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The county fair had finally returned. Thank goodness. Its familiar array of glowing lights flashed in the distance beyond Tori’s bedroom window with the alluring promise of savory food stands and time spent with friends. She had worked too hard over the past few months to allow anything to interfere with her carefully laid-out plans for tonight. All of those long afternoons spent with academic tutors pounding mathematical formulas into her head would now bear fruit. She stacked the last of the folded laundry onto her bed, nudging a forgotten pair of shorts behind the hamper out of view. Close enough. A tentative knock on the door broke Tori’s attention. “Don’t worry, I’m still here. Come in,” she called out. The broad figure of Tori’s father appeared, his eyes immediately scrutinizing the scene before him. An uncomfortable silence filled the space as his thumb and forefinger plucked away at the scraggly end of his overgrown beard. A heavy sigh heralded the dreaded shake of his

The high pitched screech of the school bus’s brakes pierced the air as the bus slowly came to a stop in front of the driveway of a nearby house. A moment after the bus had stopped, its dual-panel door opened, and a small, young boy eagerly hopped out. As the bus drove away, the boy excitedly ran up to his home, a modest, one-story house of only moderate size that overlooked a heavily forested valley below, and quickly reached the front door and rung the doorbell with giddy eagerness. Shortly after ringing the bell, the boy’s mother, a petite, but curvy woman with her blond hair tied in a bun and wearing a somewhat plain, but cute outfit consisting of a magenta turtleneck and pale blue jeans, appeared at the door and happily greeted him saying, “Hey Ethan! Did you have a good day at school today? “Uh-huh!” Ethan simply responded happily as he walked into their home while his mother held the door open for him. “Hey Mom! Something really cool is happening at school tomorrow!” Ethan

That Transformation Burn Tom watched the removal of the needle from his arm with rapt attention. He never could stand watching them go in, and was surprised how far the nurse had inserted it. “How long before my DNA changes?” he asked through his mask, perhaps a bit too eagerly. The nurse stood up with the empty syringe in her hand and deposited it in the biohazard receptacle before answering him. “Excuse me? Oh, you mean the mRNA. It just teaches your cells to make copies of the spike protein. That allows your body to recognize it and know to fight it off. They’ll be destroyed quickly and the mRNA vaccine will go away. It’s very temporary; there’s no affect to your DNA at all.” She placed an adhesive bandage on his arm where she had given him the shot. He watched her carefully. “Temporary. That’s cool. So, when do I start to sprout fur or scales?” She turned to look back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Uh… never? You’ll probably have a sore arm for a day or so, maybe a minor

One winter in the high mountains, a baby was left abandoned. Different causes of death raced to be the first to claim the infant: cold, hunger, or animals to name a few. Fate spared this baby as pair-bonded dragons flew through the mountains. Their long, serpentine bodies rose and fell through the clouds, and their manes and antlers gave them a noble aura. They each had long whiskers as well that flowed with their movements. The patriarch had fiery red scales with sandy underbelly. The matriarch had deep blue scales and a more golden scaled underbelly. Such beings as large as a barge as they sailed through the air as easily as a snake slithered on the ground may never have noticed such a small thing. The cries of the human infant caught the ear of the blue matriarch. She paused and sailed down to the source. “Da Jiang,” She spoke to her love, “Why would anyone leave a child here like this?” “I do not know, Tian Kuo.” The Red Dragon answered perplexed. He stroked under his muzzle

While most students in the Garreg Mach Monastery would have turned in by that time of night, such was not the case for the four female members of the Golden Deer house. Hilda, Lysithea, Leonie, and Marianne were currently far outside their dorm rooms, huddled around in a currently unused classroom, probably a place they weren’t allowed to be at that time of night. However, it wasn’t as though they could just secretly mix an enhancement potion while classes were in session, especially not when the potion’s recipe had come from a source that was somewhat suspect. While Lysithea had been occupied with certain research she refused to elaborate on, she stumbled across a red-headed girl leaving the monastery grounds in quite a rush with many wares strapped to her back. The apparent merchant girl had been in such a hurry that she hadn’t even noticed the page of parchment that had slipped out as she turned the corner. The white-haired girl did, however. The title that was scrawled over

It was another night in Gotham City. Most of its citizens inside resting for the night. And the streets being less busy than they were during the day. But just like with any other night. A hero would hop from building to building and stare down. Searching for anything and anyone that disrupted the peace. While most knew that Batman would patrol the city. There was another that they did not know about. That other hero was Nightwing. Originally called Robin and was once a side kick to Batman. Whenever Batman wasn't patrolling or was in a different area in Gotham. Nightwing would take the opportunity to do his own hero work. Catching criminals and saving the innocent. Word had gotten around that a Man had gotten hold of some kind of serum that would turn people into human animal hybrids. The most common sightings and encounters where men that resembled donkeys. The man behind it would use them to assist him with crimes like robbery and battery against the authorities. Or anyone else

“Man… this is just not fair…” Ranamon sighed, sitting on a rock near the coast, dipping her feet in the waters and occasionally kickin it. She was still feeling fatigued and a little bit out of it from her last battle, which didn't go too well. “I don’t even know what I did wrong. Like I fought flawlessly!” Ranamon kicked the water a little bit harder, causing a splash that made her almost recoil back off the rock. “Whoaa! Catch!” Yet she stopped herself just in time, mainly by stopping to flail her arms around and just holding on to the rock. “How come Digimon with trainers are just so strong?!” She continued as if nothing happened, crossing her arms as a visible grumpiness formed within her expression as she furrowed her brow. “It’s so unfair. They need to stop doing whatever it is they’re doing, it’s so unfair!” Though that thought was immediately followed up with a massive sigh, as she leaned her head on her massive hands. “Or at least get one of those tames for me too. I am a