Sighing, Nick was walking down the street, heading to his house. He didn�t really know what to do�
 
He was coming back from the vet, and kept staring at the vial he had just bought� Cats and dog owners surely had an easier life than his, but he had no right to complain about it since he had chosen it. Indeed, when people usually chose regular pets, he had preferred something more�exotic� Because of the reasonable size of his house, he had decided that he could afford a bigger companion. H

THE PROCESS

by

Gerald Hashburn


The process was mindblowing. As far as Rick Dooley could tell, the transformation was instantaneous, like a shotgun blast of his entire body. His head grew light, his heartbeat convulsed, and the apartment living room he had previously occupied became a canyon. Clung to the tendons of the shag carpet, beige fuzzy grass that reached up to his naked hips, Rick Dooley fought the eerie rushing feeling that attacked his consciousness. Large whapping like giant

The
sun was high on its arc, slowly dipping towards the edge of the world
as its last rays danced across a small café in the unknown town of
the Drachenpass. The building, like all construction in the town was
built for limited dragon access. Of course, dragons were limited in
the town area anyway, in fact only one dragon visited the café with
a degree of regularity. Yet somehow few people remembered his
presence, he had a way of just blending in. His body was a rich
earthy brown, the folds of

A cold wind gripped the quiet
mountainside, the only slight sounds on the grassy outcrop was the
shifting of the anxious villagers, and the creaking of thick rope on
wood. A lone wooden pole stuck up from the tough ground, the ropes
bound around the top, leading down to attach to the wrists of the
sacrifice. The young girl trembled lightly, her flesh largely
exposed, only the basics of covering, to preserve her some last
modesty before the end. The village had recently had a dragon move
in… re

A soft wind blew through the thick
forest, along the path that led towards the small, secluded little
village hidden away from most of the world. The regular calls of the
birds were silent however; the locals knew what that meant. It was no
dark omen though, but a message of visitors to come, the birds had
uncanny knowledge, they recognised locals over newcomers. So, instead
of the gentle bird chirps, the morning hunters glanced to the road as
the soft, uneasy clinking of armour moved towards th

The almost sickly sweet scents of
pine wafted gently over a secluded little clearing. Tender chirpings
of courting birds as several spun in the skies, chasing. On the rocky
outcropping responsible for the break in the trees, resting against
the luxuriously heated stone, was the local lord of the woodland. The
ebony tinted dragon purred gently, sprawled on a sated belly, with
stones roasted to perfection by the midday sun. The dark scaled
dragon’s deep black scales absorbed the lowering sun, wi

One
thing about being as small as me is that you have that constant fear
everyday of being either being flatten like a pancake, and being
eaten like a pancake. For me, being eaten alive was somewhat of a joy
to me. I don’t know what it was, but ever since I was a little kid,
I fantasized about being eaten.
It
all started when I was an about 8 years old. I don’t know what it
was, but my mom had one of her friends over and she was eating
something. The way that her friend was eating it and sw

One
of the problems of being home schooled and small is that you don’t
really know anybody. Sure I have friends on Facebook, Skype, and
Twitter, but I haven’t met them in face to face, or body to face.
It just sometimes get lonely, but that’s nor the premise of the
story. A
problem with being a teenager is that you get these “urges” and
you want to let them out. There is always this thing about getting a
woman, or man, and do the “Ba-chi-ca-wow-wow” with them,
especially men (

I
woke up this morning feeling today was going to be a ordinary day
with my studies and sitting around watching family guy all day. I
rose up from my bed feeling morning hitting all over my body after an
hot night (For some people that are wondering, I never like sleeping
in clothes because my doll house can get very stuffing at night
especially during the summer and my clothes always get itching at
night). I put on a pair of shorts aand waited outside my house for
someone to pick me up. After a