The end is near little one.
Sister's Little Princess
Sister's Little Princess
I 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
Pranked in Pink
Groaning 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 Stash
James 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
Zero - Creepypasta
A young girl with carmel colored hair and green eyes sits in her front lawn, the warm summer sun beating down on her pale skin covered in bruises. To think, this sweet young girl was being violently hit by her peers just hours before. Alice was her name, she was a kind and intelligent girl but didn't seem to have many friends, so she often spent time alone creating her own friends, imaginary friends if you will. She had so many of these friends, in fact, she had to name them all numbers just to keep track. Out of them all there was one that stood out in particular, her name was Zero. She was the very first of Alice's imaginary friends, created to protect Alice from all of her bullies. Whenever they would tease or physically beat her, Zero was there to take care of them. They were best friends and spent everyday together, telling her stories, jokes and even make fun of Alice's neighbor who was in charge of watching her when her parents had to go out on business. Life wasn't so lo
One bright sunny day, you find a curious glowing pencil laying on the side of the road. You are immediately compelled to walk over and pick it up, and as you do, you notice a thin line being drawn from its lead into the air. Gasping in surprise, you give another flick, drawing a circle in mid air, which falls to the ground. You look around to see if anyone is watching - no one seems to be around. You decide to try something a little more complicated, and draw your name in big outlines. Once you’re finished, you grab and pull at them, and they resist your strength as if they were made out of cast iron. You laugh in amazement, and try the eraser on the letters, and see them scrub out of existence as quickly as they were make. You suddenly get a very exciting idea, once that will test the limits of your artistic abilities.
You’ve always been a doodler, and have spent many hours drawing cartoon girls with big flowing hairstyles, huge breasts, tiny waists, and a generous display
Creepypasta: Laughing JackLAUGHING JACK
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a turkey sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out t
Lauren's NightmareWARNING: contains pregnancy, growth, and ripping clothes
Lauren 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
Sarah devoured and Digested by a Monstrous PlantSarah was a teenage girl who was just out of high school. She smiled as she walked through the walls of the small community center. Her graduating class was holding a summer party to celebrate their transition into the adult world. Sarah was of chinese descent and wore a very nice and form fitting, little black dress. She had been having fun dancing and singing with her friends. Now she was heading out of the main room to use the restroom. On her way out of the stall she ran into one of her teachers. Mrs. Anderson was in her mid forties and use to be a blond bombshell, in fact, she was still fairly pretty, but she had put on some weight and was obviously older.
"Hi Mrs. Anderson." Sarah said brushing the hair out of her face.
"Hi Sarah." Her biology teacher replied. "I like your dress." Sarah blushed a bit as Mrs. Anderson admired her form, her dress didn't even make it halfway to her knee.
"Thank you maam." Sarah
Creepypasta: It Lives in the ShadowsThere is something wrong with me. I have no idea how to explain this but there is something very wrong with me. My name is Roger Williams. I’ve had this burning hunger, it’s never filled it has been driving me mad ever since…then. It all began when I was about ten; I lived with my parents in some suburb near a forest that’s been lost in memory since I left.
My parents had just finished moving into a two story three bedroom house. The house we lived in oversaw the beginning of a deep forest. Now as a hyperactive kid all I wanted to do was explore the forest. I imagined fighting dragons and searching for giant toe-eating monsters. But my parents were wildly against the idea; it was one of the few things they agreed on. I wasn’t very happy about this news.
One afternoon while my parents were arguing I went out to the backyard. My neighbor Travis, a fifteen year old boy, leaned over the fence and convinced me to tag along for an adventure. I went inside to as