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What Dreams May Become 13by grapehyacinth
Apparently the phone was ringing, but I was too wrapped up in washing our clothes to hear it. Well, I couldn't get it anyway – I was a washing machine at present.
My husband came over to me, sticking the phone out. “It's for you.”
I stared at him like he was stupid. “Um, Roman, washing machines find it hard to take phone calls. You know, the whole 'not having any hands' thing?”
“It's that girl Tammy again. She wants your notes...again.”
I sighed. I had made the mistake of giving this girl the notes to our Biochemistry class once, and now she was constantly after me. I'd only seen her at one lecture, and she never understood the subject matter, yet her grades were impeccable. In fact, she did well in every subject, she was president of several clubs and her sorority...Whatever.
“Tell her I'll give them to her after Biochem tomorrow,” I lowered my voice. “That'll make her come to class for once.”
Playing PossumA Fox Serum Story
Playing Possum: Mary Michelin's “Fun With Fox Serum” Column for the week of February 21
Welcome to my column for this week. Those of you who follow me regularly know how much I enjoy transforming using the Fox Serum. You've accompanied me through all my amazing animal adventures, and you know I always have a great time in animal form. Unfortunately, my latest Fox Serum excursion has brought up a serious problem that has yet to be addressed.
Because, yes, this time, I almost was killed.
Read on about my latest, well, catastrophe...
I'm willing to try anything related to transforming. As you know, I have ties to the Fox Serum labs, so I'm always one of the first to try new serums. For a previous column, and you might remember that one, I had interviewed Dr. Craig Welton, head and founder of the lab. One of the questions I'd posed was in regard to length of the actual transform
Supporting the UnsupportedA Trust Machines Story
“Nathan! Hurry up! The whole support group is waiting for you!”
Marsha, Nathan's ex-assistant, woke the retired magician from his slumber. He had fallen asleep on the broken-down couch in the community center's back office.
“Well,” he retorted, “they'll have to wait a bit longer. An ex-magician needs his rest.”
Marsha frowned. “Don't give me your usual crap now, Nathan. You're already late! I told my boss you're going to be awesome, not late.”
“So?” he stumbled off the couch and ran his hands through his graying hair. “Hell, what I'd do for some whiskey right now...”
The harried woman grabbed his arm and shook it. “I can't afford to be fired! It took a lot to get a job with Support Services after being a magician's assistant!”
“Hey, cut it out!” Nathan pulled his arm away in annoyance. “Damn, I don't know w
Confounding Your Genieby grapehyacinth
“SAMUEL, I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “Carleton? How did you call me from a genie bottle?”
“If I can get cable in here, don't you think I can get cell service? Damn you, Wintergreen, and all you bastards to hell! How dare you allow this to happen to me?!”
“Hold on, Carleton! What happened?”
The wizard-turned-genie inhaled deeply, trying to get ahold of himself. Nothing would be accomplished if he merely screamed at the elder committee member. “That...Dave...”
“The first person you served?”
“Yes...person...He...made me a woman...” Carleton couldn't bear to go on. He was too ashamed. A great wizard like him, being taken advantage of... It made his blood boil just thinking about it... But the worst thing was, and he could barely admit it to himself, he had wanted it! He had enjoyed it more than anything in a while! It had aw
Old FriendsSidnei Brown trudged up the dirty stairs by himself to his apartment, a small grocery bag hanging in his left hand, his large shoulders stooped after his long day. He knew he needed a break from the monotony, from the lack of any progress, from all of this, but there was none in sight. Reaching the third floor, he warily glanced in both directions down the poorly lit hall. Although the 6’11” graying black man still cast an imposing shadow from the staircase entrance, he was tired and wanted no part in any of the trouble that often lurked in these passageways, now empty save for the lingering stench of stale cigarette smoke in the air that almost hid the underlying stale urine smell.
Seeing no one, he turned right towards his end of the hall. As he quietly approached his door, he pulled a key out of his pocket. Sliding the key in the lock, he turned it and the doorknob in one smooth motion and entered his small studio apartment without stopping. He closed and locked the door
Breaking Through - A TF Short StoryThe rapid metallic noise of the school bell releases us for the weekend. I quickly pile my class work into my English folder and join the bottleneck that forms as my class files out of the classroom.
“Hey Becca!” I turn at the sound of my name. My friend Vikki is standing next to the row of beige lockers. A short black leather jacket covers her bright blue blouse, complementing her thick black eyeliner.
“Vikki!” I answer, a grin spreading across my face. “My house?” I inquire.
The question is redundant. Vikki has been coming over to my house every day since we started high school.
“Yup!” Vikki answers it anyway. “How was your afternoon?”
“Long,” I answer sarcastically. “Did you finally say hi to Drew?”
Drew is Vikki’s crush. He also would be perfect for her. But so far, all Vikki has done is sit behind him in sixth period class and ogle. And Drew, being a boy, is both clueless and hopeless.
A Minish Hero's RewardA Minish Hero’s Reward
There was something weird going on with the whole Picori population in the small forest village, and Link knows it. Ever since the final battle with Vaati and Hyrule getting saved, the boy has been receiving weird reactions from the tiny creatures that range from a blush from some of the Picori after a casual greeting from him, to getting his measurements taken by the local clothing store owner as he was browsing around, while muttering “he’ll be one of us” rather happily to himself. Those words that Link heard had confused and crept him out at the same time, due to the meaning behind them. Just what did that shopkeeper mean by “be one of us” anyway?
Link was taking a walk through the grass outside the village in his third visit to the Picori world. Reasons behind the gate to the world being open permanently were due to the efforts of Princess Zelda and Link showing how much gratitude they feel to the tiny beings in helping res
FirelightFor Group Contest
In another time, the word was wild and untamed, infested with monstrous creatures and dotted with ancient labyrinths. While many were content to simply live and survive, there were those who would go out into uncharted lands. These were the heroes, the explorers, the hunters, and the treasure-hunters.
Two of these sorts were resting at a trading outpost right between two towns. One was tall and well-built, with short but wild crimson hair, wearing smooth steel armor and a red cape, and carrying a spear that matched her height. Her name was Flamme. The other was shorter and slim, with white hair which reached her waist, wearing a black scarf and white dress, with a simple bow slung on her back- but no quiver. Her name was Lumina.
Flamme was the daughter of a noble, but rejected a life of luxury for one of adventure. Lumina was born in a small, nameless village, and left to make a name for herself. They met not long after abandoning their former lives
Emerald Thunder (Reader to Astalos TF/MC) [COMM]
Oh, there it is again, that annoying sound the factory always seems to make. You’d think by how far away you live from it the noise wouldn’t be so loud, but somehow it still reaches you. No matter who you talked to, nobody was really able to tell you exactly what it sounded like; a strange mix of crackles and low booms that seemed impossible to fully identify. The county clearly didn’t care much about it, either, since all messages regarding the noise are never answered, and any in-person questions are simply ignored. It has gotten to the point where residents are moving out purely because of the factory’s noise.
Over the months you’ve noticed it has become noticeably stronger; first quiet and few, though nowadays they are much more frequent, and annoyingly loud. And to your dismay, today has been the worst you’ve heard by far. What could they even be doing in there?
Johnny's Egg-cellent Transformation! (Yoshi TF) *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Johnny looked over at his door, “WHO IS IT!?” he called out.
“Delivery for a Mister Johnny! I need you to sign for it sir.” Came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.
“Alright, be right there!” Johnny sighed as he slowly got up. “Ug, How can I focus on TF month, with these interruptions?” he grumbled.
After a yawn and small stretch he walked over to his door and opened it up “Sign here sir.” He handed the clipboard over to him. Johnny quickly signed for it and handed it back. “Here you are sir,” he handed him the package, “And have a good day.” The delivery man gave a bow and walked off.
“Weirdo.” Johnny mumbled under his breath and took it inside. “I never ordered anything.” He said as he saw the fragi
A Field Trip Gone Wrong (1,000 Pageview Special)Eddie and Morgan are your typical teenage friends in high school. They shared the same passion for animated movies, especially the Land Before Time films. Eddie and Morgan were on a field trip with their school to an excavation site to find some dinosaur bones. "This is going to be fun," said Eddie. "You bet!", said Morgan.
"Alright class," said the teacher. "We are here today to dig up some dinosaur bones and learn more about the history of them. You may touch the ones you dig up, but don't touch the ones that are on display. Have fun, and stay safe!"
While digging, Eddie found a set of Pteranadon bones. "Wow, what a find!", said Morgan. These bones were colored orange and yellow, making them quite special. "Wanna hang out at my house after school?", asked Eddie. "Sure", said Morgan. "We could probably watch a movie or something."
After the trip, Morgan arrived at Eddie's house to hang out for a while. "What movies do you have?", asked Morgan. "I picked this one up at Walmart after sc
Kiva's WeekendNikki was technically a witch, but so weak she might as well not have been. Her twin sister had always lorded her powers over her as they'd come of age, making her whatever she needed or wanted as whim struck her. Their parents had made sure Nikki had been present for lectures and ambulatory for exams, but beyond that not interfered, thinking it good for the twins to hone their skills and defenses. She'd grown out of it, but far, far too late to undo what she'd done to poor Nikki, who had grown unused to being anything other than her sister's plaything.
And so, the mark Nikki came to make on the world was wild, wild parties, where every two months or so she would rent out a bar, gather up a bunch of witches and mundanes, and have them all drink their humanity away. She wanted to make a place where the question, at least for mundanes (a category in which, for most purposes, she counted herself), was not whether they would be transformed, but into what, and b
GIFT-Making a Good PresentIt was an ordinary day for the snow leopard Nafster. He was busy punching out a story when his phone rang. He checked the contact then picked up. "Hello, Amelia," he said, taking his hands off the keyboard.
"Hey, Nafster!" Replied the anthro rat. "I have a little problem."
"Sure, what's up?"
"I was asked to make somebody a gift but I don't know what to do."
"You don't? I thought you made something new each week."
"I do, but... just come over. I really need you."
Nafster furrowed his brow. Was something else going to happen today? Well, he trusted Amelia. Probably not. "Alright, just give me fifteen minutes. I'll be right over."
"Thank you!" With that, Amelia hung up. Nafster sighed and saved his document.
Roughly twenty minutes later, Amelia received a knock at her door. She opened it to see Nafster standing there. "Hello," she greeted him, opening the door wide to let him though.
"Hey. So what's up?" He asked as he walked in.
"Well, I need to make somebody a gift but I need you to hel
Surfing the Graviton Wave - Chapter Two: part 1 “I don’t wan’ta leave!” He cried, huddling on his doorstep. “Then I have’ta go to a diff’rent school, an’ none of my friends’ll be there.”
“Dad says we got to, that he can’t afford the mortgage on our home. It’s JUST across town. Your friends can come over anytime they want to.”
“Tha’ house is ugly and stupid and I won’ even have my fort there. Nobody will wan’ta play with me there.”
His sister crouched next to him, and put her arm across his back. “I will. I’ll take care of all of us. We’re family. Dad and us’ll make it a great home. I promise!”
“It’s MY fault.
A Forgetful Day 3A man slowly adjusts to his new reality. An age regression story. 2 min read.
I bring my hands down hard and send a wave of warm soapy water sloshing over the side of the bathtub. There is sharp shout from outside, and I stop my frolicking, clamber out and begin toweling off. Soon I join Mum in the kitchen, and we talk excitedly about all the goals I scored this afternoon. I am so hungry that I feel I have stones in my stomach.
A man walks in, and Mum calls out to him adoringly. With a start, I realize that I have been walking around the house in nothing but a pair of blue striped underwear, and I feel an urgent need to cover myself. The man tousles my hair, tweaks my nose and tickles my exposed body. I giggle uncontrollably, his face is familiar, and then abruptly I recognize him: he is my doctor! A chill swirls over my body like a blast of icy wind, and Mum asks why I am staring at Dad like that. Now I am completely flummoxed, for while I remember that my Dad i
Mooncalled 22“What do you mean, surrounded?” asked Donna, the tiny crystal of her body flickering with anger.
“A couple army trucks pulled up after I got here,” said Gwen. “They’ve set up a cordon around the house, but haven’t taken any aggressive actions.”
“Other than cutting the power? I checked our systems,” chimed Donna, “and we’re running off the RTG in the sub-basement.”
“The power flickered a while back, but we didn’t think anything of it,” said Sidney. “We have backup power?”
“Yeah. Buried deep, so it can’t cause problems,” reassured Donna. “The flicker was the automatic cutover. Did they get the phone line, too?”
“What does it matter?” asked Sidney. She pulled out her brand new cell phone. “Wait. I’m not getting a signal.”
A quick check showed that the landline was dead.
Ruby Rose (RWBY) TF TG MC (Request)Ever since it began, Brodie has watched every single episode of RWBY. His favorite character had always been the main character, Ruby Rose. "Man, I wish I could be just like her," said Brodie after he finished re-watching Volume 1 on Rooster Teeth's website.
The next day, Brodie received a mysterious package at his doorstep. "I don't remember ordering anything from Amazon," said Brodie as he picked up the package and went inside. When Brodie opened the package, he was confused at what he got. "Wow, a Collector's Edition Blu-ray of Volume 1," said Brodie. After opening the case, Brodie saw a note inside that read:
"Property of Rooster Teeth
Not for sale"
"I just got a piece of Rooster Teeth merchandise that isn't available to the public yet," said Brodie. He inserted disc one into his Blu-ray player and started to watch the show. As the first episode ended, Brodie felt like he had a headache. "I must've been staring at this TV screen for too long," said Brodie. His hair became black and
Cannons, Potions, and TF (TF Request) “Alright, show’s over! Thanks for coming out, everyone!”
As the circus show ended, the people inside the tent began walking out, chatting amongst each other about the show they had just witnessed. It had been a spectacular show, as always, and the spectators had all been amazed at the various tricks that had been performed. After they walked away, other members of the circus followed, until there were only two people left in the tent. The first was a reptilian woman in her mid-twenties, one with bright pink hair, blue-green scales, a large cigar in her mouth, and a tribal dress covering her body. The second was her daughter, a young girl with pink hair tied back into pigtails, an even larger cigar, and a similar tribal dress over her blue-green scales. “Wow!” she cried, smiling up at her mother. “We sure had a big crowd that time, huh?”
Her mother, June, grinned back, showing off her yellow and
Wave: Endemic (6, B)
Part 1: The Mystery
Chapter 6(Continued): Throes of Color
“Well...?” Vince's voice cracked toward me, breaking the hypnotic whirring of machines, the beeping of something-or-other, the buzzing of somewhere-over.
We hadn't been waiting long, but I'd already gotten bored enough to sit on the floor with my legs out, 'cause I couldn't do much else from here. That ashy scent was getting to me. Made me want to sneeze, but I could never muster up the, I'unno, muscle for it? Could never get my nose bothered enough.
“Hmm, probs should've gone with them, huh?” I suggested.
“They wouldn't have been able to see you. Shit, that would've helped...”
“Eeck, don't say 'shit'.” I told him.
“Your voice – it's like, too cute for that.”
“But you just said it a second ago.”
“And it was ugly, huh?”
“Yeah...” he agreed
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