The theatre runner looked over his desk at the trio applying to do an act in his variety show. (Some might assume that these had fallen out of fashion with the spread of other forms of entertainment, but he felt this was the time to bring them back. The mass media had taken some serious hits recently because of infrastructure failures.) They were a striking bunch: some sort of wolf-woman, foxgirl, and bird girl. “So, what’s your act supposed to be?” He thought he knew the wolf from s

Samantha’s lightly furred belly grumbled as she leaned back on the park bench. It’d been days since she had a proper meal, one that ran, fought back, squirmed on the way down. Live prey. She’d been subsisting on ‘normal’ food, salads, pizzas, burgers, anything she could get her paws on. “Sammy, you’re wasting away…” she groaned to herself as she grabbed her love handle and jostled it, her whole body jiggling slightly. She was far from skinny

You were in an insanely lucky situation. A decent amount of you got to get VIP backstage passes to the most recent Flipside show. The way the tickets always worked was first they'd randomly decide who's getting to see and hang out with Valk, and who gets to hang out with Dom. And then, towards the end, they would do a drawing to decide who gets one on one time with the pop star you got to get the regular treatment with. And, with the stories you've heard, sometimes the alone time with the specia

It was one of those days that left her joints with an intense ache, and her brain a complete fog. Nimue Weasley sucked in a deep breath as she made her way back to the Burrow after she’d spent six months in Germany as part of the last year of her potions mastery courses. The muck that she’d had to sludge that she’d scraped off the bottom of her cauldron before she could safely travel by portkey travel had been some of the most vile stenches that she’d ever had to endure;