2022-01-22 at 2:03 AM UTC
It was a dark and stormy night, Fluffybun was drinking her hot chocolate in bed when there was a knock at the door. Who could that be? It was Mr. Bun standing in the rain, her great uncle. She told him to come in and sit down. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, they just sat by the fire. Then she remembered, her great uncle had died years ago! Mr. Bun was a ghost! Fluffybun was too scared to say anything, so was slipping quietly out of the room when came another knock at the door. Mr. Bun then put his hand on her shoulder. Don’t answer it dear, stay with me awhile.
2022-01-22 at 2:19 AM UTC
STER0S
Space Nigga
[the disappointingly unanticipated slab]
have you ever seen your great uncle's penis in erect-formation
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2022-01-22 at 2:22 AM UTC
I figured it out. Mr. Bun is a fake ghost. 2nd to last sentence gave him away.
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2022-01-22 at 3:11 AM UTC
She realized he wasn't actually dead when his gnarled old hand made contact with her shoulder. The idea was like electricity immediately running up into her brain when she felt the pressure of his touch. He wasn't dead but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. She quickly decided to pretend to go along with what he said all the while making a crafty plan to get him the hell out of her house.
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2022-01-22 at 3:13 AM UTC
aldra
JIDF Controlled Opposition
did you read enid blyton growing up?
2022-01-22 at 3:42 AM UTC
RIPtotse
victim of incest
[my adversative decurved garbo]
Death prolly idk
Or a pickle stuck in your pee hole
One of the two
Decide now
Now
Now
Now faster Now
Schnell schnell!!
2022-01-22 at 2:38 PM UTC
aldra
JIDF Controlled Opposition
Originally posted by Kafka
No though I remember my sister did.
you should if you're interested in writing childrens' stories, or stories about fairies and the like
I remember my mother reading The Faraway Tree to me when I was a kid
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2022-01-22 at 3:20 PM UTC
Skip to the part were Mr. Bun splits Fluffy open with his massive cock.
2022-01-22 at 3:24 PM UTC
what happens next had to be told with anatomically and chromatically accurate dolls.
2022-01-23 at 3:32 PM UTC
Are we playing exquisite corpse? And if so, i'm gonna feel silly if i am the only one to add to the story, niggas.
2022-01-23 at 5:01 PM UTC
Originally posted by Incessant
She realized he wasn't actually dead when his gnarled old hand made contact with her shoulder. The idea was like electricity immediately running up into her brain when she felt the pressure of his touch. He wasn't dead but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. She quickly decided to pretend to go along with what he said all the while making a crafty plan to get him the hell out of her house.
I added to the story?
You did sorry. I missed it. Alright here goes.
They both sat down by the fireplace, it had been cozy a minute ago. Now the licking flames were casting fel shadows. Some dark power trying to inch it's way into her consciousness. Fluffybun felt cold... Then a low voice: "How was the harvest this year?". "U-uncle?" Fluffybun managed to utter. "The harvest, dear". Now more firmly. Just then an appalling realization came over her. She was aghast as she slowly started to realize the truth...
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