Dear little beePear, please rememberWorry little about the journey, enjoy.
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little PrincessBy StickyStephI had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?I was a boy.Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.A mystery, until today.After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
TimeThere was a terrible accident last year. It was a tragedy that happened at my school. It was still fresh in everyone’s mind after all this time and today was the anniversary. Twenty three members of the entire class met a tragic end. It was just a routine class trip to the museum. It was raining that day but still the buzz of a free day was in everyone’s minds. Everyone got on the bus, our teacher took count and decided to buddy with the odd student and they were on their way. The museum was a town over and on a steep hill but it wasn’t so bad. The rains weren’t that bad. However, no one would predict how the day was going to end. As the bus driver went on his merry way, having been to the museum several times, it was a cinch to get from point A to point B. Even with the detour sign, he knew how to get to the museum. But what he didn’t plan on was seeing a baby stroller passing down the steep hill in front of the bus.Instinctively, he slammed on the
Pranked in PinkGroaning with pain from your massive hangover, your eyes open wide as you look down and see a big maze of fur blocking your vision. You try to sit up, but there is a heavy weight jiggling on your chest, and your head feels like it weighs ten times more than it should. You reach up to push the fluffy weight off your chest, and and see two giant pink fur cuffs wrapped around your wrists, and long pink nails have been attached to your fingers. Sitting up quickly, the weight on your chest grasps your skin and bounces around underneath the fur collar, and you see you've been dressed in a pretty pink dress with ridiculously huge fur trims! A big fluffy petticoat peeks out from under the hem of the skirt, which surrounds your thighs with a big tube of pink fur. Your feet are inside a pair of boots, which have a massive ball of fur exploding around the top of them, surrounding your lower thighs and most of your feet. A pair of lace tights are wrapped tightly around your legs."What... what the
The Secret StashJames was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance
classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
The FunhouseBoonville. An aptly named town, as it’s about as far in the boonies as one can get. The typical routine is one of sleep, work, sleep, any and all excitement kept to a bare minimum in this town of 2,000 people, who are mostly concerned with keeping the stoic tradition of boredom alive and well in their families.However, for one week a year everything changes. Bright lights, laughter, and visitors from all over flock to Boonville for a single reason - the Carnival.Not the most creatively named fest, The Carnival was host to roller coasters, Tilt-A-Whirls, cotton candy, and teenage romance. Although this gathering would be laughable by any visitor of Disneyland or Six Flags, it still provided a massively fun time for its residents, and even visitors from the city, looking to get away from their busy lives and have fun at the small town gathering.Although the Carnival was essentially the same setup every year, there had been a new addition to the lineup. A curious old building set
Lauren's NightmareWARNING: contains pregnancy, growth, and ripping clothesLauren winced as she took off her bra and sighed once she was free of it. She made a mental note to go out the next day and by a maternity bra- her breasts were steadily growing already in her 19th week of her pregnancy. They were already heavier than she was used to, and just big enough to make her old B cup bras feel uncomfortable. It was to the point where she was ready to renounce bras all together, but some instinct in her warned that she may not feel that way in the later months to come, so she would keep wearing them.She slipped her arms into her favorite pajama tee shirt and maneuvered it over her head. Soon, she wouldn't be able to wear this either, but she was determined that she would until her body literally forced her to buy something bigger.Part of that was the fact that it hugged her body. It always had, but now it was even tighter, showing every new curve each new day brought. Not that she was very curvy yet, at
On the wallThe end is near little one.