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The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
I am wary of my following message not being received with the full gravity it deserves. It is not my intention to unduly alarm the deviantART community, but... LaurenKitsune is at this time unaccounted for. All attempts on our part to contact her have failed. It is my hope that she has simply taken a much deserved unscheduled pre-Halloween “vacation” and will be back in online communication soon.
Before going dark, LaurenKitsune was good enough to write and transmit a report on the Slender Man phenomenon sweeping the Internet. That report is published here fo
Life As A Dragoness Ch 1 My name is Sarah. You can call me Sassy. My life as an 18 year old is pretty normal- well normal for someone with autism. Once in a while I would like some adventure in my life. But then my life with autism seems pretty adventurous. Then one Saturday afternoon I found myself in an adventure much bigger than my life with autism.More Like This
It was a Saturday afternoon. When I was done watching television I went to work on some homework. Luckily, my friend Lyndsey called and asked to go on a bike ride. My parents said it was okay. I grabbed my backpack and went to get my bike. I sped off to meet her at the park.
“Hey Sarah, wanna go check out that abandoned school on the other side of the park?”
“I am not sure about that…” I replied.
“Oh come on!” said Lyndsey.
“Well…okay…”I said nervously.
Force FeedingIt was early morning. The last tray of food was placed on the table. Amy's ruby lips formed a small arch of excitement. After all of the money, time and effort she had managed to construct a banquet large enough. Before her were three tables, piled high with assorted goodies. Cakes, biscuits, pastries, sweets. Enough confectionary to kill, she thought, but she had no intention of dying. This thin woman wanted to eat, and the urge was so powerful that she had to leave the room simply to avoid surging into one of the gorge mountains. Now in the kitchen, she returned to the open book on the side counter. It was a telephone directory, open at a section entitled "Plumbing Services." She took out her phone and dialled.More Like This
Mark's whistle was shrill and tuneless. He was not whistling because he had a catchy tune stapled to his mind. He was not whistling because he enjoyed it. He was whistling because the street was gravely silent, and silence scared him. There was but one house, and it was choked
tube feedingThe girl lay in the expansive room in nothing more than her bra and panties. She was relatively plump which had made her a prime candidate to test the serum on. Her long brown hair went as far as her C-cup breasts. Her bra was slightly too big for her where as her panties clung to her large rounded ass causing an ever so slight muffin top over the waistband.More Like This
She awoke from her slumber during which the staff had prepared her with all necessary augmentations so she could expand without pain or discomfort. Though her vision was still blurry she located a tube leading down from the ceiling a seemingly impossible distance up, into her mouth. As soon as she began to move so did the tube as a viscous brown liquid flowed down under pressure into her throat.
She felt very mellow as if she was high on a drug or under medication...the latter were true. The liquid began pouring into her throat and what contact it made with the inside of her mouth told her that it was both sweet and had a pleasant
Too Much of A Good ThingStanding in the middle of a bakery, Sarah looked around, her eyes pratically sparkling. It was the middle of the night, and she had hid herself until closing time. While she was a good person, she had heard that this bakery made some of the best tasting pasteries in town. And since she had a lage sweet tooth, she couldn't resist. Now alone in the shop, she walked behind the counter and looked down at the display case. " Looks delious" she said, licking her lips.Reaching down she grabbed what looked like a sweetroll with honey drizzled on the top. One bite made her eyes light up again. Oh my god, that is so good! she cried in her head. Shoving the rest of it in her mouth she quickly devoured it, and reached for another one. Having the entire bakery to herself was pure bliss for her. Moving on from sweet rolls she saw cinamin buns. Everytime she finished one she licked the suger that was sprinked on them off of her lips. Making her way down the case, she munched on pastries, cakes, and dMore Like This
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Ron rolled his eyes at the stream of threats flowing from his customer's mouth.
". . . you better get me out of here soon. I'm in no mood for this. I'm here as a paying customer. I gave you my $12.35 and this is the service I get in return," Gloria excoriated Ron, "I demand to have my full hour at the buffet, no matter how long this takes."
Her soprano voice might be pleasant if it were used for anything other than a shrill nagging. And how he hated her Long Island accent. Ronald never dealt with this before, though he should have predicted it from her. He analyzed the situation: Gloria was so goddamn fat that she was literally wedged in his restaurant's entrance. His two best waiters, fairly large men, were on the other side of the door, trying to push her through, but her big ass would yield no quarter.
". . . I should contact the Better Business Bureau. In fact, if I'm not out of here