Her First Clutch

Tainted eggs bring about strange changes and new urges.

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Jan held the receiver against her ear, waving at her coworker as she answered the company’s phone.

 

“Tellus Technologies, how may I direct your call?” she asked, watching while Linda, the head of the accounting department, stepped up to the front desk.  “Yes, please hold.”

 

“Jan, I remembered to bring them before I left!” the portly woman said.  Although she ran her own department, she was down-to-earth and a little ‘out there’ compared to the other executives.  Rather than their dreary gray suits, the older woman wore a bright red Christmas sweater with Santa Claus driving his reindeer across a white sky.

Pisces

A shy young woman stumbles into a magical store where she buys an anklet that increases her self-confidence but it comes with hidden side effects that soon become very physical…

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An old commission I finally finished!

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The pen rolled, pulled between Victoria’s lips when she pushed her bottom lip forward.  It spun again when she drew her lip back.  She breathed through her nose, blinked and twirled the pen forward, idly enjoying the repetitive action while her eyes scanned the monitor in front of her. 

Idolatry

Orange maple leaves spun through the air from arching branches high overhead.  Wind ruffled the trees until the susurration surrounded the two women walking on the empty path below.

 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Fumiko asked while smiling up at the scattered, shifting sunlight filtered by the boughs above them.

 

“Ye-es,” Katsumi agreed hesitantly.  She pulled her thin black coat closer around her body.  Goosebumps rose on her skin while she shivered.  It’d been warm when she’d left her home to meet her friend and she hadn’t planned on the long drive out to the mountain.  The girl cast an envious look at her blonde haired friend in her long, blue coat and thick black leggings. 

Passing Through

Warning: painful transformation, death, violence, and gore.

Were-World’s Sue makes a stop in a sleepy town the morning after a full moon.

I wrote a fan fiction piece for Were-World ( https://www.deviantart.com/were-world/gallery?catpath=/ ) based on their “Sue” stories. All … copyrights? for the character are theirs.

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The wide arc of the sun crowned against the horizon, casting pure golden light throughout the valley.  The gray sky strained to contain the perfect blue yearning to break out.  Birds chirped and fluttered, zipping from building to building while watching for crumbs and worms.

 

Light buzzed and hummed and swarmed within the neon sign for Ray’s Diner. 

Layers Fan Fiction

The summer sun burned high overhead – the Eye of Sauron trapped between the edges of the world.

 

Craig groaned, wiped sweat from his brow and flung it away before shading his eyes to stare at the baleful orb.  Sweat lined his back from where the backpack touched his body.  He walked slowly, knowing his dad would be waking soon for his shift at the mill.  

 

“Fucking Lenny,” Craig groused, kicking a rock in his path.  He wiped his fingers through the short hair on the side of his head with a sigh.

 

He’d known Lenny his entire life. 

Slow Burn

A young woman becomes cursed and changes into a demon
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The bus screeched to a stop with a hiss that went unnoticed by the unruly children riding in their seats.  Waves of laughter echoed through the vehicle along with the muted sounds of videos playing on phones.

 

Fatma slipped her arm through her backpack’s strap while stepping into the aisle.  She carefully made her way through the chaos, moving around splayed legs and bags until she reached the driver.

 

“Thank you,” she told the driver with a smile, as she had every day. …

Office Bitch Ch. 03

Anne forces herself to return to work for a semblance of normalcy.
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I can hear the car crunching through the gravel while it drives away and my house suddenly feels huge and empty and silent.  It’s an unwelcome feeling that I’ve never noticed before.

 

His scent lingers.  Sweat, deodorant and a complex mix of other little things that is just him.  It’s a thread of warmth in the sterile house and I follow it for a moment before I realize what I’m doing.  Standing in the hallway to my bedroom, I clamp down hard.

Comfort

I should’ve known what was happening when she started getting more clingy earlier in the afternoon. But, I was distracted. She followed me around, just talking and rubbing her arms and keeping me company. Eventually we wound up on the couch where she pressed herself against me while I watched videos on my phone. Again, I should’ve noticed when she didn’t take out her own phone and, instead, lay her head against my shoulder with her hand resting on my thigh. I turned to kiss the top of her hair and shivered when the sharper ends of her pixie cut brushed against my neck.…

The Gift Ch. 03

The infection spreads through the castle and the princess confronts the king and queen.
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The two werewolves approached the kitchen slowly, cautiously, dropping to all fours with long ears at attention.  The smaller wolf glanced at the larger until given a nod.  She leapt, crashing through the kitchen door to the sounds of screams.  The women inside all backed into a corner with Matilda holding a shaking spoon before her.

Ignoring the old woman, Beatrice snapped and clawed as one girl tried to run.  The stricken girl screamed, spun and slammed to the ground, holding her dangling arm. 

Moonlight Hymn

From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.  Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…