Lunch on a Lazy River“Guys?! Hello?! Where did you go?” Jamie waved his hand around wildly, a futile attempt to swat the mosquitoes and gnats away from his face on this hot summer day. When the slender mouse had been invited along a camping and canoe trip, he pictured it much different than his current situation. Jamie’s arms felt like rubber, having nearly exhausted himself in a desperate struggle to paddle as hard as he could to catch up with the group. A wave of relief washed over Jamie

One Battlesuit, One Warrior, Now and Forever Special Agent Autumn, an undercover agent working for the Papal Order of the World Mother’s, Keepers of Karamazov Intelligence Agency, swore quietly to himself as he made his way up to the front gate of Camp Pennington, this whole mission was FUBAR from the word go.Well, maybe ‘Beyond All Recognition’ was stretching it a little, but it was definitely Fucked Up.It shouldn’t have been a shitshow on paper, the Keeper Order had performed countless

Fontana rose out of her favorite pool to bask in the morning sunshine. She pushed her long white hair out of her face. Water droplets stuck to the exposed deep blue skin on the titanic naiad's face, arms, and top of her chest. She wore a waterfall dress draped over the rest of her body – it appeared like the white spray of a waterfall and seemed to be cascading down. Fontana reveled in this blissful time between the morning fog burning away and the blistering heat of the midday.
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You were walking home after a long day, tired and exhausted, when you decided to take a shortcut through an old, mostly abandoned block of warehouses that was now home only to rats, criminals, and the occasional rat-themed criminal. You started to regret taking this route when you were nearly knocked off your feet, the ground shaking as the sound of explosives fills your ears from somewhere nearby. Turning the corner, curious as to what was happening, you can only gawk at the sight before you as

THE DRAGON IN THE LAKE--------------------------------------------------------------------------A man watched the fire as it crackled and broke apart the pile of food. His eyes glued themselves to the skewered fish roasting within the flames. With his thick half-tanned rawhide armor and loose clothing, anyone might have mistaken him for an adventurer. The impression would have been reinforced by the fact his makeshift camp was on the shore of one of the largest lakes in the continent, which had

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Lights rolled by as Leo cruised down the empty road. It wasn't even midnight yet but the streets here were always clearer than up north.






Leo was just leaving his friend Brad's house after a night of gaming on the couch. Usually, some drinking and smoking would be involved but Leo had to