The Chart - Chapter 3 by vladvladikoff, literature
Literature
The Chart - Chapter 3
*warning* this chapter deals with bullying and mental health issues such as suicide and self harm.
I was surrounded. People were laughing at me from all sides. I was stood in my classroom with nothing but a wet pull-up on from the waist down. My stomach was churning. Someone came out of the crowd and pushed me over, causing me to poo. I turned bright red. It was Louise Fletcher. "What's that smell? Eww, poor baby Phoebe has done a poo poo. You're so disgusting. No one wants you here. You should kill yourself. I bet your mum doesn't even love you."
At that I woke up, glad it was just a nightmare, but knowing it could play out in real life. I
The Chart - Chapter Two by vladvladikoff, literature
Literature
The Chart - Chapter Two
I woke up and could feel a churning in my stomach. I really needed to poo. Standing up, I noticed how heavy my diaper was. The churning grew more intense. I resigned myself to my fate and decided to unload my bowels. I squatted on my bed and unleashed an explosion. Unwisely, I sat on my bed, allowing the squishy mess to spread uncomfortably in my diaper.
I got up and waddled out of my room. Stairs were proving to be tricky in my overloaded diaper that had swelled within an inch of its life, so I sat on my bum and shuffled down them. I heard the tv quietly murmuring, so I made a beeline for the living room.
I quietly opened the door and saw
The Chart - Chapter One by vladvladikoff, literature
Literature
The Chart - Chapter One
Chapter One
I groaned when I woke up to yet another wet bed. It was the sixth time this week and it was Saturday, so that's six nights in a row. Dripping, I walked over to my 'Bedwetting Chart' my mum had made sure was on prime display. I put a big 'W' on today. This was my last week to prove I didn't need diapers at night, but I knew I'd lost the battle. Out of 29 days, there were 25 'W's and 4 'D's. I needed 25 'D's to avoid diapers.
To make matters worse, I'd had quite a few close calls during the day time, and one fully fledged wetting while I was awake. I have no idea how I managed to hide it from my mum. I guess she presumed I wore jo
The Chart - Chapter 3 by vladvladikoff, literature
Literature
The Chart - Chapter 3
*warning* this chapter deals with bullying and mental health issues such as suicide and self harm.
I was surrounded. People were laughing at me from all sides. I was stood in my classroom with nothing but a wet pull-up on from the waist down. My stomach was churning. Someone came out of the crowd and pushed me over, causing me to poo. I turned bright red. It was Louise Fletcher. "What's that smell? Eww, poor baby Phoebe has done a poo poo. You're so disgusting. No one wants you here. You should kill yourself. I bet your mum doesn't even love you."
At that I woke up, glad it was just a nightmare, but knowing it could play out in real life. I
The Chart - Chapter Two by vladvladikoff, literature
Literature
The Chart - Chapter Two
I woke up and could feel a churning in my stomach. I really needed to poo. Standing up, I noticed how heavy my diaper was. The churning grew more intense. I resigned myself to my fate and decided to unload my bowels. I squatted on my bed and unleashed an explosion. Unwisely, I sat on my bed, allowing the squishy mess to spread uncomfortably in my diaper.
I got up and waddled out of my room. Stairs were proving to be tricky in my overloaded diaper that had swelled within an inch of its life, so I sat on my bum and shuffled down them. I heard the tv quietly murmuring, so I made a beeline for the living room.
I quietly opened the door and saw
Accidents
Chapter 1
By dsguyX
It was a rainy summer night in Maple Creek and Jennifer was asleep in her house. The past couple of nights weren't much to Jennifer's favor because she was on break. However, she was able to get by visiting the town library daily to read whatever book caught her interest. Jennifer always went to bed after eleven after a whole day of reading, hanging with her friends, and chilling in her room. Suddenly, the loud rumble of thunder echoed outside her window.
"The answer is Sir Isaac Newton," Jennifer said, woken up from the sound of the thunder.
She looked around and noticed that she was in her room.