City of the Night: You're Not a Monster, Love. by NightmareMP, literature
Literature
City of the Night: You're Not a Monster, Love.
Chapter 9: New Follower
Tearlit was watching a show while he cleaned his masks. The Great Terror Bird noticed his phone buzz a little bit. He set the mask he was cleaning down on the table. Tearlit picks up his phone and opens it. He noticed the notification from Raptor’s Note.
His account got a new follower. Tearlit decided to look at the new follower’s account. The dark violet feather male clicks on the profile picture. It was a picture of a blue peace sign. The account mostly posts about some theater acts or some plays the user likes.
Tearlit then scroll to a photo. It made his eyes grow wide in surprise. It was a picture of Roy at a gym. The emerald green haired male was wearing a gray tank top and some black sweatpants. His hair was put up into a tight ponytail. There was some sweat on his face from working out.
The post said “Remember to do some healthy things for your mental and physical health. Don’t do it for looks or someone. Do it for you” It was made on a national
Veridian Inc. - Welcome Aboard by chubbybellyfan, literature
Literature
Veridian Inc. - Welcome Aboard
Anna adjusted the collar of her crisp white blouse, smoothing it down over the waistband of her high-waisted skirt. She looked at herself in the mirrored elevator walls—blond hair tied neatly, lips glossed a soft rose, green eyes bright with ambition. It was her first day at Veridian Inc., and everything about the place, from the sleek glass building to the stylishly dressed people passing in and out of the lobby, screamed success.
She was early, of course. She always was.
HR welcomed her with smiles and a frothy cappuccino before ushering her into a discreet medical suite on the third floor. "Just a quick physical for our corporate health insurance records," the nurse chirped, leading Anna to a private room. Blood pressure, resting heart rate, a few standard questions. Then came the weigh-in.
Anna stepped onto the scale, slightly self-conscious.
"128 pounds. Great. Height... five foot six," the nurse noted, her voice light, almost cheerful. She took Anna’s waist and hip