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Panty Thief Short – Kikimora

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Glasses sat in the passenger addon as the Vice President was manning the motorcycle. They slowed to a stop as they arrived in front of the dormitory of their target. Glasses took out a megaphone. The air around was warm enough that he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. There were several of the Kikimora in the lawn conversing with each other.

“The President was right. It is a very nice day outside. I might even go outside of the dorms after this and walk a little.” Glasses said to the Vice President. “It certainly is. I might even make some tea.”

“Your tea is the best! I can’t wait.”

“We have a job to do. Are you ready?” Glasses nodded and stood up in his seat, facing the dormitory. He set the megaphone on it’s highest setting. The nearby Kikimoras looked at Glasses in curiosity as they heard the megaphone being set.

He took a deep breath before he shouted into the megaphone, his voice echoing through the dormitory as he said the following. “I require a servant to have full devotion to me, your master!” Silence. The plan had failed. None of the Kikimoras were exiting the dorm. Suddenly, the ground shook as a large wave of Kikimoras break open the main doors and headed straight towards Glasses and the Vice President. The Vice President floored the accelerator, and they ran off as a stampede of Kikimoras followed them. The dormitory was empty, with it’s doors wide open. Not one Kikimora had stayed behind.

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The Hounds at Our Heels

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Their howls sound of shattering glass. They’re excited, hungry, and terrifying enough to steal my attention from the indignant man in front of me, Ron Nielson. He marches on with orders while I sit alone in his office to listen to him and hounds bark at the moon. “You need to send Confirmed two, three … Continue reading The Hounds at Our Heels

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Treat

78 votes, average: 4.79 out of 578 votes, average: 4.79 out of 578 votes, average: 4.79 out of 578 votes, average: 4.79 out of 578 votes, average: 4.79 out of 5 (78 votes) (4.79)

OK- too early to tell, but this could be the best home-invasion ever.

No Stockholm syndrome, honest.

Suddenly she backs away as though she just thought of something. A playful little grin plies the corner of her lips as she’s blushing lightly- it’s pretty clear that even though she backed off, she is by no means finished with you.

Naughty werepanda schoolgirl heads to the counter to inventory the trick-or-treat candy. She seems to be looking for something specific. Her face lights up a little before she grabs some strawberry licorice sticks from the leftover trick or treat candy.

You’re not sure what she has in mind until she slowly and deliberately walks back to where you’re sitting.

“I give you something sweet now, yes?”

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