What Dreams May Become 13 by grapehyacinth, literature
Literature
What Dreams May Become 13
by grapehyacinth
Apparently the phone was ringing, but I was too wrapped up in washing our clothes to hear it. Well, I couldn't get it anyway – I was a washing machine at present.
My husband came over to me, sticking the phone out. “It's for you.”
I stared at him like he was stupid. “Um, Roman, washing machines find it hard to take phone calls. You know, the whole 'not having any hands' thing?”
“It's that girl Tammy again. She wants your notes...again.”
I sighed. I had made the mistake of giving this girl the notes to our Biochemistry class once, and now she was constantly after me. I'd only
A Fox Serum Storyby grapehyacinth
Playing Possum: Mary Michelin's “Fun With Fox Serum” Column for the week of February 21
Welcome to my column for this week. Those of you who follow me regularly know how much I enjoy transforming using the Fox Serum. You've accompanied me through all my amazing animal adventures, and you know I always have a great time in animal form. Unfortunately, my latest Fox Serum excursion has brought up a serious problem that has yet to be addressed.
Because, yes, this time, I almost was killed.
Read on about my latest, well, catastrophe...
I'm willing to try anything related to transforming. As yo
Supporting the Unsupported by grapehyacinth, literature
Literature
Supporting the Unsupported
A Trust Machines Storyby grapehyacinth
“Nathan! Hurry up! The whole support group is waiting for you!”
Marsha, Nathan's ex-assistant, woke the retired magician from his slumber. He had fallen asleep on the broken-down couch in the community center's back office.
“Well,” he retorted, “they'll have to wait a bit longer. An ex-magician needs his rest.”
Marsha frowned. “Don't give me your usual crap now, Nathan. You're already late! I told my boss you're going to be awesome, not late.”
“So?” he stumbled off the couch and ran his hands through his graying hair. “Hell, wha
Confounding Your Genie by grapehyacinth, literature
Literature
Confounding Your Genie
by grapehyacinth
“SAMUEL, I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “Carleton? How did you call me from a genie bottle?”
“If I can get cable in here, don't you think I can get cell service? Damn you, Wintergreen, and all you bastards to hell! How dare you allow this to happen to me?!”
“Hold on, Carleton! What happened?”
The wizard-turned-genie inhaled deeply, trying to get ahold of himself. Nothing would be accomplished if he merely screamed at the elder committee member. “That...Dave...”
“The first person you served?”
“Yes
Catastrophic Intentions by grapehyacinth, literature
Literature
Catastrophic Intentions
A Cat Transformation Tale
A Potion Place Story
by grapehyacinth
Lance Wintergreen sensed the woman seeking out his store long before she entered. He did not allow just anyone to find him, however this lady's deep, longing sorrow was so strong that he allowed her access. She possessed a mite of desperation as well, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. The Potion Place, his shop, was here to help people, if even just to bring a bit of joy to their lives.
He recognized her as a two-bit player from community theater, and he could not remember her name – if he had ever even known it. She was slim, relatively attractive, although he
Is Vera Briggs Secretly Ruby? by FandomFoodie, literature
Literature
Is Vera Briggs Secretly Ruby?
Is Vera Briggs secretly Ruby from Defenders of the Realm?
Vera Briggs: Origin, backstory, maiden name, personal fighting style (if any) and exact history to Jackson Briggs unknown. Lover to Jax and caregiver to a close family member of his. No particular manner of dress or speaking out of step with her setting. In a relationship with Jax before the audience has a look at his life outside the Chosen Warriors.
Particulars: Sometime very soon after Jax became human again, he made a family on a farm with a woman only ever called Vera. She wears a green jacket over a white T-Shirt and blue jeans, with her hair tied up in 2 braids. When the
A Fox Serum Storyby grapehyacinth
“Hey, Hyacinth, whatcha have there?” I finally piped up. I'd taken a train halfway across the state to meet my friend at a national park, hoping against hope it was for the one reason I'd dreamed of, and all she could do was make small talk.
She smiled secretively. “Oh, nothing.” She swept away a leaf that had fallen on her shoulder, gazing across the miles of woodland as we walked. “You know, there's a rare subspecies of deer that only lives here. It's on the endangered species list, and there was just a virus that went around that killed many of the males. It's horrible.