Maxwell’s eyes opened suddenly. He looked around. Everything was dark, and strangers’ voices echoed from another room. He couldn’t remember when he got into his bed, or when he fell asleep. He couldn’t see the ceiling above him, nor the blankets that rested heavily on top of him. Something strong pulled them over his head, and for a moment he felt soft flesh brush against his hand.
The cloth pressed down against his face. Though Maxwell tried to move, his body refused to move. He felt a heavy weight in his stomach, and his own stale breath puffed off the blanket and down onto his face before it suddenly lifted, only to rest more heavily against his chest. The soft cloth quickly grew hot around him, and he could feel sweat gather into large droplets, only to slide down into his hair.
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Tags: blood, body-swapping, cold, death, drunk, heat, monster, murder, science fiction, story
Rose tossed another wadded up paper into the ogre stewpot below. It bounced off and hit the ‘chef’ on the male creature’s jiggling chest. She shifted back out of sight, then continued to try to write.
Dearest Malindrake,
It has been a long time. I’ve been getting drunk in the Undercity, and may have gotten raped.
No good. Another wad of paper shot into the stew pot. The ogres would get lots of fiber today.
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As Galedia walked away, Fil’ul watched her go. For someone so tiny, she certainly could hit hard– and heal hard, when needed. The old troll chuckled, and watched as she looked back at him with one antenna-like eyebrow raised before she continued onward, into her home.
It was a long day. They spent hours together in combat, with her alternating between hitting heavy and healing, while Fil’ul kept the enemies angry at himself. Whenever she wasn’t riding his shoulders, she was pulling more enemies into the melee while occasionally shooting a healing spell in his direction to keep him up. Read the rest of this entry »
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I walked into the fancy establishment my friend worked at. She assured me I’d have no problem getting in. I shifted my turban a bit higher on my head. It was too large on me. I absently grabbed the ear-flap and tied it to the other side to try to muffle the sounds of chatter that resounded on either side of me. Suddenly, a brick wall was in my way. I looked up.
He was huge, with dark skin and nothing to cover his massive chest, save scars and crossed arms. Slowly, my eyes went higher still, to his face. He stared at me with the pale eyes of someone from the north, maybe even as far as Icesog. I took a step back quickly. “Sorry, sir.” I moved to step past him, and a heavy hand fell onto my shoulder, faster than I could think. Read the rest of this entry »
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My day was horrible. Looking back, had I been any younger when this day’s figurative shit hit the fan, I would have declared it the worst day of my life and pondered those suicidal thoughts a bit more seriously than I actually did.
The day began before I went to bed. I helped mom take care of noisy, spoiled children in the race to get them to school. I woke to a phone call from my mother, asking me to watch the two biggest culprits for in-home drama and headaches. The five year old boy, Charlie, hit Janice repeatedly, so I put him in a chair for time out. The chair had arms, and he was short and a little stupid, so I was able to contain him by standing at the one end and just waiting for him to cool down.
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His heart felt like it was expanding. The warmth he felt in his chest halted the icy snow, and he smiled down at the young woman he so adored. “Remi, of course I’m going to miss you.” he leaned down and kissed her on her angelic, pink lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mattieu.” she murmured with a soft smile before she looked away. “Are you sure we can handle going long-distance like this? Even if we’re only across town, you won’t ever be able to see me, except when I do public shows.” Her voice was a sad bell tuned to a minor key. Her green-grey eyes looked down, and she turned her face away from him. “You should move on and find someone else to love, Mattieu.” Her tone was pleading, and she slowly worked up her courage to look him in the eye.
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