Closing Shift

**Closing Shift** By Zatarra L. Vulpe Jamie washed his hands again. He stood staring at the mirror and gave another little sigh. He shook them off and simply wiped them against his denims. When he left the restroom he strolled back to his post near...

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Infinite Carnival

Infinite Carnival By Zatarra L. Vulpe The park sign was hidden in leaves and bark, the asphalt free of any yellow stains or tires. The hills were covered in long stretches of green for miles around, with any taming influences winding off like old,...

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What Is To Belong

What Is To Belong By Zatarra L. Vulpe I used to have a thing for gaming. I felt like my hands were more comfortable over a controller than even on the steering wheel. Thanks to a few programs I'd figured out I was in the top ten percent of the games...

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Matched Set

Matched Set by Zatie Luna Vulpe The locker door wasn't quite shut today. That was rarely a good sign. Emily kind of scratched behind her ears as she tried to picture her morning, whatever might have led to this. All she could picture was her...

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Horse Pills

Naomi stared at at herself for the longest time, panting as she tried to contain herself. The cure pill was sitting on the counter, in it's little red bottle and it's packaging still neatly wrapped. The wrapping for the 'active' pill, on the other...

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Valhen's Test

Valhen's Test By Zatarra L Vulpe The 'lair' was in sight. Sir Valhen felt something of dragon fear creep into his stride, but he was fortified behind his plate mail and shield. The armor was shiny, new, inscribed with many scenes of Valhen's...

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Window Shopping

# Window Shopping By Zatarra L. Vulpe Alex felt his eyes drooping. His mind was flowing, felt awake, almost lifted above his actual head, but his body felt so listless. He scanned the little ridges of the subway car's rubber matting with some company...

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Day Dreams

Day Dreams By Zatarra L. Vulpe 'The Incident' it was called. One fine day an entire US city is off the map, as though misplaced. The internet was abuzz, of course, but only with strange messages about weird things: biomechanical-fusion,...

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The Old Ways

The Old Ways By Zatarra L. Vulpe The trailer wasn't particularly large. There was an off brown carpeted floor, kept clean if a little ratty. The counters were plain white with fake wood inserts, a fridge jammed next to a stove and a sink. The dining...

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Mischeif Maker's Mask

Mischief Maker's Mask By Zatarra L. Vulpe _ _ _Come to me._ Itazuramono was calling again. He could feel her tugging at his belly. He had to reach down to feel if she'd actually managed to grab hold of it somehow. Her claws were blunt, but they...

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Knight Adrift

Knight Adrift By Zatarra L. Vulpe Squad Primus was in low orbit when the comms notice came. The men of the first company space knights would nearly hit the ground by the time sergeant Thalos would finish reading it. The company ship, _the...

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Closer to Home

Closer to Home By Zatarra L. Vulpe Running is almost always good. If one runs enough, one can notice changes: Making it just a little further next time, panting a little less like a dog every hundred or so steps. There's an exception to...

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