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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
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Adult +
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2
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860
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1
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This is a work of non fiction. Where possible - and where appropriate - permission has been granted from any people or their descendants to be included in this story. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Introductions. Plushie Boy
August was the end of an incredible summer. At the end of August, I would be leaving for college. Now I lived in Rhode Island and I was moving to Florida, a very far away place when you don't have a lot of money to spend of flights or drive 24 hours considering the amazing skyrocketing prices of gas these days.
My friend Brittany. Ah, she was amazing. Hair color of amazing colors that was constantly changing. So short in the ever so cute way. Always full of smiles and laughing about anything and everything. And extremely closed off from the world and even those who thought were personally close to her. As I was soon to find out.
I had previously hung out with her a number of times and had the most fun. We (being Brittany, Me, Gity and Plushie Boy as I like to call him. I'm sure you can figure out why) went to the local field and we shot off fireworks while a baseball game was in progress to have the Fire Department come and try to find out who it was that had started all the ruckus. We managed to escape the grasp of the dreaded lawmen in red and blue. Behind the field is a lake and some swampy area and that is where we made our escape.
"Wow, that was interesting," said Me.
"Yeah, I know right. We should do that again," said Brittany.
"Haha, yeah we should. Next time, we shall bring something much bigger than little swirley-things," said Plushie Boy.
Story behind Plushie Boy is one of unexpected scariness. Brittany and I went over to Richard's house. Yes, he has a real name. We decided to just hang out over his house for a little while and we went upstairs to his room and we were just talking when I look over to the right hand side of my chair and I see this stuffed animal. I didn't think anything of it so I picked it up and I looked at it...and to my greatest amazement, there was a hole in the crouch and a stain...so I immediately throw it to Brittany and she gets immediately grossed out..
"DUDE, what the hell was that?! Haha!"
"I have no idea but I think we have a problem. Hurry up, put it back before he comes up and sees that we know he likes to fuck stuffed animals. Haha!"
She throws it back at me and I try to use my elbows to place it back in its place.
As Plushie Boy starts to walk up the stairs, Brittany and I couldn't stop laughing. Of course, Plushie Boy being curious as to what was funny and he wasn't on the inside of the joke, he asked us what was funny.
"Oh nothing. Haha," I say as I look down at the stuffed animal. Very nonchalant.
Two or three days after that, Brittany and I decided to take a mission and bring a blacklight to prove out theory of his sexual relationship with this...unfortunate stuffed animal. As we go there and go up to his room...it has disappeared. We looked for it everywhere and we couldn't find this creature. We searched many hiding places. Nowhere to be found.
The mission to find Plushie Boy's Plushie has yet to be solved.
Up next. Gity.
My friend Brittany. Ah, she was amazing. Hair color of amazing colors that was constantly changing. So short in the ever so cute way. Always full of smiles and laughing about anything and everything. And extremely closed off from the world and even those who thought were personally close to her. As I was soon to find out.
I had previously hung out with her a number of times and had the most fun. We (being Brittany, Me, Gity and Plushie Boy as I like to call him. I'm sure you can figure out why) went to the local field and we shot off fireworks while a baseball game was in progress to have the Fire Department come and try to find out who it was that had started all the ruckus. We managed to escape the grasp of the dreaded lawmen in red and blue. Behind the field is a lake and some swampy area and that is where we made our escape.
"Wow, that was interesting," said Me.
"Yeah, I know right. We should do that again," said Brittany.
"Haha, yeah we should. Next time, we shall bring something much bigger than little swirley-things," said Plushie Boy.
Story behind Plushie Boy is one of unexpected scariness. Brittany and I went over to Richard's house. Yes, he has a real name. We decided to just hang out over his house for a little while and we went upstairs to his room and we were just talking when I look over to the right hand side of my chair and I see this stuffed animal. I didn't think anything of it so I picked it up and I looked at it...and to my greatest amazement, there was a hole in the crouch and a stain...so I immediately throw it to Brittany and she gets immediately grossed out..
"DUDE, what the hell was that?! Haha!"
"I have no idea but I think we have a problem. Hurry up, put it back before he comes up and sees that we know he likes to fuck stuffed animals. Haha!"
She throws it back at me and I try to use my elbows to place it back in its place.
As Plushie Boy starts to walk up the stairs, Brittany and I couldn't stop laughing. Of course, Plushie Boy being curious as to what was funny and he wasn't on the inside of the joke, he asked us what was funny.
"Oh nothing. Haha," I say as I look down at the stuffed animal. Very nonchalant.
Two or three days after that, Brittany and I decided to take a mission and bring a blacklight to prove out theory of his sexual relationship with this...unfortunate stuffed animal. As we go there and go up to his room...it has disappeared. We looked for it everywhere and we couldn't find this creature. We searched many hiding places. Nowhere to be found.
The mission to find Plushie Boy's Plushie has yet to be solved.
Up next. Gity.