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Taur virus 14Part 14
"All the students have been taking Miss Hawthorne's class. It's sheer lucky I'm not among the infected ones," Steven muttered, reiterating what he just told Keith. This was growing up to be a troublesome matter with things as they were. It was more than likely that she would get fired whilst the rest of the taurs might get suspended from the school or expelled just for the sake of the students.
Their voices faded into silence as they left the room. I excused myself and headed over to the teacher's classroom, seeing if I could warn her. It was ten minutes past after the workshops, it was no surprise that the classrooms were empty and the hallways were being vacated. From what my nose could tell me, the teacher was long gone.
Not finding Miss Hawthorne proved to be a small disappointment, yet there was nothing I could do against it. I stayed at the school after class more than I should have and it was only a matter of time before my parents would call asking where I was. "No poin
Red Vix?Red Vix?
Tyler Benson arrived at 6pm to his apartment building, exhausted from yet another long day at work. While 24 is not too old, that wasn't to say he often found the job tiring. Opening the door to his empty apartment, He practically threw his briefcase on the couch as he opened the door and headed to his room without a care as to where it may have landed. As usual, thinking about how he was doing in the company he was working in, CirMor. It specialized in software development, ranging from organization programs to smart systems which used from advanced genetic algorithms to neural nets.
As he kicked his shoes, wishing Friday's were casual as he got on his normal home clothes, discarding the suit and shirt in favor of a more homey attire. Working as a salesman in CirMor really wasn't as interesting as he thought in the first place. Now he was utterly bored of the place, the protocols were exaggerated and tedious as his co-workers were really apathetic to even offer a helping hand
The Genetic Park 8 part 3
The Genetic Park 8 part 3
I sighed as I sipped my drink, barely paying attention to my surroundings as nothing that was going on around me caught my attention. It was all background really, and nothing worth looking away from my drink for.. My tail slithered and coiled around the stool as I minded my own business, the weights felt barely palpable, as if there was nothing there at all. Maybe this wasn't gonna be a problem after all. I kept minding my business until I heard a voice, a girl asking me "Are you a TG too?" My whiskers twitched as I glanced right, only to see a tigress with a beer in her hand, she seemed somewhat depressed as her ears laid hidden on her orange hair.
Ever since I've gotten this body I managed to learn how to detect emotions through subtle actions such ears falling down or standing up top, the swishing or limpness of the tail. It all managed to tell the mood of a person. Fur bristling when one was angry on cats, vapory snorts on equines and bovines when they we
Dragon TG TF Chapter 5."Up and at em boys and girls!" shouts Vashriel, bursting through the metal door and scaring me half out of my skin. Twilight is slower to wake though, just like I used to be. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's a wonderful day to be alive!"
Vashriel is carrying an enormous leather saddle over his shoulder that looks like it weight a hundred pounds, and outside I see his dragon Chaff already harnessed up. He throws the bulky thing onto the ground in front of me.
I ask, in a good mood from a good night's rest.
"Nope," says Vash with a smile. "Can't afford to feed ya, you're gonna have to catch your own breakfast later. Twilight can grab something quick from the kitchen after she saddles you."
"What's going on?" asks Twilight, standing up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Flying lessons," answers Vash with a wild look in his eye.
Vash refuses to actually help us put the saddle on, but he offers all kinds of advice and instruction, most of which I think was purposefull
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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