Four's CompanyTurning around once again to look at himself in the mirror, Brett squinted to make sure he was really seeing it. Yep: his bald spot was completely gone. It had apparently vanished within the last hour.Four's Company by Verandert
Of course, most men Brett’s age (thirty by the end of the month) would have been happy to see a thicker pelt on their heads, but for Brett it was just one more in a series of odd things that had been happening that morning. The alarm clock on his phone had woken him up with a Taylor Swift song instead of the Foo Fighters he’d programmed it for. When he left for work, he’d tried put his arm through the handle of his suitcase, then spent a few seconds looking for the purse straps that didn’t exist before he realized what he was doing. And when he got to work, he’d had to stand on his tiptoes to retrieve a stapler from a top shelf, which he’d never had to do before.
And now there was this. But beyond all the subtle-yet-disturbing changes going on, the mos
Cheer Up Again!OK, the first thing you’ve got to understand is that neither of us knew what we were doing. I mean, people joke about this stuff, but who would have thought it could actually happen? I mean, when I think about what happened to Brandon, I just…Cheer Up Again! by Verandert
Alright, first things first, Brandon was my younger brother. We were visiting our aunt and uncle in Florida and decided to buy some tickets for the Dolphins game. We were waiting out front, we were going to buy our tickets at the box office, and while we were there we noticed these two cheerleaders heading into a door on the side of the stadium. Sexy as hell, although it’s hard to think about them that way now.
Anyway, Brandon and I are joking and he says he wishes he could get into that locker room. I see this penny on the ground and I say maybe he should wish on it, you know, make it official. So he does. And all of a sudden we get this feeling, like…you go into a room and you can tell something’s different, but yo
My TG Questionnaire: Use What I HaveI sighed as I turned my computer for my evenly writing session. Hopefully Sentinel or whoever was on so I could get some trace of progress on something done. Really, I'd allowed so many projects to pile up, both collaborative and solo, that I just went with whatever came into my hand at the moment. As it turns out, none of my usual clients or collaborators was online at the moment. Strange. Oh well, it had been awhile since I had checked my email, so I decided to do just that.My TG Questionnaire: Use What I Have by DancingSpartan
Interestingly enough, I found an email entitled "What Would You Be Like As A Girl?" It intrigued me enough, even though I had no indication as to where it came from. Still, I had my virus protection on and all, so I figured it was worth a look. Upon clicking the link that was all the email was comprised of, my printer immediately began to print out immediately. It was startlingly, true enough, but not too worrisome. I hadn't gotten any virus warning, so I just got out the paper and saw a questionnaire of sorts.
The Shrine MaidenThe Shrine Maiden by rampaging-poet
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos