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False Mother: Dear Avery“Dear Avery,It’s okay, you didn’t have to apologize for having to leave earlier than expected, but I’m glad that we at least have the kids’ college covered.I’ve actually been sending Sara off frequently to spend time with Leonardo, despite her protests(I think that’s the word I want to use). They make such a cute couple! Even though there was that awkward incident years ago when he caught you and I kissing, not knowing that you had an… “identical twin.” Looking back on that, that was hilarious.But I’ve been fine by myself, even if it does get pretty lonely quite a bit of the time. Carrying all three at once, it’s been a couple years since I did that. I still remember the doctor’s face when I pushed all three out without even an epidural! It’s a good thing the social stigma toward expectant mothers being a bit more… revealing… has faded a bit, because I blew through every shirt I have!It
SpidersThere are places people should not go.At the edges of maps, cartographers used to draw tiny krakens, pixies and other eldritch sprites under legends such as "Here be dragons" to ward off those who's hearts yearned for adventure, but quivered at the thought of danger.Some, however, read such statements and see them as a challenge. Daring where others would see daunting.Some people just have to know. And sometimes they find something incredible, fame and fortune and renown the world over showered upon them.And sometimes they don't come back.*****The Eastern forests stretched like diaphanous green mould from horizon to horizon. There are no paths between those trunks, no roads and no villages. No way faring inns, no blacksmith to fix that broken blade and no farrier to reshoe the horse now long since drowned in a quagmire. Only darkness.And in the darkness, monsters.Sylvia lifted her eyes and looked to the heavens. It was raining, droplets spattered her face and though she was wea
Lady Imura"Men... Tell me, am I not the most wondrous thing you've ever seen?"There was a loud cheer of approval. She was."Am I not perfection made flesh?"Again they agreed."Am I not the heavenly vessel of divine providence? The embodiment of heavenly will?"She was, at least to them"Am I not the biggest thing you've ever seen?"Lady Imura, Shogun of the Daigo prefecture, was truly vast. She half lay propped in the rear of her heavily customized war wagon, parading in front of her troops. She wore thick, heavy armour with it’s overlapping plates covering her body like some great blood-red leviathan. A single plate covered her most valuable asset, more ornate and more reinforced than the helmet that encased her beautiful features, the mask separate so that she might address them. A huge curved bowl was strapped to the front of her, carved from ancient hardened camphor wood and coated in hammered bronze affixed over steel plates, protecting both her proudest, most valued and most vulner
The Final LessonTHE FINAL LESSONBY NED FOXMy training as a weight gain therapist was nearly complete. I had one four week seminar to complete to get my license in weight gain therapy.In 2038, with the complete elimination of all obesity related conditions, being obese or becoming obese are now a matter of personal choice, rather than a life threatening condition that was promoted thirty years ago. It has also, obesity, a valid treatment for several mental conditions, depression, post partum depression, violence behavior and aggression.I checked that catalog at my University. The only final course available was listed as being for women only and was taught by an instructor, who in knew as gay and did not like men at all. I checked with my advisor and told her my situation, that this was the last course I needed to complete my certification. I told her that this class would not be given again until the following spring semester! I wou