(30 votes) (4.63)
If there’s anything our town is quite good at, it’s bland, generic-looking strip malls.
And it was at just such a mall at the corner of Yavapi and Maricopa that salvation came in the form of the After School Special.
Problem was, this was going to be a pretty tough sell to my wife.
“We’re here.” I announce as I kill the engine and get out of the truck, uncomfortably aware that the way the ‘After School Special’ sign was arranged, it appeared to be highlighting the word ASS.
Sakaali opened her door and I headed over to the passenger side to help her out.
“Graham- what is this place?” Sakaali asked, her skepticism apparent.
“Somewhere that’s not too crowded on father’s day.” I explain. “Sometimes me and Art will grab a couple of beers here.”
(45 votes) (3.73)
I groaned as I was suddenly awoken by a bell of an alarm clock.
I blindly trash around – my face still submerged in my pillow, attempting to blind myself against the streaking beams of sunlight peeking through my window. After a good while, my body finally subdues to my mind and I sit upright. Today is my first day as a transferred student at my new school; Prodigium Academy. As enthusiastic and ecstatic as I am, I feel an overwhelming wave of sorrow and anxiety. In my old school, I was to put it bluntly; a delinquent.
I managed to get myself into fights every other day, even resulting in people getting seriously injured. And seeing as I had no friends, the higher-ups decided it was a good choice to transfer me to a monster/human split school instead of the humanoid specific schools I was used to. And as alarm clock to my side ticks, I can’t help but think of all the mischief I’ve caused, all the flaws I’ve adapted.
Despite my uncertainty about this new school and their monster/human split policy, hopefully I can isolate myself and dwell in the background, far away from any drama. The last thing i’d want is another dreadful experience, as I’ve got plenty of those already.
Mia decided she would pin me to the ground and straddle my hips.The loud cheering only encouraged her more, as she softly ran a single protruding claw on my cheek. I was trying my hardest to struggle to get free, but she was having none of it. I could feel her hot breath reach my neck as she hovered over me.
She smiled as she softly lowered her chest closer to my face, hugging my face with her extended wrapped arms and breasts. Her skin was very warm to the touch, making me break into a light sweat.
(31 votes) (4.90)
“C’on Perri. Quit being so difficult and just get on down here.”
“Why? So you can get drunk and make me sleep in the barn again?” she asks loud enough for everyone to hear.
That flying fucking bullshit artist. I can’t see from down here, but I’m sure she has that infuriating smirk right now.
I grit my teeth.
“That’s…..” I begin to say through the megaphone. This wasn’t a mistake or a misunderstanding on her part- she was straight-up lying about my treatment of her in front of pretty much the whole county. Instinctively I was going to say “That’s not true” but then inspiration struck me.
Why not fight her bullshit with more bullshit?
“That’s because you keep dive-bombing my schnauzer! The poor thing is terrified of you now!”
Oh the look on her face. She’s been getting used to goading and teasing me, but not being on the receiving end of such treatment. The surprise and indignation on Perri’s face was visible even from my lowly position on the ground, and it was sweeter than any gooey, caramel covered confectionary.
(18 votes) (4.89)
Vanessa didn’t know much about structural engineering, but she knew enough that something about this gingerbread house looked a bit off.
If she had to guess, it would probably be entire chunks of the gingerbread house’s wall missing. Curiously, she could swear there were what looked like little fang marks around this missing gashes in the gingerbread wall.
Fang marks seemingly consistent with at least three of her daughters.
“Girls? You wouldn’t know anything about this….?” she asked while absently bouncing little Claire on her knee. The jinko mother was quietly grateful that her youngest wasn’t old enough to snatch stuff off of tables when they thought nobody was looking.
“About what, mom?” Eva asked innocently. Gabby and Layla were by the Christmas tree doing a rather poor job of trying to stifle their giggling.
“Try as I might, girls- I can’t figure out how this gingerbread house ended up with so many holes in it. I was wondering if you could maybe tell me….”
“I’m saving room for one of grandma’s pies.” Eva said nonchalantly.