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The Dragon VirusAt only 11 years of age, young Tommy knew he didn't have a lot of time left. Was he dying? No. Well I suppose you can't really say that. HE wasn't dying...but his humanity was.The Dragon Virus by Animeboye
Tommy's story technically began a month ago. After coming home from school, Tommy's parents noticed something odd about their son: Even though he was sick, it was only his arm that had an off color to it. As days passed, Tommy didn't get any better. In fact, his condition was actually getting worse. His parents took him to his doctor, whom confirmed that he had obtained a disease called "The Dragon Virus". As a recently discovered disease, the Dragon Virus had no known cure. In fact, Tommy was one of the first people who had accuired the disease. Since there was no cure, Tommy's parents knew it was only a matter of time before the Tommy they knew was gone.
Tommy sat in the lobby at the doctor's office. He scratched at his right hand, which was covered by a glove, as was his left hand. The reason for t
The Tribute - Chapter 6The Tribute - Chapter 6 by BrandonHill
6. Convicts shall be acceptable as Tribute only if sentenced for nonviolent offenses.
Even though the wedding was indeed quiet and private, as Naga unification rites tended to be, it had not been quite the boring affair he had expected. Of course, Voran had been the one to cause things to become more interesting than they ought to have been, much to the chagrin of everyone involved. The only saving grace about it, he realized, was that it had happened before they stood before the high Priestess for consecration.
Lazlo had been in the company of the Naga priesthood, dressed in white, the same as them all, making Voran feel ever more like he was marching to his own funeral. Still, his spirits lifted at the sight of his only friend beside the his assigned mentor, whom the Princess let him know was the high priestess.
The Tribute - Chapter 5The Tribute - Chapter 5 by BrandonHill
5. Tribute may be compulsory or by volunteer.
Voran struggled to keep his emotions in check as he was led down the opulent hallway by his Naga guard. Feelings of roiling, impotent indignation bordered on righteous outrage, and threatened to explode since the High King’s casual spiriting away of Lazlo. He felt that he had so much to learn, and to be frank, being alone with these creatures terrified him on a level so deep that it thrummed in the deepest reaches of his mind like a distant scream.
“My daughter does not care for politics,” the High King had explained shortly after Lazlo’s dismissal, when Voran had asked, rather bluntly, why she had not been present at his arrival. “Like your Lazlo, she is of a scholarly persuasion. Court does not suit her, due to her circumstances.”
The Tribute - Chapter 4The Tribute - Chapter 4 by BrandonHill
4. A tribute must be of sound mind and body, with no severe or grievous wounds or disease.
As their Naga guides had said, the remainder of the trip was hastened after their boat had reached a bottleneck in the cavern. The water began to flow faster, but became shallower, as Nessus used his oar more like a staff, guiding it with gentle nudges against the riverbed and cavern walls. His steadying strikes became more frequent and controlled as the water flowed ever faster, and he steered with precision and skill through the increasingly rough current.
“Brace yourselves,” Khalila warned after some time. She leaned her human half against one edge of the boat, and gripping hard, while the tail of her serpent half gripped the other edge. Even Nessus had lowered himself, placed the oar down inside the boat, an
Never Too OldNever Too Old by JoeyLiverwurst
"That was the lamest one yet!" Glenn snickered.
"It was pretty bad," Kevin admitted, "but not as bad as Strawberry Shortcake."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, that was even worse."
"Good candy, though."
"Mmm," Glenn assented through a mouthful of Skittles.
The zombie and the pirate approached the little blue house and followed an arrow to the back door.
"Betcha this one sucks," Glenn said as he pressed the doorbell. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a short flight of stairs.
"Trick or treat?" Kevin asked hopefully.
A meaty paw reached around the door, and Glenn did a spit-take. A diminutive werewolf emerged from the house and howled for dramatic effect.
"What are you supposed to be, Curious George?" Glenn scoffed.
The werewolf howled again and held out a plastic pumpkin brimming with sweets. Kevin carefully selected a Butterfinger, whereas Glenn grabbed whatever would fit in his sticky gray hand.
"Thanks," Kevin mumbled.
The werewolf barked, and two rivulets of drool fell onto the
Low Tide"Hey," Heather called out from the back door. "I thought of something."Low Tide by JoeyLiverwurst
"What's that?" Frank asked absent-mindedly as he blended blue and red to make ocean water.
"We haven't been swimming since last summer."
"Oh, you're right," Frank said, surprised. "We should practice before we go to Florida."
"Two steps ahead of you! Put your trunks on."
"But it's dark out, and we're miles from the lake," Frank sputtered.
"Just trust me," Heather teased. "I'll go change, too. Race you!"
With his best skeptical smile, Frank put down his pencils and headed for the bedroom. Heather already was in the closet to get her swimsuit. Frank went to the dresser and dug around for his trunks. He finally found them, and with a shrug, undressed to put them on.
To his dismay, they barely stayed up. He tugged at the drawstring, but willpower was still all that kept them from sagging. "Heather?" he whimpered.
His wife emerged from the closet with the same predicament; both bikini top and bottom were too loose for c
Looking UpAaron fumed.Looking Up by JoeyLiverwurst
It was his day off, and here he was at work anyway, two hours to close. He hated training people, but tomorrow was a big day, and he would pay for it in the long run if he put it off. He had been home alone, wasting time, but the principle of it still bothered him. He practically lived here these days.
He exited the car and slammed the door. Then he noticed a young man, probably a college student, standing at the edge of the parking lot. He was on the grass, looking straight up at the night sky. A full moon gleamed overhead.
In his funk, Aaron had forgotten the full moon! It almost always cheered him up. He smiled and called out to the stranger, "Hope I didn't disturb you."
There was no response, and Aaron stopped to stare at the full moon for a while himself. He felt better. He laughed, remembering his childhood experiment to see how long it took for the full moon to turn him into a werewolf. He had been a weird kid, and proud of it.
"It's beautiful, but it doesn't do any