Mind Over MatterI'm starting to wonder if this is self-destructive,which tells me just how far past that I've gone.If I repeat a bad cycle so much it becomes a part of lifethen it's either heaven or hell, and this sure ain't bliss.I batter and batter at myself just wishing it could endjust so I can get a few hours' sleep and start all over again.I can't tranq myself, nor meditate, only exhaust all of me;mind over matter's great until you're staring down two lions, 'stead of one.
Flat Refusal"No." One word, massive ripple effect.
Scratching at My Chamber DoorClaws in the carpet at odd hoursShavings of wood from the floorWaking me or shaking meOr interrupting the movieIt's not always about food(Though we'll have that too, thanks)Something is amiss andYou want to tell me, I knowMy cats are perhaps very selfishOr keeping a rein on my miseryButWhat do you know that I don't?
Prototype: Chapter TwoChapter Two: AloneSarge and MarcoFerris were silent for many seconds, after which Sarge nodded once. "I'll call it in, and let someone else decide." His head turned from MarcoFerris to me. "Alpha, do you understand what classified means?"The technical definition was not hard to find. What contextually it meant took me several seconds to process. "I understand information being refused to an individual or individuals for a stated purpose." Among the masters, information was rarely refused, except in situations like my testing, where my access to the results might have altered the test results. But most of the masters simply did not access data that was not relevant to their position, there was never a 'classified' rejection.Sarge was nodding. "I am in charge of this mission, and I want you to consider all information about your personal history classified. Marco and I are the only ones on this mission who understand that you were once human, and that you knew Marco.
Veni, Vidi... Meow? Chapter OnePersistent mewing gradually permeated the industrious bubble that surrounded Grant and the pile of coursework he needed to grade. When he realized he had a crick in his neck from being hunched over the desk so long, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. The sofa was looking awfully inviting...But there was that mewing again. His neighbor must've accidentally closed her cat out again. Grant rubbed the back of his neck and looked from the half-empty pack of cigarettes to the window where the fire escape was. Quitting was going to have to wait until after he finished this class. He grabbed the pack in one tired fist and made his way to the window, clambering out onto the fenced metal grating outside to smoke."Hey Trouble," he greeted the gray tabby cat sitting at the next window. The cat returned his greeting with a glare of displeasure and refused to comment. "It can't be as bad as all that," Greg told the cat, and he could've sworn the cat rolled his eyes. Chuckling, he leaned down
Prototype: Chapter OneTransmission StartSWYgeW91IGNhbiByZWFkIHRoaXMgeW91J3JlIGEgbGl0dGxlIHJpZGljdWxvdXMuIE9yIG5vc3kuI remember many things I am not supposed to. This was a problem for my makers, not having seen the possibility beforehand. Even among my run, I knew more of my past than my brothers, who professed no such knowledge and received perfect marks from my masters while I was considered inferior for such cluttered memory banks. Such wide margins of error between individuals of the same model became the chief concern that delayed and eventually shut down the prototype program entirely. It is too bad my brothers were not of scientific interest to our makers, perhaps more of us would have survived the program termination.Of that particular program, which the humans have taken to calling 'Next-Generation' for lack of better options, I was told later that I was the first in the line of fourteen individuals. It is possible that this was the cause of my difference from my brothers, but g
Jumping AheadNota bene: hypotheses are not conclusions.
My Reality, My FantasyI like my fantasy world, thanks.
Julie: Character Sketch"Julie!"The brunette lying pretzel-shaped in the child-sized treehouse didn't move a muscle when her mother's voice floated out the kitchen door. Her hands remained steady as she painted the white t-shirt in front of her, the black cat in the foreground taking shape over the graffiti and posters in the background, all more or less the same things that had been hanging up around town lately. She hoped Elle would see the band poster, anyway. The rest were just to set the mood of the painting."Julie, I know you're up there!"Julianne tilted her head to check that the smudges around the edges of the paintable area were even, but it looked pretty good for an afternoon's work. The brick faded out at about the right rate. One more down, just--"JULIE!""What, ma?" The teen had to toss her ponytail back out of her way so her long curly hair didn't hang in the painted Christmas gift. She really should've tied it up tighter to keep strands from falling in her work, but it was far too late now.
Lexi's Tied Up Tickle Torture*rrrrrrrrr*Lexi sighed. Despite finals being only a week away, she was unable to focus the least bit on the textbook sitting in front of her; she hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning and her belly had been growling hungrily ever since she arrived at the library, growing steadily louder as it got even closer to lunchtime. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head. The motion pulled the hem of her long-sleeve navy blue shirt up past her belly button, and she rubbed her bare belly.Her friend Shane, sitting next to her at the library table, looked up. Lexi smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry!” She whispered. “I’m just so -” her belly let out a loud growl that lasted a good four or five seconds before trailing off into a soft gurgle. She blushed.Shane smirked. “Hungry?” he guessed. He reached over and patted her belly, causing Lexi to laugh.“Nooo, I’m ticklish,” she
True tickling story: Sleepover tickling(This is a true tickling story about something that happened to me. Enjoy!)This sleepover was in May I believe, we were all much younger, I in fact was fourteen. It was at my house, and my parents had stepped out to get food, drinks, ect... So all of us girls were up in my room. It was Sam, Yuna, a girl I knew at the time named Carly who was 15 years old had long black hair and blue eyes and she stood at about 5,4. We were all hanging out in my room and Sam had an idea, 'to see who's underwear was the cutest'. I didn't know it at the time but Sam is a lesbian, so getting a room of girls to undress would be amazing for her 14 year old self. Yuna who at the time was 13, undressed first, revealing a simple black and white poka dot bra and panties. "How do I look" she said in her adorable British accent.Everyone felt a little awkward to answer that question, so it was left unanswered. Then Sam undressed revealing a pink lace bra, and black
The Pregnant ExperimentWARNING: THE FOLLOW STORY CONTAINS USE OF BAD WORDS, PREGNANCY, PREGNANT EXPANSION, BREAST EXPANISON, AND (POSSIABLE) LACATAION. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF THING, YOU MAY WANT TO HIT THAT BACK BUTTON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!It was I nice warm sunny day, it was just another average day at St. Tommy's College University, so what Coca had thought on her way to school. Coco was a junior her College, at the age of 21 with blonde hair down to her shoulders, green eyes, nice little cute rear end, C Cup size Breasts, and a nice white curvy body while wearing a blue shirt with a smiling kitty on the chest part of it, blue diamond like necklace, black skirt down just above her knees, cute glasses, a blue bracelet around her left hand, and blue and white shoes. Coco joined College to become both a scientist and a Doctor on studying the human body and all of its functions such as medication on recovering from sicknesses and serious injurers, human reproduction, fertility, emotions, physicality,
My first wedgieIt was a Saturday, round about noon, my parents were going to be gone for a couple of hours (I don't remember what they went out for). So my big sister (Abbi) was in charge and she decided to invite 2 of her friends over. As far as I remember it started off with Abbi saying to me "Do you know what a wedgie is Amy", "No", I replied. "Would you like me to show you?" said Abbi with a friendly smile on her face and what do I go and do, I reply with "Ok." So Abbi told me to follow them to the back garden, once we were outside Abbi grabbed a rope then looked down my pants for my underwear and tied it to my undies. "What are you doing with my panties", I said "I'm showing you what a wedgie is silly", Abbi replied with a friendly voice "Oh ok", I replied. So I let my big sister continue while her 2 friends watched looking like they were trying not to laugh, then Abbi tied the over end of the rope to the tree branch and had me stand on something and said "Are you ready to find out what a wedgie
The day I forgot to wear underwearThis was round about when I was 14 and it was a school day. On that day we got to miss our first 2 lessons so I used those extra 2 hours to get some sleep. I woke up and it turns out I over slept and was already 10 minutes late for school (no one was in so no one could wake me up). I panicked and took my pj's off as fast as i could and then took my dirty undies (I wear underwear while I sleep) and took out my school uniform and tried to put it on as quickly as possible. Then I put on my shoes and grabbed my school stuff together put it in my bag and ran to the bus stop. I got lucky that the bus only just turned up so I didn't have to wait another 30 minutes for the next one. Once i sat down I noticed it felt a little different than usual but I ignored it and just waited till I got to school. I arrived at school and rushed to my class and said sorry I was late, class was nearly other so the teacher was really annoyed with me. I was annoyed with myself not being able to take a shower tod
Volunteering Can Be Dangerous Pt. 1Ashton was a 20 year old guy. He loved helping people out. He never had a problem in sacrificing a little for the sake of helping people. However, on this day he would have to make a sacrifice that was a little difficult to make. Well anyways, he had no say in the matter. So story begins as such:Ashton was with his mom Mariah in a cafe. His mom had to meet a friend of her's named Annie. Annie was a slightly overweight. You could make it out by looking at her wide hips and huge dangling breasts. She was 45 years old. "So what work do you have with Annie mom?", asked Ashton. Mariah replied, "I have to discuss something with Annie regarding our new business. She's gonna help me in getting the license for the business.". They orders two black coffees and a cup cake. They spent the next 15 minutes talking about regular things going on here and there. In walked Annie. They all exchanged greetings and sat down to talk business. "So did you speak to the agent about our license Annie?", asked
Six Words: AlarmAlarm cat: works... needs snooze button.