Fair warning. This deals with depression and loneliness. You might not get off to it as easily as other stuff.
Protection
Of the many T-Dolls in the base, several were not used. There were hundreds of them, and it was unlikely that most dolls would see combat, let alone get deployed. Most were lucky if they got to run supply missions, base security, adjutant positions or other menial tasks the Fairies could not complete.
Uzi knew she was one of those unfortunates. She wasn’t strong enough;

“Alright girls, listen up!”
Albacore crouched tall in front of the bushes surrounding their target. With hands on her hips, she smiled down at her elite underlings. This was a tough mission, only the best of the best could be picked. She had slim pickings to be sure, but they were good slim pickings. Probably. Three surprised faces looked back up at her, the pinnacle of special forces.
“Huh?” Cavalla said.
“Quiet! I’m talking! And keep it down, Cavalla, we&rsq

Birds Eat Fish, Right?
“And one to you, and one to you, and one to yo-hey! No stealing!”
The blonde girl bounced in place, frowning at the large, orange beaked bird that stole from another. She tossed another fish from her bucket out towards the bird, and it snatched it up mid-air. She watched happily as it swallowed the fish whole.
It was early in the morning, hours before any guest would arrive. Wendy enjoyed feeding the birds in the morning, and she made great money. Standing on t

Three Minute Meal
My car lurched to a stop, old brakes squealing as I pulled to a red light.
I was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, America. Sitting in my old Toyota, trying to go somewhere I wasn’t even sure of. I was in one of the flyover states, nothing but desert and a few mildly interesting dead trees and rust brown bushes to my left and right. I was stuck at one of the annoying three-minute red lights; I know, I counted the last four. I flipped down the foldable mirror, one hinge lo

"I'm home."
Shutting the door behind me, I breathed in the smell of a freshly cleaned house. I placed my work items aside and threw off my shoes. The pitter-patter of watery feet alerted me to my wife, followed by a cute, bubbly hello. Looking up the small set of stairs to the main floor from the entryway, my wife rounded the corner from the kitchen. I smiled at her, raising an eyebrow to her curious choice of... well, attire would be wrong. Her body is an opaque, watery orange-peach colour, hai