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The costume shopYou were heading home when you noticed a new costume shop along the road. You never noticed it, so you decided to go in. You needed a costume for your friend's birthday party after all. Unfortunately for you, the store has a dark secret... nobody who enters will leave unchanged
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1. You are a boy
2. No sex
3. No 18 plus stuff.
4. Nobody dies
“Okay team, huddle up!”
I put down my water as I jog to my coach. My football team is on a 10 game winning streak, and tomorrow is the district championship. I play linebacker, and so far this year I have 15 sacks,11 interceptions, and 78 tackles. I’m the undisputed leader of the defense. Anyway, as I reach Coach Costello, we get our end of practice speech.
“Okay, bozos, listen up. Tomorrow is the district championship. If we win, we head to State Playoffs. If we lose, we head home, and I’m sure none of us want that. So, I’ll ask a few simple questions. What are we?”
“What do we do?”
Costello smiles. “Okay, team, bring it in. 1, 2, 3, TSUNAMIS!!!” As we break our huddle, Costello nods at me. “Mallory
My Little Pet
One night Sky stormed out of his little home. He was pissed he still couldn't get a pet despite the promise made to him by his parents. Sky didn't get why they never let him seem to have anything. So after exchanging a few words he stormed away from dinner.
"Stupid, this sucks. I can't have anything." Sky cursed to the sky outside walking down long streets. "I don't care i'm not going back until I feel like it." He declared.
Sky walked on until he felt like he was being followed. He turned but didn't see anything, while he turned back around he leaped back at the sight of a small black cat that seemed to illuminate in the shine of the moon.
"Woah, what the. A cute little kitty cat out this late?" Sky thought kneeling down. "Come here kitty kitty. I won't hurt you." He beckoned the cat to come to him but it just sat there and stared.
"Nya." The cat meowed purring.
"Thats so cute I've always wanted a cat. Maybe if I just take you home and make up a sob story they'll let me keep you." Sky
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Metamorphosis (Chapter 15)
My mind was a little jumbled. I was with Kimberly, walking with her into the mall and just trying to keep myself calm. What was I supposed to do next? Was I supposed to try and act like a girl? What do girls normally do in malls? Don’t they shop and stuff? Do they just stand around and talk? Isn’t that boring? I didn’t know what to do or say. Kimberly smiled at my anxiety and poked my arm.
“You okay?” She asked.
“I’m a little confused.” I admitted. “What should I do?”
“Whatever you want.” Kimberly said. “We’re here to try and help you figure out who you are. Are you still Chase, or are you Cheryl.”
“How do we figure that out?” I asked.
“Well for starters, let’s just walk around and see what there is to see. Then when something catches your eye, we’ll jump on it.” She said. She took my wrist and lead me along with her into the mall. I had never noticed it before,
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Styles that change youYou are in a big clothing store that has a huge variety of clothing. But the store has a dark secret you may never leave unchanged.
For example if the woman/girl or man/boy touch something like chearleader clothes, or goth clothes, they instant or slowly start to change into those trends or styles.
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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