Intolerant Lactoid
If milk turns people into cows, what if sour milk turned people into tough punk cows? Explicit.
Jessica lifted the carton to her nose, sniffed softly, then made a small, scrunched face. The inscrutable numbers that were the expiration date didn't offer any help. It had probably gone bad. Then again, she didn't want to waste it. Even if it was a little overdue, it couldn't hurt.
She wasn't always so compulsively frugal. It was just that her temp job had barely given her enough money to keep her afloat and now that was over too, so anywhere that she could cut corners, she would. So there were a few dry drops of chocolate syrup left over in the bottle, and a glass of milk that wasn't smelling so good. She put two and two together, and came up with a slightly chocolate-flavored not-quite-right glass of milk.
2 July, 2015
Optimal Performance
Poke around vaguely Gigerian spacecraft and you're bound to get pumped full of cybernetics. Explicit.
The whole town was full of insufferable sticks-in-the-mud. One of the gleaming silverene ships from the far distant peoples had crashed not a long distance away, and everyone was telling her to stay clear and wait until the lord's guard had a chance to come and make sure there was nothing dangerous inside.
Well Lord Valen's soldiers could stick their thumbs up their asses for all she cared. She was tired of seeing the enchantingly still silhouettes of the ships drifting in and out of the clouds far above her and never getting to see one up close. She had the feeling that others in the town wanted to see it too, but didn't want to act against the lord's wishes.
2 July, 2015
Murder Becomes Her
Stuck in the world of a noir film, a tigress takes on the role of a femme fatale. Explicit.
"So let me just make sure this is right."
Liz stared blankly. Not only had she never seen this German shepherd before, but he was black and white. No, it wasn't that his fur wasn't colorful. He had no color. But she didn't have time to ruminate on that now, since he seemed to be saying something important.
"At about one in the morning, you walked in on your husband and a..."
2 July, 2015
Four Days From Normal
Reality begins to warp around a young wolf, affecting everyone around him, himself included. Explicit.
Tuesday - DAY 0
Arthur had tried a few different channels. He had determined that news was the best thing to get him out of bed. Peaceful ocean sounds were too soft to get him up, and the 'alarm' setting either shocked him straight onto the floor, or left his ears ringing. Drab, unsettling voices talking about terror threats were just the thing to goad him into peeling back the covers and getting out of bed.