[PSP] Aliens, Ghosts, and Egg Salad! Oh My! by Balkaccino, literature
[PSP] Aliens, Ghosts, and Egg Salad! Oh My!
"-no no I'm telling you I think it had to be aliems! The town just built that crazy observatory out by the beach too and it's just a beacon to space!" Ester yelped as she ran literal circles around her family. "I'm sure someone just hacked the tv station for a bit and played a prank." Sable replied softly as he kept his eyes down, focused on the worn dirt road leading to the outskirts of Lilypad. "Come on Paulo." the weary otter called, glancing back to the third of the maned wolf pups. She kicked the dirt as she dragged her feet. "I don't want to do stupid flowers. I hate hiking out here every week." Lizzy sighed but said nothing as she waited patiently for Paulo to catch up before she started walking again. "I dunno I like Uncle Malak. I betchya he'll think they're aliems too." Ester chirped as she clasped her hands behind her, walking backwards. Sable rolled his eyes, "He doesn't even have electricity out here. He won't even know about it." "Well that means I can tell him
Lilypad Flowers It had been only two weeks since her birthday, but the beagle raider had never felt so happy. Malak had gone to town to buy some fertilizers. Jonas was off in the Hollow Forest. It was only her and her familiar today at the campsite. She skipped excitedly towards one of the greenhouses, reaching down and fluidly grabbing hold of a watering can as she passed by. She blinked, catching her slightly skewed reflection in the shiny can. Gently she twisted a lock of her new pink hair and smiled at her vibrant colored fur. Tenderly she touched the short soft fur and she couldn't hide the wide grin from stretching ear to ear. Two weeks and she hadn't reverted into the black shuck or defaulted into the mixed raider form. She smiled down at the golden cuff bracelet that Malak had enchanted for her. Suddenly she couldn't contain the burst of energy that filled her and she darted from side to side before breaking into a full sprint around the greenhouse, spilling the contents of
Shiloh Her mouth was hanging open in shock. "M-My backstory? Before I..." she stuttered and mumbled as she stumbled back a few steps away from the pink dragon. "N-No I... I can't." I can't think about it. I don't want to. She thought to herself as she backed away quickly while the memories flashed in a montage to the forefront of her mind despite her best efforts to keep them buried... An arranged encounter. A charming stud. Bread bakes and is stolen away by greedy hands who only see the dollar signs. They hear the cries but turn a blind eye. The charmer returns. Illness. It rots the bread, rendering it useless. The menagerie. A breath of peace. Stolen by another arranged encounter. A cold stud consumed with apathy. Bread bakes once more. Nearly half a dozen, though it would be if you included the former batch. Helpless. No power, no voice. No choice. The greedy ones steal the bread again. Escaping the manor. Kind hands guide and hide her in the flowers. The metal box pulls