Prodigal Son

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By M. Pennanti



Mason Crawford was a failure, but life had always gone easy on him. He was smart, but not quite enough to earn any scholarships. He was attractive, but not quite enough to be a model. He was athletic, but not quite enough to go professional. His entire existence had been one step shy of standing out. Mostly, he had never really bothered to try. So it was har

    
The diminutive, friendly gnome named Chromie groaned once again and wondered how, with all her immense time-based magic, she had managed to not see this coming. She had the power to walk along the timeways, and indeed it was her duty to patrol them and keep out interlopers bent on changing the past. She had peered into the futures and pasts of countless alternate timelines, but she had completely forgotten to actually pay attention to her own timeline! No

Travis couldn’t
wait to get to his girlfriend Clara’s Halloween party. He had been
waiting for weeks to see her squeeze into the sexy princess costume
she had bought. They had planned on matching costumes so he went as a
knight. Even while driving, the only thing he could think about was
her ass. The thought was so distracting he almost hit a tree on his
way there.
When he arrived
the party was already well under way. There was booze, scary noises,
and the living room was packed. Already ex

“How had something as simple
as using the elevator become such an ordeal”?
Aden sighed to
himself as he watched the doors open, knowing she would be there. She
was always there. Even when he just went out for groceries she was
there. Their schedules must have matched perfectly. That or she was
magic or something. Lo and behold though, the second the doors opened
she was there, smiling.
Neck length soft
crimson hair and glasses gave her a gentle appearance. Her lipstick
was pink and barely

"Please help me, dear God please help me," Anna mumbled desperately into the yellow sludge around her. Struggling only pulled her further into the mess like quicksand. As she sunk deeper she came closer to the intense heat of the hot dog beneath her, searing her back and only causing further distress. Above her was the nonchalant chitter-chatter of Anna's best friend and soon-to-be murderess, Thalia, and the rest of her relatively uninteresting and ultimately unimportant friends.
&nbs

Babysitter's
Binge
Patricia
took a swig of beer and drummed her fingers on her gut impatiently.
She was hungry, and, disappointingly, the apartment she was
babysitting at had almost nothing to eat. Free food was the best part
of the gig, after all. Her flabby orb of a belly groaned again,
sending a pang of hunger up into Patricia's chest. She decided enough
was enough and heaved herself off the couch. As she rose, the young,
thumb-sized boy sitting on the coffee table gave her a nervous glance