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Your lungs are pus bubbles
I am the pin
they burst, sick
upon me.
Pretty girl
gaping mouth
I dive in head-first
a disease with wings.
Sputtering, rigid
a ghost in spent breath
you puke your misspoken intentions
but I have already
become you.
-D.E.M
I am the pin
they burst, sick
upon me.
Pretty girl
gaping mouth
I dive in head-first
a disease with wings.
Sputtering, rigid
a ghost in spent breath
you puke your misspoken intentions
but I have already
become you.
-D.E.M
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Lucas Diapered at Thirteen
Lucas sat in the back seat, complaining the whole way.
“But mom, I don’t need a babysitter!”
“I can’t leave you alone for that long,” she chided him.
“But he makes me wear--”
“Diapers, yes, but is it really such a big deal?”
“But I don’t need--”
“If that’s the case, then you have nothing to worry about. It’s only for a day.”
“But--”
“No more buts! It’s Dusty’s house, his rules. It’s not so bad, it’s not like your friends will see.”
Lucas sat, sul
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my little diaper boy chapters 3-7
Chapter 3: The babysitter and the brother
It was 7:00 and the doorbell rang, it was Derik, of course it wasn't a surprise, he was after all Blake's babysitter tonight. Blake's mom answered it in a blue dress, her curly shoulder length dirty blonde hair flowing a little past her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkling from all the make-up she was wearing.
"Good evening Mrs. Shifter, you look nice tonight," Derik said amazed that she was taller than him in her high heels, since he was one of the tallest boys at his school.
"Why thank you Derik, now I'll be home around 11 and even though your teenage Blake's boyfriend, you're not baby Blake
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Dreaded Echoes: The Curse of Graham Mansion - Pt.2
In the aftermath of the harrowing events at the Graham Mansion, the once-curious thrill-seekers found themselves forever changed. Lingering echoes of the malevolent force haunted their dreams, a relentless reminder of the darkness they had unleashed. Somehow bound by an otherworldly connection, the survivors, now tormented by nightmares, sought solace in each other's company. As they attempted to piece together the fragments of their sanity, a foreboding presence loomed, a specter that seemed to transcend the confines of the mansion. Strange occurrences unfolded in Eldridge—the village itself pulsating with an eerie energy. Residents spoke of shadowy figures wandering the streets at night and the distant wails echoing through the once-silent woods. The cursed legacy of the Graham Mansion had spilled beyond its walls, seeping into the very fabric of the village. The survivors, grappling with the weight of their actions, became reluctant investigators, delving into the village's dark history. Unearthed secrets revealed a pattern of tragedies linked to the malevolent force that had claimed the Grahams. Eldridge, it seemed, was a canvas painted with the bloodstains of a curse that spanned generations. As the survivors unraveled the twisted threads of fate, they discovered a ritual that could potentially break the curse. Yet, with each step closer to salvation, the malevolent force fought back, manifesting in disturbing visions and spectral manifestations. Eldridge became a battleground between the forces of darkness and the desperate quest for redemption. The survivors, now bound by a shared destiny, faced a choice—to succumb to the malevolence that sought to consume them or to confront the darkness head-on and break the chains of the Graham Mansion's curse. The echoes of Eldridge resonated with their every move, a haunting melody that would determine the village's ultimate fate.
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I'm starting to finally feel better, but still pretty shitty.
.I'm starting to finally feel better, but still pretty shitty.
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This definitely embraces sickness and provides great imagery to the misery involved. I love it!