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AutopilotStanding in the middle of the room, I suddenly woke up - I thought about all the depressing matters
I had dealt with the last days - but I didn't feel depressed, I was laughing like crazy,
"and I didn't even have to feel ANY OF IT!"
After a whole year of intense studying, it felt like I was nearing my goal - after many bad attempts.
Standing in the shower, I was feeling that feeling you get afterwards, like when you're really
pleased with yourself. And I was - for many reasons.
I was hungry - of course I dealt with that in the same quick manner as everything else in my life these days.
I kept thinking to myself, that after this hits the market, will people ever go back? I didn't think so.
The world NEEDS people to make it go around, I mean, you can automate all you want, but you still need people
around the machines. The thing is, I want to give people the full package - depending on their lack of strength.
It's strange to see how freaking expendable our emotions
really are - how close
GhostsShe'd been warned about this place.
They said, at certain times of year, in the weeks when summer was dying and the leaves had begun to brown and crinkle up... There were noises from this place that no one could explain. Sounds like a mountain shifting on its foundations. Loud moans and groans, sometimes screams.
She'd heard it wasn't inhabited, but when Alyssa pulled up outside the old Vanderwald place on her scooter, she wondered why the porch lights were on.
She also wondered why a vast, crumbling gothic mansion had porch lights.
She pushed at the imposing wrought iron gates, which it turned out weren't completely rusted up and furred with ivy, the gate swinging just enough for her to wheel her moped up the overgrown driveway toward the ruined manor.
She flipped down the kickstand on her red and white striped scooter and adjusted her red and white striped hat that perfectly complimented her red and white striped polo shirt. She knocked politely on the huge wooden doors, only to find
Shenzi gets reraised (Commission 4 for Darth)“I’m not a baby!” Shenzi said for what was at least the hundredth time as the lion officers marched her down the driveway to her new home. They ignored her and continued to push her forwards, her massive diaper crinkling at her waist.
After she had been captured, the hyena had been sentenced to go through some weird reeducation program that for her crimes. The hyena knew that she had never been the nicest animal out there, but she never would have expected to be held down, dressed in a baby dress with a diaper peeking out of the bottom and groomed by the officers.
Right now she was walking to meet her new ‘Mama’ that would raise her to be a good hyena or something like that. Shenzi couldn’t help but scoff. No one was going to turn her into a baby!
Shenzi’s thought was interrupted as she tripped and fell onto the ground again. It didn’t really hurt physically, but the mental humiliation was enough to make the hyena turn bright red. Her dia
Bondage Escape Game - Lia's Greatest Fan"Lia, will you take these bags out back for me?"
"Sure thing, Reika!"
She is a pretty girl with long silver hair, a slender body and an ample chest. Currently she is working at her part time at a maid cafe. Since being employed, she has helped the cafe to raise sales by over 200%, and she has many fans who come to that cafe just to see her.
It is not just her beauty that draws looks though, but also the uniform she is required to wear. A light pink maid outfit with a skirt so short that it barely covers her underwear. She didn't really like how the strapless outfit showed off her chest and shoulders, but with the corseted waist, at least she didn't have to worry about it sliding down. She fumbled a bit with the shoulder length gloves her manager insisted she wear with the outfit as she grabbed two large bags of trash and headed for the back exit of the cafe.
"She should take the trash out herself, she knows I hate going down stairs in these heels" *tap tap tap* The 4" heels of her shoe
you were on a oily and worn table
and you were all screwed apart
machine parts everywhere
cause you were powered off
your head was still on your torso and lower body
but arms and legs were taken off
and your chestplate gone
head was open
your long hair soaked in fluids
black oil leaking out of your arm- and leg joints
your arm, the one nearest me
is a cogwheel in the midst
fastened to your slender female skeleton
and wires were sticking out - the mechanical wires that pulls your movement
the light is dull and yellow
and only lights up the table you're lying on
but i could see what else was around in a green and dim light
nothing of real interest
computers and monitors
your skin is yours
i can bend your bodyparts
and i hear the servos whirring
clear as a memory of yesterday
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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