His heart had bitrade him and as it burst through his skin he saw it. <br />Dark, wounded, and old...While there were no eyes, he knew it looked at him and laughed. It slithered away. leaving him to die. <br />It was an odd feeling. In a way he welcomed it. The pain was gone, and all that was left was to prepare for the end. ",
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"content": "He stumbled out of the alleyway clutching his stomach. Doubled over, sweating profusely, the gaping pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. As if something scooped out his soul, ripping his heart out of his chest and leaving an empty paper shell to tremble helplessly in the wind. With a moan, he fell forward onto the sidewalk.\nHe rolled onto his back and, with a terror filled scream, he yelled out. There was something there, right there, he felt it pushing, tarring, clawing through his torso. It started in his chest. Sharp pains, cutting, then movement, something where he felt his heart should be dislodged and began to rip its way down to his belly.\nHe lifted his shirt to see it...distending the skin...it was a pinhole tare and then, as it continued, the blood began to flow between his fingers as he hopelessly attempted to hold back the inevitable.\nHis heart had bitrade him and as it burst through his skin he saw it. \nDark, wounded, and old...While there were no eyes, he knew it looked at him and laughed. It slithered away. leaving him to die. \nIt was an odd feeling. In a way he welcomed it. The pain was gone, and all that was left was to prepare for the end. ",
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"content": "<br />300 word stories <br />#1<br /><br /><br /> The couch was a trap. Laying in wait for unsuspecting bodies, tired from a day’s work or a sanctuary for a slothful spirit; However, it holds a unique danger. A deeply cut wound of the heart can destroy one’s ability to rise from the comfort of the cushions. They call, with all the safety and consolation of the coffin. He could die there, he would sink into the ground without anything left to do.<br />\tAll those dreams where lost. Every hope stolen, every escape shut off from him. His heart died it’s final death and he was left with an impossible choice. He was a monster, that was apparent to him by the time he was seven years old and yet, unlike others of his background and temperament, he chose to withhold his natural inclinations. He took those horrid thoughts and buried them underneath more noble ideas. <br />\tThese “Higher” goals where more difficult, less natural and when he failed to meet up with them, he would turn to more blunt measures. He would hobble himself from time to time to make sure he would hurt anyone. The refuge of a monster with a conscious. He subjected himself to beatings, heartbreak, ridicule, and ostracization from family, friends, and lovers. The later leading to his final downfall. <br />\tHe had met her online and they almost immediately hit it off. She was funny, giving, and kind. She had offered him what he had wanted for so long…love and acceptance. She said she understood, but how could she…he was a fool to think she wouldn’t throw him away once she saw who he was. She was a good woman, but he was a monster in the worst way. He would die knowing she hated him. <br />\tShe was his last love and his fina<br />",
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"content": "\n300 word stories \n#1\n\n\n The couch was a trap. Laying in wait for unsuspecting bodies, tired from a day’s work or a sanctuary for a slothful spirit; However, it holds a unique danger. A deeply cut wound of the heart can destroy one’s ability to rise from the comfort of the cushions. They call, with all the safety and consolation of the coffin. He could die there, he would sink into the ground without anything left to do.\n\tAll those dreams where lost. Every hope stolen, every escape shut off from him. His heart died it’s final death and he was left with an impossible choice. He was a monster, that was apparent to him by the time he was seven years old and yet, unlike others of his background and temperament, he chose to withhold his natural inclinations. He took those horrid thoughts and buried them underneath more noble ideas. \n\tThese “Higher” goals where more difficult, less natural and when he failed to meet up with them, he would turn to more blunt measures. He would hobble himself from time to time to make sure he would hurt anyone. The refuge of a monster with a conscious. He subjected himself to beatings, heartbreak, ridicule, and ostracization from family, friends, and lovers. The later leading to his final downfall. \n\tHe had met her online and they almost immediately hit it off. She was funny, giving, and kind. She had offered him what he had wanted for so long…love and acceptance. She said she understood, but how could she…he was a fool to think she wouldn’t throw him away once she saw who he was. She was a good woman, but he was a monster in the worst way. He would die knowing she hated him. \n\tShe was his last love and his fina\n",
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"content": "I have been desperately dealing with a desire.<br />",
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"content": "The pain of being alone is compounded by the heartbreak that caused it. It's a mixture of a grey, sinking feeling, swilling scarlet pouring forth from a wounded heart, the intense flashes of pained memories, mixed together in a torrent of confused emotional pain. <br />She was the center of the world, the jewel in the middle of a stone. Jagged, razor sharp reminisces, prolonged ruminations without cease. They all surround her beautiful memory. I was lucky enough to see it, once upon a time. It has mesmerized me so that I have been stupefied ever since. <br />Is this obsession, selfish...yes...yes it is. how could it not be?<br />it's the paradox of love. Love is desperate.",
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"content": "The pain of being alone is compounded by the heartbreak that caused it. It's a mixture of a grey, sinking feeling, swilling scarlet pouring forth from a wounded heart, the intense flashes of pained memories, mixed together in a torrent of confused emotional pain. \nShe was the center of the world, the jewel in the middle of a stone. Jagged, razor sharp reminisces, prolonged ruminations without cease. They all surround her beautiful memory. I was lucky enough to see it, once upon a time. It has mesmerized me so that I have been stupefied ever since. \nIs this obsession, selfish...yes...yes it is. how could it not be?\nit's the paradox of love. Love is desperate.",
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"content": "He took his third beer from the fridge and took a moment to enjoy the sad moment. it had been 16 years of sobriety that he had drank a way and he really only had a vague notion of the danger he was in. The apartment had taken its damager. Every morning he would find different supersites, a broken windows shade, the computer on the floor, etc., but he went on. Why? ",
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"content": "He took his third beer from the fridge and took a moment to enjoy the sad moment. it had been 16 years of sobriety that he had drank a way and he really only had a vague notion of the danger he was in. The apartment had taken its damager. Every morning he would find different supersites, a broken windows shade, the computer on the floor, etc., but he went on. Why? ",
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"content": "Let’s take a simple feeling, one that everyone hopefully feels at least once in their lives, love. What is it? I mean there are whole operas, novels, movies, songs, countless poems, written about it. Buildings and monuments have been built under it’s lash and dedicated to someone or another for love’s sake. Yet do we know what it is? Is it a feeling? Is it an action, not just sex, but a dedication to another person so deep that you would give your very life for them? Is it just a chemical reaction to certain stimulus, one that bounds us to a person and clouds our minds exciting our emotions? Does it create an illusion of something more meaningful, more permanent, than a wish to satisfy simple reproductive and social instincts? <br />For me, I think it could be a curse? At least for some of us that are desperate enough to want it but too awkward to find it.<br /><br />Kim,<br />I wanted to do this last night but the opportunity didn’t come up. I attempted to call earlier and you didn’t pick up either. However, it needs to be done and I think you know why.<br />I loved you from the moment I saw you. I loved our talks and the way you laughed, the physical connection, our shared dreams, everything seemed perfect. Unfortunately, it seems, we are just not compatible. I could make this into a list of things that you and I did wrong, but that’s not who I am trying to be today. The fact is we just don’t have the same perspective on life. I thought we did, I hoped we did, and the longer I was with you the more I wanted to be with you, so I began to ignore that we didn't. We tried different solutions, different things and nothing worked.<br />Know that this is not because I have fallen out of love with you, it’s because I have to be ok with me. Being with you was draining me and If I have nothing to give then what do I have to offer? Nothing. <br />I wish more than anything that I could be the man you need, but I can’t, and that hurts so bad that I don’t know if I will ever recover from it. I will think about you every day for the rest of my life and regret that we couldn’t make it work. You may think that is weak, and that’s ok.<br />If I said or did anything during our time together that hurt you, I am sorry.<br />I know I said I would always be there for you. Unfortunately, I have to break that promise. Please do not contact me. It's just too painful. <br />Jason<br />",
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"published": "2022-09-05T04:26:33+00:00",
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"content": "Let’s take a simple feeling, one that everyone hopefully feels at least once in their lives, love. What is it? I mean there are whole operas, novels, movies, songs, countless poems, written about it. Buildings and monuments have been built under it’s lash and dedicated to someone or another for love’s sake. Yet do we know what it is? Is it a feeling? Is it an action, not just sex, but a dedication to another person so deep that you would give your very life for them? Is it just a chemical reaction to certain stimulus, one that bounds us to a person and clouds our minds exciting our emotions? Does it create an illusion of something more meaningful, more permanent, than a wish to satisfy simple reproductive and social instincts? \nFor me, I think it could be a curse? At least for some of us that are desperate enough to want it but too awkward to find it.\n\nKim,\nI wanted to do this last night but the opportunity didn’t come up. I attempted to call earlier and you didn’t pick up either. However, it needs to be done and I think you know why.\nI loved you from the moment I saw you. I loved our talks and the way you laughed, the physical connection, our shared dreams, everything seemed perfect. Unfortunately, it seems, we are just not compatible. I could make this into a list of things that you and I did wrong, but that’s not who I am trying to be today. The fact is we just don’t have the same perspective on life. I thought we did, I hoped we did, and the longer I was with you the more I wanted to be with you, so I began to ignore that we didn't. We tried different solutions, different things and nothing worked.\nKnow that this is not because I have fallen out of love with you, it’s because I have to be ok with me. Being with you was draining me and If I have nothing to give then what do I have to offer? Nothing. \nI wish more than anything that I could be the man you need, but I can’t, and that hurts so bad that I don’t know if I will ever recover from it. I will think about you every day for the rest of my life and regret that we couldn’t make it work. You may think that is weak, and that’s ok.\nIf I said or did anything during our time together that hurt you, I am sorry.\nI know I said I would always be there for you. Unfortunately, I have to break that promise. Please do not contact me. It's just too painful. \nJason\n",
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"content": "The weather is nice today. The sun is shining and I can even hear the singing of birds. I spent a moment standing outside on the porch. It was bright and beautiful. The orange tree is full of life, green with small white flowers interspersed. Its presence is strong and pressing, its branches have grown unabated up to the stairs and over the worn wooden handrails. I do not mind, however. I like watching the bumble bees, hummingbirds, and other insects make their ways around the points of color and green life. It is calming. <br />\tIt reminds me that I am part of this world. Not the center, not on the periphery, but a part of. No matter how I want to frame it I am here and I can’t completely escape. There is a wonderous moment when we all come to know that truth. I am here. There is no “where” just here. I am a part of, not a part from. <br />",
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"content": "The weather is nice today. The sun is shining and I can even hear the singing of birds. I spent a moment standing outside on the porch. It was bright and beautiful. The orange tree is full of life, green with small white flowers interspersed. Its presence is strong and pressing, its branches have grown unabated up to the stairs and over the worn wooden handrails. I do not mind, however. I like watching the bumble bees, hummingbirds, and other insects make their ways around the points of color and green life. It is calming. \n\tIt reminds me that I am part of this world. Not the center, not on the periphery, but a part of. No matter how I want to frame it I am here and I can’t completely escape. There is a wonderous moment when we all come to know that truth. I am here. There is no “where” just here. I am a part of, not a part from. \n",
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"content": "My main channel (if you can call it that) has been Banned for spam.<br />I don't even send anything to anyone else nor do I post anything other than memes and news stories. <br /><br />I didn't even get any warnings.",
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"content": "My main channel (if you can call it that) has been Banned for spam.\nI don't even send anything to anyone else nor do I post anything other than memes and news stories. \n\nI didn't even get any warnings.",
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