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Marlboro MeteorologyI can always predict the weather given how my morning cigarette goes. If it tastes like cardboard or an old apple, it will rain hard in the late afternoon. If burns the back of my nose, it will be cloudy all day. If I get a toothache it means hail and anything blowing up into my eyes means hot, humid, and sunny. My great grandmother had the same talent. If her back itched it meant snow, if her neck hurt it meant midnight rains had come and gone. Some things must jump generations.
Looking at our flowerbed, you'd think it was snowing in July. The kid above me would chain smoke and scream language learning dialogues at his computer, tossing ashes out the window in a steady, Vesuvian stream. The land lady would always leave a filter or two as her treat when she'd leave notices for the rent crammed into door frames and mailboxes. And of course I carried my own weight, poisoni
YOU'RE A SQUID NOW. [Inkling TG/TF]
“Crap! My soaker is jammed!” Tim Cameron lamented as he tried to clear an oatmeal jam in an old Super Soaker CPS 2500 that he had since childhood. “I told you that using the Nickelodeon slime recipe was a bad idea, Scott.” A quick look inside of the loading tank confirmed the worst fear: the oatmeal component of the orange ‘slime’ had settled in. “If we start now, then we MIGHT be able to have these tanks cleared before the actual game comes out.”
Scott Cousteau, no relations to the French oceanographer, shook his CPS Splashzooka in similar frustration. “The chemistry for this mixture is completely sound.” Scott, a major in chemistry, didn’t want to admit that a small miscalculation on his part took an already absurd plan and made it even worse. “Give me a few minutes to fiddle with the dilution of the ink.” Tim tossed over his super soaker quite aggressively. “Look, I know that we’re already runn
The Raven PrinceYugi limped home from school late one afternoon. Ushio and his goons had ganged up on him again
Yugi winced as his leg complained underneath him, he didn't understand why they hated him so much. He hadn't done anything to them Yugi sniffed as he turned into the park, not wanting to go home to the empty house, Grandpa had passed away a few months ago, Yugi was being watched over by a guardian who would check in on him every other month. But that guardian was the Father of the bullies. Yugi was so lonely.
The woods were always calming for Yugi, especially now, even though he was in the middle of a large city the woods drowned out any sound and let Yugi be wherever he imagined to be.
Yugi hissed as he sat on a tree stump by a small pond, the pond had a mossed over statue of a frog sitting on a toadstool. It used to spray water from its grey mouth but no more, the pond often dried up in summer droughts, so there wasn't much life living in the waters.
Yugi looked into the water
AppointmentsI'm a little early for the appointment. I'm supposed to meet someone after they finish with their engagement. The problem with arriving early is that some people don't take it well; and I don't like being hasty. Sometimes, I'd rather not have the meeting.
While I wait, the city moves around me. People pass me as they briskly walk to their destinations. They hardly pay any mind to their path; instead they are mesmerized by the cell phones and devices they carry. Some don't even notice when they nearly graze me. Anything could happen, and everyone is so hyper-focused on their own self, that they wouldn't notice.
Traffic clogs the streets in somewhat organized lines. Vehicles crawl, protesting with horns and shouting. Everyone is in their own world, even in the cars. A distant siren occasionally adds to the cacophony.
If I listen carefully, I can hear some noise at the end of the alley. They're a bit indistinct. I sigh as I realize I was much earlier than what I liked. The sounds stop sho
The Girl in Ikebukuro Chapter 4
"Shizuo?" The blond man snapped out of his daze "Huh?" Tom sighed, "You've been in a daze all day. Why don't you go home and rest?" Shoving his hands in his pockets, Shizuo waved goodbye and started the trip to his apartment. He had been thinking about the mysterious girl who was unconscious in his apartment. He wondered when she would wake up, and how she would react to him. Shizuo didn't hang around people much so it would be awkward, but maybe this girl would befriend him. He always wanted some kind of friendship, even if it was a shallow one. The former bartender was already on his home street when he saw somebody sliding down a rope of some sort. As he got closer he realized it was the girl who was supposed to be unconscious. She had all of her stuff with her. Shizuo was about to call out to her, when the rope started to come undone. The stupid girl didn't even scream as she started to fall. Shizuo raced towards the girl, his arms ready to catch her. As the girl fell into his arms
Elliot, George, Leo and Alexander were starting a seance. They were huge paranormal buffs and loved learning everything about the supernatural so they arranged a sleepover at Elliot's house and started a seance.
Elliot leaned forward hastily.
"Listen guys if we mess this up, spirit's won't come ok?"
The rest of the group nod and the hold hands and chant and with that a bolt of light comes crashing onto the floor, the first spirit was summoned. The wait in silence for the spirit but then something much more strange happens to Elliot, his hair starts growing.
"Uhmm Elliot?" Alex said
Elliot touched his head and felt his hair growing abnormally fast.
"Guys whats going on!?"
Then he notices to big bulges growing on his chest suddenly two large breasts burst out his his pajama shirt.
The others back away slowly as Elliot's hips and thighs start to tear through his clothes as they widen. As Elliot screams the others notice that his screams get more and more high pitch
Explanation of FaithLet me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'
He considers for a moment, 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues.
'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm?
Takeo's PajamasTakeo's Pajamas-TG/AR/TF story
Contains: Age regression, Gender-change, Mental rewrite
The streetlight turned red and the arrow signal appeared, signaling the time for safe crossing. Tanya Richmond brushed a lock of long hair from her face as she removed the ear buds from her small ears and pocketed her portable player into the book bag that hung at her side, hefting her book bag and crossing to the other side. The tall limber girl crossed with long strides, a sway in her hips as she walked calmly to the other side of the street and reached for her ear buds yet again and resumed the song she paused before she crossed. She sighed contentedly as the music lifted her mind away from the stress factory that was known as High School. The book bag filled with textbooks thicker than her wiry but firm arm grounded her to reality and faintly reminded her of the studying she is to do this weekend in order to prepare for her final exams, but for now