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  1. 1. What type of story would you like to see me try next?

    • Drama
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    • Comedy
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    • Romance
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    • Horror
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    • Civil War Documentary
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    • Foreign
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    • Dude, I literally don't care becuase you suck a bag of butts and need to go away forever
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So, I've been trying to find different narrative voices to try out and see what speaks to me. I did the sissy, typical abdl story thing, which I will continue, don't poop your pants! :P I did a dark short story that probably no one should read, it's seriously so dark that it screams "Wakanda forever!" after you read it. Now I'm here with something unlike either of those two things, a love story! Yay! I've never written a love story and I've only written one short story, so this may or may not be a complete dumpster fire outside the zoo on animal haircut day kind of terrible, but it made me happy to write it and maybe one of you lovelies will find it enjoyable. Anyway, I'd very much appreciate it if you told me what you thought in the comments below, if you liked it, great, if you hated it, also great, let's talk about it and see if we can't make me a great writer when I grow up. :) Anyway, here's my new jam!

 

Her Lullaby

By: RambleLamb

 

The screen glowed in the dark of the room, bathing the bed and it's occupant in the cold light, destroying what useful eyesight she still had left. A quiet yawn competed with the sound of the laptop's fan ramping up as the young woman in the bed stared at the screen in anticipation. Without taking her eyes from the screen she felt around the bed, searching the sea of cutesy, colorful sheets for her prize. Her search ended with disappointment and had to be called off prematurely to rub her sore and puffy eyes, the hours she'd spent crying up to now having taken their toll on her physically as well as mentally.

 

Her search resumed and quickly bore fruit as she found her pacifier down near her knee, her pale white skin glowingly in the monitor light making her look like some kind of primordial cave monster, a wretchedly adorable primordial cave monster, but a primordial cave monster all the same. Pacifier in mouth, she shifted her position, the plastic sheet beneath her childish bedding crinkling with deafening loudness in the quiet night air of her bedroom, and laid on her stomach, moving the laptop to the end of the bed.

 

Fresh thoughts of her latest romantic failure bubbled up to the surface of her mind and the tears started to form again and she buried her head in her folded arms and began to sob. She wasn't sad that he'd broken things off with her, her low self esteem and shallow belief in herself and her value as a human being ensured that she was prepared for that inevitable outcome from the jump, no, she was sad because she'd made a fool of herself by trying to step out of her comfort zone and play the role of a sexy, normal girl and that had gone over about as well as a dog trying to teach a university calculus class.

 

She knew her place. She knew her station in life. She knew that her role was that of cute little girl that can't seem to handle using the potty. How could she forget that when the thick padding around her waist was currently swollen with hours of reminder juice? No, she knew who and what she was and what was expected of her, or rather, what she assumed was expected of her, and she'd stepped up and out anyway and now here she was, alone on a Friday night waiting for a response from the person she actually wanted.

 

She'd gotten together with Chad, the name voted "Most Likely To Ensure Your Kid Grows Up to be a Douche Canoe", out of desperation more than anything else. She was lonely and horny and he was there and conscious so she'd approached him as he left the counter at the coffee shop. Chad was a government issued "Red Flag Checklist", and she saw a lot of them but rationalized that since her loneliness was reaching Sarah McLachlan benefit concert for shivering animals in cages and alleys levels of depressing she needed to ignore his platinum blonde hair tied into a man bun and put aside the fact that he was dressed like a tennis instructor that was having a midlife crisis and decided he wanted to be in a 90's era Seattle grunge band. She had to overlook the "electronic cigarette" in his hand, ready to deliver that sweet sweet S'Mores smelling vapor into his lungs and into a cloud that everyone in the immediate area would just have to deal with because hashtag yoloswag.

 

Despite being a completely socially retarded person and having the anxiety level of a chihuahua in a mosh pit when faced with the prospect of talking with people face to face, she'd done well, even though she asked if he wanted to get coffee sometime while standing in a coffee shop with her already holding her beverage and him waiting for his to be finished being prepared. She left the coffee shop with his number and practically ran home to share her news with her friend.

The site was a forum for stories and discussions about the lifestyle and fetish of adults wearing diapers and pretending to be little kids and babies in their behavior. She'd joined the site to share her writings, but was also hoping that that would open the door to meet new people and make friends, possibly even find someone to be more than friends with. She wasn't sure whether a Mommy or a Daddy was what she wanted for herself, but she knew that she wanted someone compassionate and patient, someone that would be able to manage her emotional shortcomings and mental hangups.

 

She sent her message sharing the accomplishment of asking a guy out and waited to see if she'd get a reply. She smiled to herself as she put her dirty blonde hair into a loose ponytail and heard the chirp from her phone followed by the little red number '1' popping up on the little letter icon in the top corner of the page. She wiggled her bottom happily, wetting her diaper a little as she clicked the icon and brought up the response.

 

"Meeting" the girl that went by the username "ApexofEloquence" was something unexpected. The new girl, deciding to beat people to the punch, had decided on the name "BigDumbBaby" and had stumbled upon of one of the prolific writer's stories while posting her own first attempt at writing. She drank the story up, entranced by the deft use of language that was reserved for best selling authors, not someone on a diaper fetish story board. The juxtaposition of this unfathomably amazing writing prowess in a realm full of barely literate masturbatory fantasies given life was intoxicating to her and she shared her thoughts in a comment that basically boiled down to a small child babbling about how wonderful their new toy was while no one actively listened and just kind of nodded and smiled.

 

Apex took the praise well and established similar interests in the response she'd posted, leaving Baby full to the brim with happiness over the spark of a connection, a chance encounter turning toward possible friendship. As more comments and more responses were filed Baby found herself feeling more than friendly toward Apex. She'd never been in love before and had certainly never been loved before, at least not by anyone that wasn't legally obligated to love her by the laws of shitting out a child, but no one had ever loved her romantically before.

When the personal messages had started was when Baby realized she was in love with Apex. Every word that this woman used filled a role within a sentence and that sentence took its place within a paragraph of opulence, pregnant with emotion and raw strength to move a person at their very core. Baby read and reread each message, delighting in them as she swam in the feelings of infatuation, her face plastered with a ridiculously happy smile that nothing in her life had managed to ever come close to replicating.

 

Baby had confessed her love to Apex on a whim one night, her heart racing and her diaper warming as she hovered the mouse over the "send" icon. Her mind swirled with possible outcomes, rejection mostly, imagining Apex turning on her in an uncharacteristically cruel manner, laughing at the naivety of this young girl that conducted herself in the general population of the forum like an overgrown toddler with the attention span of a piece of cotton. She imagined Apex posting the confession for all to see and everyone laughing at her and commenting about what a stupid baby she was for thinking she had any kind of chance with someone as universally respected as Apex.

 

Regret filled Baby as she sat numbly staring at the screen, chiding herself for thinking any good could come of this gambit. She wished she could take it all back but assumed that the length of time between sending the confession and receiving a response was due to Apex reading it and possibly having to clean up an unfortunate wetting accident because she'd laughed so hard at Baby's expense and thus deleting it now would serve no purpose, the damage had been done.

 

Baby had fallen asleep crying, her pacifier doing little to quell her embarrassed sobs, and she dreamed that night of Apex towering over her, pointing and laughing, the sound booming in Baby's ears like a thunderous drum. She found herself in a crib with a dunce cap on her head, pages of her story strewn about the crib bedding with large red F's on them circled hastily like a teacher with little time or patience for an underperforming student had graded them between sips of heavily "Irished" coffee. Baby had stood up and toddled to the side of the crib yelling pleas of mercy at the giant woman, but every word came out not as the intended word, but as a drool soaked, infantile babble which only brought further peals of laughter from her tormentor.

 

Baby began to wail in earnest, dropping to her bottom in resignation as the air above the crib was filled with more giants, all laughing at her derisively, shrinking down and morphing into a mobile above her head as she looked up with tear blurred vision. She clutched her stuffed otter to her and began to suck her thumb, pausing as the stuffed otter struggled to pull free of her grasp, revealing Apex's head on the stuffed otter's body.

 

"God, you're pathetic." the Apex otter spat in disgust.

 

Baby tried to protest but remembered that her words were meaningless anyway and continued slurping noisily on her thumb as she watched the Apex otter climb her side and march across her tummy.

 

"Did you really think I would want to have anything to do with a sniveling infant like you?" the Apex otter sneered. "What would we even talk about?" it asked as it sat down crisscross applesauce on her tummy.

 

Baby hiccuped sullenly between sobs and babbled wetly around her thumb.

 

The Apex otter laughed uproariously at her, falling onto its back and kicking its stubby stuffed legs, holding its stomach as it rolled around. "I-I-I can just imagine me starting the conversation with an insightful anecdote about the duality of man and you'll smile at me and fill your little diaper." the Apex otter said between gasps for air and giggles.

 

Baby flushed crimson and munched her thumb as she began to grunt and-

 

She'd woken up just as she'd fallen asleep, crying, her feelings of inadequacy and sadness compounded by her dream which was thankfully fuzzing out of her memory even as she rubbed her wet eyes with the back of her hands and retrieved her pacifier from next to her pillow and put it into her mouth sullenly.

 

She looked up at her laptop, the screen black after hours of inactivity. She stuck her leg out and nudged the mouse with her toe bringing the screen to life once again, revealing a little letter icon with a red number "1" on it. She sucked nervously on her pacifier and leaned forward to move to the end of the bed and put her hand on the mouse, moving up to the letter icon and taking a deep breath before clicking onto it.

 

Baby,

I can't tell you how wonderful it is to know that you have feelings for me. I confess that I've been feeling similarly about you. I find you to be quite delightful to talk to, you're funny and I love the words you use in your story. Your writing style is very entertaining and I find myself rereading every message you send me just because of how lovely a picture it paints about who you are as a person.

I would love to continue talking to you and learn more about you and see where things go from there. Thank you for reaching out to me, I greatly admire the braveness you've demonstrated by taking a chance to share your feelings with me, I think you're a wonderful girl and I'm very proud of you as I know how hard taking the initiative in this instance must have been for you. I can't wait to hear from you!

All my love,

Apex

 

Baby squealed loudly, her pacifier dropping from her mouth as the near sonic frequency of her excitement filled the room and she flopped backward onto her bed giggling happily and kicking her legs. She wiggled her way back down to her computer and typed as fast as her excited little fingers could go.

 

Apex,

I am so ridiculously happy right now, you have no idea!

 

She stopped typing, her mind working on the downsides of being overly eager with Apex, proving herself to be a silly little girl with no restraint that just vomited up all her thoughts without even trying to collect them into some kind of coherent message.

 

She thought of all the wonderful words Apex used to describe her, wonderful among them, she thought of those words and the tone with which they were strung together. Apex obviously cared for her, that much was apparent even without the girl's admission, but the more Baby thought about it, the more she began to notice a pattern in the messages of the past and went back through them to confirm. She found that every message from the first to the most recent was written in such a way that it was clear Apex was more of a Big, the term for a caregiver or dominant partner in the community they were currently chatting in, to Baby's far more little demeanor.

 

When Baby sent her messages out they were written by a girl that was happy to have a friend, excited to share things with that friend, eager to garner the approval and praise of that friend, like a small child with an older sibling or parent. The love was there, but it wasn't romantic. Baby didn't want to be with Apex in a carnal way, she just wanted to be with her. Rereading her confession message she found that she'd basically told Apex how great she was and how pretty her words were and how jealous she was of her talent but the important message, the one that she'd agonized over and had bad dreams about was relegated to one small statement at the end, "You make me feel little and safe with your pretty, soft words. I wish I could sew them into a blankie or jammies and have them keep me warm and safe all night always.".

 

Baby wondered if Apex was romantically interested in her or if she simply saw her as a little girl to be cared for. Baby furrowed her brow wondering if that was such a bad thing, on the one hand she'd never been romantic with anyone before and the stress of that was something she wasn't sure she could deal with while also sorting out this tangle of crossed wires she found herself bound up in, on the other hand, if Apex was interested in being someone in her life that looked out for her and wanted to take care of her what would be the problem there? After all, Apex had been there for her when things had gone south with Chad, her words calming the crying girl almost instantly, the sweet sentiments about Baby's value and worth as a person making her feel as if nothing else in the world existed beyond the two of them and she was light as a feather being swaddled in the other girl's adoration as the words melodically flowed around bringing her serenity in her time of turmoil. She smiled as she thought of these feelings and started writing.

 

My dearest Apex,

I've been struggling to organize my thoughts and make them make sense to

me so that I can present them to you in a way that will make sense to you. I thought when I wrote you that I was telling you how in love with you I was, but somehow I'd written something that came across to me after reading it later as a confession of love more akin to a younger sister talking to an older sister or parent and I think I've figured out why that is.

 

I was an only child growing up so I never had a sibling to look up to and admire and think the world of, to love. When you talk to me I feel very little, but not in a bad way, not even a little bit. I never feel like you're talking down to me, more that you're meeting me at my level to talk to me, that you're tailoring your message to fit me and my level of emotional development, which is obviously quite stunted.

 

I've never had anyone care enough about me that they crafted their statements just for me. I've never really had anyone talk to me rather than at me and you doing it resonates so strongly with me on a subconscious level that I instantly and completely loved you. You're so smart and compassionate and you take time to listen to me and to fold my feelings into your responses because you want me to be okay and to be happy. I come to you a blubbering mess and you don't get annoyed with me, you don't get frustrated with my myriad of mental and emotional issues, you embrace them as a part of who I am and assure me that I'm valid and my feelings are valid and that I'm lovely and deserve to be loved and that's not something anyone has ever told me before.

 

I was trying to come up with a profound analogy for your words, something that would do them justice but that would also crystallize my feelings so perfectly that you would instantly know exactly how you make me feel and what you mean to me, and all I could think was that your words are like a lullaby. When I read your messages the world falls away and I'm at peace, no matter how sad I am or how anxious, the moment I start reading what you wrote I'm calmer and the more I read the calmer I get and by the time I'm done reading I'm content and feeling warm and safe.

 

To say that your words make me feel little isn't entirely accurate as it doesn't fully capture the magnitude of the effect your words have on me. When I read your words I start wetting myself, not even intentionally, it's almost Pavlovian at this point. As soon as I see that the little red number belongs to you the trickle starts and as I start to read it grows steadily until I'm finished. That calmness is profound to me, even if it's completely embarrassing.

 

This is probably going to sound weird, but trust me, it's meant to be wholly positive, you're the human embodiment of every item that brings joy to little me. You're the pacifier that stops my fussing and helps me to calm down. You're the soft, dry diaper that wraps around me to protect me from ruining the things around me. You're the baby shampoo that smells like lavender and helps me feel at ease before bedtime. You're the bottle of warm milk that warms my tummy on cold nights and puts me to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face. You're the soft melody being hummed to me as I'm rocked to sleep. I think all of this means that you're the perfect Mommy type person, but I'm not an expert or anything, I mostly just make awkward jokes when I'm nervous, so you might just be a living nursery...and there it is.

 

I don't expect you to respond with anything like "OMG of course I'll be your Mommy!", I know that you're little too and I don't want to make you feel like I'm trying to encroach on that in any way, I mainly just needed to tell you how you make me feel in the best way I know how, and I hope that I did a good job. You mean the absolute world to me, and I thought you should know.

Love always,

Baby

 

She hit send and flopped onto her side with a contented sigh, feeling incredibly free and good about her message. She didn't know what Apex would say, but she was sure it would be positive and she was sure that even if she wasn't interested in being a Mommy, given that Apex herself identified as a little, though she seemed so much bigger in Baby's eyes than Baby seemed to herself, she would more than likely have a lifelong big sister, and that was just fine with her.

 

When the little red number popped up on the screen an hour later Baby smiled and calmly shifted herself into position to read it, no doubt or worry in her mind, just the warm happiness that she carried with her always in her heart and mind thanks to Apex's words.

 

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This story is amazing.  No offense to your "A New Life Story", but this one feels so much more you than that story.  What makes you amazing is your penchant for references, your incredibly quick wit, the way you can - and I say this with absolute love - purposefully mangle a sentence but have it come out the other side better for it, dripping with this bubbly Little-ness.

You are a joy and you are delightful.  I can tell that you really poured your heart into this story, it shows.  It feels so you.  I can tell that you tapped some part of yourself for the protagonist, and it adds this depth to the story that - in my opinion - you can't get otherwise.

Your story, even though it's a short story, has 4 distinct sections to it, which each have a mood.  You have the pre-dream sequence, which is a tale of despair and anxiety, but you tell it with such vibrant, funny language that the reader can see the narrator's pain, but they aren't "burdened" with feeling it - I put that in quotes because we read these stories (or rather I do, and write them for that purpose) to feel those feelings.  You have this astounding juxtaposition of this immense sadness written in language that's so funny and delightful you want to laugh.

But that all changes with the dream.  Holy moly the dream.  I felt crushed, my heart broke for Baby, at her anxiety, at her fear.  The dream was painful in a real way, and that veneer of humor was stripped away and left me (the reader) feeling bare and destroyed, like the jovial masked pain of the first section just crashed into the stark pain of the dream.

Then you move into the joy of acceptance, but it's hard to shake the deep fear of the dream - this hit me especially hard because fear of rejection is my #1 fear, I've spent a lot of time on therapist couches dealing with it.  So I ache for the narrator even as she is overjoyed at the acceptance of Apex.

And the final section is this soothing calm, this contentment.  The narrator has found peace and the reader feels peace as well, though it has this wistfulness to it as well.

Amazing work, truly.

Thank you for sharing it.

...and sorry for the book report.  I just felt like it deserved it 

>_>

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15 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

This story is amazing.  No offense to your "A New Life Story", but this one feels so much more you than that story.  What makes you amazing is your penchant for references, your incredibly quick wit, the way you can - and I say this with absolute love - purposefully mangle a sentence but have it come out the other side better for it, dripping with this bubbly Little-ness.

You are a joy and you are delightful.  I can tell that you really poured your heart into this story, it shows.  It feels so you.  I can tell that you tapped some part of yourself for the protagonist, and it adds this depth to the story that - in my opinion - you can't get otherwise.

Your story, even though it's a short story, has 4 distinct sections to it, which each have a mood.  You have the pre-dream sequence, which is a tale of despair and anxiety, but you tell it with such vibrant, funny language that the reader can see the narrator's pain, but they aren't "burdened" with feeling it - I put that in quotes because we read these stories (or rather I do, and write them for that purpose) to feel those feelings.  You have this astounding juxtaposition of this immense sadness written in language that's so funny and delightful you want to laugh.

But that all changes with the dream.  Holy moly the dream.  I felt crushed, my heart broke for Baby, at her anxiety, at her fear.  The dream was painful in a real way, and that veneer of humor was stripped away and left me (the reader) feeling bare and destroyed, like the jovial masked pain of the first section just crashed into the stark pain of the dream.

Then you move into the joy of acceptance, but it's hard to shake the deep fear of the dream - this hit me especially hard because fear of rejection is my #1 fear, I've spent a lot of time on therapist couches dealing with it.  So I ache for the narrator even as she is overjoyed at the acceptance of Apex.

And the final section is this soothing calm, this contentment.  The narrator has found peace and the reader feels peace as well, though it has this wistfulness to it as well.

Amazing work, truly.

Thank you for sharing it.

...and sorry for the book report.  I just felt like it deserved it 

>_>

I mean, "A New Life Story" is about a man being turned into a baby girl, so I don't really have any skin in the game other than writing it because I thought the concept was hawt, that's right, I spelled it with an 'a' and a 'w' because "Aw, snap". *snaps her fingers all sassy like*

On the serious tip, you're absolutely right, Baby is very much me and the feelings that she has are feelings that I've had. I took a very personal experience and slapped the ABDL brand paint on it and we got ourselves a story! I wanted to write something that allowed my true emotions to shine through, to give the story a power that a complete work of fiction may lack. When I wrote my one super dark short story I harnessed a lot of emotions that I had in me, not the murdery ones, just the angry and cynical ones, and in that story I had a bit that was very deep and profoundly sad and it made me cry when I wrote it and I liked having an emotional connection to my story because I put a part of myself into it.

Because of my age and my limited life experience I don't have a whole range of things to fuel narratives, I have a ton of experience with sadness and anger and depression and self loathing, but those are a bummer Summer and people aren't here for that most of the time. I also have a very romantic heart, I love and I love deep and hard...you know what I mean, the love I show people is profound and can be scary sometimes but it's a happy emotion and I needed happy today.

I am over the moon happy that you enjoyed this so greatly because, of the stories of yours I've read (which isn't enough of them sadly, sorry) you've demonstrated a lot of heavy emotional stuff but done in a way that fulfills the reader at the end rather than leaving them a wreck. The love in your stories is love I strive to capture in my own life and I'm really happy to know that you approve of this story.

Thank you so much for commenting! :D

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11 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

Hey, no moshing on the chihuahuas!

You're as good a writer as any I have seen on the site.

 

AWWWWW! Thank you so much!

*whispers* guys, I think maybe ELLIE needs new glasses. :P

Also, no chihuahuas were harmed in the writing of this story, though my cat DID fall off the fridge, but he's kind of a dumb dumb.

Also, also, you would vote for Civil War Documentary, wouldn't you? Y'know what, I'mma write one and you're gonna have to read it, missy! <3

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This is a great story. I know alot about the dark side of oneself. I have a dark side that scares me. Which is why i try not to go to dark in my own stories, though i don't mind reading them. Once again, this is a great story.

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This.

This is gold.

Pure gold poured out from a heart of gold onto the hearts of all your readers coating them in gold.

I absolutely LOVED this story! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Not gonna lie, I've been around the block a few times when it comes to ABDL stories. But as far as short, one-off stories go this is definitely one of, if not THE best I've ever read! And that, my dear Lamby, is a completely subjective opinion. :D

This story is going on my list of best stories on this site. And believe me, that is a VERY exclusive club! It only has, like, 5 members (yes @bbykimmy, you're one of them. ;)) and now @RambleLamb is gonna be #6ish.

Thank you for writing such a beautiful story, Lamby.

5/5 hearts. :75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom:

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50 minutes ago, Aries said:

This is a great story. I know alot about the dark side of oneself. I have a dark side that scares me. Which is why i try not to go to dark in my own stories, though i don't mind reading them. Once again, this is a great story.

Thank you, M'Sir! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

6 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

This.

This is gold.

Pure gold poured out from a heart of gold onto the hearts of all your readers coating them in gold.

I absolutely LOVED this story! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Not gonna lie, I've been around the block a few times when it comes to ABDL stories. But as far as short, one-off stories go this is definitely one of, if not THE best I've ever read! And that, my dear Lamby, is a completely subjective opinion. :D

This story is going on my list of best stories on this site. And believe me, that is a VERY exclusive club! It only has, like, 5 members (yes @bbykimmy, you're one of them. ;)) and now @RambleLamb is gonna be #6ish.

Thank you for writing such a beautiful story, Lamby.

5/5 hearts. :75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom::75_EmoticonsHDcom:

Holy flip, what the dip?! Are you serious?! I've never made a list before, except for that one time in school when I came in third on the least hottest girls list. Your list is much better! <3

Thanks very much, Perma-Friend! I'm gonna do everything in my power to earn that praise. <3<3<3

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23 minutes ago, RambleLamb said:

except for that one time in school when I came in third on the least hottest girls list. 

Ok, if that really was a list, 1. It should never existed and 2. I am sure your name should not have been on it.

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17 minutes ago, Aries said:

Ok, if that really was a list, 1. It should never existed and 2. I am sure your name should not have been on it.

Aww, thanks buddy! Sadly, it was a real list but I'm not bothered by not being on it, I was but not now. :)

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2 hours ago, RambleLamb said:

Also, also, you would vote for Civil War Documentary, wouldn't you? Y'know what, I'mma write one and you're gonna have to read it, missy! <3

Drat.  I went with foreign.  I tried to change my vote, but it wont' let me.  Civil War Documentary?  Does that mean something like High Hearts by Rita Mae Brown?

A documentary?    Well, anyway ....  I will read it.

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7 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

Drat.  I went with foreign.  I tried to change my vote, but it wont' let me.  Civil War Documentary?  Does that mean something like High Hearts by Rita Mae Brown?

A documentary?    Well, anyway ....  I will read it.

The thought was that I'd write a transcript of a Civil War documentary Ken Burns style but it would be about the secret diaper wearing that went on. It will be dry as shit and you will cry tears of boredom. :)

Foreign is basically me writing an actual story and throwing into a different language and posting it to everyone's confusion. :P

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17 minutes ago, RambleLamb said:

The thought was that I'd write a transcript of a Civil War documentary Ken Burns style but it would be about the secret diaper wearing that went on. It will be dry as shit and you will cry tears of boredom. :)

Foreign is basically me writing an actual story and throwing into a different language and posting it to everyone's confusion. :P

LOL   well, I do like foreign films.......  besides I Thought it could be about aliens.

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5 minutes ago, RambleLamb said:

Foreign is basically me writing an actual story and throwing into a different language and posting it to everyone's confusion. :P

Haha that would be soooo funny!

:roflmao:

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I could see you doing drama, comedy, romance all well.  I'm sure you'll just surprise us anyway, won't you?

So was the survey really just rhetorical????  You can be such a clown at times.....

I also think after reading your one-shot, you would be good at writing an allegory.

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16 minutes ago, ELLIE52 said:

I could see you doing drama, comedy, romance all well.  I'm sure you'll just surprise us anyway, won't you?

So was the survey really just rhetorical????

Not gonna lie, it was. I'm curious to know what people want but I'm gonna do me and people will either like it or they won't, I'll get them to read me eventually. :)

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17 minutes ago, RambleLamb said:

Not gonna lie, it was.

That's OK.  I thought so.  I Didn't read the dark story after all the warnings though you have on Deviant Art.  I like some dark though.  

I'm curious what you think you may write?   Dark, Light, Humor  like Erma Bombeck would be fun  (don't worry, you are too young to know of her)

Her Lullaby was very special, the writing magnifico.  Whatever you write, this story has shown great promise for what's to come, even if the range is completely different.  

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7 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

That's OK.  I thought so.  I Didn't read the dark story after all the warnings though you have on Deviant Art.  I like some dark though.  

I'm curious what you think you may write?   Dark, Light, Humor  like Erma Bombeck would be fun  (don't worry, you are too young to know of her)

Her Lullaby was very special, the writing magnifico.  Whatever you write, this story has shown great promise for what's to come, even if the range is completely different.  

Dark story was very dark but I did try and overwarn so people weren't surprised. I like it because it's different and it has, before this story, the best thing I felt I'd ever written. It's a part about a character named Claudia and I cried when I wrote it, cried when @Wannatripbaby commented about it and cried again when I reread it today for the link, it's really powerful stuff to me and I wish more people could/would read it but there's too many babies here for me to post it.

I'm really glad you like this one, I don't know what I'll do next but I'll try very hard to make it good! :D

5 hours ago, Aries said:

Ok what's this dark story and whete can i go to read it? I hate not knowing what others do lol.

This is the story in question, it's dark but I've tempered it a bit with my humor to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. It has murder and violence in it and a lot of swearing, like more than you may expect.

Like I said, I like it and I'm proud of it, it's just not something I can post here.

7 hours ago, ELLIE52 said:

That's OK.  I thought so.  I Didn't read the dark story after all the warnings though you have on Deviant Art.  I like some dark though.  

I'm curious what you think you may write?   Dark, Light, Humor  like Erma Bombeck would be fun  (don't worry, you are too young to know of her)

Her Lullaby was very special, the writing magnifico.  Whatever you write, this story has shown great promise for what's to come, even if the range is completely different.  

Dark story was very dark but I did try and overwarn so people weren't surprised. I like it because it's different and it has, before this story, the best thing I felt I'd ever written. It's a part about a character named Claudia and I cried when I wrote it, cried when @Wannatripbaby commented about it and cried again when I reread it today for the link, it's really powerful stuff to me and I wish more people could/would read it but there's too many babies here for me to post it.

I'm really glad you like this one, I don't know what I'll do next but I'll try very hard to make it good! :D

5 hours ago, Aries said:

Ok what's this dark story and whete can i go to read it? I hate not knowing what others do lol.

This is the story in question, it's dark but I've tempered it a bit with my humor to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. It has murder and violence in it and a lot of swearing, like more than you may expect.

Like I said, I like it and I'm proud of it, it's just not something I can post here.

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I still think you should post SMFH (the Dark Story in question) here. We DO have some dark stories here. We have stories of all kinds! And if it seems like there aren't many that's purely coincidental. I once read part a story called Angela the Baby Slave that was SO dark and sadistic that I felt like I was gonna throw up after chapter 4!

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1 hour ago, Wannatripbaby said:

I still think you should post SMFH (the Dark Story in question) here. We DO have some dark stories here. We have stories of all kinds! And if it seems like there aren't many that's purely coincidental. I once read part a story called Angela the Baby Slave that was SO dark and sadistic that I felt like I was gonna throw up after chapter 4!

Hey Trip, is it darker than "Save Yourself"?

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Wow i just started on the story, it is indeed dark, but still something about it is compelling me to keep reading. It is very well written.

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6 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

Hey Trip, is it darker than "Save Yourself"?

Nooooooooo not even close! Well, it's a different kind of dark. It helps that, while the Content of SMFH is dark, the concept of the story is somewhat silly and therefore helps to defuse the darkness.

Basically it's about a guy who writes diaper fetish stories that are SO BAD that anyone who reads them goes into a homicidal/suicidal frenzy! Silly? Yes. But that doesn't stop it from being brutal. And there's this one part in particular (which I won't spoil) that tugs at/rips out your heartstrings in a way that you wouldn't expect in a story like that. :crybaby:

It's a good read. It's unlike anything I've ever read before and that in and of itself is pretty impressive. :)

 

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3 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Nooooooooo not even close! Well, it's a different kind of dark. It helps that, while the Content of SMFH is dark, the concept of the story is somewhat silly and therefore helps to defuse the darkness.

Basically it's about a guy who writes diaper fetish stories that are SO BAD that anyone who reads them goes into a homicidal/suicidal frenzy! Silly? Yes. But that doesn't stop it from being brutal. And there's this one part in particular (which I won't spoil) that tugs at/rips out your heartstrings in a way that you wouldn't expect in a story like that. :crybaby:

 It's a good read. It's unlike anything I've ever read before and that in and of itself is pretty impressive. :)

 

@RambleLamb

You should post it here, you'll be fine.  Keep your warnings and roll with it :D

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16 hours ago, RambleLamb said:

So, I've been trying to find different narrative voices to try out and see what speaks to me. I did the sissy, typical abdl story thing, which I will continue, don't poop your pants! :P I did a dark short story that probably no one should read, it's seriously so dark that it screams "Wakanda forever!" after you read it. Now I'm here with something unlike either of those two things, a love story! Yay! I've never written a love story and I've only written one short story, so this may or may not be a complete dumpster fire outside the zoo on animal haircut day kind of terrible, but it made me happy to write it and maybe one of you lovelies will find it enjoyable. Anyway, I'd very much appreciate it if you told me what you thought in the comments below, if you liked it, great, if you hated it, also great, let's talk about it and see if we can't make me a great writer when I grow up. :) Anyway, here's my new jam!

 

This isn't a comedy? But seriously I couldn't stop smiling the whole time :). Your personality really shines through with this one and I found myself relating on a lot of levels.

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