TG - Hit A GirlHit A Girl
Darren kicked at the desk with his feet and balled his hands. Shannon gave a smug look and laughed to her friends when the teacher turned away. He fumed through his nose and glared.
It had been group day in class and nothing had gone right for Darren. He liked making jokes in his usual circle of friends. But, from the moment he stepped into the room, Shannon Gray was on him and he had no idea why.
The teacher had been at the door. When Darren walked through, Shannon gave it a push from behind. Because the teacher saw Darren right next to the door and "good, reliable Shannon" had confirmed he did it, despite all his protests, he was moved from his usual group.
But Shannon was relentless. She kept making up stuff which she claimed Darren was doing and the teacher just ate it all up until Darren had been exiled from groups to the time-out at the back of the room to do demerit writing.
As he sat there and imagined wringing the neck of a little voodoo doll in his hands, a
The Suit TGThe SuitThe Suit TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr. Gardener? I am the representative from Nuhaizi Global. A pleasure to meet you."
I looked up from my desk at the young, Chinese woman who stood in the doorway of my office. She had long, perfectly-black hair which fell in a seamless curtain on her neck. Her suit was lean and black as well, with only the even collar edges of a light-red top showing at her neck. Her expression was neither inviting nor abrasive. It looked clinical. Her eyes avoided mine and her voice was without accent.
I stood from my chair and reached out my hand to her. She took it calmly with a sedate shake and a slight bow. I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. Before sitting, she reached into a pocket, retrieved an immaculate business card, and handed it to me.
The card gave her name as "Miss Lin Xiumei" on one side and in Chinese on the opposite. The Nuhaizi logo and name was right after that, followed by "International Representative in Matters of Legal Concern" and "Fluent in English, C
A Girl Sort of Day TGA Girl Sort of DayA Girl Sort of Day TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I knew when I woke up that today was going to be a 'girl' sort of day for me. Braids and skirts had dominated my dreams and my best friend, Caleb/Callie, was sure to be in Callie-mode today with girl's cheerleading after class.
I did some stretches after getting out of bed and considered calling Callie. She'd been a boy last week due to her period. If she was a girl today then I'd have to consider incorporating her favorite girly colors into my outfit. If she'd had a sudden inkling for boy-mode, then there were a whole different set of colors which he enjoyed. He/She always said it wasn't a big deal but I knew she liked matching.
Her cell phone wasn't on, nor was her computer, so figured it was best to go with neutral colors today. That still left a lot of choices. Most of the usual stuff changed colors anyway. I brushed the touch pad on the wall. I brought up the template.
My online friend, Carol/Carl, always kept me up on the trends. I'd really had enough of
No Bails TGNo BailsNo Bails TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ashley landed flat on his back with his Razor scooter tumbling away from him on the sidewalk. He muttered a quiet, "Shit " to himself and rested there a moment.
As he hopped up and picked up his scooter, Josh came out of the Carroll & Pearton Books coffee shop with a heavy bag poised at his slender elbow and a small cup of hot green tea in his hands. He gave a nod to Ashley and said, "They didn't have cinnamon-apple tea."
Arching a thin eyebrow, Ashley shrugged. "Sokay. Almost nailed that trick."
Josh pulled one of the metal outdoor chairs over and sat down. "Yeah I saw some of it. Toby back yet?" Ashley shook his head and turned to the eye the small wall he'd just leapt off with his scooter. It was about six feet, pale brown, and had a great, flat top to ride across. It sheltered the carts for the small specialty market next to the bookstore.
Ashley made a move towards the other end but turned around when the white-shirted manager of th
The Blush Factory TGThe Blush FactoryThe Blush Factory TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I groaned and blinked my eyes open as best I could. Still, I could barely see anything.
My throat felt like it had been washed with that junk dentists used to clean teeth. And I felt like my arms were locked in place as though by a rigid, tucked bed sheet. That got me blinking even more and fussing about.
Though my ears felt like they had plugs in them, I could still hear a hiss and crunch of some great machine running in the background.
Slowly, my vision returned and I looked around. I was secured to a place on a conveyor belt and I wasn't the only one. Countless men, just like me, were on the conveyor belt as well. Most had their heads down and appeared unconscious. Some were fussing about. A few were gagged but still trying to say something.
The areas around the conveyor belt were dark and mechanized. Bits turned and whirred, blowing off steam or belching water down drains.
My wrists were behind me and felt numb due to tension. I fussed with them
TG - Kevins in BikinisKevins in BikinisTG - Kevins in Bikinis5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All her life Kevin Jo Starkel had wished for two things: a little sister and a first name that she wasn't forced to share with her older brother. Through an odd clause in the will of her great-uncle Mendel, Kevin's parents had to name their first two children 'Kevin' after Mendel's father to inherit college annuities for all their children from his estate. They were given the right to choose a different middle name for each.
Miss Kevin Starkel had long loathed her great-uncle for assuming she would be born a boy. When it came to school, her parents made sure that the teachers and principal knew that her name was always to be "Kaye" or "Jo" for the sake of anything around her peers. For years, she kept the secret of her real first name from most friends and would always tense up when there was a substitute. Oftentimes, she just skipped those classes.
Once, she was chosen to get an award and a fill-in speaker spoke the "hated" name. While she tried to show no rea
TG Boys vs. GirlsBoys vs. Girls Water FightTG Boys vs. Girls4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Runt's quivering, shrill voice echoed, "What are we gonna do?! They just got our commander with a water balloon assault! We're doomed!"
Flannel flashed his large hand, which looked more like a high schooler's than someone in sixth grade, over Runt's mouth. It completely muffled all but a faint, fearful murmur from Runt. Leaning close to Runt, Flannel said, syllable by methodical syllable, "Shut up."
With a loud swallow, Runt clenched his mouth closed and barely seemed to breathe as Flannel slowly released him from his grip.
I, "Tuna" by codename, looked to Flannel and wondered if I should take this as a gesture that he wanted to lead the group. Unfortunately, Flannel glanced over at me and asked, "Orders?"
The balloon assault which that had claimed Krait, our commander, came out of nowhere. I shuddered about how close I had been to the action.
The battle began fairly. We were properly-equipped and ready to set up our initial def
Invalid Login TGInvalid LoginInvalid Login TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I finally got home from my new job after an hour of different buses.
After kicking off my shoes and cracking my back, I set my bags on the kitchen table. I heated up some day-old pasta with cheddar chunks melted in a bowl for supper and slid my laptop out of its bag after I'd had a few bites.
I thought for a moment on the third bus that I'd lost my laptop but it had just slid a ways underneath. As soon as I moved to open my laptop, I paused and rubbed my hands over the top. It felt different. I had a flash of prickly terror where I feared that I'd accidentally swapped laptops with someone else. Turning it on, I got a sudden zap of static electricity from the keyboard. I had a moment of strange wooziness but it soon passed.
My heart raced and thoughts of how screwed I might be swelled through my head. But all the fear went away when my wallpaper was there and everything was in the right place.
Easing back in my chair, I made sure to backup my work files to the flash
Girly Farts TGGirly FartsGirly Farts TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For once, Terica's garage wasn't on fire when I came over to visit. Pink smoke was belching through a crack in one of the windows though. I knocked on the metal door and waited.
After some mild cursing and coughing from within, the door slid up. Terica had on her regular lab coat with the words above the pocket protector, "Doctor Terica Snorf Mad Scientist". Her long, frizzy brunette hair gave off a puff of smoke just behind her ear. She patted it out with her blue-gloved hands and mentioned, "Some things are a bit more flammable than they say..."
I nodded and said, "I've noticed. Need anything? Where are your goggles?" Terica always wore her goggles in her laboratory garage and sometimes even out and about. I noticed a small bruise on her forehead.
She answered, "They melted. I could've used a little more dihydrogen monoxide earlier. But it's under control now."
A bright "FOOM"ing wall of fire erupted from behind Terica. I backed away but she assured me, "It'
My Sister's Lacy Panties TGMy Sister's Lacy PantiesMy Sister's Lacy Panties TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything.
The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore.
I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me.
Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?"
I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?"
Allison gave me a once over and a weird
Meanies TGMeaniesMeanies TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mona hummed to herself as she locked the front door of the video game store and pulled the metal chain cover in place. Most of the clerks hated closing, the loneliness and staying late after everyone had left to take care of accounting and setup for the next day. Not Mona. She loved it.
Turning from the storefront, she drank in the muddy gray sky. The perpetual tide of the harsh parking lot lights mixing with the amber trickle of street lights made sure any and all stars were washed away by the glow of the city. Mona had seen stars in the sky once as a kid, on a family vacation in the desert. She cried the whole time about the strange lights which filled the usually-blank heavens.
No, for Mona, it was only the moon and the colorless sea. She lingered a moment with the slender crescent of the moon and brushed back her hair, a detailed weave of blond and mint-gum colors which was densest at her shoulder.
After she'd had her moment with the dull-gray abyss, Mona walked slow
The Gun TGThe GunThe Gun TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eric Cole ran as his ex-girlfriend, Misty, screamed though the hallway, "I'm gonna blast your balls off!"
When he responded to heavy knocks on the front door of his apartment, it may have appeared she was leveling a handgun at him. But the colorful, purple handle gave away the true nature of her weapon.
He had no idea how he dodged the first blast of light and energy. Instinctively, he pushed the door in her face but her legs were already through and nothing would keep her out.
After the hallway and the threat still ringing in his ears, Eric sprinted into the living room and grabbed the mirror off the wall. It was tall and narrow and made for a decent shield.
Misty stalked around the corner, her colorful gun leading. Her black hair seemed darker than usual with tendrils that splayed across her forehead like spider legs. While a head shorter than him, Eric knew never to underestimate Misty with how much time she spent kickboxing in the gym.
In fact, with the shine of swea
IGirl - TGA ripple spread beneath my clothing, my stomach caving inwards in a sudden burst of pain. The pill bottle falls besides me, rolling across the ground, and I scrabble for it; my dark little secret, the thing nobody can be allowed to know I took.IGirl - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another stream of pain shoots through my arms, the bones crushing inwards. The flesh feels like it's peeling off my body in some places, and being welded against my bones in others. I can feel my sides working in, my face changing. I sneeze repeatedly as my nose grows smaller, and my lips grow plumper, my ears changing too. Hair grows over them, sliding down my backside as it arcs in pain, my growing bottom dumping me on the floor.
I take desperate breaths to try and get enough air when my organs begin to shift; it's hard to not pass out, but I still don't have the bottle. I'm still in the boys bathroom. I giggle at a little at that, a stream of historicalness that seems to be trying to tear me inside out.
My flesh moves in miniature waves, slid
Sadie and the Ring TGSadie and the RingSadie and the Ring TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sadie woke from her nap in the usual way, to the beeping of a telephone. Pressing the receiver to her ear, she listened carefully despite the lingering tiredness of her mind.
The voice, which she'd never heard before, said, "I can't believe that jerk took my ring. I oughta report him."
Another voice, which she'd also never heard before, answered, "Like they'll do anything to him. Big jock like that."
Sadie sat up and cracked her back gently along its length. A bit of static rippled through the phone call and another voice, one much deeper, emerged and said, "Dude! You would not believe the primo ring I just scored. It looks expensive. Wonder if I can hawk it."
Carefully, Sadie set the phone down. She didn't need to hear anymore. She understood where she needed to go and what she needed to do. Getting up from her couch, she walked over to her bathroom and washed her face gently.
She afforded herself on a quick look in the mirror. Sadie only came up to the botto
tg - a subsitute teacherThe school bell rang and all students went on their way to their classes. Even Paul and his girlfriend Clara were just coming into the classroom. As they sat in their seats, Paul asked his girlfriend: Do you know where is our teacher, Mrs. Miller?" I have no idea but she probably is sick." Answered Paul. At this moment, even the head teacher came into the classroom and she said that Mrs. Miller was ill and would be expected as a temporary substitute teacher lead the class. She put an apple on the table and said the following when going out: This apple is intended as a welcome gift, so none of you touch him!".tg - a subsitute teacher5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2 hours passed and no one appeared, and was already ringing in the break. All went out only Paul and Clara stayed in the room as usual. Hey Paul would you dare to eat the apple?" Asked Clara. Without saying anything he went as a teacher's desk and ate the whole apple. You see no problem, no one remembers that anyway," he said with a broad grin. As he
TG - PainKillersThis text contains TGTG - PainKillers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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James yawned, and then tried to remember what had happened the previous night. He thought as hard as possible, but that only made the headache from his hangover all the more painful. He clenched his head for a couple of seconds until the pain subsided to manageable, before sending his fingers through his short black hair. He suddenly realized that he couldn't even remember how he had gotten home last night.
He looked down to see that he was still wearing the same jeans and tee-shirt that he'd worn when he had gone out. He got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash up. He turned left to where he thought the door would be, and walked into the wall.
"That's strange," he thought aloud, "I thought..." He then spun round in realization. This wasn't his room; his mind had
Revenge of the Geeks - TGJace grinned as his fist slammed into the lockers, relishing the feel of power as William whimpered. He ignored the pain, keeping the grin on his face as he leaned in close enough to spread his nacho breath across the boy's thick glasses. "Where's my homework, Willy?" he demanded, keeping an eye on the guy to see if he'd actually piss his slacks. It had been weeks since he'd gotten a picture like that for his collection. "You were supposed to get me my homework, remember? Make it look nice and pretty for me to take into my teachers? I'm finally at the point where I can hand in an A paper without suspicion, Willy. You can't let me down now, when I got my parents all primed."Revenge of the Geeks - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I I don't I don't have your homework today, Jace," he whimpered, the voice grating on his ears. He ground his fist deeper into the locker, taking the pain in return for the look of stark terror on Willy's face as he let out another grin.
"You don't have my papers, huh? Guess you only did enough homework
Our House TG - Part 2 of 2Our House (continued from Part 1)Our House TG - Part 2 of 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could tell she was serious. Her hand trembled a little with her grip. Slowly, she looked away and said, "So you don't go into black doors. That's the end. No more of it."
She turned away from the door and cleared her throat. "We can go back and find the beach. It's nice. You don't even need a swimsuit. You dry instantly anyway." She gave a little laugh and started walking away from the black door. I followed her around a corner. She stopped fast and panted in front of me. I looked ahead.
There was another black door right next to the white one we'd entered through. Only this one was open a crack. Just a crack. It shifted a little. The door undulated like how the bathroom door used to do when it was really windy and it was just barely open. It moved out and back. The latch clicked a little when it touched. The sound was like crunching something brittle under foot.
Maggie took a long breath and bent her head around to me. "Stop thinking about bl
TG - The Art of FuThe Art of Fu: A Legend BeginsTG - The Art of Fu5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been lucky for a while.
As a little kid, I wanted to get picked for something in class and the teacher just happened to pick me. I got the winning run in a little league game because the other team committed seventeen errors in a single play. A prize machine once paid out all its tickets to me.
It didn't happen with everything. And sometimes, on the things I wanted the most, it never seemed to work. But when I was really focused and relaxed, it was like things bended my way. It got really weird when I wanted a personal fridge in my bedroom and it just appeared one day. So far as my mom was concerned, I'd had it for years.
I thought of my friend with black hair instead of blond hair (like he always wanted) and he came to school with it one day. I always happened upon the biggest secrets in Zelda, I never died in any of the bullet hell shooters I loved, and I always won in matches verses friends.
I was humble about it with all the dirty looks I
My Sister's Panties - TGJacob blushed as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, the pink cotton sliding between his fingers. He bit his lip as he looked around, eyes darting across the pink of his sister's room before finally settling on the filched panties. He hesitated for a moment before clutching them to his chest, balling the smooth cloth in his hands before darting to the room next door and collapsing on his bed.My Sister's Panties - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sighed in relief, happy to have succeeded cleanly this time as he glanced furtively around the room, eyes resting on the closed door for a moment before his gaze relaxed. He smiled to himself, as he hooked a finger to each side of the jeans and began to tug. The cold air sent shivers down his spine and down into his brain as the cloth slid smoothly down his legs, the hair shaved clean beneath its covering. The underwear slid off next, flopping to the floor.
He lifted a foot from the pile, leaning back a little as he carefully placed one foot then the other through the cotton holes, pul
Scaredy Cat TGScaredy CatScaredy Cat TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was very much almost drunk. Very nearly. I was sure I was pretty close to it but there was no way I was gonna pay for another drink. So I figured I'd ask my buddies for their best stories on the chance that might work at pushing me the rest of the way to drunk. It makes sense when you're very close to drunk.
Victor sat across from me. He was way over the drunk hump and to the point that every little sound was a work of absolute comedy. He'd chuckle through his stubble-speckled lips like an old smoker in a hacking fit. After he managed to drain his beer without giggling into it, I asked him for a story.
My question brought another round of laughs from him. He slapped the table once and said, "Clean out! Notta one. Howbout Roy?" His hand landed on Roy, who sat beside him, with all the subtly of a depth charge. "Got any funny shuff?"
Roy regarded Victor with a wobbling gaze. He was clearly just as drunk as Victor. But he was the quiet type when drunk. He cradled the h
You Are Me - TGYou Are MeYou Are Me - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are me. Embrace me. Embrace us."
I willed myself not shiver at the sound. They wouldn't find me, I told myself. They were still just scanning, getting rid of the easy ones first. Digging into closets would be a last resort. I was sure of it.
"We will be one, together. There is no escape."
They spoke as a singular presence in a stereo of identical, womanly voices. Each word perfectly in sync. Before my buddy Ethan was one of them, he used the analogy of the Borg. Big Star Trek fan. He got assimilated too.
Shutting my eyes only helped me to hear them better and I didn't have the balls to try covering my ears. Too much of a chance I might noisily scuff something.
"You will be perfection. You will be one of us. You will be beautiful, always."
I tried to find a comfortable position where I was in the closet. Their icy-blue vision slipped into flashes behind my tired, twitching eyes.
Four days ago. At least. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. That was when it started. I didn'
Explicit ChangeHe stared at the vial in his hands. Was this really what he wanted?Explicit Change4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What was he thinking? Of course it was. He had spent the last six months working on it. How could he suddenly not want it anymore? He gazed off into space, swirling the vial of clear liquid. Once he took the plunge, there was no going back. With great mental effort, he pushed the doubt from his mind. Resolve filled him; he knew he was meant for this.
Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbled together from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, he pulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid began to froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vial slightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vial calmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkier appearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial, and the liquid became warm.
It was ready.
Bracing himself, he took a deep breath, and
Kats TGKatsKats TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started as a simple, lazy Saturday morning.
Toby had just managed to wake from his late afternoon nap to see his roommate Ron come home with groceries.
Staggering from the saggy, white couch in the living room, Toby muttered an offer to help put things away.
Ron grinned, tucked a hand in his pocket, and brushed back his shoulder-length brunette hair. "I got it, dude. Guess who I saw at the market."
Toby barely stifled a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes. He shook a head and guessed, "Meg Ryan."
Ron gave a quick little laugh. For the last few weeks, Toby had been nudging Ron to get his long hair trimmed because of how much he looked "like a chick" from the back. Ron's response was to note how Toby's dirty-blond, tightly curly locks looked like Meg Ryan's hair from the back.
Setting the milk on its little shelf in the fridge, Ron answered, "I saw Kat. She's thinking of heading to a movie later with a friend and asked if we'd like to come along."
Cracking his neck a
Man Ban TG - Part 2Man Ban Part 2Man Ban TG - Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The buzzing of the alarm clock brought a return to consciousness and a fluttering of hope, though it only lasted as long as it took to shift my legs around my featureless groin. Screaming soon followed with Leon pushing open my door. My fear and terror hardened to a point and I blasted from the covers to throttle Leon. I screamed to his wide eyes, "You FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Slamming him into the hallway felt good. I raged, "FOR A DAMN GAME! YOU DID THIS! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
Leon leaned back and said, "Shel I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe you had a nightmare. So come on just calm down. Don't go ape-shit on me!" My fingers loosened around Leon and I eased off him. I questioned him on recent events and, according to Leon, we did have a disagreement about the sound level but Leon turned it down a bit so I could sleep. If only that could've been how things really were. Asking with narrowed eyes, I posed the question to him, "What ge