The Procedure“Hmm…date of birth…weight…mother’s maiden name?” Wayne looked up from his clipboard, incredulous. “Hey, is that even relevant?”The Procedure by ~EccentricChimera
The secretary behind the front desk simply gave him a dismissive nod, and then returned to her crossword puzzle.
“Right…” Sighing, he glanced back at the empty waiting room, surprisingly plain-looking with its whitewashed walls and shiny, checkered floors. Large potted plants and dark grey couches were positioned in neat rows throughout the room, and there was a long table overloaded with various pamphlets and magazines next to the front des
A Merman's Tale 5Chapter 5: New Friends, New PlansA Merman's Tale 5 by ~uglygosling
Steve arrived at what had become our lakeside rendezvous point Tuesday morning. He had indeed driven all but nonstop from New Jersey, pausing for little except seven hours of sleep at a North Carolina motel on his way down to Orlando. When he arrived at the checkpoint he had no problem getting in: After identifying himself and telling the guardsmen who he was there to see, they simply waved him on in. He never had to show his ID - my message must have been powerful indeed.
Steve was very much taken aback when he first saw me, but quickly recovered and began asking me questions about my transformation,
Dragon AXEGoing to the store and buying stuff for the house is always a chore, no doubts about it. It's always boring to just walk past those countless shelves, finding at least 30 products that do the exact same things. It was like this with everything...especially with soap, or shampoo. There was simply too much to choose from, and most of the time it was just better to choose pick the cheapest one, or even better, just take a random one all together, to save time.Dragon AXE by ~ben300
Peter was just like anyone else: don't care who produced something, as long as he buys it. That's why that day, as usual, he just walked past every shelf, just randomly throwing something