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The Infancy Experiment: Part 1
‘I’ll be honest, I am a bit nervous.’ I think you’ll love it,’ Mum unhelpfully replied. Typical. This was what Mum always did - try to look on the bright side. But I just wasn’t looking forward to spending my summer break at a holiday camp for teens called Mockingbird Groves. We were currently driving along the highway to the neighbouring city where the camp was located. I had a raspberry slushie in my hand, having purchased it at the gas station. A last taste of freedom before attending the summer camp for the next three months. ‘Surely I can just stay at home?’ I said with anxiousness. ‘No,’ Mum sternly replied. ‘I can’t have you at home this holidays as I’m working from home. You’re going to this camp and that’s final.’ She raised her voice as she said the last part, to emphasise her point. Noticing my reaction, she added, ‘Come on, I’m sure it’ll be fine.’ We spent the rest of the trip in silence, only broken by the occasional slurp of my slushie. Half an hour later, we pulled up
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Diaper Reality part 1(Commission for Foxingtoniii)
Evan sighed and breathed in the cool night air. It was late spring, close enough that summer would be coming soon but still brisk at night. Usually he would have stayed inside but tonight he had a once in a lifetime chance to watch a meteor splinter directly overhead in the night sky. He checked his watch. It wouldn’t be long now.
There was a flash as it hit the edge of the atmosphere and then little white pieces flew in all directions like some kind of eerie firework. It lasted less than a minute. Evan watched until they had faded and then walked back to his house. Such large meteors were rare, and even rarer that they hit the atmosph
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Imaginary Friend pt2
It had been a month or two since his encounter in the grocery store with that thing, and life had adjusted itself to his predicament, still stuck in diapers and with no sign of potty training anytime soon. It wasn’t bad he had to admit, and it seemed even his friends were used to it, with gentle teases during their game sessions but it was nothing more than fun. Of course he could’ve done without the changes to his room, his bed was much lower to the ground and even with small rails so he wouldn’t fall out bed as justified by mom. All in all, things worked themselves out; though ‘babies’ couldn’t drive mean he di
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An Idea I got while browsing... Viva-las-panales. The old founder was talking about anti-potty training art... so I threw this together... giving it my own little touch.
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VIVA LOS PAÑALES!!!!! *i poo my diapeys*