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.

Perfectby SarusTom reached the doorbell and rang, not even tiptoeing.At 2 and a half feet, he was freakishly tall for a guy."Coming!" a feminine voice answered from inside the house.The red door opened, revealing the towering and pleasantly plump figure of Mrs. Jenkins."Hi, Mrs. Jenkins!" Tom said cheerfully."My, hello Tom! What a pleasant surprise, I didn't know you were coming over!", she greeted him warmly.The middle-aged woman crouched down to kiss him on both cheeks, her auburn hair ticklin

I wrote the first chapters as part of the original `Catering to Hungry Girls' interactive story (used to be on www.writing.com, but has now disappeared).
All credits go to Revan for the opening chapter, I hope he won't mind me including it here.
Sarus
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Schools ended and summer has started up. You finally have a chance to kick back and relax. Time to spend your days watching movies, chilling at the pool, heading to the

The Boobfish
by Sarus
        
Today was the great day for Tom. He had prepared everything: he studied the currents, traded stories with fishermen, brought his most trusted pair of swim fins, and even bought a (grossly overpriced) breathleaf. Today he would catch the biggest boobfish - ever.
        
But what is a boobfish, one might ask? Well it probably has an official, boring and presumably Latin name but the loca

The Fall
By Sarus
        
It all started in the early years of the 21st century, with the announcement of a revolutionary gene therapy. The man behind the research, Dr Dowell, claimed his treatment made the recipient immune to most known diseases, along with an increased life expectancy of about 50 years.
        
Of course, the scientific community along with the medias welcomed the publication with a healthy dose

Elves Aren't Green!
By Sarus
Kélian finally managed to shake off his father's guards, there was no way he could enjoy hunting with a group of heavy swordsmen following him around. His father, the Duke of Guer, had much to learn when it came to hunting; those awkward guards would only scare the preys away, and mix up the tracks.
"This forest is dangerous", the old man said "I won't let you go in this cursed place unattended".
"The duke is growing senile", Kélian though, "it's a k