He waits in the middle of the night. Eyes wide open, still in his royal outfit, every candle in his room lit to make it as bright as possible. Tonight, clouds cover the moonlight, but still, he waits.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at his door. He rushes over, viewing through the peephole, and seeing a man wearing a bunch of concealing clothing. A cloak over his head, long sleeves over his arms, gloves for his hands, a mask over his face, and layers of shirts, so in case the fir

Tonight, I fly alone. It’s a little test of mine. Zebbosai and Hitha rest at home, so I can simply sense their energy to find my way back home, but I’m hoping to not have to resort to that. Tonight, I’m going on a small, self vacation. I’m going to fly around, and hopefully find something interesting. Right now, I’m away from the city, simply flying over a road that’s cutting through a forest.

There are animals scuttering along

I received it a few weeks ago. A little letter in the mail amongst all the pointless junk and fliers, detailing a local charity event involving the sale of some antique items. Half of every dollar spent on these items, would go straight to hospitals. After telling Zebbosai and Hitha about it, myself and hitha are at the place. Zebbosai would be here, but he’s somewhat ill, and doesn’t wish to risk others.

There’s all sorts of neat things. Painti

Atop the crest of Mt Olympus, She sits. The rising suns rays shining up against her backside as she slowly combs through her blonde hair, each strand painlessly and smoothly going into position. She manifests dozens of mirrors, to further inspect her body. She snaps her fingers, a closet of varying outfits appears.


“What shall I do today?” she ponders, looking out to what she can see of the land beneath her, seeing the hundreds of thousands o

“Thank you, Veronica-chan!” He says while I shake his hand with my gloved one. Behind him, there’s more men. Some have bodypillows of my character, others have smaller pieces of art they want me to sign. Further back in the line, it looks like-
“Hello Commander Veronica!” another man steps up in line, holding his phone in his right hand.
“S-Salutations, soldier.” I say, doing my best to get into character as quickly as pos

I’m tied up, in a chair, with sergio staring down at me. The briefcase I used, is sitting on the table, locked shut. He looks angry. I don’t know why though…
“You think you can just
waltz
on in here, and take our money?”
‘Is that one of those rhetorical questions? Cause I’m still in the casino, right?’
“Shut it!” he slams his fist on the table, the force

I swallow again, it’s head, shoulders, and arms being outside of my mouth. As I do, storms of all kind rage ontop of me. Tornadoes get nearer and nearer, whilst massive clumps of hail and rail traveling fast enough to cut normal people, hit me. This vile god controlled the weather, deliberately leaving parts of the worlds he ruled over barren, dry, and incredibly hot because they wouldn’t worship him. Today though, that ends.
“Curse you vile Demon!” It yel

Slowly, I gather my fishing gear. I have enough for the next few days, but I don’t know how long this weather is going to last, and I want to get as much out of it as I can. The winters here are always awful. I head to the front door, car keys in my pocket, and fishing gear in my hands.
“Mikhael! Where are you going? Did you check the mail yet?” My mother yells out, her tired, scratched voice reaching into the woods.
“I’m going fishin

It all started with that article in the newspaper. It, along with the rest of that newspaper, are framed and hung in my office. It was on the frontpage, as, undoubtedly, there was nothing bigger to report on for that day. An ice-cream chain, one that had started in my little town, from nothing more than the dreams and hopes of a family with just enough money to open up one summer-time shop, had blossomed into a chain of ice-cream parlor’s spanning several states, and raking in millions.

Zebbosai looks through the mail, tossing about half a dozen letters into our firepit. He places 3 on the living room table, and then starts to look through today’s paper. A look of curiousity pops up on his face.
“Hey, Hitha, Viv. you two ever been on a boat?”

‘Are yachts boats? Cause if so yea.’
“Personally, I’ve voyaged upon a few ships back when I lived in helosia, and we’d conquered lands

I walk along the wide sidewalks of our great city, the rising sun shining behind me as hundreds of other people begin their morning commutes. I head into a cafe, the small bell on the door ringing as I enter. There are a few people sitting inside, some upfront along the counter, sipping from a coffee, and others at a booth, having a full-on breakfast.

“Welcome, you want a seat at the counter, or a booth?”
“A booth seat please.&

I look through today’s mail, it’s truly an achievement how much of this is just… pointless. Advertising cards I’ll never need, or telling me to buy whatever ‘life insurance’ entails. The only thing I see worth keeping are some flyers for the grocery stores, as Zebbosai always tends to find a nice deal or two within them.

There’s one final letter, however, that looks interesting. It’s not from some agency or organiz

These woods are mostly empty and untouched by most humans. There are no trails out here for me to follow, with all sorts of animals skittering away as my slow, gentle steps break dozens of twigs and bits of bushes. There is a method to my walk, however, as, through all these trees and bushes, rests an old, old home. To most, it’d look uninhabited. The roof has dozens of holes and the walls are one good storm away from being torn apart. Either from the winds blowing the walls apart, or the

The doors swing open, with a woman frantically running in. her clothes are torn, body having a few cuts and scratches upon it. She heads towards the center of the cathedral, eyes locked onto a specific altar. All around her, are rows of empty chairs, and stain glass paintings that depict several of this Gods efforts. She touches the bottom of the altar, gets down on her knees, and yells out
“Hear me! God of Comfort, Beld! I need your assistance!” From the ceiling of t

“So… what happened hitha?” Zebbosai says, staring inquisitively, leaning on a shovel that’s planted into the ground.
‘I was walkin to go fill one of our bird feeders. Had a big bucket full of bird seed to fill the thing. Then I tripped over a rock, and when I did… that opened up.’ hitha points forward, directly at a large, dark, deep hole in the ground.. ‘I managed to avoid falling in, but now it’s just… here.’

My stomach’s constant gurgles fill my room, my body lounges upon every inch of my bed. I find myself inching closer to the point where I’m going to have to lay sideways, so all of me still rests upon my bed.
“How do you sleep through that noise?” Eugene lambasts.
“There’s no way to describe the fullness within me that you’d understand. My stomach’s rumbles are just another layer of the bliss I feel.”

The church bells ring through the air, echoing across the skyline. Those not already inside it, are rushing towards it’s gates. There’s so many of them. Families of all sizes, running through the church doors in hopes that God's hands will reach down and lift them from their downtrodden existence.

The winter months here were always miserable, but in the years since I’ve acquired this power, it’s only been amplified so. For now, I simply w

She sits in the courtroom, hunched forward in her chair as the judge makes his way to his seat. Beside her, her father. An aged man wearing an exquisite outfit, his neatly trimmed, thick black, beard and sideburns do little to hide his constant scowl. Along with, her father, her mother sits, her casual outfit contrasting with his layered shirts and coats. The Judge goes up through the witness stand, and onto his podium. He grabs his gavel, and gingerly taps it against the table.

Baiken walks through a trail in the forest, the air filled with the sound with leaves swishing around, falling off of branches, and landing to the ground. Her sword is holstered, but her hand gingerly rests atop its sheath, ready and waiting for anything, despite her confident looking walk.

Every step she takes through the beaten trail is done so with complete confidence, purposefully showing off her large breasts to… absolutely nobody. It’s a habit

Slowly, she slithers around in her office. Atop her head, a crown adorned with feathers of all colors, with a deep purple, floating gem at it’s center. She holds in her left hand a drink, taking small, tepid sips from it every few seconds. She has a tuxedo on, with dozens upon dozens of buttons on the shirt. Atop the shirt’s chest-pocket, is a pinned venus flytrap.

She looks at her clock, it’s nearing 2 in the afternoon. Right when her meeting i

I had it all. I worked, day in, and day out, from the moment I could. My parents were proud of me. I never had to go to the mines, like rodney or jeremy did. I never acted out. My life is a privilege from golusha, and he can revoke that privlege at any moment. I was set for the future. I was set to become an officer, which would lead me to being a reviewer, which would set me on the path of enlightenment.

I still remember hearing my first sermon about enlightenme

She has been so methodical with it. I guess this is what she meant by saying ‘she’d put 100% of her effort into dealing with golusha and his cronies.’ She hasn’t made even
one
teasy remark, glare, or smirk at me in what feels like forever! Eating buildings piece after piece, her stomach expands to a massive size, then rapidly digests the chunks of building, and she lets out another massive belch whilst growing. Thanks to her constant grow

A brilliant, blinding light shines, an accompanying warmth traveling with it. I feel her magic enter this earth. Such an overwhelming magic that I can’t even begin to find an ending point to.
The light fades, and I finally get to see her in the physical realm.
Even though she’s hunched over due to being way too tall and wide for the room she’s in, she looks just as beautiful as she did when she resided in my soul. Seeing her deep blue skin in per

My heart races with every step.
“Get back here!” One yells, his words followed by a few sharp coughs. “Amanda! If you do this, you’ll be pissing your family off, and, more importantly, you’ll be angering Golusha!” A sharp pain travels through my mind. I look back to my truant officer, the angered look in his eyes making me remember why I ran. A bell chimes throughout our town, causing the many doors on all the buildings around me to swing open.

It’s hot. No, it’s beyond hot. “Hot” is when you have to switch from wearing pants to shorts, otherwise you’d be sweating like crazy. If it were just that, you’d be fine. What you are dealing with however, is far worse than just “Hot.” Sweat drips down your face, your armpits, and just about everywhere else, and is in the process of heavily staining your grey shirt. The only solace in this heat is that you aren’t walking. Yes, the sun is beam

The light drops of rain land against my cloak, the distant rumbles of thunder echo through our valley. I look at my pocket, the few bits of gold that I have bounced around inside it. I take a right turn, my feet slightly feeling the rocky ground beneath me through the holes in my shoes. I arrive at the local tavern, the interior sounding oddly calm and quiet. I open the door, only a few people are inside. One, an elvish man, drunkenly rests on the front table, a small collection of shot glass

Slowly, we fly through the sky. The sounds and lights of the city continue to fade away. The sun is just starting to set, the blues of the sky are ever so slightly changing. Heat still flows through the air, even at this height, and we’re still heading towards the beach. I saw it advertised in the local paper, a little concert, complete with whatever ‘fireworks’ are, to celebrate the start of Summer. I asked Zebbosai if there was any sort of religious ties to it, since I’ve seen more

It’s been a few days since my stomach has finally finished that beach-side binge of mine. Granted, I could have digested them all away sooner, but I desired to savor them, and of the many that I ate, the few that actually had important places to be, I let out a while ago. What rests now, has afflicted my body most positively. My already large body has grown immensely, to the point that Zebbosai and Hitha can’t even reach my knees. My stomach, even in it’s empty state, could probably smo