THE VORE CLAN...PART FIVEIt was a dark and stormy night....except that the sun was in the middle of the sky. And there were birds chirping as it beamed it's warm rays down. AND there were no clouds. So it wasn't really at all related to anything dark and stormy, unless you count OPPOSITES as being related.Oh wait, there was ONE thing dark and stormy on that middle of the day...a person was having some VERY nasty thoughts about Justice Staccato, a potted plant, his non-existent-because-he-was-a-r

THE VORE CLAN...PART FOUR�"Hey, quick question...why are we doing this thing again?"A green, strangely insectoid-like alien with green skin made of tiny little reptilian scales was sitting near the top of a library, resting her head on her gloved hand as she blinked her beautiful, sparkly eyes, her "PAK" resting on her back. Her partner was sitting next to her, and they were taking the "north" and "east" side of the library while their OTHER partners took

(Also not quite as humorous as the first chapter, though I'll try.)

THE VORE CLAN...PART THREE�"Why ME?! Why did this have to happen to me...""Capitalist negligence?""Shut up!"Bebe was being forcibly tugged along by a wise-cracking Djinn, a being of fire and wind. The hallway was large and echoey thanks to it's metallic walls and the long string of lights above her head...the corridor would lead to her judging, and she knew the end result.Being led through a set o

(This chapter's a bit more dramatic and less humorous than the first chapter. You've been warned!)THE VORE CLAN...PART TWOSandra brushed her long blond hair back as she nervously made her way back home from "Newton High School". She bit her lip as she looked around, frightened somewhat at how...DARK...it had gotten in the past few hours. She'd stayed late, spending time with her friends to work on ab crunches in the gym at school. Fitness was becoming an important part of the people of

THE VORE CLAN...PART ONE"This won't take TOO long, will it?" Mr. Jones wondered, his red/brown hair slightly messed up from a bad attempt at combing. "Honey, quiet, usually we only go to church once a year, and this is SERIOUS. A little time listening to Father Michael won't kill you!" Mrs. Jones said giving him a "I can't BELIEVE you" look. "My BUTT itches!" Their daughter Jessie complained, scratching the bottom of her yellow dress. "Why do I hafta