Getting Tickled in Class!Takes place in my Global History class, primarily. My friend Haley (might remember her from another story of mine) was always coming up with ways for us to amuse ourselves, since we already had decent grades in the class we could afford to slack off. That, and it was high school, which isn't too difficult these days.Getting Tickled in Class!1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, it's quite warm and even me, being uncomfortable with my pale-ish skin, decided to wear more comfy clothes. I wore a pair of tan shorts, a t-shirt and exchanged my converse and socks for some cheap flipflops. No sweaty feet for me that day, I figured.
Haley, knowing my weakness to tickling from a previous encounter, decided to take advantage of this. I'm sitting, listening to the lecture and twiddling my hair in my fingers, bored out of my mind. I suddenly feel a prick on my foot. I had my left foot crossed over the right, flipflop barely attached to my foot anymore. I managed to stifle my laugh into a sound similar to when you clear your throat. I look back and se
Webcam Stuffer Pt. 3(Contains vore and stuffing)Webcam Stuffer Pt. 31 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In a tall glass corporate spire that overlooked Anytown, USA, David Grace sighed and walked out of the elevator. Just another Monday, he thought. He was the CFO for WebVid, the parent company of the site where Sarah posted her stuffing blogs.
“Morning, sir,” his chipper red headed secretary greeted him, typing away as usual.
“Morning, Amy,” He really didn't know what she did. Throughout the day he heard the endless clatter of keyboard but when he asked for something urgent she was always dumbfounded and hadn't done it.
Once he settled in, he pulled his NewsJournal out of its sleeve. Yawning, he called to Amy for her to bring him some coffee. WebVid was doing very well with subscriptions and advertisements and at this point, David was simply coasting. He awaited the day they would be bought out so he could cash out and live the life of doing nothing he had always wanted.
Amy brought in his coffee. David flipped over to the next sectio
early-morning tickles"Raaachel."early-morning tickles2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There was a poke to my side, and then a hand gently shaking my shoulder. I groaned and rolled to face away from Lisa, burying my head in my pillow - it was too early to wake up, and I was too tired. I yawned and almost didn't hear Lisa say, "Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
I shook my head and murmured, "No."
Though I expected Lisa to start shaking me again, she just settled back against the pillows and said, sounding amused, "Well, don't blame me when you're late for work."
I huffed out a sigh and rolled over. "Don't wanna get up," I mumbled. I stretched, and the camisole that I'd worn to bed as a pajama top rose up over my stomach, leaving most of my belly exposed. I idly scratched my stomach and added, "No motivation," before letting out another yawn.
Lisa rolled her eyes at me. "I can see that, little-miss-lazy."
My tummy gave a hungry, early-morning, breakfast-expecting growl that made me briefly consider getting up, before reaching behind me and putting my pillow over my
for once, i will not point out our reversalsyou have taken my moments, my words from my lips, and it is all spilling from your wide, tattooed hands; butchered by your scattered tongue, they are prettier than i could ever make them with ten thousand re-writes (and if you don't believe me, open the brown door and pick up the stack of brooklyn-eyed notebooks hiding in my closet and ripple their pages: you will find me, and a whole lot of you, pressed like faded flowers between the bent covers).for once, i will not point out our reversals3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i am still thinking about the curves of my broken words on your lips when you lean over, buckling like a rusted support to press your cheek against my arm. your eyes are almost sad, like always, as you ask if i'm okay. without thinking, i reach up and brush your halfway locks from your eyes and then i am blushing, unnerved by my actions as i mutter a hurried affirmative; a silent thought lingers on my tongue, but i am too conservative to say that i am always okay with you and so it stays there, huddled in the damp.
you don't ask me to elabor
Job Contract IJob Contract IJob Contract I2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a hot day just like any other Summer season in June, the bright sunshine shone across the clear blue sky. Everyone one from young to old was out enjoying the good weather everyone except seventeen year old, Jodi Cooper who was stuck in the Job Centre and experiencing the worst side of the weather.
Now young Jodi had just been called by her advisor but she wished she could be outside in the sunshine not stuck in some sweat smelling Centre. Quickly she sat down at her advisors desk and watched as her advisor began to fill out online forms, slowly and painfully going through every single little and minor detail with Jodi.
It was another twenty minutes until they reached the payment forms when Jodi spotted an A4 piece of paper lying next to the keyboard, printed on it was an application for a job titled, “Guide Dog Training Programme”
“Hey, would i be able to get a copy of that application form” Jodi smiled jumping at the chance of never coming
Der weisse Rabe - GermanDer weiße RabeDer weisse Rabe - German5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In einem dunklen Wald, lebte einst weißer Rabe. Dieser Rabe lebte ein einsames Leben, ohne Freunde. Jeden Tag zog der Rabe seine Runden über den Wald. Tag und Nacht flog er hoch über dem Blätterdach des Waldes. Nur wenn er müde wurde, ließ er sich vor kurze Zeit auf einem Ast nieder, bis seine Kraft zurückkehrte.
Die Menschen fürchteten sich vor dem Raben. Sie nannten ihn Geist des Waldes und sobald man ihn erblickte, versteckten sich die Menschen. Denn, wen der Geistervogel sah, der würde von ihm geholt werden.
Eines Tages verlief sich ein Kind im Wald. Das Kind kam von einem der Dörfer am Waldesrand. Während die Sonne langsam von Osten nach Westen wanderte, verirrte sich das Kind immer tiefer. Das wenige Sonnenlicht, welches durch das dichte Blätterdach fiel, ließ jeden Baum, jeden Stein, jeden Busch gleich aussehen. Doch als die Sonne komplett vom Himmel verschwand, wurde aus dem Wald ein düste
Bit of a night owlBit of a night owl1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was evening in Ponyville. A fully-white mare in a grey cloak was in an abandoned house, combing herself with a silver comb. She looked like a pony, but she was actually a banshee, a type of ghost with a really strong voice.
"Ugh, the one thing I'm able to touch is silver, no food, no drinks, no books, no film projectors, just silver.", she though.
"Let's see, how do I convince a mare to let me possess her? Eh, even a guy would be good enough. Then again, first I gotta take out the two ponies that foiled my plans twice already."
She looked at her comb and though:"Let's get creative."
Meanwhile, a pegasus called Cyniquote was in his bedroom, doing a crossword in his bed.
"Four letters, onomatopoeic word for thinking, hmmm... I'm too tired to answer, it was probably enough crosswords for one night."
He turned off the light and went to sleep.
The banshee floated over to the jewelry store and looked in:"Silver bracelets, perfect!" She floated through the window and put on as many bracele
ComedySchools are way more packed than they should be.Comedy5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Your friend’s kids, your friend’s friend’s kids and your friend’s friend’s uncle’s kids all go to the same school, as long as they’re all within the same district. Thousands of hormone raging teenagers flooding through 5-foot wide hallways and being forced into social interaction. It’s a wonder teachers are surprised when kids decide to play hookie and get high to escape the incarceration that is school.
From day one, kids are subjected to imprisonment, classification and are given little to no personal space or boundaries. In the morning, they’re stuffed into bus seats like sardines, complete with the smell and thick humidity of adolescent BO. And if that wasn’t enough, school buses have been known to cause permanent bodily damage to the students. Hit a bump going forty miles an hour and you’ll be launched up like you’re on the Top Thri
The Cat with the Missing EarThe sun had slowly sunk into the horizon, and the moon illuminated the dark country with its bright beam of light. The country was located on the outside of a bustling, busy city. In the distance, the bright lights from the skyscrapers where very eye-catching. So ginormous was the city. Big, vast and so many nooks and crannies to explore. But in the country, not one resident was awake. Everyone, tired from their hard day’s work, was dead asleep. It seemed not a single soul was up and moving.The Cat with the Missing Ear1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All but one.
Somebody was feeling up and perky. Somebody felt like wandering through the darkness. Did I mention that this someone happened to be a cat? Not just any cat, mind you. A cat with a missing ear, to be exact. This particular cat had no owner, or a home to call her own. Her home lay in the sleepy country. While the city had many more places to explore, the cat was content with sticking to the suburbs. Too many risks and hidden dangers lay burrowed in the city, ones that would jump u
movie theater tickles"Come on, it'll be good," Lisa declared confidently, grabbing our popcorn and tugging me into the movie theater. "You'll like it."movie theater tickles2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I rolled my eyes. The movie was one I hadn't heard of before; it was supposed to be a comedy, and though my girlfriend was very excited to see it, it didn't sound like it was going to be that great. "Alright," I said doubtfully. My belly let out a loud growl as we walked into the theater, and I blushed and grabbed a handful of popcorn. Lisa just laughed and tugged me over to a seat in the back of the theater, behind a group of high schoolers.
As soon as we sat down in our seat I propped my ankles up on the row of chair in front of us and tugged up my shirt to fan my stomach. "It's so hot out," I complained. Even though I had on a very thin t-shirt, mini shorts, and flip-flops, it was still too warm. I rucked up my t-shirt until it was bunched up under my breasts, leaving my tummy bare.
"What are you doing?" Lisa giggled. "You goof. What if someone sees you?
Frankfurt Lights OutWelcome to Germany.Frankfurt Lights Out1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After an exhausting flight from Fairbanks I arrived in Frankfurt Germany.
I was on temporary loan to the 3rd Armor Division as part of a test.
I was sent over in early December 73 for two months. I was to leave at the end of January 74.
The test was a simple one.
How does an Arctic conditioned soldier fare in a European winter environment.
When I left Fairbanks it was 60 below zero.
I arrived in Frankfurt to 31 degrees above zero and it was snowing.
I was met by a ride to the base where I got in well after midnight.
I was suffering from horrible jet lag so I decided to go out to the gym to work out and do some jogging. There I was in shorts, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt running in the snow and sweating. You see I have been in Alaska long enough to acclimate to the conditions. To me this was a 91 degree temperature change. Other GIs were running about bundled up in their coats complaining how cold it was......to them.....to me......Miami Beach.
My assignment was to an
the bath gameThe Bath Game or "Daruma-san" is a paranormal ghost game that originated in Japan.the bath game1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The game involves summoning a grotesque ghost that will follow you all day. The object of the game is to evade the ghost and prevent it from catching you. Warning: We advise you not to play the bath game. They say that playing Daruma-san can result in very bad things happening to you.
Bath Game Instructions: Before you go to bed at night, take off your clothes and go into the bathroom. Fill the bathtub with water and turn off the lights. Sit in the middle of the bathtub, facing the faucets or taps. Wash your hair, while repeating over and over the words "Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down." As you wash your hair, in your mind, you should see an image of a Japanese woman standing in the bathtub. She slips and falls onto a rusty tap. The
The Pen is truly more mighty then any swordIts suprising how much words can affect us. From birth we are taught that sticks and bones can break my bones but words can never hurt me, but It’s wrong. words have so much power that them alone can bring a person to there knees a broken person. As we read in school and hear in movies, the pen is quite often mightier than the sword. We live in an age when girls are pushed into molds to make them a “perfect girl” to attract a man for her looks not for what’s inside. We push them hard to lose more and more weight than is healthy to keep their skinny look just to impress some guy that would go to the next girl that catches his eye. We live in a time where if you are on the internet anyone can bully and harass you until you want to end it all and you will never even know the names of your bullies. All just from a few simple words and the people doing these words always respond the same way “Oh she just can’t take a joke” this happens all theThe Pen is truly more mighty then any sword1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
rachel's ticklish tummy"I'm so hungry," I whined, pouting at my girlfriend Lisa. We were lying together on my bed, her head pillowed on my stomach while she was writing notes for one of her classes.rachel's ticklish tummy2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
With her ear pressed up against my belly she giggled and said, "I know," just as another loud growl rumbled through my aching stomach. "You should get some food."
I rolled my eyes at her. "I will if you let me up."
Instead of moving, Lisa threw one of her legs over mine and flipped over, nuzzling her face into my belly. "I'm not the one with a grumbly tummy," she answered, speaking into my stomach. Even through my t-shirt it tickled, and I couldn't help but grin.
Lisa smirked at me. "Why are you smiling? You know I'm not gonna let you go now, don't you?" My stomach gurgled hungrily, and Lisa gave it a pat. "Poor belly. Rachel doesn't pay enough attention to you, does she? Well don't worry, I'll give you loads of attention. In fact, you can be my new art canvas!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed as Lisa sat up and stra
9 satanic sins1. STUPIDITY9 satanic sins2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
THE TOP OF THE LIST FOR SATANIC SINS. THE CARDINAL SIN OF SATANISM. IT’S TOO BAD THAT STUPIDITY ISN’T PAINFUL. IGNORANCE IS ONE THING, BUT OUR SOCIETY THRIVES INCREASINGLY ON STUPIDITY. IT DEPENDS ON PEOPLE GOING ALONG WITH WHATEVER THEY ARE TOLD. THE MEDIA PROMOTES A CULTIVATED STUPIDITY AS A POSTURE THAT IS NOT ONLY ACCEPTABLE BUT LAUDABLE. SATANISTS MUST LEARN TO SEE THROUGH THE TRICKS AND CANNOT AFFORD TO BE STUPID.
EMPTY POSTURING CAN BE MOST IRRITATING AND ISN’T APPLYING THE CARDINAL RULES OF LESSER MAGIC. ON EQUAL FOOTING WITH STUPIDITY FOR WHAT KEEPS THE MONEY IN CIRCULATION THESE DAYS. EVERYONE’S MADE TO FEEL LIKE A BIG SHOT, WHETHER THEY CAN COME UP WITH THE GOODS OR NOT.
CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS FOR SATANISTS. PROJECTING YOUR REACTIONS, RESPONSES AND SENSIBILITIES ONTO SOMEONE WHO IS PROBABLY FAR LESS ATTUNED THAN YOU ARE. IT IS THE MISTAKE OF EXPECTING PEOPLE TO GIVE YOU THE SAME CONSIDERATION, COURTESY AND R
Join me( OFFLINE)JOIN MEH! (OFFLINE)Join me( OFFLINE)5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
sorry guys, im sick today, im going to the doctors, ill be back soon though so brb for a while
The unedible"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK....!"The unedible6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"DON'T SPIT ON ME!!!"
Laughter to Literature: The Time I Almost DiedThree summers ago, I went to the Yosemites with two of my friends. They were wonderful people, they still are. Hiking with bros is one of the most rewarding experiences, I promise you.Laughter to Literature: The Time I Almost Died3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We were bros, so we had much in common. Commonality is important between friendships, but we had one damning commonness: We were all fucking stupid.
Let me explain.
It's a 9.5-mile hike, where half of the distance is a twisty stairs that run up and up only. No plateau, no even ground. The most athletic guy, who really isn't that athletic, told us the hike was going to be a piece of cake. Well shit, he's a runner, so we believed him. We were so stupid that we couldn't tell a stupid from another.
So, for the 9.5-mile hike, we each took a small bottle of Arrowhead. Yes, the 16 oz one. Sixteen ounces of water for a 4.75-mile uphill hike. But we were so stupid that we started walking up.
We got tired instantly. As we were hustling through the rocky surface of the smaller mountain next to the Half Dome, we saw
Bast (Girl into Feline)BastBast (Girl into Feline)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The box lids folded back as a young slim blonde girl opened them and took out a large object wrapped in newspaper, carefully she unwrapped the object from the newspaper revealing it to be a shiny black statue of a cat with little emeralds for the eyes.
The placed it on the shelf opposite the sofa just above the television but as she placed it she received a strange shock from it . She placed on the shelf and ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to figure out where and why she had got this statue, she spaced out as her hazel eyes changed into a light emerald colour.
Suddenly she snapped back to reality and resumed unpacking her remaining boxes until it was late into the night, but as she slept for the rest of the night, strange things began to happen to her from her blonde locks darkening into pitch black to her nails on her finger and toes shaping into points and turning black and hard like granite.
By the morning the former blonde awoke feeling fuzzy and her joints felt
Jacks and JennysJacks and JennysJacks and Jennys4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Always be careful of what you say around public places as you never know whose listening.
“Now your girls better behave yourselves and look after the house and remember no alcohol and no parties. Promise” called a red haired woman as she hurried across the terminal with two girls one brunette and one blonde in tow.
“We promise”shouted the brunette as she and the blonde stopped and watched their mother disappear to catch her flight.
With no father around anymore, the mother had left the brunette, Amber Hart, 21 in charge of the house and in charge of looking after her young sister aged 18, Amy and while they mother had hurried to catch her flight Amber had promised to not bring or drink alocohol or have house parties in her mother’s absence but both daughters were unaware of an old lady watching and listening to every single word.
When both girls returned back to the house, Amy went straight to the kitchen and filled up the kettle.
snowI never was too fond of the dark. Less because of what might be in it and more for what wasn't.snow3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When i was younger, I thought it would eat people up, but right now, I'm having a hard time understanding why I ever let that thought go. She's only been gone for a couple of minutes, but I could feel myself trembling. It might start snowing again. I've always loved watching it fall, but snow meant clouds and right now the stars are the last bit of light for miles and the only thing left to make me feel even a little safe. She offered to stay with me, I would have said yes, if it weren't so late because i saw her counting the seconds until she got home.
I saw a single snowflake make its way to the ground.
You could feel it getting darker. you could hear the snow fall.
She left me alone and was probably already home.
I didn't care about anything anymore. I just wanted to leave. I told her not to go. I begged her to come back, to not leave me alone in the cold. If only I had told her all of th
LSD and Tomato Soup....A question of RealityWe all stood there as they led the cook away in handcuffs.LSD and Tomato Soup....A question of Reality2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Meanwhile the walls were melting and sound had the most wonderful colors.
Oh, first to explain this phenomena.
Our cook had been denied leave for Christmas so he decided to get even.
He purchased over 300 hits of LSD.
Not to sell.
To spike the community coffee pot the officers drank from.
Deny his leave will they.......he planned to get even.
What he did not know is this was the only coffee available as the other "enlisted" brewer went on the blink and was out of service. The officers decided to "share" theirs with us grunts.
Hey, in the Army we are one big green family.
Dysfunctional but a family none the less.
I too had taken two cups of the spiked java.
I thought something was up when my hands felt rubbery and colors filled the air as I moved them.
I was not ignorant of LSD. It was the drug of my generation. Timothy Leary said it would open our minds to become one with the light of the universe.
All I knew is it looked reall
LobosHome at last.Lobos5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I left with Army with little fanfare and re-entered the civilian world.
Inside of me I knew there was a monster I was battling.
Even when I gained control I knew it was only for a short time.
A day of reckoning was coming.
My parents were no help. Old folks from the Greatest Generation. I knew what they expected.
Me to just shut up and suck it up.
Keep those feelings on the inside in a box marked "Don't not open till you die."
Go to college. Get an education. Enter the job oriented world and march on.
Never mind that other stuff. The killing. The death. The smells. The dreams.
Never mind those bad dreams so bad even the dog avoided sleeping with me on the bed.
I went to college as the GI bill then was a good thing and the money was enough to keep me going.
I needed to get away from my folks.
My dad was a don't care about anything but work person. He provided well, worked really hard but as a dad to talk to, enjoy things with, not so much of a dad. Later in life he would j