Jake nod his head and slid the device back into his pocket. His eyes turning back to the window, he peered through to the street, but Lily was already gone, no doubt feeling those first-date nerves. He hurriedly spun and walked over to the kitchen counter but did not go for the fridge nor for the cabinet containing any of his still-living meals. Instead, he wandered over to the make-shift winch system Lily used to carry food down from the countertop. The system was very simple: a single pulley p

She was doing nothing but sitting in her enclosure looking delicious: That was all she could do too. The only things she wore were a worried expression and her underwear and the sign below her read: “Freshly Caught” and beneath that was her price. Had there been anywhere to recede into, she would have done so as the predator approached.
He was very tall, relatively speaking, but Tara’s sense of perspective didn’t do her any favours. The tabletop her cage was sitting on on

No Second Date
With an air of tension, the orchestral piece grew to a tumultuous crescendo whose vibrations shook the cinema with their intensity. The final shot was that of the killer’s body lying limp in the rain. His mask was bloody and his body coated in dirt. In the background, his would-be victims were trudging their way through the mud, presumably to safety. Yet the camera lingered on the corpse. Then, it started to pan inwards. A series of dramatic beats added to the hopeful melody

It was fortunate that no fairies ever suffered acrophobia. Afterall, they were often flying at heights dozens of times their own. But what was there to fear if you could fly? Birds certainly weren’t scared of heights, why should she be? If she fell, she’d just flap her wings a few times and she would be fine.
These were Ellaine’s thoughts as she sat on the edge of the enormous desk. Her head tilted over, she saw her feet swaying to and fro and, far below, Devan’s own much

“Subject was observed sleeping on Tuesday the 3rd of March at 2:30pm. I introduced a sheep to incite a response but was unsuccessful. Sheep was removed.”
A quiet purr came from the overhead ventilation shaft. Inside the metal snake ran air so pure it could be sold as easily as bottled water. The sterile gas flowed into the chamber before the young woman, enveloping the great beast that official documentation insisted was not, in fact, a dragon. Jessica did not heed these formalities.

Claire was not made for this: Her mind was in turmoil, her mouth parted with incomprehension. She stared up, eyes locked with the creature as it slowly flicked its tongue out and lapped at the air. Its face was distorted by the glass walls which enclosed her such that its smile spread from the very edges of her vision. To Claire, it felt like a harrowing promise of events to come.
“So,” it began, tapping a massive claw against her jar. “I was told you’re a brash, fierce,