Flow Race “‘Flow Racing’! It’s the sport that’s taken the nation by storm, and tonight I’m here with one of the top drivers, Jason Devlin!” The perky twenty-something of a reporter spoke with a huge smile, holding her microphone uncomfortably close to Jason’s face.
“Em… Yeah.” Jason looked at her, desperately wishing he was somewhere else. But no, part of his contract stipulated one pre-race interview… He ran a hand though his close-cropped brown hair, looking at the woman. “So, what is it you want to know today?”
“Well, it’s not what I want to know. It’s what the fans want to know! What’s it like to Flow Race; to transform into liquid, then merge with a car?” The woman grinned.
Jason blinked in surprise, a pleased smile on his face. He hadn’t expected that; usually reporters asked him dumb questions like what fame felt like or if he was single. Those always had the sam
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An Inanimate TF by Loquacious Jango
The air still had a hint of ozone in it from the thunderstorm that had raged all morning. Tyler's shoes thumped off of the damp pavement as he trudged on. For the thousandth time, he cursed the fact that he hadn't brought his cellphone with him. He'd just been terrified that it would somehow go off during the ceremony. Glancing at the line of trees on the either side of the raised interstate that stretched far into the distance, the young man reflected on his long list of misfortunes.
Halfway home from a trip to his Aunt's funeral, Tyler's car had broken down in the middle of what felt like a typhoon. With no other option but to wait it out, he had spent all night curled up in the backseat of his tiny little station wagon, eventually falling asleep despite the tempest outside. By early afternoon, the storm had abated and Tyler was ready to begin the long, arduous trek to the nearest rest stop, pay phone or gas station.
"Should've left the j
Car TF storyI stomped to my room and slammed the door shut. I was in trouble again. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to get on the computer but my little bro was stalling so he could stay on. I guess my temper got the best of me, again. I laid on my bed, crying. I didn't mean to lash out at him, it just happened. As I was crying, I overheard my parents talking. My mother wanted to send me to a mental hospital so I could get better. But my stepdad always denied it. I hated myself, I wished I wasn't so stupid! I wish I was normal, oh how I wish! An hour passed and my mother was knocking on the door.
Mother: *Opening the door* Natasha, come here now!
I was scared, but I got up anyway. My mother led me downstairs to the garage. I saw my brother and stepsister on the couch watching TV. They both had grim looks on their faces. I hesitated for a bit staring at them.
Stepdad: Natasha, get in here.
Me: Yes sir.
I walk into the garage. My mother shuts the door behind me. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as
Dolly Dearest [tg/tf, Dollification, MC]
Featherwish dishes and puppydog kisses, butler's exclusive treatment an endless maid coddling. Iva Isley was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and used a literal one to scoop creamy flan into her mouth. "Ugh, you call this sweet? What am I, a peasant?" She spat at her servants and strut out of the chrome kitchen, walked up 3 flights of spiral stairs, than stomped into her father's room.
"Dadddddddy! Daddy daddy daddy, I want the brand new Carrie Cares-a-lot doll! I want it and I want it now!"
She pouted and pleaded. Her gentlemanly father fixed his glasses and cleared his throat.
"With love and respect sweetie, I have bought you quite a collection of dolls. Why don't you go play with one of those instead?" He said politely.
"Nooo, those are all my other stupid dolls. They're already old and boring. Get me a new doll. A new one!" She screeched, stomping her foot.
"Now dear you know I love you. But please be reasonable.."
Iva was not amused. "Well fine! You're a terrible daddy, a no
Valerie Vixen's Stunning Debut! Derrick walked aimlessly through Very Vulpine Amusement Park. He had never really visited the park before, but today he was bored and decided to check it out. It was about what he expected, a decent, if not somewhat child oriented, theme park with some rides and attractions. A few rides he did go on, getting some enjoyment, but he mostly just wandered. One thing that did stand out to him was Valerie Vixen.
Valerie was the theme park's mascot, a smiling pink anthropomorphic fox dressed in a purple tank-top and a skirt. Images of her were absolutely everywhere. Posters, T-shirts, hats, clip on tails, Valerie was everywhere. Derrick didn't see anything wrong with this of course, other theme parks hype up their mascot for hopes of selling merchandise, so it was forgivable. One thing Very Vulpine lacked however was a mascot walking around. There was no over sized fox costume walking around the park, which in Derrick's mind was wasted potential, k
X-Bakery 1. (Cookies)The mark of a good journalist is the ability to stay ‘rolling,’ even under the most stressful of conditions; case and point, Sara Alonzo, food reporter for Cable Access Channel 01. Doe to her being very slim and sexy; Ms Alonzo never said no to perform on TV. Aldo most of her co-workers were jealous of her luck.
Sara: Hello, this is Sara Alonzo of Channel 01 news. I’m here at the ‘X-bakery.’ With me is Alex Flat, owner and head cook.
Alex: Thank you for coming, Sara.
Sara: As I heard you made some of the most delicious baked goods on this side of the globe. Is that correct?
Alex: Yes, you are absolutely correct, Sara. People from everywhere come to eat from my bakery.
Sara: What is your secret?
Alex: Come with me and I will show you.
Sara: (follows Alex in the kitchen) will you show us how you make your goodies?
Alex: of course. Tell me Sara - what is your favourite stuff from my bakery?
Sara: (thinks for a little) well... I like your cookies, your