A kunai dagger whizzed overhead, imperceptibly trimming the hair betwixt Cobalt's horns like a scythe through grass. Had reflexive instincts been a split second slower, the deadly blade would have punctured her caput, rather than the wooden support beam a few meters ahead.
In one swift motion, the dragon stood and twirled about-face. Knocking over her chair; startling several patrons seated throughout the tavern. The calming piano music stopped. Waitrons created some distance between themselves

Anxious calm permeated the void. Standing before the dimensional bucket connecting the End of Time to the Day of Lavos, six heroes reflected on the difficult journey that had transpired following an accident that had hurled them through time. From rescuing of a kidnapped queen when the kingdom mistakenly thought her safe, to slaying a fiend lord in the name of righteous revenge, to inadvertently toppling a magical nation in order to thwart a maniacal queen's lust for eternal dominion. What start

Gorgeous ears twitched to the sounds of people rustling just outside, awakening Azalea with a groan. Sprawled supine on a lavish cushion, she stretched her legs and back with a second groan louder than the first. Then gracefully rolled onto her feet with a finesse belying her grogginess, yet befitting of her beauty. Letting her stretch out any lingering kinks in her muscles and joints, and giving her feathery wings and long tail the room to do the same.
Beckoned by telepathic powers, an assortm

A heartrending screech of rubber and metal permeated the mountain pass. The driver's blood icy as the blinding blizzard. She frantically spun the steering wheel as her car swerved out of control on the sleek road. Stricken intensely by a flash of regret, suddenly wishing that she had waited out the storm. But the cabin was cold and out of firewood. Sure, she could've bundled up in some quilts, but her fairly privileged upbringing convinced her that a quick drive into town for some wood wouldn't

“Greetings. Welcome to Soylent Dream.” The kindly Chikorita woman bowed graciously to her guests. A soft, cordial smile illuminated her face. Radiating, from disposition to clothing, a warm aura. Possessing a knack for kindness, it was no wonder that she was a tour guide. “My name is Hillary. I am glad to lead you on today's tour of our little slice of paradise pie.”
Coupled with friendly eyes, Hillary's angelic voice dissolved almost every ounce of nervousness that had

Basking underneath the cozy glow of a summer evening, Mallory tried to settle her nerves with a deep, calming breath. Was she feeling nervous? Excited? Clutching her phone, its flickering screen displaying the details of the meeting place before her, she wasn't sure which emotion was responsible for the tremors in her anxious heart. Yet the one thing she did know was that she wanted to be here. To be objectified like a worthless meat slut.
Most people considered equality to be a modern blessing

The crowd roared from behind bulletproof glass. Their cheers drowning out the spectacle's loud gulps that were sending the bout's loser to his tomb. Wagered money was already being exchanged, and a few fights over the match's outcome were being broken up by security. The underground fighting ring was in uproarious spirits.
Coming upon dinner's succulent hips, one last show of dominance deliberately slurped all over the prize's groin. Sending the audience into a frenzy so wild, their small numbe

Had Umbreon fathomed that his hero's journey could end with an unrelenting nightmare, never would he have accepted the aid of Celebi—one of Earth's Guardian Pokemon. He would've saved himself the pain and humiliation by remaining in that broiling oven. Compared to the curse of his stewing reality, being baked alive to be eaten by his captors would've been a blessing. For by evading the dinner table, he suffered not just defeat, but total domination.
Everything spiraled downhill when he ch