Edraculatte Flexes Down An Avalanche_Beautiful_Bri-An's Job_Who Is Vera?
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Edraculatte Flexes Down An Avalanche
Crystals of ice form on the hairs in his nose, which is an incredibly peculiar sensation. He feels as though he has just done a line of Ice 9 up each nostril; a feeling which takes his attention away from the fact that he is skiing down the side of a large mountain and is about to collide with a large, hairy humanoid."What the fugk, bro?" the large, hairy humanoid manages to eek out before he is knocked ass akimbo by the thoughtless skier.Neither of the bipeds are hurt, but the hairless one on skis takes a bit longer to recover. When he does he looks up to see the blurred face of some kind of....
Beautiful
Everything is ready for the ritual; me, the nurse with the silver tray, and Dr. Edmund Powers. Everything is ready, but I have been waiting a full two hours to get inside the doctor’s office and get started. The nurse is bustling around, a crisp white vision of medical efficiency, carrying small metal trays, whose contents defy gravity and rattle without sound. She darts across the room and scurries into the labyrinth of unblemished walls the colour of lightly suntanned angels, and enters through a pristine, heavy glass door, then disappears. In seconds she reappears empty handed. Her coming a...
Bri-An's Job
“Come on! You can do this!” Bri-An looked at himself in the mirror, yelling to hype himself up. The mirror showed what appeared to be a thin, white-skinned human body, but with a red-skinned bull’s head on top of it with white horns protruding from his head. Bri-An’s nostrils, shaped like a pig’s nostrils, flared from the pep talk. “We got this! All we have to go is protect the dungeon for The Boss! From … a … potential … human … or … elf … who … coulwww.onedoor.ccd … use… magic … or … weapons … to … kill … you … claiming … to … save … the … world.” Bri-An’s voice became more dejected at each passin...
Who Is Vera?
ELEVATOR OUT. Tami stared at the sign on the elevator doors, as if it were in a foreign language. That sign sent her into a ten second childish tantrum. “No. No. No. Not again!” Tami protested. With no other options, she turned and slowly headed for the stairs. As Tami made her way up the backstairs to the fourth floor dressing rooms, she stopped on every landing to catch her breath. At each one she cursed the name of the person who decided performers should enter the theatre through a “secret” or “VIP” door.“Why is it we can’t use the same door audience members use?” she questioned between br...