Evening The Score

Swoosh. The basketball flew cleanly through the net. Three points. The tigress raised two fists in victory. She always pulled that pose when she won. "Yeah!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty court. She didn't even sound tired....

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Jungle Biology

Claire beamed proudly at the dense, impenetrable jungle. It did not return her enthusiasm. She sighed happily, adjusting the pith helmet that tried in vain to contain her frazzled blonde hair. At last, she was alone in nature. Those morons at the...

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Meeting Mrs Rachels' Needs

Mrs Rachels had always been a model neighbour. She lived alone in a house meant for at least two. She always had, as far as he remembered. So when she asked him if he was free to give her a hand with summer chores - and he was, with high school over...

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Thanks, Man

"Thanks, man," sighed Nat. "It's fuckin' hot as shit today." With that, she fumbled off her shirt and dumped it, sweaty and unwanted, on the floor. Trey knew, academically, she wouldn't be wearing a bra underneath. But the sight of his best friend's...

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A Neighbour's Warmth

"No no no no... agh, fuck!" Robert stomped his feet into the snow, fighting off a feeling of numbness. His gloved hands were shaking, not just from the cold. His parents had trusted him with the house, and it was all falling apart. Something was...

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Hollow Sweet

The sun is shining. The breeze is gentle. The long grass tickles the fur of Krystal's bare legs. She walks slowly, unhurried, admiring the details. The patterns on the tree-trunks, the far-off chirps of birds and other small creatures. It's so much...

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Day Three-ish

Fox was pretty sure it was day three. On a starship, it was easy to lose track of time. Every computer system onboard could remind you what hour it was per Cornernian Standard Time, but that mightn't mean much in the unending night sky of space. Fox...

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Riding A Tiger

Sly Cooper is a simple man. Simpler than he realizes. Neyla has been watching him closely all evening. Drinking him in. She's an expert at observing others, and he's a particularly fun subject. It was fun to watch him try to hide his genuine...

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Hand It To The New Girl

Sly Cooper sits on the windowsill and stares out at the night sky. He's lost in thought. Change is good, they say. The more the merrier, etcetera. But still, it's worth reflecting at a time like this. For the first time since they left home, the...

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Taking the Law Into His Hands

Sly Cooper has finally been caught. He's alone, he's handcuffed, and he's surrounded by freezing ocean water, one of the few things on earth that can actually stop him. So why is he smirking at her like he's the one in control? Carmelita huffs,...

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Under the Table

Charlotte checked her reflection in the window. She straightened her blazer and fixed her short, spiky hair. When she summoned a tired smile, her reflection grinned back at her with a maw of bat fangs. She didn't know why she was up here. Oh, she...

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