Comedic-Soldiers

MARCI BLAKE Marci stared at her naked, new Serpentine body in the mirror for a very long time. She was still herself, only different. Same pudgy figure and baby face covered in freckles, same small breasts, same shoulder-length, carrot-colored curls, same pale, sea-green eyes, though the slitted pupils were new, and—oh! She blinked and removed her glasses and suddenly the world got a lot less blurry. Now that was a surprise. From what she remembered about snakes from 2nd-grade biology, all of them had very poor eyesight. But then again, the Serpentine weren’t exactly normal snakes, were they? Grinning slightly at the fortune, she

MARCI BLAKE In an impulsive flurry of worry, Marci stood up and padded quickly over to the possibly injured Constrictai, ignoring the startled gasps and stifled giggles behind her. “Oh sir, please let me help you,” she said, taking hold of the other side of the platter (of what looked like salted tongue) the giant male was currently handling. “Goodness, if you’re injured then you should be home resting not working,” she prattled on, taking the platter completely out of his somewhat limp grip and putting it on the table. Marci peered up at him as he towered over her like a redwood and met his wide dark purple eyes

WARNING! FROM THIS CHAPTER ONWARD, THE STORY WILL EXPLORE MENTAL ILLNESS AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND KNOW THAT I AM NO EXPERT BUT HAVE DONE EXTENSIVE RESEARCH FOR AUTHENTICITY. THANK YOU! Chapter 17 She is…disconcerted… I follow behind Hansuke and Ayane as we slink as quietly as we can through the mourning village. However, my sixth sense keeps prodding at me. So much so that I cannot fully focus on my surroundings. Ayane’s psyche is a wonder! I have never felt anything like it before! But I must calm myself. I understand Ayane’s distress. Here she is in the village she has know

HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! While 2020 sucked in general, the last quarter of it nearly killed me. Not only was I sick on and off, but I've been going through lots of emotional drama with my family. I can't say things are normal now, because they're not. But I have had the chance to rest my mind and body and recuperate some since January. I started writing again in the middle of February and it has served as an outlet for me, as well as a form of escapism. I did finish the latest chapter of My Quiet World of White, which will be posted shortly after I proofread it. So yay! Progress! I also thought I'd post something more about the Serpentine and G

Chapter 16 As soon as Zane and Akira disappear into the shadow of trees, an aching gasp escapes me, and I buckle. My body feels so weak and heavy. I didn’t realize how much Zane’s hand had been an anchor. Now without it, my body seems to remember just how drained it is.   “Ayane! Ayane, are you alright?!” Houseki’s startled yelp bounces around in my mind and I feel her head butt against my hand. I close my eyes to ward off the dark spots dancing around my vision and stand completely still. Houseki gives my hand a few licks and I reach out to blindly touch her scruff. “Listen to your packmate. You should

Theme Eight: Kissing is an Art Not a Science "Hey, Jay." I turn around to see my lovely fiancé enter my room, her face alight with a smile. "Hey, Nya," I greet back with a customary raised hand and give her a sort of lopsided grin in return. Okay truthfully, I've gotten over my awkwardness around her over a year ago, but every time I see her…I just feel so lucky and overjoyed that she chose to be by my side. It still seems surreal at times, despite how far we've gotten in our relationship. I mean, c'mon! We're going to be married soon! She steps closer and I envelop her in my arms happily. I turn my face into her hair and kiss