The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1 by dmfan1, literature
Literature
The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1
The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1
The machine buzzed and the doctors kept poking and prodding, scraping away slowly while injecting their chemicals, the machines made their horrible beeps as lighting and thunder continued to roar in the background. The child laid on the table screamed in pain as the silhouette of the doctors was all that could be seen to him, that and the reflections of their glasses.
Oran woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking as thunder blasted throughout the house. he laid there for a second and tried to come to terms, with the dream he had, still shaking he curled into a ball on his bed and started to cry, Oran kept crying a
We headed up the driveway and into the house, Williams was down there to greet us
“Master i'm so glad you're back, i was worried sic-”
Williams cleared his throat “uhg-hum...um, master...what are those?”
Williams had focused his attention on the two kids holding unto my leg pants smelling of their own piss and covered in dirt.
“Their children Williams! and I expect that you treat them as though they were our guest!”
“But...but. sir”
“No buts! Williams. now I need you to start running a bath for these two”
“What?! but sir we can't have these two gutter tra-”
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I stood there for a moment in silence, holding up the two children by their coat tails, the smallest one couldn't have been any older than five, and the apparent older one looked around seven or eight. The silence was broken by the oldest one
“...Hey, uh, Mister? could you put us down.”
I came out of my confusion and put the kids down onto the ground in front of me. The oldest one looked up at me and i could get a better look at him, he was a filthy little kid, whole body looked like it had been covered in soot, his white skin covered in black splotches and his old torn coat covered in what looked like water stains and random cu
The White Family
The history of my family is a long one. The Whites come from a lineage of royalty; Kings, Queens, Emperors, Dictators. All with power and kingdoms to rule under their foot. But for me, thats not the case. I am Arthur White. Son of Timothy White and Owner of his company, White industries. A company dedicated to the needs of the worlds people, whether those needs be bad or good, doesn't matter to us, as long as you have money, and connections. we can get you “Whatever” you need. But, even with all the power of the company, I still can't get the one thing that i've always wanted...children. For years i've been runni
Serenity
In the sky of morning days, orange colors reaching the sun, sequestered birds flying over the colors, trapped levels of texture left in the sky from winds of afar. The nimbus circling itself around in shapes of a familiar past, looking up at these Nimbus's and thinking. "Only me. Only me, in this world of deranged mad men. Only me in this sky so far away from the eyes and ears of others, so far away from having to let myself be shelled from past days. On this Nimbus surrounded by the colors. I have found, Serenity." but not true Serenity, Serenity only allowed by the accumulation of light, for without it, it is only dark. And I am l
comment vote WIP Tales from an age regressor by dmfan1, literature
Literature
comment vote WIP Tales from an age regressor
Hi guys,
I've had some stories' running through my head for the past couple of days and instead of trying to do multiple stories of each one and not actually taking my time. I've decided to write down little short pieces from the stories in my head and kind of get opinions from people on which one to do
Note: Stories will contain. WG, AR, TB, TF, AB/DL. If you don't like any of these you know where the back button is
1."Tales from an Age Regressor. Title still WIP"
Character: Eric
Age: 25 (Adult)
Age: 8 (Regressed)
Bio: When Eric was 18 him and his entire family contracted a horrible disease when they went down on a safari trip to the
Gon VS the Seishin-tekina pt.1 by dmfan1, literature
Literature
Gon VS the Seishin-tekina pt.1
WARNING: contains mental-age regression
"The Seishin-tekina?" Gon reached and pulled down the monster hunting request from the board and started reading the description out loud.
"A monster that has made a home in the forbidden forest, details on the monster are unknown and could be very dangerous, people from the nearby villages have gone into the forest to search for the monster and they have yet to return. Please help, bounty is 100,000 for proof of kill and 10,000 for each returned person."
"Hey Killua" Gon looked over to the table where Killua was sitting at and saw that his friend had fallen asleep, his bright white hair drooped over
The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1 by dmfan1, literature
Literature
The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1
The story of Oran Taleni Pt.1
The machine buzzed and the doctors kept poking and prodding, scraping away slowly while injecting their chemicals, the machines made their horrible beeps as lighting and thunder continued to roar in the background. The child laid on the table screamed in pain as the silhouette of the doctors was all that could be seen to him, that and the reflections of their glasses.
Oran woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking as thunder blasted throughout the house. he laid there for a second and tried to come to terms, with the dream he had, still shaking he curled into a ball on his bed and started to cry, Oran kept crying a
We headed up the driveway and into the house, Williams was down there to greet us
“Master i'm so glad you're back, i was worried sic-”
Williams cleared his throat “uhg-hum...um, master...what are those?”
Williams had focused his attention on the two kids holding unto my leg pants smelling of their own piss and covered in dirt.
“Their children Williams! and I expect that you treat them as though they were our guest!”
“But...but. sir”
“No buts! Williams. now I need you to start running a bath for these two”
“What?! but sir we can't have these two gutter tra-”
&ldquo
I stood there for a moment in silence, holding up the two children by their coat tails, the smallest one couldn't have been any older than five, and the apparent older one looked around seven or eight. The silence was broken by the oldest one
“...Hey, uh, Mister? could you put us down.”
I came out of my confusion and put the kids down onto the ground in front of me. The oldest one looked up at me and i could get a better look at him, he was a filthy little kid, whole body looked like it had been covered in soot, his white skin covered in black splotches and his old torn coat covered in what looked like water stains and random cu
The White Family
The history of my family is a long one. The Whites come from a lineage of royalty; Kings, Queens, Emperors, Dictators. All with power and kingdoms to rule under their foot. But for me, thats not the case. I am Arthur White. Son of Timothy White and Owner of his company, White industries. A company dedicated to the needs of the worlds people, whether those needs be bad or good, doesn't matter to us, as long as you have money, and connections. we can get you “Whatever” you need. But, even with all the power of the company, I still can't get the one thing that i've always wanted...children. For years i've been runni
Serenity
In the sky of morning days, orange colors reaching the sun, sequestered birds flying over the colors, trapped levels of texture left in the sky from winds of afar. The nimbus circling itself around in shapes of a familiar past, looking up at these Nimbus's and thinking. "Only me. Only me, in this world of deranged mad men. Only me in this sky so far away from the eyes and ears of others, so far away from having to let myself be shelled from past days. On this Nimbus surrounded by the colors. I have found, Serenity." but not true Serenity, Serenity only allowed by the accumulation of light, for without it, it is only dark. And I am l
comment vote WIP Tales from an age regressor by dmfan1, literature
Literature
comment vote WIP Tales from an age regressor
Hi guys,
I've had some stories' running through my head for the past couple of days and instead of trying to do multiple stories of each one and not actually taking my time. I've decided to write down little short pieces from the stories in my head and kind of get opinions from people on which one to do
Note: Stories will contain. WG, AR, TB, TF, AB/DL. If you don't like any of these you know where the back button is
1."Tales from an Age Regressor. Title still WIP"
Character: Eric
Age: 25 (Adult)
Age: 8 (Regressed)
Bio: When Eric was 18 him and his entire family contracted a horrible disease when they went down on a safari trip to the
Gon VS the Seishin-tekina pt.1 by dmfan1, literature
Literature
Gon VS the Seishin-tekina pt.1
WARNING: contains mental-age regression
"The Seishin-tekina?" Gon reached and pulled down the monster hunting request from the board and started reading the description out loud.
"A monster that has made a home in the forbidden forest, details on the monster are unknown and could be very dangerous, people from the nearby villages have gone into the forest to search for the monster and they have yet to return. Please help, bounty is 100,000 for proof of kill and 10,000 for each returned person."
"Hey Killua" Gon looked over to the table where Killua was sitting at and saw that his friend had fallen asleep, his bright white hair drooped over
Contains: Male weight gain (involuntary), SSBHM, Immobility, Mental changes (IQ loss), Homoerotic self-pleasure, Slob, Gas, Urine. If any of these make you uncomfortable then I suggest you click off the story. It was just another Friday. I'd been checking my usual sites, my email, and other things on my schedule. Actually, things had been pretty boring that night. Nothing new, at least nothing worth getting excited over. I was just thinking about whether or not there was anything else I wanted to do online, or if now would be a good time to log off the Internet and find something more productive to spend time on when one of those annoying pop-up ads, the kind firewalls, ad-blockers, and other security software just can't seem to keep up with, flashed into existence in the middle of the screen, advertising a gaming website. Exactly where I had been looking and where I needed to click if I wanted to do anything else on the site I was visiting. On the popup were black letters on a
Hi guys, just as the journal says its been a while since ive posted anything on here. I don't want to say that ive been busy with things like school and a bunch of other stuff, because the truth is I just haven't been writing and posting here. Well with summer up and me not starting school till August . I figure its a good a time as any to get back into it, and maybe even have a schedule for when I post stuff....probably. Who knows, all I know though is that with me coming back into this im going to be changing a few things. First off, ill be changing my name soon, I figure with this new journal and a new story beginning, it might be time to
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Years upon years. That I'll never get back. Months upon months of the wipe going crack. Weeks upon weeks sitting in my room. Days upon days of sitting in gloom. Hours by hours minutes by days. It all seems to go through a haze. Life going by just sitting here and I wonder "Why do "I" care?" "These days of old and these months of new, and still I seem to be so blue" "Do I judge myself, or another. Do I worry for my common brother?" I suppose I do, but am I to blame?" "This society I live in keeps me tame." "Excuses, excuses, excuses oh, "I" guess I'll never be rid of this common foe" "To love or to hate to live or to die, "I" guess it's n