Unravelled - A Brief IntroductionThe warm summer sun hovered over the sprawling metropolis of Piltstown, brightening the Sunday afternoon for the civilians below. The city was calm, the few people out that day either heading out to lunch or back to work, and the day generally had a very positive vibe to it.
While the day felt positive to most, with a essentially no crime and clear skies, to some it was rather boring. The police on patrol could do nothing but enjoy their lunch and nap while they weren't lazily driving about, and a large faint shadow made it clear that another particular person was disappointed in the day as well.
Hovering in the sky at about the same level as the tops of the skyscrapers was a humanoid figure, black to the observers below that happened to look up in the direction of it. Its feminine shape was near-lifeless as it slowly passed over the streets, the only motion being its head moving from side to side.
The owner of the figure, a young female superhero called "Unravelled", was scanning the
Lady the Assistant: Part 1 of 4?She couldn't believe she was doing this. A complete stranger she met, and already she was doing him a favour.Lady the Assistant: Part 1 of 4?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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It all started in a bar. A handsome man had come up to Lady and offered her a free drink, which of course she couldn't refuse, and they started talking. A couple of drinks in, and the man which Lady found out to have the name "Ross" started claiming to be a magician. At the start, Lady found it quite interesting; a man that performed tricks for a living, playing on the weaknesses and gullible natures of the people around him; until he said that he could do magic for real.
The now-tipsy Lady was a bit sceptical, but she played with it. He asked for her hand, grabbing a pack of cards from his pocket, and she held it out for him. Then with such a quick and smooth motion it caught Lady by surprise, which considering her past was quite an impressive feat, he picked up the top card from the deck and slipped it through her wrist.
If she wasn't drunk she'd be analys
Leotard 1: Flexibility, NotPerforming is just a way to show my abilities to the public. Not my real ones, unfortunately, but the ones given to me by my favourite leotard. My real abilities aren't really interesting, to tell you the truth, so that's why I used the leotard.Leotard 1: Flexibility, Not5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Coming to this venue, therefore, was a wise decision. No-one expects to tell what they've seen, due to the size and unpopularity, and only the true fans have an interest in it. The location of this venue, however, was not decided by me but by my late grandmother. She told me that strong hunches could be brought to my leotard, and others like it, and that these were often true and influential on fate.
In fact, going to the venue in this city was a hunch brought to me by the leotard I perform with. I felt that I was going to meet the man of my dreams in this city, and it was almost perfectly correct. I did meet a man, but he wasn't of my dreams, but then again I won't see a unicorn anytime soon.
I noticed this man during my performance, actually.
A Change in LindsayLindsay's changed I guess it must have been the magic.A Change in Lindsay5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I mean, it started out small. A couple of days after we discovered magic, in school, Lindsay placed something on the teacher's chair. It looked quite small and round, a lot like a golf ball. When the teacher came in, she freaked out slightly, then calmed down as she held it up. It was an eyeball.
The teacher thought the eyeball was a bit of soft candy that was partially eaten, and so did the rest of the class, except for Lindsay and myself. I also think Sally knew what it really was, as she was already getting used to seeing us do little tricks in front of her (me not as much as Lindsay I tended to just do things that emphasised my actions, whereas she did it to entertain herself). The thing is that it was a real eyeball Lindsay's to be exact.
After questioning the class for about five minutes about it, to which she got no response. She then threw it in the bin, where it stayed until recess an hour later. Linds
Lady the Assistant: Part 3 of 4"Well, now that Lady is limbered up from The Twister," Ross announced to the cheerful audience, "I think she's about ready to be pressed short..." As smoothly as the first prop glided offstage, another one slid in, this one with a horizontal box almost the length of Lady's body. "...in an illusion I call 'Compressed'!"Lady the Assistant: Part 3 of 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lady felt fine with this next illusion, looking at the box with a curious glance. Thinking the illusion through in her head, she caught the idea that it was a rather conventional illusion Ross pressing her head and feet together inside the box, shortening her to a matter of centimetres for the audience. She actually felt excited by this, and without any guidance from Ross, practically hopped into the illusion.
"Well, it looks like Lady's a bit eager," Ross said to the audience, who gave a little laugh as he closed her inside, "So we might as well begin as soon as possible."
With a little bit of effort, Ross gave a shove of the box on both sides of her head, slidin
An Afternoon with ZakEverybody has a subconscious the guide, driven on both impulse and common sense, that helps nudge the person of which they live in side. In most people they're quite small, and only give the occasional voice of opinion when it comes to a hard decision; others, like me in Teeny, are quite large almost to the effect that I am a separate personality inside her.An Afternoon with Zak3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We more distinct subconsciouses are usually a by-product of mental instability; a result of experiencing torture and pain, even indirectly, that affects someone deeply. Teeny and I are a prime example of this. The poor girl had to witness her father suffer indescribable pain when she was just a child, until his eventual death.
However, over time she recovered, and moved on with her life. The memories of her father's torture became a repressed figment of her mind; only emerging when she joined someone's quest that involved the torturers, and fading away once more once it was over. Only two things remained of her experi
Collaboration of PartsNow that Ryan and I had learned how to fix what we had done, we were desperate to continue with playing 'Magicians'. Of course, I had been sawn in half, but there were so many other things to try out.Collaboration of Parts5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a quick and quiet breakfast, Ryan and I retreated into my bedroom to talk about magic. We were both filled with the adrenaline of keeping it secret from my Mum, and we wanted to get rid of it by doing more magic. Unfortunately, we couldn't do magic with my Mum in the house, so we had to devise a plan to get us to play.
"How about if we hide in the basement?" Ryan asked.
"No," I said, "Mum said last week that she'd be cleaning it out today."
"Oh," He said, "Then how about going to my house?"
"Is your Mum there?" I asked him.
"Yes, but she's not doing anything in the basement. Plus, there are plenty of unused boxes down there."
"We'll have to ask my Mum if we can go, but that sounds great."
It was agreed. We would head down a couple of blocks to Ryan's house and do magic in his
Closer than EverI thought Sally just wanted to be alone, seeing as she never wanted to play with Ryan and I. I thought she was too scared to try out new things, or just plain shy. When Sally came to see Ryan and me at Ryan's house, I knew there was a lot more to her than that.Closer than Ever5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come down here!" Ryan called to Sally, putting the knife down.
"Why don't we show her that I was telling the truth." I asked him.
"Okay." He replied, then shouted to Sally "Take your time while we get ready!"
"I'll get a drink, then!" I heard from upstairs as I knew she was walking away.
"So what should we try?" I asked Ryan, "I mean, what should we do to show Sally that we can do magic."
"How about cutting you up into even smaller pieces," He replied in a loud whisper.
"Okay, but hurry." I said, lying down on a bare patch of ground.
In about a minute Ryan had cut me up into about ten pieces, from my head to my feet. When he cut me up, he just placed the pieces next to him. With his quick cutting motions, it gave a stron
Bionic Student - The CreationAfter the refinement of artificial organ growth, ethics have begun to grow into debate. What was once a near certain chance of death, brain damage or loss of function is now only a slight chance most organs and body parts being able to be replaced within days instead of the impossible dream of months. No more amputated fingers from circular saw accidents new ones are now stitched on; no more failing livers or hearts from years of abuse new ones are surgically implanted and function normally. Even small portions of the brain now capable through neuron moulding in MRI technology can restore one's memory or higher functions that were lost up to years beforehand. Humanity can now bite back at death, keeping thousands each day from its door.Bionic Student - The Creation4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, humans are not yet immortal, and though one could theoretically be brought back from death with continuous treatment, the rights to choose death over the suffering that comes from treatment comes into question
Bionic Student - a PreviewAfter the refinement of artificial organ growth, ethics have begun to grow into debate. What was once a near certain chance of death, brain damage or loss of function is now only a slight chance most organs and body parts being able to be replaced within days instead of the impossible dream of months. No more amputated fingers from circular saw accidents new ones are now stitched on; no more failing livers or hearts from years of abuse new ones are surgically implanted and function normally. Even small portions of the brain now capable through neuron moulding in MRI technology can restore one's memory or higher functions that were lost up to years beforehand. Humanity can now bite back at death, keeping thousands each day from its door.Bionic Student - a Preview4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, humans are not yet immortal, and though one could theoretically be brought back from death with continuous treatment, the rights to choose death over the suffering that comes from treatment comes into question
Fix Me This Instant!Fix Me This Instant!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fix me this instant!"
"Ach, stop pulling my hair and let me finish."
"Okay... what do you mean it won't work?!"
"I just don't know what went wrong."
"Well, fix me then!"
"I can't, and I have to finish this show."
"Well, as soon as you do... FIX ME!"
"Okay, meet me after the show. For now just get yourself back in your seat."
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He had finally done it. In his many years of performing magic, Greg had never failed to restore someone... until now. He was just sawing a volunteer in half in his show when she reacted angrily, and after that he wasn't able to put her back together. He had promised her that he would meet with her now, after the conclusion of the show, to have a decent attempt at putting her back together.
A loud series of thuds emanated from the door, which visibly shook with each strike. Racing to open the door before the hinges broke, he was greeted by a scowling canine, her top half clinging onto her thighs as if for dear life.
"Um... come in?" He greeted the angry volun
Bionic Student - Losing Her HeadUniversity is boring. Well, not the culture: that part of university is just the start of one's life in the real world, and the experiences of that are much richer than that of high school. The actual education... that can get quite slow and tedious, which is why some people try to avoid it. I try to go to every class, very rarely skipping it, but some days I just wish to stay in bed.Bionic Student - Losing Her Head3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Groaning awake, I retrieve my head that had rolled down the bed towards the divot between my separated chest and waist, and rubbed my eyes. After a long night of completing my homework and fetching my body parts from my bored and mischievous friend and roommate Grace, I had decided to just collapse into sleep in the four or five parts I was divided into. It wasn't something I'd normally do, but from that much exhaustive work I just didn't have the energy to sleep in one piece.
"You finally awake?" Grace asked from the kitchen towards the front of the house. She seemed to have the energy of a caffein
ReplacementsIt was so long since I lost my body to a heart attack. I had almost forgotten about what my body feels like, believing that my body was alien to me. I was used to being carried around, fed, and having another person so all the other stuff that I'd be able to do if I had a body. My mouth was my best feature, using it to have people with me for hours on end, locked in friendly conversation.Replacements5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I liked being a head, but what I longed for was a body. Claudia occasionally gave me rides on her neck, but that wasn't enough.
It came to my surprise then, when both Claudia and I were both requested for upgrades to our systems. We were both ecstatic about this, but in my head I asked myself multiple questions. It had to be something with our heads, but what was it? Why was it so necessary? Could it be upgrades to the nutrient packs, but then again, didn't heads have their own digestive system?
Claudia carried me into the meeting room where Bob and a couple of other workers, including a hospitality w
The Magic Bra : Chapter 2 - A TG StoryThe Magic Bra : Chapter 2 - A TG Story2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a long nap, Jeremy finally woke up. He couldn't remember what had happened the night before, the last thing he remembered was that he wanted to try out his new clothes before he went to bed. He was laying on his bed as he tried to recollect his thoughts, and eventually he rose up whilst still sitting on the bed. Jeremy immediately noticed the long strands of dark brown hair that covered his vision, which shocked him. He brushed them off with his fingers, which he noticed were very small and dainty compared to usual. He then remembered the whole bra ordeal, and quickly rose off from bed in search of a mirror. He ran from his bedroom to the bathroom, and all the while he felt extremely weird but didn't dare to look down. He opened the bathroom door and looked at the huge wall mirror. He obviously expected something to be different, but what he saw made his heart race.
It wasn't his reflection in the mirror, It wasn't the masculine French man Jeremy, but rather it was the
Transformations Ball 1The Transformations Ball: JennyTransformations Ball 13 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jenny looked at her reflection in the mirror in the ladies room. Her golden hair drawn into a pony-tail. Her face made up to give her pretty features the look of a middle-eastern harem girl. The look continued below where a bikini of pale blue transparent fabric supported and displayed her bust. In her navel sparkled a blue stone that might be a sapphire.
Barely above her hips began Harem pants in the same material as her top. Jenny was amazed and confused by what was below. Instead of her legs, as might be expected, she disappeared into a trail of smoke that wafted lazily into the spout of the Aladdin-style lamp that had been placed on the counter in front of the mirror.
She picked up the lamp and drifted purposefully out of the door to continue her organisational duties.
Jenny was an events planner with an events planning agency and was accustomed to organising all aspects of all sorts of events; everything from charity dinners to celebrity
Housemates The whole thing started with an ad online. I was looking for a place to live, and I found a woman with a place that she couldn't afford to rent by herself. I took a look at the place, and it was pretty nice. Full facilities, good neighborhood, the whole deal. She would have preferred a female housemate, and I'm usually leery about moving in with strangers, so it wasn't exactly an ideal situation for either of us, but she was coming down to the wire on funds, and I really needed a place to lay down roots. We swallowed our objections and shook hands, and I settled in.Housemates3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cohabitation was awkward for the first few weeks, but I coped by avoiding contact with my new housemate as much as possible, in an effort to solve the problem by ignoring it. I'm a freelance software engineer with a few corporate contracts in the works, and I prefer to work from home. I also do some game coding on the side, my attempt to break into an industry I actually enjoy, so I work
Night Out TGIt was just a regular night out with the boys. No occasion, we just hadn't been out together for a long time. Little did I know that such a simple night out would change my entire life forever.Night Out TG4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It's hard to remember the night perfectly, a lot of drinks went down that night. The time was... the time was... it was late, well very early in the morning. We queued up and eventually got into what was probably our third or fourth club of the night. Like most drunk people, I danced, extremely poorly, into the night until I bumped into a very, very hot girl. As usual, my first words to this girl was soe pathetic chat up line. Knowing me it would have been something like "grab your coat you've pulled" or some other crap like that. I offered her a drink, but she refused, "I only buy my own drinks, but I'll get one for you if you like." I knodded and as I went to say what I wanted she walked off towards the bar.
It was a while before she came back. She held a drink in each hand. She gave me my sur
Rachel's sawing spectacularThe show had been a good one to Rachel. The magician had shown beyond a doubt he was capable of actual magic. He had started out with the traditional card tricks and appearing doves, and had even pulled a rabbit from a hat (albeit ironically). So far the highlight had been his levitation illusion, where a sceptical journalist had inexplicably risen 15 feet into the air, done several backflips, one through a hoop hanging from the ceiling. He wasn’t sceptical after that. As the magician quieted the audience the lights swept over the old town theatre and back onto the man clad in the black tuxedo with a spotted bow tie.Rachel's sawing spectacular2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Okay ladies and gentlemen, for my final trick of the evening I need a volunteer from the audience to lend me a hand!” he boomed across the theatre. The magician’s eyes feel upon Rachel, sitting in the audience in a small black dress and heels. She slowly raised her hand. “Yes you there my dear! Second row in the black dress, do y
Playing With One's FoodPlaying With One's Food2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes of a beast. It is for whatever reason, that this fancies him and his desire...it matters not where you hide, you cannot stay there for long...he can smell you, hear you, feel your very being from quite some distance.
The mind of a human is his most favored plaything...he will warp and tease it with the likes of starvation, dehydration
Not One PerfectA man desires for one that will not cause sorrow. One woman, while she may be wonderful, would not be the one he desires. Even the ones close to perfect are not enough, they would only cause him pain and regret. However, what he cannot see in one he sees in many, and all parts of a whole he desires.Not One Perfect5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside this man's house a woman waited. Her body is young and beautiful, but her mind is younger. She is unique to him, only meeting her once, but falling in love in an instant. The Casanova he was, he seduced her into visiting him, a large bouquet of roses in her hands.
His house is large and made of stone, not a castle or a mansion but a spacious abode. The walls are bare and windows are minimal, only enough to allow light in but not out. A garden spreads throughout the yard, casting a bright yet unusual distraction to the seemingly-lifeless house at the heart.
She gave a knock, then another, and then a third; but by the time she reached the fourth the door creaked open, blowing a cool
Magician assistant tgShadow and a group of friends decided to go to a magicians show. Since Shadow had such great connections, he managed to get in cheaply, and get great seats. The room lights dim and the stage lights up. The curtains pull back, revealing a tall man with short black hair, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. He even wore a cape. Around him were the typical magician objects, including a box for sawing, a three part box, and two tables. Welcome, said the magician to the crowd, this shall be a wonderful night, tonight. I shall show to the world a few tricks, hope you enjoy the show. With this said, he turns around, looks at his stuff, and turns back to the crowd. He shouts, Well, well, what do we have here We dont have an assistant, and we have a special guest in the house tonight. A worker in a maids outfit walked up to where Shadow and friends were. Excuse me, said the girl, but before she could continue, Shadow said,Magician assistant tg6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Genre, Oh GenreGenre, Oh Genre2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
The Opposite Day Genie IIThe Opposite Day Genie IIThe Opposite Day Genie II5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Mature content warning! Story might mention sexual themes, minor cussing, and all around strangeness... it happens...)
The front door to the house burst open as the oblivious catgirl skips out onto the porch and begins her springy jog toward the downtown cosplay convention. It was nearly impossible for John to contain his excitement as every lovely bounce and curvaceous swing of Kim's body echoes through his silky consciousness.
"Best... day... ever..." John sighs to himself, complelety lost in bliss.
Rolling her eyes, Sylvia feels obliged to interrupt. "Hey bra boy... You do know that technically you are cradling the breasts of my former brother..."
"Yeah, but it's so much better than being stuck in the butt of my beautiful girlfriend, wouldn't you say? Because according to a conversation with your last boyfriend, you apparently "don't like it in the ass..." How's the we
A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
the blowing dust and ash...
calling me from all directions.
From the shadows did I hear the bellow of some beast...
And from my chest, the beat of my fearful heart...
Beating breath after breath from my dry mouth...
The growling carried on...
past the blowing dust and into my dreading ears,
And emerged the beast from the dust shrouded dark.
Its heads were three,