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When it fell apart. -Pt. 1- by DarkPuppet-Guy, literature
Literature
When it fell apart. -Pt. 1-
A zombie apocalypse. That's what it seemed like, didn't it? What had started as a flu had quickly escalated into Something else. Not a flu. An infection. Broadcasts constantly covered the hospitals that were rapidly filling up with new patients that had fallen ill to this epidemic. CEDA was quick to jump in the situation, taking every precaution to keep order. To avoid panic.
Most businesses closed as their workers became sick, schools shut down as the students and staff alike were taken to the nearest hospital. Airports and subways were quickly shut down in an effort to control the spread of the flu.
Oh, how they failed.
Wh
Metafictional, Epilogue by Bardic-Feline, literature
Literature
Metafictional, Epilogue
Metaworld: "At the Sign of the 'Who Gives a Shit'" Epilogue
In which there is a blatant sequel hook
The Bar-between-worlds had emptied out considerably after the evening* of excitement. It was the closest it would ever have to a downtime.** The crowd around the DDR had dispersed, and all that remained was the anthropomorphic fox girl and the grey haired lady in the vaguely religious outfit, who were both happily twirling on the dance pad with no regard to the steps at all. A handful of the staff tidied the last things in preparation for the next shift, and the fresh staff of volunteer servers who would relieve them. The couple who had been
Metaworld: "At the Sign of the 'Who Gives a Shit" Part 3
In with the word Hypothetical is transparent and flagrantly misused.
Also, non-graphic Lady on Lady Kissing
Part 3-
"Ok, so, hypothetically speaking, you have this friend, right? And she's a bit well, a lot obnoxious, and not always terribly reliable, and sometimes has all the manners and tact of a rabid pack of hyenas. But she's still a pretty solid friend; always comes through in the ways that count, y'know?"
The three listeners nodded, all three with well, EXTREMELY knowing smiles on their faces. (Ok, so Sparky's was a little more of a grimace. Close enoug
Metafictional, Part Two by Bardic-Feline, literature
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Metafictional, Part Two
Metaworld: "At the Sign of the 'Who Gives a Shit'" Part 2
We'll man the freaking desk when we're good and ready to
What the giant horse looking guy had failed to mention was that there was going to be a considerable wait before Hunter actually got to compete against the cat boy; there was already a fairly long list of names on the board of people who had not gone yet, Hunter hadn't quite managed to get her name on the list yet because well
"What do you mean, there is no disco in the database? I was told that every song that ever existed and ever will exist should be in this thing!" snapped the girl with the blue afro. "AND N
Metafictional, Part One by Bardic-Feline, literature
Literature
Metafictional, Part One
At the Sign of the "Who Gives a Shit"
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Hunter had been acting oddly all day, even by her standards. She was speaking a little quicker, fidgeting more than usual, tapping her fingers against random surfaces, and jiggling her legs whenever she sat down. She ate her dinner (stuffed pork chops with sautéed greens Smoker was feeling experimental that night) with her usual speed, but none of her usual enjoyment. If it had been anybody other than Hunter, Smoker would have assumed that the smaller woman was nervous about something.
Given that it was Hunter, though, she decided that t
The Neon Huntress chp.0 by LittleCrimsonR, literature
Literature
The Neon Huntress chp.0
I wasn't a normal Hunter. Where most of my kin were male and donned a dark, blood stained, navy blue hoodie and dark brown pants with black boots and duck tape on the limbs, I was of the female gender and donned a bright ruby red sweater, plum purple skinny jeans, and black and blue Doc Marten boots. Where most Hunters didn't have eyes, mine were always shifting colors, from bright, neon hot pink to highlighter yellow to neon lime green to neon aqua.
My kin avoided me at all cost. When I was a human, people who crossed me got a glare and they ran off screaming for an exorcist because a demon had possessed me. My kin avoid me now because whe
"So what did you do?" Hunter asked, looking worriedly across at her long time friend. The Asian girl was as always wearing her dark green, duct-tape encased hoodie, with its characteristic twin feline ears protruding upwards from her head. She was currently concerned for her friend Smoker, who had returned recently from her office party, extremely exasperated even for her usual self, and recounting about how Griffin, a royal pain in her rear had gotten drunk and made a grab at the aforementioned bottom.
"I told him to back off, and he calls me a #$%#@, what a surprise..." Smoker snapped back, tugging her hair-band from her somewhat greasy
It was many years ago that a baby was born; she was born into a wealthy family. Though their fortune was limited they spared no expense on the little bundle of joy. The baby became a child and all seemed well in her eyes. One day out of nowhere her mother and father separated and she questioned them they said she was the reason and nothing more. More years passed and the child was now a young woman she was enrolled into a boarding school and lived on campus with other girls and boys her age for part of the year the teachers were excellent in teaching the little girl everything she would need to know and more maturity came late for her but her