I wake up, my head resting against something really damn soft. I look up, seeing hitha’s face staring down at me. She quickly looks away, as gasp slightly

‘Sorry for creeping ya zebbosai, I’ve been stuck thinking about eating you during your sleep or later and it’s been one tough debate.’
“Well I’m glad ya waited, woulda sucked to wake up to be fat on your butt without getting to feel the inside of your stomach.&r

Zebbosai jumps out of bed, eyes quickly prying open, quickly scanning the bedroom. This alerts Hitha and Vivian, who sleep beside him. Hitha gets up as quickly as he does, while Vivian is still mostly asleep.
‘Zebbosai, did you have a nightmare?’
“No… no.” he whispers, doing his best to be as quiet as possible. “I thought I heard something.”

The room is deathly quiet, save for Vivian’s breat

Zebbosai and Hitha walk along the boardwalk, with Zebbosai holding a paper in his right hand. It’s a hand-written note from Vivian. As they near what they believe to be the spot she told them to head towards, he reads the letter again.
“I wish I could tell you this in person, but, I find the aspect of surprise to be much more desirable for this. While I know I don’t need to get a job, as my ability to create gold, as well as my already assorted wealth will provi

Slowly, I pace within my room. Of all the predicaments to have, why this? I can power through an illness. I can nurse an injury. I can avoid the frost. I can get Eugene to fix my dress if issues arise. But this? Soon enough, nobles from our neighboring nation shall meet with us, and the burning hunger in my stomach is like that of the sun!

I’ve tried having lunch early. I’ve tried quelling it by eating extra portions on top of my normally massive meal

Once again, I find myself in their facility. This time however, it was formally worked out. I found a date where nothing of major importance was going on, and thus, can wholly focus on doing these tests and whatnot. I’m once again in the same white room, with blinding lights glaring down at me. However, there’s still one note of importance I’m clueless on.

“So, why are you wanting to run me through these hoops? I know I destroyed your spac

Ever since I was born, I remember being warned about them. Granted, when I was born, I was born near the time of one of them. My parents always tell me how protective they were of me. Keeping me inside for the months leading up to it, making sure I didn’t have any ideas of heading outside during it.

After it passed, I was raised as normally as I can be. Up until I turned about 10 years old. Again, on my birthday, when all my others had been either outdoors,

‘Hey Vivian, mind helping me with something?’ Hitha asks, holding a bunch of devices in her arms.
“My grasp on technology isn’t the best, but I’ll do my best.”
‘Oh, I don’t need you to plug in anything… I just need you to make an antenna.’
“What?” hitha places her devices on the table, pulling out a piece of paper which has the design of the antenna on it.
&ls

The night sky is oddly quiet. Clouds hide most of the stars, I hear no planes, nor anything else. All that’s out tonight, is the moon. But even then, it looks a bit… off. It took me a while to get used to how
big
this earth’s moon is, as well as how close it is to this planet. Thankfully, Zebbosai lead me to many videos, and more than a few books to read about the matter.

Tonight though, it manages to perplex m

I still remember the day. I still remember the fear. Thousands of miles away, hurtling towards earth, was a meteor. A giant, incredibly dense rock nearly the size of our planet, with nothing between us, and it, but time. It was a secret kept from the world for the most part, while everyone scrambled to think up of ways to destroy it enough that it’d die in earth’s orbit.

Ideas were thrown out. Buffing me, and a bunch of other people similar to myself,

Slowly, I wake up. Once again, I find myself in an unfamiliar area. I wonder what causes this? I know for a fact my home is, for the most part, unable to be teleported into when I sleep, yet, again I find myself in a foreign environment. Instead of a government facility, however, it’s just a dark, dry, rocky cave with some bars ‘preventing’ me from leaving. I could snap them like twigs, but I hear something scuttling towards me. From the depths of the darkness, an insectoid fig

The beeping of their scanner makes me look up, to see the grocery items being sent down via conveyor belt. Most of the stuff I’ve already bagged in proper order, and because of how I setup my items, these last few things are nice and soft, so I can place em atop all the heavy stuff I already bagged.

“Ok, that’ll be 57.37.” the cashier says. I reach into my pocket, pulling out a little wallet, and giving her 60$. She hands me the change, an

Vivian lounges on her loveseat, reading the days news. Beside her is what’s left of her breakfast, just some bits of toast, a few sips of coffee, and a few grapes. She reaches for her coffee, and suddenly hears a ringing.
“Zebbosai? Is that your little phone alarm?”
“No, I don’t have an alarm until 4.”
“Hitha?”

‘I don’t have an alarm on my phone. I set em up but t

Vivian wakes up, being in a completely foreign environment. Lights shine down on her, with only a speakerphone, and a door that opens from the otherside, being what surrounds her. The walls are a bright, cleaned white, and she puts a hand to her eyes to somewhat hinder the blinding lights. As she does that, she summons up a pair of sunglasses to prevent her from squinting.

“My my… what purpose am I here for?”
“I’m gl

He waits in the middle of the night. Eyes wide open, still in his royal outfit, every candle in his room lit to make it as bright as possible. Tonight, clouds cover the moonlight, but still, he waits.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at his door. He rushes over, viewing through the peephole, and seeing a man wearing a bunch of concealing clothing. A cloak over his head, long sleeves over his arms, gloves for his hands, a mask over his face, and layers of shirts, so in case the fir

Tonight, I fly alone. It’s a little test of mine. Zebbosai and Hitha rest at home, so I can simply sense their energy to find my way back home, but I’m hoping to not have to resort to that. Tonight, I’m going on a small, self vacation. I’m going to fly around, and hopefully find something interesting. Right now, I’m away from the city, simply flying over a road that’s cutting through a forest.

There are animals scuttering along

I received it a few weeks ago. A little letter in the mail amongst all the pointless junk and fliers, detailing a local charity event involving the sale of some antique items. Half of every dollar spent on these items, would go straight to hospitals. After telling Zebbosai and Hitha about it, myself and hitha are at the place. Zebbosai would be here, but he’s somewhat ill, and doesn’t wish to risk others.

There’s all sorts of neat things. Painti

Atop the crest of Mt Olympus, She sits. The rising suns rays shining up against her backside as she slowly combs through her blonde hair, each strand painlessly and smoothly going into position. She manifests dozens of mirrors, to further inspect her body. She snaps her fingers, a closet of varying outfits appears.


“What shall I do today?” she ponders, looking out to what she can see of the land beneath her, seeing the hundreds of thousands o

“Thank you, Veronica-chan!” He says while I shake his hand with my gloved one. Behind him, there’s more men. Some have bodypillows of my character, others have smaller pieces of art they want me to sign. Further back in the line, it looks like-
“Hello Commander Veronica!” another man steps up in line, holding his phone in his right hand.
“S-Salutations, soldier.” I say, doing my best to get into character as quickly as pos

I’m tied up, in a chair, with sergio staring down at me. The briefcase I used, is sitting on the table, locked shut. He looks angry. I don’t know why though…
“You think you can just
waltz
on in here, and take our money?”
‘Is that one of those rhetorical questions? Cause I’m still in the casino, right?’
“Shut it!” he slams his fist on the table, the force

I swallow again, it’s head, shoulders, and arms being outside of my mouth. As I do, storms of all kind rage ontop of me. Tornadoes get nearer and nearer, whilst massive clumps of hail and rail traveling fast enough to cut normal people, hit me. This vile god controlled the weather, deliberately leaving parts of the worlds he ruled over barren, dry, and incredibly hot because they wouldn’t worship him. Today though, that ends.
“Curse you vile Demon!” It yel

Slowly, I gather my fishing gear. I have enough for the next few days, but I don’t know how long this weather is going to last, and I want to get as much out of it as I can. The winters here are always awful. I head to the front door, car keys in my pocket, and fishing gear in my hands.
“Mikhael! Where are you going? Did you check the mail yet?” My mother yells out, her tired, scratched voice reaching into the woods.
“I’m going fishin

It all started with that article in the newspaper. It, along with the rest of that newspaper, are framed and hung in my office. It was on the frontpage, as, undoubtedly, there was nothing bigger to report on for that day. An ice-cream chain, one that had started in my little town, from nothing more than the dreams and hopes of a family with just enough money to open up one summer-time shop, had blossomed into a chain of ice-cream parlor’s spanning several states, and raking in millions.

Zebbosai looks through the mail, tossing about half a dozen letters into our firepit. He places 3 on the living room table, and then starts to look through today’s paper. A look of curiousity pops up on his face.
“Hey, Hitha, Viv. you two ever been on a boat?”

‘Are yachts boats? Cause if so yea.’
“Personally, I’ve voyaged upon a few ships back when I lived in helosia, and we’d conquered lands

I walk along the wide sidewalks of our great city, the rising sun shining behind me as hundreds of other people begin their morning commutes. I head into a cafe, the small bell on the door ringing as I enter. There are a few people sitting inside, some upfront along the counter, sipping from a coffee, and others at a booth, having a full-on breakfast.

“Welcome, you want a seat at the counter, or a booth?”
“A booth seat please.&

I look through today’s mail, it’s truly an achievement how much of this is just… pointless. Advertising cards I’ll never need, or telling me to buy whatever ‘life insurance’ entails. The only thing I see worth keeping are some flyers for the grocery stores, as Zebbosai always tends to find a nice deal or two within them.

There’s one final letter, however, that looks interesting. It’s not from some agency or organiz

These woods are mostly empty and untouched by most humans. There are no trails out here for me to follow, with all sorts of animals skittering away as my slow, gentle steps break dozens of twigs and bits of bushes. There is a method to my walk, however, as, through all these trees and bushes, rests an old, old home. To most, it’d look uninhabited. The roof has dozens of holes and the walls are one good storm away from being torn apart. Either from the winds blowing the walls apart, or the

The doors swing open, with a woman frantically running in. her clothes are torn, body having a few cuts and scratches upon it. She heads towards the center of the cathedral, eyes locked onto a specific altar. All around her, are rows of empty chairs, and stain glass paintings that depict several of this Gods efforts. She touches the bottom of the altar, gets down on her knees, and yells out
“Hear me! God of Comfort, Beld! I need your assistance!” From the ceiling of t

“So… what happened hitha?” Zebbosai says, staring inquisitively, leaning on a shovel that’s planted into the ground.
‘I was walkin to go fill one of our bird feeders. Had a big bucket full of bird seed to fill the thing. Then I tripped over a rock, and when I did… that opened up.’ hitha points forward, directly at a large, dark, deep hole in the ground.. ‘I managed to avoid falling in, but now it’s just… here.’

My stomach’s constant gurgles fill my room, my body lounges upon every inch of my bed. I find myself inching closer to the point where I’m going to have to lay sideways, so all of me still rests upon my bed.
“How do you sleep through that noise?” Eugene lambasts.
“There’s no way to describe the fullness within me that you’d understand. My stomach’s rumbles are just another layer of the bliss I feel.”

The church bells ring through the air, echoing across the skyline. Those not already inside it, are rushing towards it’s gates. There’s so many of them. Families of all sizes, running through the church doors in hopes that God's hands will reach down and lift them from their downtrodden existence.

The winter months here were always miserable, but in the years since I’ve acquired this power, it’s only been amplified so. For now, I simply w

She sits in the courtroom, hunched forward in her chair as the judge makes his way to his seat. Beside her, her father. An aged man wearing an exquisite outfit, his neatly trimmed, thick black, beard and sideburns do little to hide his constant scowl. Along with, her father, her mother sits, her casual outfit contrasting with his layered shirts and coats. The Judge goes up through the witness stand, and onto his podium. He grabs his gavel, and gingerly taps it against the table.