The SerumThe Serum2 hours ago in Short Stories
By Lykanos Wulfheart
There was a mechanical buzz as the grey, slit-windowed door unlocked. Placing his keycard back in his pocket, David grabbed the cold metal handle and turned it down. This wasn't his first trip to the Center for Experimental Science and it most certainly wouldn't be his last. Once through, the imposing yet generic barrier slammed, the loud lock-latch clicking back into place. Starting down the hallway, he waved to the guard who, briefly looking over from the monitors, nodded and waved back.
David wasn't anything special to look at: five foot eleven, medium build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. The things that made him stand out from most of the others at the facility were his bushy beard and unusual apparel. Unlike the lab coats and business-casual attire the rest of the staff wore, David was walking in sporting a green Three-Wolf Moon t-shirt and blue jeans.
Info on RequestsSo I've been receiving some notes as to if people can request for things and if they can what are the rules. Despite that I made a Journal entry listing all the rules, I've had fans bring some things to my attention. So I'm going to re post the rules here with some updates.Info on Requests3 hours ago in Short Stories
Rules on Requesting:
In order to request, in which ANYONE can, please send me a note containing a person and situation/reason as to why they're getting transformed.
"I have this idea where a man named Jimmy gets scratched by a shadowy figure walking home. When he gets home he transforms into Jennifer Lawrence."
What I Accept:
If you have seen my past work, you get an idea of how I write my TG's. If you send me a request, it is going to be in my style of writing. Sometimes its in third person, sometimes it's in first person. It depends on the story I'm telling.
Things I typically write about and accept are,
• MTF transformations
• MTF Celebrity Transformations
What I Do Not Accept:
I don't write any s
ZOCT R1 P3. Mistakes Were MadeZOCT R1 P3. Mistakes Were Made30 minutes ago in Short Stories
Shae Dra’hk sat in an empty courtyard on top of an unused cart. The warehouses that loomed all around provided many places for an ambush, making him restless. A breath of wind tugged at his cloak and it was the only sound, aside from the occasional bird call, that could be heard. He casually tapped his scythe, which was now folded inwards, which now resembled a baton, against the cart just break the tense silence.
“Such a noise would alert an enemy.” Master Alstred chided. Standing next to Shae, Alstred stood tall and proper as if he was at a formal reception. Shae’s tapping had caused several birds to fly away just as Alstred was about to identify their happy chirping. He thought about his meeting with Selah. Since he was not a contestant and because she trusted him, she had told him about Shae’s opponent and her concerns. He’d listened intently but the only advice he had offer was a letter to cool Idrasate off before he beg
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The white cloud flew above me, the sun brightly shone my being as I breathe the air around me. I am now sitting behind the hall building of my high school. I'm here not because I'm a loner, but because I'm in a depression. My grades were plummeting like an asteroid. I have too much assignment to complete in matter of days! For me, this is just one of many depressing moment I'll experience throughout my life, if I stay here of course. Although I have this rebel thought for years, but the reason I would execute that plan is never more reasonable. And I also always feel something out there, on the jungle, is calling me every single damn time! Like it desperately need me to be there. I also has rebellious mind of leaving the city, and head to the wilderness, to either find a new civilization, or make one every night before I went to sleep. I
(SPECIAL REQUEST (Heavier-Lobster)) - JuneJune cackled, launching herself out of her makeshift cannon, lighting her cigarette while she flew through the sky. "Goodbye Hoggis! Momma's gotta make a little trip to try something she was working on for a VERY long time!" she cackled. Landing right on her feet, the mysterious Witch Doctor walked towards her unsuspecting victim's house. Finishing off her cigarette, June threw it on the ground and tucked her holder and lighter safely into her tribal makeshift pockets which lay on her strange tribal clothes, then pulling out a test tube filled with a green liquid. "Ah, yes! There's a man in there! Perfect. Honestly I don't know why I even made this! Maybe I'm just crazy, eh? Now then, if I'm right this potion will turn this subject into a sexy woman! Honestly I wish it worked on me! He he." she chuckled, echoing in the dark night sky, the wind proceeding to blow through her long messy hair. June looked away from the window of the house and used a skeleton key to force herself inside.(SPECIAL REQUEST (Heavier-Lobster)) - June2 hours ago in Short Stories
OW: A Story Lost to TimeAs cold and as hard as the rain fell that day in Otherworlde, Kerzendocht couldn't help but feel warm from her head to her toes. She slogged through the soggy grounds with her head held high, covered practically up to her chest in mud while her wet, tangling hair stuck to her face and back. A back incredibly sore, especially with the waxy-esque under-armor digging into her skin with each step she took, but even that couldn't deter her of her good mood.OW: A Story Lost to Time18 minutes ago in Short Stories
"Aristaeus above..." The Thriae's hands propped against her hips, narrowed eyes scrutinizing the Candlekin while she continuously pushed the sun-made wings against the air. Her feet didn't even budge off from the ground; all she managed to do was cause her hair to thrash about wildly, and she was clearly both uncomfortable and slightly in pain from such a disorienting action. Still she continued, not even realizing she was being watched until a sharp voice barked, "Enough, candle-whelp! You make no progress simply flapping your wings