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misseviehyde · 4 months
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BITS AND PIECES
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Molly was beginning to regret entering the cursed dolls house with her friend Emma. True they'd been running away from their bitchy bully Madison and her clique and the strange abandoned house on the edge of town had seemed a safe refuge - but some feeling had told her at the time that they were putting themselves in terrible danger.
As they'd entered the old house, its evil magic had taken effect. The girls had groaned as their bodies changed. Plastic skin gleamed as joints became articulated and in a matter of minutes they'd been transformed into living animate dolls. Emma and Molly now looked like toys... but toys that could walk and talk.
They tried to leave, but the mansion also appeared to be bigger on the inside than the outside and now they were trapped clopping around in the impossible maze-like dimensions of the house.
"Oh my goodness," gasped Emma in horror at her new plastic body. "This... this can't be possible!" She reached over to touch her own arm and screamed as she accidentally detached it from the articulated joint with a pop. Then she calmed, realising it didn't hurt and there was no blood.
Molly looked at her friend in shock. "Looks like we have detachable parts now. Just like a real doll," mused Emma - and before Molly could stop her, she had yanked Molly's arm till it came out with a pop.
Molly watched in sick fascination as Emma popped Molly's arm into her socket and pushed her orignal arm into Molly.
Emma giggled, she now had Molly's sleeve of tattoos and she wiggled her new arm with fascination.
"Looks like we can swap body parts now. I wonder if we get out of the house, would this become permanent?"
"Hey! Give me my arm back!"
"Mmmmh. Later. This feels kinda good..."
Ignoring Molly'd protests, the two of them began looking around and finding a staircase they climbed up it hoping to possibly find a window or something on the upper floor.
They found nothing, so wandering around for a few minutes they returned to the staircase - only to find Madison flanked by her bitchy lieutenants waiting.
She and her cohorts were also now plastic dolls. Madison looked like a demented Barbie.
"I don't know how you nerds turned us into these dolls, but you'll pay for this," screamed the plastic bully as she waved her jointed arms around in rage.
But before she could do anything all three girls began to scream as Emma suddenly rushed at them and pushed them down the stairs.
They tumbled and fell backwards, their plastic bodies breaking and falling into pieces as they fell down the stairs. Their heads rolled away from their torsos and other bits broke off as they landed in a heap of bits and pieces.
Molly looked at her friend in horror. "You... you killed them."
"No, they aren't dead. The magic seems to make us invulnerable. We can put them back together again later. But before we do..."
A wicked grin came over Emma's plastic face. Walking down the stairs she picked up one of Madison's legs. It was long and sexy, smoother and shapelier than her own. Popping her own leg off she attached Madison's instead and then grabbing the other one did the same.
"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck that feels good."
Giggling Emma stood up. She was now taller and her legs looked amazing. "Oh fuckkkk. I feel so much more powerful and dominant. Soooo confident. Mmmmh these body parts come with feels and I LIKE it. Taking your arm felt good, but this is even better."
Admiring her legs, Emma began looking around with a hungry look on her face. There was a wild gleam in her eyes.
"Wh... what are you doing?" gasped Molly in sick fascination.
"Just making a few other improvements," smirked Emma. "After all if we have changeable parts now... why not?"
She grinned as she found what she was looking for. Lucy, Madison's minion, had the biggest tits at school. They were huge and round - massive fucking milkers that jiggled and wobbled enticingly. Now those tits lay ready to be used.
Lifting them up, Emma detached her own small breasts and with a click, pushed Lucy's onto her chest. "Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels good," she groaned in pleasure as they attached. "I feel like such a... such a fucking bitch. I need MORE."
Turning round she laughed. She now towered over Molly and her massive tits dominated the room.
Emma mashed her plastic tits with glee. "These are gonna feel so fucking good when I become a real girl again, but they are already making me feel so powerful. Mmmmmh I think I'd like to be a bully. Being pathetic boring Emma is so dull."
"Emma, this is crazy. You can't do this. It's wrong."
"You're right," giggled Emma. "It is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Besides I won't be Emma for long. I'm sick of being so weak and pathetic. My body is in control now and it needs a new head. This body deserves to be bitchy. I can take it all. I can become the bully."
Picking up Madison's lifeless looking blonde head from the floor, Emma laughed madly as she reached up and to Molly's shock casually ripped off her own head.
Her body simply tossed her old head aside like it didn't need it, then with a groan of pleasure pushed Madison's slutty blonde head into the neck socket till it clicked.
Evil eyes fluttered open and the new super bitch stretched happily. "Mmmmh yummy, feels so good to have a new personality in the driving seat. I AM Madison now."
"E.... Emma?"
"In a manner of speaking loser. There's bits of her inside my perfect new body - but I'm like totes the best parts of all you sluts now. Haha, now let's rebuild my minions and then I can leave and start my new hot life as a super bitch. Lucy will just have to cope with smaller tits. Think I'll help myself to a better ass and a tighter pussy too whilst we are at it. Hey... you're a virgin right loser? Bet your pussy is super tight..."
Molly whimpered as her new bully approached with a mad gleam in her cruel eyes and she screamed as the new Madison began to tear her apart...
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Madison groaned as she exited the house and plastic became flesh again. She loved the sensation as all of her new body parts finally merged and turned her into the slutty bimbo bitch she deserved to be. She was now a mix of all the best parts of the girls and rubbing her massive tits she could feel her new superior pussy start to tingle.
Her two minions exited behind her, now looking smaller and weaker without the assets she had taken.
"What about that loser Molly, you aren't gonna leave her like that are you Madison?" asked Lucy sulking at her now small tits.
"What loser?" laughed Madison as she strode away. "I don't remember any loser. What a shame, imagine being trapped in that house forever."
And deep inside the cursed mansion, a plastic mouth screamed from amongst a discarded pile of bits and pieces...
THE END
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devildomwriter · 2 months
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Just found out one of my ancestors was murdered on a steamboat in Georgia for his gold. Anyone else have a crazy ancestor story???
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thepalecrawlers · 1 month
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Large wolf-like being, south of Dallas
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So, after the big apocalypse thing happened, and we were all left suffering and starving, I thought to myself, "Now would be a great time to become a Post-Apocalyptic Raider." And you know how much I've always wanted to be a Post-Apocalyptic Raider, right?
So I go on down to the local Post-Apocalyptic Raider camp and I find their leader, Grognak The Breaker, and I say to them "Hey Grognak The Breaker, I know you already have plenty of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders, but this has always been a dream of mine, so could I please pledge my life to your cause and become a Post-Apocalyptic Raider?"
And you want to know what they said to me? They said they were only looking for experienced Post-Apocalyptic Raiders, and that all applicants need to have at least five years of experience. Can you believe that!? Five fucking years!? The Post-Apocalypse has only going on for three! How did all of their raiders already have experience? What was I supposed to be doing, raiding while society was in decline but before the total collapse? Of course, I don't say any of that, I just thank Grognak The Breaker for their time and see myself out, and that's basically where I'm at now.
Anyways, so how was your day?
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textbook-dinner · 1 month
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times i should have known i was aromantic: when i was like 8 and tried to fake having a crush, but i didn't know what having one actually felt like so i just drew hearts in my diary
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judiths-sequence · 2 months
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Who wants to hear about the time my grandpa microwaved my headphones
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strickenspirit · 4 months
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597.
Random sat down and then stood up again. He did that a few more times, then he stood up and walked out of the room. We went into the waiting room and looked around for people. He didn’t see any, so he sat down by himself in the corner. He waited for a few moments then started to read through the magazine that was resting on the table. Random made a paper sculpture out of a page and then he made another one and another one, then he had built a whole city out of paper. Then the wind blew, and the city collapsed.
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elliepassmore · 23 hours
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Cabbage review
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3.5 stars Recommended if you like: weird stories, eco horror
Big thanks to Albatross Books, Netgalley, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
This is....not horror. I would dare say it isn't even creepy. It is weird, I'll give it that, but I spent the whole novella bracing for something that never came. The last chapter arrived and I was kind of left sitting there like "that's it?". While I'm sure the events of the story were unsettling for the characters, I didn't find any of it all that worrisome.
Rosemary isn't that likeable of a character, and I don't think she's supposed to be, but other than at the very beginning, there's little to endear her to readers the way she seems to have endeared herself to Thomas. Thomas is remarkably devoted to her, even when she's awful to him, and it's clear he loves her and doesn't know how to help her, but at the same time...there's a distance between all those feelings and how I felt toward her. Similarly, while Thomas is the main actor in the story, he's also just kind of there. His horror at the garden's 'curse' is hollow and even the high point of his terror at the very end felt meh.
I think the problem with this book is that the setup is so fantastic, and I've been treated to fantastic takes of similar stories, that distant characters and a distinct lack of true horror makes this story fall flat. T. Kingfisher has a number of eco-horror novellas that are short but manage to pack both emotion and horror into them. Likewise, I've read some eco-horror YA novels that manage to convey the simmering, low-level terror characters get when something natural is just a little bit Off. I wanted this book to be like those. I wanted to feel unnerved and wanted to see the terror the garden could unleash, and instead things just fell kind of flat.
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whoevenisoliver · 10 months
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so I just left my examination centre and my friend told me weirdest fucking thing just happened in the exams ever.
for context, me and my friend are assigned to different examination centres because we go to different schools.
picture this, you're sitting down, nervous as all hell, waiting for your examiner to hand out the papers as someone storms in the room 5 minutes before the exam starts, WITH 24 APPLE JUICE BOXES.
'okay completely normal' ,you think, maybe they're high, who knows.
they plop down the boxes beside their seat.
midway through the exam you start hearing crinkling at the back of the room.
THE FUCKER WAS CHUGGING ALL THE JUICE BOXES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EXAM. WHAT THE FUCK.
the examiner looks at them shakes their head and looks back down at their tea, catching their head in their hands.
the examiner didn't even check the boxes to see if they were cheating. weirdest thing ever.
for further context this same guy fucking BLENDED HIS FINGERS DURING HIS COOKERY EXAM.
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You know how The Narrator can have different dialogue depending on how many times you enter a room?
You know how those alternate pieces of dialogue only trigger after several loops?
You know how they get ‘reset’ every time you turn off and turn on the game, same with the buttons for the Heaven Ending?
Yeah
I walked into the boss’ office on my second loop.
And The Narrator went “Well we all know the drill by now-“ and opened the door.
He should not have been able to do that.
Furthermore, it happened on the one playthrough in which I wanted to prove a theory of mine (I had a theory about how his memory works and wanted to test it…this instance might’ve just proved my theory wrong, but it’s the first time this happened).
Also when I went to the boss’ office after that, I went to the receptionist desk to double check on wether I could activate the heaven ending - and the screen went black, and then flickered a few times.
So yeah I’m a little weirded out
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ladyvader23 · 2 years
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I was reminded of that one time my friend broke off her engagement with her fiance. Apparently, her throwing the ring at his face as she left wasn't enough of a clue to him that it was over, and he was determined to get her back. He knew she was really into The Legend of Zelda, and he decided that if he forged her the Master Sword, that would surely win her back. But like...he didn't actually know how to forge anything, so he found this shitty sword-shaped metal and would go into his back yard to "work on it". He'd go out there shirtless and would take pictures of himself beating this shitty metal with a regular-ass hammer over a normal camp fire, and when he was done he'd take more pics of himself covered in soot that he definitely intentionally placed on his face and chest and would send her the pics like "just got finished working on your Master Sword, it's sooooo hot, wish you were here! Can't wait to show it to you!"
He did this for like. Weeks before moving onto far more concerning tactics to get her back. But sometimes I think about that grown man's logic and I just. Can't believe I got to witness that disaster.
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lore-gore · 2 years
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Ridiculous things that happened in school:
One guy would always wear his backpack backwards. Like on his chest instead of his back.
A kid set fire to the sink (put papers towels in sink and lit it on fire.) He never got punished cause our school sucked ass. Next year he did it again.
A boy managed to parkour himself onto the roof of the cafeteria. He did not know how to get back down.
Two boys switched pants with each other in class. Like took off their pants and traded them in front of the whole classroom.
A girl asked my friend for a pair of scissors, then asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. She came back with bangs. She cut bangs for herself in the girls bathroom at school using borrowed scissors. Power move.
For a project we had to make brochures and present them. One boy said "I made mine a bit bigger so everyone could see" and then proceeded to pull out a tri-fold board.
During a theatre performance someone's phone went off. It was the Mario theme song. It echoed through the theater, killing everyone instantly. Best part is it wasn't a students phone, but an adult lady's.
We were in theatre and had to write a skit based off of a kids story. A group did Horton Hears a Who. The name was "Horton Hears a Who 2: The Electric Boogaloo: JoJo's not his son. " It was set as a game show meant to reveal your ancestry. What it did reveal was that the mayors wife cheated on him with the mailman. It was a true masterpiece, complete with a squeaky pubescent voice from JoJo, who looked like a human version of the character.
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thepalecrawlers · 1 month
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Little crawlers
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textbook-dinner · 20 days
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my irl friend said nightcore sounds like a six year old singing💀
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sarosthewizarddude · 8 months
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Remembering that time I held up history class for half an hour after causing my entire class an existential crisis when I asked why the globe is always oriented with north pointing up when there's no up or down in space. I just wanted to know whether there was a reason, or if it was just The Convention, but the whole class, including the teacher, got hung up on "there's no direction in space"
And then one of my classmates wanted to know if we could move Earth if all the people stood in the same spot
My history teacher had to text the physics teacher to explain how space works
It was crazy y'all
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