So yeah, the Tapas people let me post the uncensored versions of these Parts on my site, since they had to censor them due to whatever. Apparently Apple doesn’t allow people to talk about penises and vaginas, but fortunately, WordPress does lol.
Author’s Note: So yeah… I’ve been posting unedited chapters of Solo Dual Cultivation lately, but this time I randomly decided to edit and post a chapter of TDoE. I feel like… I don’t even remember that long ago. Was it 2 years when I wrote this chapter? I have no clue. There are so many stories that I’ve written over the past few years, and so many that I need to get back to writing… Yet I’m kinda tethered down with Immortal Soul. So every time I start writing something else, sooner or later, I gotta stop what I’m doing and get back to ‘work’ lmao. Continue reading
“Yeah, well I could’ve told ya that in the first place. But like I said before, why the fuck even do it? I don’t understand what kind of compatibility is so important?” I asked, still primarily using Ana to speak. Continue reading
It was an email. Yeah, there was no gian tentacle monster in my room, unfortunately. If that’s what you thought I was gonna say, then sorry. I sat down in the metal chair, with Ana reading from the screen with her significantly better eyesight. Continue reading
My ears have always been sensitive. However, once I gained a second pair of them, the tiny little things that really fucking annoyed me before, had become seriously unbearable. For example, my father was listening to a radio talk-show upstairs and while I couldn’t understand the exact words that were spoken, I could clearly hear the horrible static-like noises, along with mumbling and high-pitched squeaking. Continue reading
As Michael, I stood up and carefully walked between the back of the office chair and the edge of my floppy bed. Making sure not to touch anything. Then I took my shirt off, handed it to Ana, who crumpled it up and placed it on the metal chair. Continue reading
As my OCD progressed, I became less lazy in a lot of ways. For example, once we finally got a new dishwasher, I didn’t want my parents to do it anymore. I was still way too lazy to do the washing part of dealing with clothes, but I always took my own clothes out of the dryer. Aside from wanting to help out my parents, I also didn’t want them to touch stuff I would need to wear or eat out of… Obviously I would still wash off dishes and utensils before I used them, since you never know whether there will still be soap or other stuff on them. Continue reading
I accepted my situation because I was open-minded. I didn’t prescribe to the Mainstream Faith. By that, I didn’t mean the Media, because even back in 2019, almost nobody still trusted that bullshit. No, I’m talking about those people who believe so strongly in whatever the mainstream science and history ‘experts’ told them, that they would think you’re an idiot for considering it possible that the Pyramids weren’t created by a bunch of random human slaves. Continue reading
I resisted the urge to try kissing myself, since it was pointless, and left the bathroom. Although I could go into great detail about how I walked on the balls of my feet, only touched things with specific hands and explain every little weird thing I did on the way out… I don’t have that kind of time. Besides, it’s pretty redundant at this point. Continue reading
