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“So... can I get you something to eat? I don't like to brag but I have an 'in' with the owner.”
Luke tucked his wallet back into his jean pocket with a smile. I don't think he had yet to pick up on the fact that 1) I didn't care, 2) I wanted to go home and 3) I was still planning on reporting him to the No Hate Alliance.
“Oh come on Maya,” Luke said again, leaving over the table for a moment. “I just told you some major news. Aren't you going to say anything?”
“I told you. We're not going to have some kumbaya moment just because we both come from cross-species families.” I shook my head. “I want to go home, Luke. I promised Ronan was going to meet me at the park and I didn't show up. He's going to wonder where I am.”
“I saw him.”
“As I was... escorting you from the park,” Luke went on. “I
Lions and Chimps and Bears... A Fox Serum Story by grapehyacinth
“Happy Birthday to you!” everyone cried, and a birthday cake was set down in front of eighteen-year-old Tonya Grant. She blew out the candles, the cake was taken away to be cut, and her mother placed a plain paper bag before her.
“There it is!” Tonya squeaked, opening up the bag and drawing out a glass vial.
“Happy Legal-to-use-Fox-Serum day!” smiled her father.
From behind the circle of teens, her friend Miriam yelled, “What kind of animal is it for, Tonya?” Miriam, with her auburn hair, was often mistaken as being Tonya's sister. Tonya and her mother Lisa had a very similar shade, albeit with greenish eyes instead of Miriam's hazel.
“Lion, I hope?” Tonya twisted the vial in her hands to see the sticker, which read “Lion Transformation Serum: caution, not for users under age eighteen”.
It was just what she wanted! She began to laugh, al
The Ultimate PotionBy grapehyacinth
(Animal/inanimate TFs, merging, melting, inflation, shrinking, and more)
When Magic Takes Over, Where Science and Magic Meet, and The Melting Point of No Return
gets her very own story....
Caroline was not too happy to hear that she was on her own this weekend. Spending time with her friends Lexi and Gena had become customary on their free weekends. They would get together specifically to use different transformation serums from the Potion Place, a small store that specialized in them. Now that Gena, a scientist, had gotten together with Mr. Wintergreen, the owner of the shop, they had been coming up with all kinds of extraordi
Deep PocketsDeep Pockets
“Hey, honey, look at these!”
Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.
“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”
Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.
“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”
The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.
“Everything alright, Mr. Walters?”
“Oh yeah... she's fine. Just fainted in the park.”
“Are you sure? She looks so pale...”
Chuckling rung over my head. “I'm afraid that's just her color.” Another laugh. “Don't worry, she'll come to soon.”
“And you said she fainted in the park?”
“Oh man... the poor thing. Is she not used to seeing giants?”
“She's more used to it than many.”
I blinked several times as the voices continued to talk over my head. I didn't recognize the one at all... but the other one... the male.
“I'll make a fresh batch of coffee for when she wakes up,” the female said again.
“That would be great, Viv. She's probably going to need it.”
The woman giggled. “You're such a gentleman, Mr. Walters.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?&
“Thanks for coming over, Marty. You’re a life-saver. As always.”
“No worries, Nancy. I’m always glad to help my prettiest neighbour.”
“Bah. Now that I’m thirty, I don’t get those looks any more.”
Marty shook his head, it was an old argument. He looked around Nancy’s bare apartment. “Where is everything?” Instead of the furniture that was usually in her living room, all he could see was a set of four silver poles arranged in a large square about where the couch used to be.
Nancy gestured toward a small pile of white cubes next to one of the poles. “There. I need your hand bringing more boxes over to the cargo converter. We’ll need to move it later to do the bed, but it’s fiddly to align just right.”
“Okay.” Marty looked into the kitchen, saw several boxes there, and brought one out.
Thursday night. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Ronan basically ignored me for the past few days – save for someone pulling the fire alarm, I wasn't able to get within ten giant sized feet of him. He would look at me – smile and be curt and polite... but that was it. I knew I had blown it. I guessed my dad was right. If crushes were easy, they would be called something else.
Isabelle frowned as we stood right in front of my house after another school day.
“I can't believe you're actually going to let that prick get away with it,” she grumbled. “Why don't you just tell your dad what happened? I bet he can get you out of Saturday detention.”
“I'm not tattling anymore,” I muttered. “It's not a big deal. It's five hours.”
“But that sub...” Isabelle said softly. “What he said... it wasn't right.”
“I didn't se
My father was on the phone when I got back to the house. I had taken the long way home, but I knew my dad was working early hours today so he would be waiting. He was frowning.
“Saturday detention?” he asked when he saw me walk through the door. His eyes widened as the person on the other side of the conversation continued to speak. “That doesn't sound like her at all. Are you sure?” He turned his back. “That really doesn't sound like Maya. I'll have a word with her. Yes... I understand that it's non-negotiable. She's not a troublemaker. I'm sure there's a good explanation for this.” He shifted his feet. “Yes... I know. I understand that. I'm sure it wasn't anything personal. I am her father after all.” He paused. “Hmm? Yes... that's true. I took custody after her mother passed. Human.”
Doll rebirthMy grandparents would often tell me when you get old, you start to count the days instead of the years. Being closer to death really changes your perception of time. I never imagined I'd experience that when I'm not even 20 yet, but ever since my diagnosis, that's been my entire life...
"Morning Yuka, did you sleep okay?" the nurse said as she brought my breakfast and checked up on my vitals. I only nodded weakly. Talking had gotten straining and I didn't feel like chatting anyway. I could glimpse her face looking sad at seeing me this way.
"Hey," she said putting a hand to my shoulder, "I know this isn't easy to deal with but we will do everything we can to make life comfortable for you. You only have to ask."
I didn't have anything to say. I was dying and she couldn't help that, nobody could.
"Oh yes, you have a visitor scheduled today," she said obviously to try and change the subject.
This got my attention as I turned back around. My