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Here I am again, thought Khari to himself as he dangled by the hem of his ankles; the soles of his feet hung bare, and were up-turned to the ceiling; his limbs lay stuck to his sides, bundled snuggly beneath a straight-jacket.  He’d serve out his punishment waiting like so-solitary confinement   The penalty would seem harsh, but Khari had grown accustomed.  He’d almost come to enjoy this—it was a quiet place to think.  He’d earned his ‘rights’ to solitary time and time again.  Khari and his chronic misbehavior.     I really should learn to control my temper-thought Khari to himself.

(Thought i'd try a quick Naruto Fandom Story.  I've always wanted to try one, so hopefully I did the Naruto-Verse justly.  This story is set and takes place in the Naruto-Verse, Pre-Timeskip.  The scene picks up near the first appearance of Itachi Uchiha and Kisame, and the first reunion of the Uchiha brothers in Konoha.....Hope you enjoy :) )  (Btw--i've decided to try writing stories about both the Asylum Tickle drawing, and a supernatural creatures one (since both had the most votes thus far) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   “I’ll kill you!!!” Sasuke sn

After loosing another quidditch match in his 5th year, Malfoy had just about as much Harry Potter as he could take.  In fact he was fed up with  "The likes of Potter" on all fronts   Malfoy had everything a wizard could ask for, he was wealthy, popular, cunning,  and he had a fair bit of magical skill.  But despite this, he still couldn't quite measure up to Harry, "The Chosen One."   Harry slighted him over and over again. The very thought of Harry's success sickened Malfoy, triwizard champion, Gryffindor seeker,etc. The more he reminisced over this, the more annoyed he became.  All of Harry's narrow triumphs over

I decided I would try a story this time.  (Feedback is much appreciated) This is a story about one of my earliest, and most intense tickle experiences. I joined boy scouts when I was fairly young.  I was in my early tweens if I remember correctly.  At the time I was a bit standoffish,  and I wasn't the most social person for sure.  People often mistakened my shyness for unfriendly or snobbish behavior, which led to a few incidents like this. I only hung with two close friends that I already knew in the troop, Jeff, and Sam.  They had both been in the troop for a year before me, and I was the newbie this year.  Apparently, ot