The breeze was cool against the back of each of the girls necks as they stood in the grassy fields, the stone ruins on one side, and the gigantic magical school on the other. The sky was almost completely void of clouds, save for the odd straggler here and there still lingering around even after the cold morning air had warmed up to be a pleasantly warm day, a wind blowing down on the giggling girls anytime the sun started to heat up their black witch uniforms.
 
 
Atsuko was wavin

The afternoon sun shined its way through the cracked windows of the now almost completely empty classroom 2D. The quiet murmur of lingering students chatting about the day full of classes, or what they would be doing later that evening wafted its way into the surprisingly roomy wooden room, where a single soul was occupying some of the unfilled space. A soft scratching of ballpoint on off-white study sheets and overly exasperated sighs signified the work trapped women, her eyes glancing up at

Moirah. A town known for a lot of things, many of them well known to the residents of the quiet community. Things such as peace and quiet, friendly folks, and a safe place… None of those things would be true today. No, things were going to be quite different, especially for a select few special people.
 
 
The only noise the being made was a light breathing, like a predator on the watch for prey, its eyes darting left and right, then back again as it watched the paved streets fro

The soft sunlight shown through the stained glass windows of the quiet church that hid itself away from the stores and apartments neighboring it. The calm silence was broken when the dark haired, uniform laiden girl let out a small sigh, that cut through the early morning air. Hifumi brought her fist slowly up to her smooth, near perfect lips, and touched her knuckle to them, doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand. That current task for her, was figuring out the best move to use on

The low, red light cut through the heavy foggy smoke that surrounded the patron seating of Crossroads, the clouds curling around the floor, the gold curtains softly shimmering in sequence with the low jazz playing on the radio. The best way to describe the bar was elegant sleaze. There was clearly order and an odd charm, but like many a bar in Japan’s lowly red light district of Shinjuku, there was an odd air of discomfort and untrust. The drunken mumbles of salary men, and the high pitched

(Tae)
Doctor Death
 
 
Tae sat behind the front counter of her small, back alley clinic, her strapped high heels resting up on the desk, a passive look on her face as she awaited a text back from her little guinea pig. Outside of a few bits of chatter from the residents of the area doing their daily tasks of shopping and cleaning, along with the local kids chattering, the day had been quiet and relatively calm. This was the usual though outside of the odd patient here and there c

The naked girl was sitting over in the corner of the dark, foul smelling room, tears were rolling down her eyes as she hugged her legs and body close. The girl heard loud scraping and other crying and screaming sounds ring out from the other side of the metal door trapping her inside the room she was currently residing in. The girl, like most other people of the world, was your average Pokemon trainer. She had been exploring the Petalburg woods after hearing a report of some legendary Pokemon

Dylan’s and Tori’s lust filled moans snapped Stacy out of her grim fantasy of ending her life, her skin crawled at the thoughts that had just invaded her head. Stacy felt broken, she wanted to die, but there was still this sad sense of… Hope? No, it wasn’t hope, but something was keeping her alive. Stacy just sat there, her eyes red after the past hour of crying, they finally stopped with a heavy sob as she wiped her gunk laced face.
 
 
Stacy truly thought Dylan had loved

Stacy was the definition of perfection, the type of girl who your parents would be more proud of than their own son, even though she wouldn’t want you to feel that way. Stacy was the type of girl every guy in American dreamed of marrying one day and starting a family with. Stacy was tall, smart, athletic, good looking: The whole package. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon, with the sun shining calmly through the upstairs window of Stacy’s room. While the light would usually wake most people

The sisters laid there, paralyzed, their legs and arms painfully constricted together by sticky, stinging kelp, their limbs bent backwards so they were high in the air behind their back, the rest of their body arched. Placed in both of their now extremely sore mouths was a shiny red apple, propping open the usually noisy caverns open, while also filling the role of a sinisterly sweet ballgag.
 
 
Both of the squid pop sensations were completely stripped of their usual attire, exc

The
light from the slowly rising morning sun reflected off pooled beads
of precipitation that clung to finely woven webs and grass alike.
Although the area surrounding the small cottage was a place of great
conflict, violence and bloodshed, the morning was, oddly pleasant.
The only sounds that had been truly audible, were those of the
morning songbirds, and the babbling creak slowly taking leaves and
fish down the stream. A single man stood adjacent to the smooth,
industrial wooden door of the c