The Babysitter 2(WARNING: This story contains themes of abdl, bondage, and sissyfication. If that isn't your thing, feel free to move on)The Babysitter 22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex pouted, sucking on the soap to keep it in place. He stood patiently as the time ticked by. He wondered Kacey was, and hoped she was alright. He figured she was, as hiding was just the type of prank she would play. It hadn’t been too long since the entire thing started, and she would come out soon. She was normally fine on her own, and could actually take care of herself for days if she wanted to, though she normally didn’t. The babysitter was just part of their game. She’d be fine.
He wondered briefly what the people at work thought. They wouldn’t really miss him, the hockey game was optional and a lot of people didn’t go.
However, these thoughts were all just to distract him from a pressing matter. The cramps he had felt in his stomach earlier had grown considerably, and he felt the pressure getting worse. He had given the s
Choose MeWhen she was younger, Yolanda’s mother would always tell her that when she saw her future husband, it would click within minutes of meeting him. Yolanda didn’t have any problem with that; in fact, she was awfully impatient for her dream man to appear.Choose Me2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only thing is, all these seventeen years; she was expecting her dream man to be, well, a man.
When Yolanda drove to McDonalds at 3 am in her old, beaten up car to get herself probably-a-McFlurry, there was a girl climbing to the roof of the place. A large crowbar-looking-thing was in between her teeth, which were almost as light as the rest of her. She had pale skin and blonde hair in a bun that bobbed with every movement. She glowed in the starlight so much that it would be impossible to miss her. At least Yolanda’s soil coloured skin didn’t draw attention during the night (Though it certainly got attention during the day.)
She wasted no time on the sun faded roof before taking the crowbar in her
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"Then you have to bang to the right from the street lights, and if you walk still for like ten minutes, you will find Grand Dove street at your left, my dear" Woman selling ice creams smiled at young mage which wandered around for a while at the town. "It's hard to miss it, because it's the oldest street in the town."
"Thank you very much, madam." Raakiel thanked her greatly and with fresh load of energy, moved on.
Not without a reason, mage wanted to relocate at the oldest street in the town, without newest buildings. At place like this, somone like Raakiel can easly hide with his magical powers, because if some accident happend he can discard it on scratching doors, windows or on making noises pipes. And at least, mage hopes that his neighbors won't be nosey at all.
"Grand Dove 25th, Grand Dove 25th.." He murmured in searching of the right tenement house. It was a little bit hard because of similiar buildings, growing up alongside of the
Realizing the truthOn a regular Wednesday afternoon, Hademon was walking to a cafe restaurant to get a medium sized decaf coffee. When he went inside he went to the cash register to order his drink but then he saw a certain pink-haired girl with a black and white cap on her head sitting alone in a corner drinking iced tea, looking sad.Realizing the truth5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hademon walked over towards her and said, "Normally I wouldn't see you here moping alone. What's with the sad face?"
Criminal Minka looked at him and said, "It's DisMordy, that's why I upset."
"Oh boy... Not this again." He thought to himself.
"I made him a gift that took me weeks to create, and he didn't accept it." She said.
"What was the gift?" He asked.
"A a sculpture of his face." She replied.
"Oh... Soo, what did he do?" He asked.
"He took my gift then threw it in the garbage..." She replied.
"Damn... That was harsh... Uh Criminal Minka, you do know that DisMo doesn't like you right? And that he doesn't want to be near you? And is GAY?!"
"....I knew from the beginnin
The Origin of Colonel KR and His Car COLTNo superhero is complete without an origin story. Why should I be an exception?The Origin of Colonel KR and His Car COLT22 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
DISCLAIMER: The events and characters depicted in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or any events, past or present, is coincidental and unintentional.
The story begins in 1855, the birth year of Friedrich Muenster, son of Josef and Adrianne, in the northern coastal German town of Lübeck. As a boy, Friedrich enjoyed travelling to sweet shops in his home town and its neighboring districts, gazing in bewilderment at what concoctions candy-makers could make appear before his tiny eyes. When he was about thirteen, he decided to follow his passion and became an apprentice to baker and chocolatier Marten Baumeister Sr. and his cousin Adelbert Stroopwafel (his father was a Dutchman). Six years of mastering the chocolatier craft later, young adult Friedrich thanked his father and mother for all they had given him and promptly set sail to the New World for a promisi
Sunset (from a long time ago)Even as I looked out the horizon, I could feel the burden weigh heavier by the second. Space and time seemed to slow down, letting the sunlight fall on me one last time before I had to forget it all. I shifted from my position and left the single blood red rose petal alone to fly away somewhere it belongs, somewhere it dwells. The blinding sun reduced to a shimmering gold against the silvery-blue waves. I glanced one last time, trying to imprint the perfect memory in my mind before walking away forever. Crouching into my hood, I silently waved goodbye in my mind, then walked against the light.Sunset (from a long time ago)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
mornings / nightsoh my god, it was the galaxies and constellations that sat in your eyes when we talked.mornings / nights6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was the mixed feelings i had the day i met you, jealousies and anguish.
it was the brightness of the streetlights shining into my door as i sat in the hall at 3am, silent.
it had to change at some point;; it had to flip around. when we werent talking it was object permanence that failed and i thought you werent real and boy, that was scary, but when you would send me a message my memory lit up like a christmas tree display.
i felt like you were leaving. i thought, maybe, you would just never talk to me again;; as silly and impractical it sounds, its what i told myself as i lay awake into the hours of the morning, thinking about you.
its been three years.
sometimes, i still lay awake thinking of you at 4, 5am. but i know with certainty, that you dont anymore. i am a distant memory on your plate of loved ones, long gone, bits remaining.
forgive me for seeing the best in you a