A Day in the Life of a Wittle BabyI woke up rather dazed, unaware where I was and why my thumb was in my mouth. As my eyes fluttered open I yawned softly and rubbed my eyes. I reached out my right hand to pick up my phone from the nightstand where it had been just hours before, but hit a wooden rod. I blinked twice to myself, suddenly completely awake. I looked to my right, a wall of bars. I stared, mouth agape, at the phenomenon that had struck my bedroom. I shook my head and turned to my left. More bars. "Okay," I thought to myself "who's the wise guy?" As I moved to stand I found my legs to be incredibly wobbly. I passed it off as them maybe being a little slow on the whole morning thing, but quickly realized I was only standing high enough to rest my chin on the bars. Which couldn't possibly have been right, considering the fact that I was at least five and a half feet tall. I opened my mouth, intending to call out for my girlfriend, but words flew out that made me both feel embarrassed aA Day in the Life of a Wittle Baby2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drago Halloween SpecialDrago Halloween Special4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(For your own sake, please read the description first!)
Dragonlady was out patrolling the forests of her country, Drago, on Halloween night. The moon was full and red, looming ominously above the dark trees. Suddenly, a dark shape was silhouetted in the light, in a clearing. He was tall and very broad, but Dragonlady couldn't make out any details. She silently unsheathed her longsword and felt her side to make sure her staff was still secured to her waist. She moved stealthily toward the dark figure, behind him. Her blade pressed against his throat and he stood rigidly and grunted.
"What are you doing out here?" Dragonlady hissed. "And who are you?"
The large man neither spoke, nor moved.
"Answer me!" her voice rose. Suddenly the man ducked under the sword and shoved Dragonlady backwards. She hit the ground and quickly jumped back to her feet as he whirled around. She gasped. This man was the stuff of legends. His hair was jet black, his skin was a sickly pale color, and his eyes were
Alyssa, the Padded Angel (Chapter 1)Alyssa, the Padded Angel (Chapter 1)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are many things which transcend the norms of reality. There is supernatural activity, spiritual energy, and a collection of different entities which exist or are thought to exist in this world. Some of these are felt by direct contact, while others require nothing of the sort. Some bring about strong emotions within the minds of sensible human beings, while others are so passive that they are blatantly ignored, even when they are right in front of our eyes. Whatever it may be, there are some forces which exist which cannot be heavily described by anyone. Well, at least anyone living on Earth, with their own visible attributes in front of anyone and everyone. There were some beings in this world which could not be seen, but somehow be mysteriously felt and personified by the normal living souls of Earth. These beings had their own mystical powers, sent from the very skies above to spread their tidings among the denizens below them. They use these powers for good, spreading faith,
Paganism for the Politcally CorrectSomething sinister is brewing under the waters of the Pagan community.Paganism for the Politcally Correct3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is an adversary most powerful--an enemy which spreads falsity like disease, sugar-coats like a first grade Sunday school and worst of all, is burning through modern paganism like a wild-fire.
This enemy, of course, is political correctness.
However, this isn't just any political correctness. It isn't merely a means of being polite, or making an effort to not offend--this is a force gone to far.
This political correctness is actively changing what it means to be a Pagan of any sort--it is morphing once beautiful and meaningful religions from worldviews addressing the mysteries of nature into something pretty, plastic and downright silly.
A while ago, I was tossed out of a group on Facebook for teenage Pagans.
The group purported to accept all different paths, but after a brief discussion with the other members I quickly found out that their 'acceptance' was shallow and ultimately false. Acceptance, for them, was m
TDI - Baby Courtney and Mommy GwenCourtney’s friendship with Gwen had always been a ‘going on and off’, but definitely wanted to turn it into a fulltime one. Luckily, this was finally about to happen, because one sunny day, she got her act together, got at Gwen’s house and rang the bell. Gwen opened up and saw her, immediately wanting to slam it shut again, never wanting to speak with her again. However, she realized what her parents said about manners and stuff like that.TDI - Baby Courtney and Mommy Gwen2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
GWEN: “Give me one good reason to let you get inside?”
COURTNEY: “Is it possible if I could become a baby, with you as my mommy? It might restore and upgrade our friendship.”
Hearing this, Gwen couldn’t believe her own eyes and ears. Courtney was serious about it.
GWEN: “If we do that, will you do everything as I say? Like exactly as I say?”
COURTNEY: “Absolutely yes.”
That’s when the black-haired gothic-like girl smiled, put her arm around Courtney and took her insid
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
Pokemon Crappy Pastaso wen i was littel i luved pokeemon i played my blu version all the time. so one day this old man apeared and threw a blu version at me it was painted red and then he fel to the ground bleeding all bloodily with lots of gor his intestines spewd everywere and he dyed.Pokemon Crappy Pasta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ignoring him, i poped my blu version in my SP and started it. i cliked continue, cuz u kno, maybe he had good pokeemon. he had six 3D animated full-color victinis even tho thats tottaly not possible, and they were all headless and had blood dripping down them. then on his trainer card he was a ghostly zombie with blood evrywere.
so red came up to me and battled me. my victini used flam charge on his pikachuy and it said "pikachu has died!" and then the lavender town theme played and my squirtle from my first ever pokeemon gam appeared and said "even tho u didnt loose ur blu version on purpose imma keel u"
so he came out of the game with a knife and stuk it in my neck and i was bleeding and my head poped off and blood spra
My Missingno StoryMy Missingno Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Missingno Story
The following story is completely true. This experience forever changed my way of viewing inanimate objects.
I was just your average 10 year old when I first got my copy of Pokemon Red. And like any other kid at the time, Pokemon was the BOMB, the best thing out there.
As surprising as it was, everyone in my class had the game. We all took our gameboys to school and would play the game together on recess. Helping each other out if we ever had trouble, trading high leveled pokémon in order to clear the gyms, or just guide each other through the game.
They were wonderful times, and I made memories that I will cherish forever.
One day a friend of mine got the game, and my group decided to help him out by lending him our most powerful pokémon. So he could quickly clear the game, and catch any pokémon he wanted.
And so I said goodbye to my first pokémon Chacha.
Haha, yes laught it up. I know you're snickering and I know you're gues
Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 1Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two sisters, a little bit of tension, and an instant truth or dare game. That's how our story starts, meeting two girls - Jamie and Jacklyn. Jamie is the older of the two, Jamie being 18 and Jacklyn being 13 but in some cases acts like the younger of the two girls, teasing her younger sister constantly, calling her a baby because of her height.
Jacklyn being irritated at being called a baby decided to start her master plan. "Come at me, baby. I choose dare.", Jamie said, teasing her sister about her height.
The truth or dare game started normally, the younger sister insisting on playing Truth or Dare with her older sister, the older sister accepting, and then it starting. Ice cubes were put into the pants and shirts of the girls as a dare, making them wiggle all over the place. As well as the run around the house screaming as loud as you can, and do a prank call. This game was getting serious though..
"One more dare and then we're done, okay?", Jacklyn said to her older sister.
Padded Pool DayIt was two months since Dan had gotten his packet of diapers. He wasn't going to forget how he was forced to use his diaper for the first time by the laxative he unexpectedly ate. Yet despite that he enjoyed using it, the warm squishy mess was strangely nice and enjoyable. Dan wasn't going to soil his back side again unless he was busy with something and home alone so his parents wouldn't be able to smell the diaper. He also wanted to do it out of no control meaning he would eat some food and a laxative.Padded Pool Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wonder what Sarah's doing? I hope she'll be able to help me get some more diapers," Dan said to himself as he noticed his set of diapers was running out. Dan had hopes of keeping his set of diapers lasting longer than he intended but he found he enjoyed wearing them more than he first thought.
RIIIINNNG! RIIIINNNG! RIIIINNNG! Dan's phone started to go off, he looked at the caller ID but he didn't know the number. Taking a chance he picked it up, "Hello?"
"Hey Dan, its Sarah from the
ReflectionReflection3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les
Baby Girl (18) "And yes, in case you are wondering, I now have full guardianship over you. And also, your new legal name is Sissy." She smiled down at me, "You are now legally a three-month old baby girl, and I am your new mother." She began to giggle, "Welcome to your new room." She set me down on the floor, and removed the ropes tying my arms to my sides. She then tied on a pair of pink mittens onto my hands.Baby Girl (18)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She left the room, and as soon as the door shut, I was stuck in there. Everything that had happened over the past hour hit me straight in the face. Jen was now legally my mother, and I am now legally a baby, and a girl. Not only that, but I was now completely stuck with Jen at her house, and I doubted she would even go to school anymore.
She came back in the room, just to pick me up and carry me out of the room and into the living room, where her roommate was waiting. There was the baby carriage standing there, that was extremely small and completely p
Curse of a VampireMay thee be cursed to live upon the blood of once thine own kind, lest thee wish to wither and parish from famine.Curse of a Vampire6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
May thee be cursed to fear the touch of the Suns warming rays, lest thee wish for thy flesh to burn and thine ashes be taken by the wind.
May thee be cursed to walk as an eternal corpse, condemned, lest thee face thy God, thy creator, and be denied.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Chicken Banana TheoryChicken Banana Theory9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chicken Banana Theory
A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.
Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.
This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke up thinking he was a chicken, had coffee, went to work, stood by the copier, and suddenly decided at that moment to become a banana. It does not follow any course of logic– it is the realm of insanity.
Consider then the deeper reasons for transition from chicken to banana. Did the man first believe he was a chicken to fulfill some need, then change his st
Meg and Zoey: A Diapered Date(Warning: This post contains abdl themes. If that is not your thing, you don't need to read it. If you don't know what it means, I suggest looking it up)Meg and Zoey: A Diapered Date10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rays of the morning sun poured in through the window and into the eyes of the two girls. One, a thin brown haired girl named Zoey, had once been called a boy. However, few could make that mistake now with her effeminate features and hourglass shape. The other, Meg, was biologically a girl but almost wouldn’t seem that way next to Zoey. Her strait black hair complimented her darker complexion and emphasized her height. Anyone looking at the two could tell she wore the pants in the relationship.
Zoey winced slightly at the sun and turned her head. Why hadn’t they closed the blinds? And why did her head hurt so much?
Slowly the memories came back. A night of drinking… an embarrassingly handsy night at the club… where perhaps they were a little too vocal about their interests in a too public place…
a wise CherokeeA wise old Cherokee told his grandson, "Mya wise Cherokee3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
child, there's a battle between two wolves within
all of us. One is EVIL. It's anger, jealousy, greed,
resentment, inferiority, lies, and ego. The other
is GOOD. It's joy, peace, love, hope, humility,
kindness, empathy, and truth."
The boy thought about it, and asked,
"Grandfather, which wolf wins?"
The old man quietly replied, "The one you feed."
in lifeIn life you will realize thatin life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there is a purpose for everyone
you meet. Some will test you,
some will use you and
some will teach you.
But most important are the ones
who bring out the best in you,
respect you and accept you for
who you are. Those are the ones
worth keeping around.
Let it Run its Toll-Homestuck Fanfic-Chapter 1It was only a moment that things went wrong, and it didn't surprise me they did. One minute I was clashing with Dave, and the next, lying on the floor, with a major headache, and a tingling sensation in my right arm. It seemed perfectly normal. I fell and hit my head, trying to break my fall with my arm. I looked around to see Dave standing over me, sword covered in red blood. Was it his, or mine? I couldn't tell, since my mind was so foggy. I heard the door being slammed open. The clicks of soles of shoes, two pair, and mummers. It was hard to make out since it was like I was floating on air. I closed my eyes, hoping to come back down. The sweet, yet spicy smell of mint leaves hit my nose as someone came to my right side. "Karkles?" She asked softly. There's only one troll in the whole universe who would call me that. Terezi put her hand on my chest. "Are you awake?"Let it Run its Toll-Homestuck Fanfic-Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I nodded begrudgingly. "This god damn meteor is giving me a headache," I said. Terezi stated peeling the shr
The Secret Life Of An Overweight AmericanThe Secret Life Of An Overweight American4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Secret Life of the Overweight American
Jan. 1, 2011
I am kicking off the New Year with you! Yay! This year I'm going to do it! Finally! I'm going to lose some of this weight! These 326 pounds are coming off whether they like it or not! It's honestly a HUGE problem in my life literally. All of that comfort food just isn't so comforting when it's slapped onto my hips anyway, back to the point! I think I'm really going to change! Wish me luck!
Jan. 9, 2011
I joined a gym today, hallelujah! It's finally beginning! I can just see myself on the cover of Vogue magazine! I did try to eat a salad today, but it was just bland and I'm just really not a salad person. I don't even know who came up with the idea to eat plants, but I'm not too sure I like it not greasy enough oops, did I say that? I'll write you later.
Jan. 17, 2011
I did pretty well for the first few days of the gym, but one day I went and som
Eurasia Saga: Character Full NamesRedEurasia Saga: Character Full Names4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
English Name: Red Pearson
Japanese Name: 佐藤智 (佐藤レッド) Satou Red
English Name: Green Oak
Japanese Name: 大木茂 (オーキド・グリーン) Okido Green
English Name: Prof. Samuel Oak
Japanese Name: 大木雪成 (オーキド・ユキナリ) Okido Yukinari
English Name: Daisy Oak
Japanese Name: 大木娜娜美 (オーキド・ナナミ) Okido Nanami
English Name: Blue Reid-Oak
Japanese Name: 松田藍 (松田ブルー) Matsuda Blue
Yellow (Yellow de Viridian Groove)
English Name: Yellow O'Conner-Pearson
Japanese Name: 長谷川洛 (&
MakeYourOwn FAT SHAKE -recipe-MakeYourOwn FAT SHAKE -recipe-4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
For one serving, you will need:
2 Hostess® Sno Balls® (one package)
1 cup vanilla ice cream
1/2 cup milk
1/4 tsp vanilla extract
Red food coloring
1. Place all ingredients in a blender. Use 8 drops of food coloring. Cut the Sno Balls® into quarters, and use only 6 quarters (one and a half Sno Balls® total--what you do with the last half is up to you).
2. Blend until smooth.
3. Serve in a tall glass with a straw, and enjoy.
Eyes From Behind-A Short StoryThe moon's faint golden light barely cut through the thick blackness of midnight. No stars were showing as the girl walked through the dark streets of a small town. Her pace was brisk, her breathing labored. She could see her breath in the chilly air as she traveled home from work. She shivered and wrapped her coat tighter around her body. For a brief moment she could feel eyes on her back but the feeling quickly dissipated. The night seemed strange, almost supernatural, for reasons she could not fathom. It might be the full moon, the starless sky, the emptiness of the dark street. Or, perhaps, the light mist of rain that suddenly began falling form the sky, shrouding everything in a grey coat, hiding it from sight. Suddenly, the girl stopped in her tracks. She felt it again. She was definitely being followed.Eyes From Behind-A Short Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked first behind herself, then turned forward again, scanning the barely visible street in front of her. Though several street lamps dotted the painfully straight stretch
Under the iron sky, doctorUnder the iron sky, doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Dreams. One can't control them. One has to experience them. Stand by helplessly when they slip from your hand. The Doctor accompanies me often. Very often. And yet, I can never follow him.
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Every time, every single time I die, leave another scar deep within him. Hurt him and have to watch how he is torn apart. The moment when his face turns ashen, when he knows that he can't help me. And never, not a single time I'm able to tell him, it's OK. That I have to leave him behind.
Time goes by, memories are mine
Memories. Memories that aren't real. Created by me, my dreams, my yearnings. So real, and yet never ever more than a dream. But they belong to me, me alone. My secrets. My memories.
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
One can't enforce dreams, long for them. They come, or they don't.