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Costume TF continued..
Days past, days turned to weeks and I hadn't moved from that spot since I was changed, I don't know why but I was starting to be at ease with being a Xenomorph, I didn't know if it was the costumes comforts or if it was just messing with my head, I couldn't sit here any longer though....getting hungry....after I raid the fridge.....I'll try to figure this shit out.
The house was a complete mess, it could've reminded you of 'No man's land' from world war one. A large pile of post was gathering at the door, tables and chairs were slung to the floor, a huge packing box was on its side, packing peanuts all over the floor, paper and other household nick nacks were littered everywhere, lamps were on their sides and the TV on top of a wooden case in the corner was smashed in .even the wall mirror was broken, a deep splintered crack in the middle of it as if som
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"It's finally here! FINALLY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Hey!" I heard a banging on my wall. "Keep it down in there!" said my neighbor yelling at me.
"Sorry Paul just got over excited!" I yelled back.
"Well keep it down, sheesh!"
Being quiet after something I ordered over three months ago. The box appeared at my apartment door with a man asking for a signature. It barely fit thru my door. The box wasn't even that heavy but it was very bulky. I clumsily carried it thru my kitchen and into my bedroom. My apartment was quite large so I can move thru the living room / kitchen quite easily. I moved into my bedroom and laid the box down next to my bed. I moved my table in the center of my bedroom out of the way and cleared a space so I could lay out the costume.
"Lets see what we got here." I said leaning down to open the box up.
I looked in total shock, as I pulled out a large costume perfectly representing toothless from a recent movie. A perfect creation o
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Ash and Dawn were on a date (as friends)
They at in a casual restaurant, picked up a few necessities at the stores, watched the Volbeat and Illumise and at this moment were taking a walk through a field.
“This has been some night!” Ash responded.
“You got that right!” said Dawn.
“Say, Ash?” she asked.
“The moment seems appropriate and normally you would feel uncomfortable, but…”
“What” Ash asked
“Do you like, have a crush on anyone?” responded Dawn.
Ash’s expression went to a cringe-worthy one.
“Uh, well, I-“ he stammered
“You can tell me, Ash.” Dawn said
“I’ll tell you who I like if you’re comfortable enough to say who you like.”
Ash feeling somewhat confident decided to come right out and speak his mind.
“Well, Dawn,” Ash began.
“Before I traveled with you, I secretly kinda liked May. We always got along a lot better than me and Misty.
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"Uhh... sure." I replied, and wandered off. The shop might be called "Magical Emporium", but by all appearances it was just a room full of junk, packed end to end with shelves and tables and cabinets stuffed with chipped ornaments and worn books and every kind of useless flotsam and jetsam. Sam, my new boss, offhandedly mentioned these items were supposed to be 'magical', but that all their supposed power had been used up or otherwise expired, and that they were only of value to collectors now. To be honest, I couldn't imagine who on earth would want to collect a flute with only one end open, or a mirror with no reflective backing - which I had called a pane of musty glass in a frame, but Sam insisted it had once been a
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Or maybe it was the fact that she was always there! Sandra had been working at the Crump Industries for three months and every day the same receptionist was there when she arrived for work, and every time Sandra saw her, she looked fresh and energetic, like she had woken up barely an hour ago. Sandra had seen many different expressions on her colleague’s faces, stress, boredom, fatigue, weariness, even anger. But the face of the receptionist never