Classes had just ended for the day at Hexside and Amity was currently pacing frantically in a dark corner of the school halls. Clearly nervous she was going over something in her head several times. The girl was clutching a book to her chest with the Blight family symbol engraved on the front cover. The purple haired witch had stolen the tome from her family’s archive, with her sibling’s assistance, surprisingly. She was planning to show her g

Dull halogen lamps illuminate a suffocating concrete room: one side marked by a sturdy-looking metal door, and the other, a large pane of black glass. In the center of the room is a comparatively innocent folding table, flanked either side by metal folding-chairs. In one chair, on the side facing the door-way, sits a rather fidgety mouse-morph, barely able to see over the table given her 4-foot-4-inches height. Her chocolate-colored fur blends in with the rest of the dark room, though contrasted

    

Trixaten yawns as she stands up from her desk and stretches, finally free from the boring confines of

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. The lizard-morph bends down to collect her bag, letting her cream-colored tail stretch out as well while she gingerly collects the backpack with black-clawed hands. She had gotten used to her unique physiology long ago, no thanks to the judgementa

Number Not FoundPart 2 Arcade awoke to something firm being pushed against his face, no, it wasn’t that the firm thing was being pushed against him, HE was being pushed against IT, he tried to open his eyes to see what it was, but that changed nothing, everything was still black, and wet, there was also a groaning sound coming from, well, all around him actually, where was he?Tentatively, he prodded the tough obstruction he was being forced against, it seemed to be fleshy, which worried him so

 Lauren’s stomach was empty. It would not remain so for long. Valentina slid into the digestive organ, literally steaming with frustration. “Cheating pendeja,” Valentina cursed. A heated yet casual competition had taken place between thirteen friends, and the consequences of losing involved the shrinking of one’s person. One after the other, eleven had been defeated, shrunken, and tossed into a bowl for victorious consumption. It had come down to Valentina and La

The Backdoor PatientSusan Gillian was a doctor. As a doctor, that meant she was one of the first to see Awakenings sprout asides from those who Awoke themselves. It also meant that if she wanted to stay at the top of her game, she needed to watch and read any article that popped up about them. Something most others at her regional hospital were not so keen on doing. After all, if she was doing all the studying, that meant they could just leave her to take care of any Awoken that showed up. They

One Small ProblemNancy sat in her room on her bed, hand propping up her chin. Blowing a heavy sigh through her nose, she stared blankly into Selina’s dollhouse. Ever since the pipsqueak shrank down, she’d been left in her care. Which was normally a great source of joy for her. Not Selina of course, but it hardly mattered what that bug thought. Kicking her bare feet against the side of her bed, she couldn’t help but let her mind stray.One a normal night, especially before Homecoming, Nancy

Molly
By Sarus
 
 
Your name is Timothy, a high school senior.
You're short and skinny, with chestnut curly hair.
 
 
You've hidden yourself in the school’s library, hoping to finish your homework.
Your table is concealed behind shelves at the far end of the philosophy area, where students rarely venture.
 
 
You nearly jump out of my skin when a girl whispers in his ear:
“Found ya, Tiny T!”
 
 
The voice belongs to your classmate Camilla.