A Lesson in League
Let's set the scene. The room was dark, the windows covered by the industrial-strength bleach of the world of blinds (kills 99.9% of sunlight!) which made it very difficult to have any idea of the time of day or what the weather was doing beyond those...
Life of Pi(zza)
One would hope that after spending ten hours at a tedious office job, including two hours' worth of commuting on cramped buses, work would be done for the day and it could be a case of relaxing until the time for sleep rolled around; but no, dinner...
Change of Plans
_Rustle, rustle...CRRRRRRRRRRRUNCH! CRUNCH! Crunch...rustle..._ "Come on, Mika," Apollo said gently, arriving in the doorway separating the kitchen and living room, "Put the chips away so I can take you out to that fancy Italian place on the...
Candy Land
It was one of those days where Mother Nature herself seemed to be feeling miserable: the only relief to the steady rain and low cloud being short bouts of hail, the icy stones clattering upon the roofs of the small town and anyone so unwise as to set...
Working Hard
_Clunk. Clunk. Clunk._ Heavy boots on a metal walkway suspended on the outside of a building that seemed to extend down into endless nothingness, the groan of the bolts affixing it to the wall not bothering the lonesome worker: they had held for years,...
The Interview
For once Benedict had succumbed to the combination of boredom and nervousness that was sitting in a waiting room and had picked up one of the long out of date magazines from the coffee table which stood in the centre of the ring of fortunately very...
Sakura Gets Sumosized
Though it looked no different to how she had seen it before, Sakura thought that Octo Canyon looked rather smaller, emptier, and less intimidating now that DJ Octavio was in custody where he belonged. She stood on a ridge overlooking the deep gash in...
Supersizing a Superhero
Professor Malherbe: scientist, businessman, disgraced doctor, evil-doer. His lab in the industrial heart of Honeydew looked just like any other building in the area: three storeys, rectangular, loading doors at one end, the words 'Malherbe Industries'...
Heart of a Wolf
Consciousness is a fickle thing: always coming and going, too slippery ever to be grasped even by the firmest of grips; sometimes, as convinced as you might be of your lucidness, you find yourself waking up from the most vivid and realistic of dreams...
Office Hottie
There he was, a vision of utter perfection stepping out of the elevator: dull black faux-leather loafers, dark grey slacks, and a shirt liberally spotted with all manner of food stains which was ill-fitting enough to leave a couple of inches of belly...
Hefty Haulage: Part One
Having been on the road for the best part of a month, flitting from town to town, city to city, hardly ever without some kind of cargo hooked up to the back of his truck, it was a pleasant novelty for Dolby to have actually spent a night in his own bed...
The Forest
A city just like any other - barely more than a town in the eyes of most people: there were no great landmarks, no real nightlife (this place was surely a city that _did_sleep), neither the home nor the birthplace of any famous people, never a major...