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It wasn’t often, really, that she came across a fellow nymph in a world like this. Of course she heard about Chelsey Sharhe in passing now and again, especially considering the drama that had occurred with Nevaeh and Yuzai and something about a wedding she had attended superficially. Shame with how that ended, but it wasn’t something to dwell on either. Chelsey was a teacher, and that was how they officially first met, when Sae brought her boys to the nymph’s residence to inquire about how that might go. Where should she enroll them? Just bring them here when she wanted to teach at certain hours? Yes they’re teenagers but they still need to learn, and by learn that meant not fairy things that nearly kidnapped them from her family. No, she wasn’t still upset about that, why would you ask? It wasn’t too long before Sae stuck around for a bit longer to actually talk with Chelsey rather than drop off her kids and run off to whatever she was going to do for the day. There was just

The day to day life that this particular one lived was routine until a point. Wake up sometime in the morning, scroll on the phone, watch for spiders in the corner of the room, and eventually get up to start on whatever had to be done for the day. Somewhere in the midst of that was make tea, feed cats, play with cats… not necessarily in that order, either. Today was a day of walking out and heading into town for a blood work follow up. No one had called to say it’s an emergency, come in sooner, so there was no worry as the car door was held open to let the heat out. Wasps were smacked away easily enough as the dark clad one slid inside and put the key in, turning the car on. The drive was short, punctuated by the local rock music station, and the car was parked before a commercial break had the chance to ruin the commute. It was early enough in the morning that stepping out of the car was not awful in terms of heat, but bothersome enough as this particular one enjoyed dark clothes

Welcome to the new jovial face of Psy, where the International Film Festival was held last week in its jungle. Named for the man who enraptured the world with “Gangnam Style” in the year of the supposed apocalypse, 2012. Within the preserved trees and animals you will find a town built high away from the rivers, scorched with lightning strikes but ever thriving. Human and animal living side by side, a perfect place to debut-- David sighed and turned the commercial broadcast off. He knew what the commercial would say next, something about “It’s a world in which even Korean films could not reproduce, though their office records for Busan some years after Gangnam Style come close.” In this world, the new jovial face of Psy translated to “home of the gods” -- and it was easy to see why. Humans and animals lived side by side here in a sheer desire for survival, as not very many places were equipped quite like the suspended tree houses were. In this world of Sino-Korean relations, no feat

Crime scene tape rattled taut in the winds around the area, wound tightly several times around the nearby trees. So colorful and yellow it was in the park that it drew a crowd over, people holding up their cameras, their phones, attempting to get a glimpse at what was held off and away from others. Birds. A whole lot of them, too. They were all pigeons, which wasn’t an uncommon sight to see on the streets of the city or around its buildings. What was uncommon was to see them on the grass, nestled down in a large group. Or maybe people were just too used to the idea that pigeons belonged on the streets as opposed to in parks. They were “dirty birds” after all. “Excuse me, sir?” Pushing her way through the crowd was a black-clad, slightly perspiring young journalist, holding her recording device out to the disheveled man. Disheveled man being an understatement, as his hair was wild around a scratched up face. Good thing she didn’t have a camera to record this, only his words. “What

“I swear it’s in here.” Crack. Kicked by a stumbling foot, a rock crackled as it bounced around inside the cave. As the rock crossed the sight’s path, the plant stirred from its sad little puddle, where it spent most of its days gazing at its own reflection. A plant was unable to feel emotions, but its leaves still shuddered at feeling the vibration of stumbling feet nearby. One by one, each orb blinked, pupils dilating in the dark it was accustomed to growing in, thriving in. What? What do you swear is in here, human creature? “It’s called eyeberry.” Eyeberry watched with all six of its eyes as the figure crouched by a few stalactites. A smaller figure was on his back; it lifted its head. “Not sure how it’ll taste. Salty, probably? They say eyeballs are salty.” What did salty mean? Somehow the idea of being eaten like its brethren of mushrooms and moss by the many woodland folk had the stems swaying in an unknown breeze. It was similar to a headshake. No, no, no, don’t eat

Sabrina was a young girl when her father was killed in battle. Really all she remembered of the news was her mother sinking to her knees on the doorstep and a package being pushed into her hands by one of her father’s friends. “Your father told you not to talk to strangers,” she said, her voice deep and low. “But you seem all right.” Sabrina’s voice was still so soft, speaking in wonder, because she remembered this woman, shrouded in a hood and glimmering in silver armor. She picked no sides in the war raging around them, merely wandered from town to town and accepting work as it came. She would be the one to stand in the face of frost breath emitted from an ice elemental, shoving Sabrina out of the way, a few years later, when the young girl turned young teenager was in the wrong place at the wrong time. How defiant she looked, scarred lips curling in disgust and dark eyes narrowing as in the frigid cold she notched an arrow and shot it straight into the elemental’s gullet. It was

When the underbelly of the world took over, humans simply were not ready. It was almost overnight that they were overrun, slaughtered or imprisoned in servitude -- and skin color meant nothing, it was all in the genes. Humans were easily separated from the new rulers, and in general it was a crime to even exist as one living freely. Aya and Alf were the lucky two that came into the possession of the Vampire King. After his first charge had been killed unfortunately en route to home, he left his mountainous home in Montana himself to pick them up himself. “I was human, once,” he told them. “So… I suppose in a way, I’m just like you. Humane ones like me are the only ones that can rule, for some reason.” His gaze was pensive as he stared at the siblings in the back of the van he joined them in. “I promise, where we are going, you will be safe there.” Not that he blamed them for disbelieving him. Their eyes were wide, bodies dirty and skinny and frail, huddled as far against the

Behind the bushes and the tree stumps she crouched, one leg stretched beside her to allow for the best coverage of the foliage. Through the fronds of green stood her prey. It was a hound, recently escaped from containment nearby, just over the fence that separated the city from the wilds. Aerin closed her eye, taking aim through the hole the dog had created. She adjusted the crosshairs to its rump, aiming for the flank that stuck in the air as the dog rifled around in the trash at a restaurant’s backside. The blonde closed a black gloved finger over the trigger before grinning. “Got~cha~” She popped off a shot. “Ow!” the dog shouted, slumping to the ground as the sedative shot immediately took effect. Aerin stood up, beginning to laugh, reaching for her temples. “Darn it, would you please stop shooting me! I am trying to concentrate!” were the first words to greet her as she slipped the VR helmet off her head, shaking her hair out and wiping sweat from her forehead. Looking to the

There was exactly one (1) park on board the Sky Fortress Galahad, and it was where Co-Captain Sieglinde tended to find himself when a floating chunk of metal in space turned out to be a little too claustrophobic. The park was, unfortunately, devoid of lifelike animals unless he asked for holograms. He didn’t need the company and figured the crew would try to kidnap the poor things anyway if they were real. Galahad was not Noah’s Ark and it was not a zoo. They had to supply the energy to the Fortress somehow. Just in case they ended up stranded or some sudden wormhole opened its big mouth to suck them in and spit them out somewhere else. (There was no solid proof that wormholes did that, of course. There was also no solid proof that they didn’t, either.) Most people were living their childhood science fiction dreams on Galahad, but Sieg was only here because someone had to inherit his sister’s captain title some day, so of course that fell on him as opposed to their parents. So of