“So, do you always go at night?” The cold autumn breeze carried with it the sound of two sets of shoes crunching along the orange and brown leaf coated sidewalk. The brick buildings lining the empty lamp lit street made the echoing sounds more prominent.
“Oh, Usually!” The two people's voices were the only thing to break the silence otherwise, “It's le
Skylar Hits The Gym
By: VornyIka
Favorited: 6 months ago
Evenings were always quite slow in the game store. Most d&d groups by that point had departed for the rest of their days While others were just finishing wrapping up their matches of Warhammer or Legion. It always got quiet as the skies changed from that vibrant blue to a deep orange. The day for many had finally come to an end. Many except those poor souls stuck on Night Shift. The caffeine pumped workers who are forced to stay in an empty and dark p
A Totally Normal Shift
By: VornyIka
Favorited: 9 months ago
I clasped my hands together, rubbing them in an attempt to restore my dexterity. It was a chilly winter night, and Christmas was just a month away. I had decided earlier that night that I was to do some shopping for my family, but I’m usually quite cheap. I’ve practically never bought anything at full price-- clothes, appliances, not even groceries. My family doesn’t know this, of course, and would probably be very disappointed opening up clearance items on Christmas Eve, so I’ve m
Compulsive Swallower
By: gachabork
Favorited: 4 years ago
Tyzias turned her legislaceration record to its next page, searching for more slight loopholes. To her incredibly mild surprise that her face entirely concealed, there was a handwritten note between the pages.
It read:
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tyzias entykk, i need to speak with you. meet me behind the library. you’ll know me when you see me.
An Investigation Turned Great Ingestion
By: MisirterE
Favorited: 4 years ago
Ms. McMillan strutted through the halls of her high school, enjoying the peaceful tranquility of a quiet hallway. When you have a class as rowdy as McMillan's, you tend to jump at the chance to hear nothing but the echoes of your own stilettos against the hardwood floor. With ample assets and long, black hair trailing behind her, she wasn't quite past her prime just yet.
With a deep breath and her things in hand, she relucta
Confiscated Into Her
By: gachabork
Favorited: 5 years ago