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LiteratureBirth by blood and PainDr. Cullman read through his notes, focusing his mind on the case before beginning the session. He reclined slightly in his chair. The small room around him was covered in paper. Crouched on the bed before him, a young girl balanced a clipboard on her knees, scratching away furiously with her pencil. Dr. Cullman watched her for a moment. His patient, Tina Trelane, was nine years old. Despite her age, the pages piled next to her were covered with calculus exercises. Tina not only had a gift but an obsession with mathematics. Cullman had a theory on that. To him it seemed like Tina was desperate to quantify her world, forcing it to make sense. What had made her this way, however, was still in question. He looked up from his notes to quietly observe her. She was ignoring him, as she frequently did, never looking up from her work. Her strawberry blond hair fell over her face, only to be brusquely brushed aside. “Tina, I’d like to talk to Arches today.” Dr. Cullman kept his voice low andFantasy and sci-fi stories

LiteratureAbby's AbsWhen Abigail, Abby to her friends and family, got home she quickly went upstairs to change. Her parents wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours which meant she was free to do what she wanted. For Abby, that always meant one thing. Once she had changed into her workout clothes, she returned downstairs and entered the basement. Her parents may not have understood their 18-year-old daughter’s obsession, but they were loving and supportive and had let her convert the basement into her own little heaven; though what she was about to subject herself to would amount to most peoples’ hell. The basement gym had everything she needed; a matted floor, stacks of weights, and various pieces of equipment all neatly arranged. Wasting no time, Abby quickly began going through her regular warm-ups, starting with far more weight than would be expected of a young woman. But then, Abby had never been a very normal young lady. Abby returned the weights to the rack before returning to face theFemale muscle stories

LiteratureGoblinI waited out side the principal’s office. There was a coloring book, but I figured I’d leave it for someone else. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:30 p.m. She’d really done it this time. The door opened and my sister Kate emerged. She glided out gracefully like she hadn’t just spent the last hour being chewed out by the principle. Her face was serene, like I imaged a princess must look. I jumped of my chair and fell in step with her, having to run a little every now and then to make up for her long, quick moving legs. She kept up the pace until we’d left the school before slowing down to my speed. She was sixteen, six years older than me, but she looked older. I’d heard her friends saying in jealous tones that she could date college boys. I was different. I was ten, but sometimes people mistook me for a tall eight year old. I’d grow out of it, Kate kept telling me. I didn’t really mind. We stopped at the corner store, to pick up the newspaper for dad. He worked a lot, so Kate tried toHorror style stories

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LiteratureSunThe knocking at my door was persistent and heavy. But I was sure that if I waited long enough, it would die away. And it did. But then Steven opened my door. “Dude? You awake?” he asked. Looking up from my pillow, I glared at him. “I am NOW.” “Sorry, man. Hey, come on. You gotta get up.” “Why?” I continued to glare to no avail. “It’s Saturday.” He stated bluntly as if I should understand. “Which means no work and, for me, no chores.” At this point I had given up on glaring him down and settled for glowering for my own mood. “But its activity day.” “So?” “You gotta come to at least one a month and this is the last one…” “We’re fucking ex-cons! What do we care about the goddamn rules!” despite my yelling, all I got from Steven was a thoughtful frown. “I’m pretty sure you need serious jail time to be an ex-con.” “Not the point.” I growled. Steven shrugged. “Either way, your gonna come. Now, do I carry you or you gonna get up?” We watched each other for a moment. He’d do it.Slice of life stories

Naruto's Chakra Glow-up (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

My Super little Sister (commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Family Bonding (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Naruto's Angels, Chap 2, finale (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Naruto's Angels, Chap 2, part 2/3 (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Naruto's Angels, Chap 2, 1/3 (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Naruto's Angels, Chap 1 (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Tifa's New Materia, Chap 2 (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature

Tifa's New Materia, chap. 1 (Commission) by MrBone-Jangles, literature