There was a city. It was like any other city, with it's customs and traditions. It's pride, and it's shame.


In this city was a street. Very few people lived on this street, and those that did wished daily to escape from the hell of living there.


Near the end of the street, next to the wall that made it into a dead end, was a small open-air coffee shop. Two men sat at this table, on opposite ends. The man with his back facing the street was accompanied by three bodyguards, the other

“Class.” The talking continued, utterly unaffected by Ms. Bates's warning.


“Class!” A few students stopped, only to commence when they realised the majority hadn't cared.


“Shut up!” The 24 year old cat-girl substitute screamed. “I will not take anymore of this shit! You behave, or else!”


Stunned silence reigned. In most of the room, at least. John Mein, third row, kept yammering on, totally oblivious. Ms. Bates yelled at him to st

Sarah padded silently down the hall. Her eyes were closed, and her gait unsteady. She stumbled her way to the refrigerator, opening it with a rattle. In her mind, she was dreaming of a great feast, with friends and family all around.


In reality, she grabbed a couple containers of cheese and a box of pepperoni. She slowly walked back to bed, still asleep.


She was halfway through the pepperoni when her boyfriend Jared woke up. He sighed, before nudging her awake.


“What? I w

Summer dropped silently into a crouch. She had heard something nearby, and in this neck of the woods, it was most likely dangerous.


Her feline tail twitched nervously as she considered her options. Before she made up her mind, a light-furred canine jumped down next to her. He was about at least a head shorter than her, it was hard to tell.


“Hi!” He practically shouted, wagging his tail. It thumped rhythmically against the ground. Summer raised her eyebrows. “We do

Gambling Problem.

By Dimensione510


Johnny clenched his fists nervously. Attractive women carried trays of drinks around to groups of people clustered around small tables. Johnny was never much for gambling, but he was desperate. He needed to make twenty thousand dollars in one day, and it was Columbus day, meaning the banks were closed.


He gritted his teeth. How did he always get himself into situations like this? He'd always been a fighter, a good one. In a drunken fist-fight a

The opening weekend was going very well for the water park. There was no competition in the area, not even a community pool. The place could charge virtually any price and still make a killing, it's not like people would go out and buy their own pools.


But the owner was a kind-hearted man, and kept the entry prices very reasonable. He prided himself on that. His reasonableness. Always willing to listen, he was. He eyed the park, smiling. He had accomplished something, unlike his lazy,

On a Boat

by Dimensione510



It's weird. I trained almost my whole career for it. It's pretty rare where we operate, but enough of a concern to hire a full-time, highly paid specialist. Me, in other words.


We saw the other ship as a tiny dot on the horizon. Nothing to worry about, it'd be weird to see no ships in this part of the ocean. Over the next few hours, it came closer and closer. A little odd, but given the size of the thing it's possible the captain was new. They don'