In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
America. the land of the free. Unless you’re a criminal. Or insane. Or an insane criminal. In that case, you get thrown in a cell and stay there until you have changed. Except for the Baroness, that insane criminal escaped her asylum cell because someone on the security team helped her out! And now, no one can find them! That was the turning point for the government: If normal wardens couldn’t be trusted, they’ll just have to use machines. That was why they created the Sanctuary Gardens Mental Asylum, an asylum with a staff only composed of robots, with Doctor Judy Grady as the only human of the facility and the one that wou
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*Three years after leaving home*
Xipher leaned back in his chair with legs crossed on the table. His eyes were shut and he heard two figures approach him.
“Are you Xipher?”
He opened his eyes and looked up at the Toa of Fire. Next to him was a Toa of Air, and neither appeared to be in a mood to for making friends.
“Yeah,” he replied in an uninviting tone. “What about it?”
Both sat down on the opposite side.
“We’re hoping you would assist us in a rescue mission.” The Toa of Fire then gestured to the bartender for two drinks.
Xipher cros
Chapter 23: Family Matters
Svetlana was just about to lock up her office for the day when she spotted one of her research scientists waiting outside for her.
“Dr. Cobalt.” She smiled. “You’re here later than usual.”
“Well, I just wanted to remind you that my maternity leave starts next week.” The scientist explained, rubbing her plump belly. “And I wanted to thank you again for offering paid maternity leave.”
“Oh, think nothing of it, Wanda.” Svetlana waved it off as they made their way towards the elevator. “You are one of my best researchers, after all. Your con
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Nancy's New Life Chapter 2 - Revised Version
Nancy's New Life
Chapter Two
Story:
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"Thanks for keeping my bad dreams away, Shelby." Nancy says, the canine still asleep herself.
"Oh, you're awake. I'm gonna go make breakfast but I wanted to talk to you first." Amelia says, now dressed in a green shirt and blue jeans.
"About what?" Nancy asks, as she rubs her eyes.
"Would you be okay with wearing underwear today? Or are you not up for that?" Amelia asks, showing Nancy the plain white panties in her hand. Nancy finishes rubbing h
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The Dreaded 2nd Draft
Darling Mionette's
A Writer's Guide To The Second Draft
Oh noes. Let those be my first words in this tutorial. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, may I never mutilate the English language in that manner again. Welcome to my tutorial on the dreaded "Second Draft" of creative writing. If you've read my other tutorial (How to write - and love it), then you're well aware of why I call this the dreaded second draft, but if you haven't, then let me explain: I am a firm believer that all editing in creative writing should be left to the second draft. The first draft, should remain edit-free so as not to stem creativity.
Going into this tut
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Sora and Kairi's Wedding: KH Alternate Future 50
Epilogue: Prelude to Kingdom Hearts 3
"Dude, seriously?"
"Yeah. What do you think?"
"Sorry, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. You actually managed to hack your copy of Kingdom Hearts 2 and play as Kairi and Naminé?"
"Well, I had to take a few liberties. I did some model swaps, custom animations, new audio files, and a 'clothes dynamic system' which allows the girls' clothes to get ripped apart from damage."
"But you're a girl. Why would you want the girls to be getting stripped instead of the guys? If you were capable of doing that to Kairi and Naminé, you could've just as easily done it to Sora and Riku."
Synopsis: insatiable Hera is not going to allow some unfortunate experiences to stop her from enjoying what she loves most. However, she will take some precautions, like not having anyone else involved. Will this work? Several weeks had passed since Hera's encounter with those robbers who took advantage of her lust for bondage to ransack her place. Fortunately, her insurance company had covered the whole thing, but Hera was so shocked and scared that hadn't visited her favorite website, www.ff.com, since then. That was until today, when Hera is surfing again through an interesting topic's answers. 'Favorite fantasy' was called, and there were some interesting replies. 'My deepest fantasy is to be taken from my office place and bound and gagged next to my bossy boss' read one. 'I'm a young nineteen-year-old woman who fantasizes about being abducted and kidnapped by a mature hot lady. A 40-something or 50-something milf' said another one. Hera was tempted to share her kinks once