Chapter 1 They just finished the last race of the circuit and Rosalina, Peach and Daisy where the only ones in the woman’s locker room. The locker Room itself was very simple. Each of the lockers lines the room’s walls. Each of doors was pink while the rest of the lockers shells were white. The floor was a pink and white checkerboard partnered tiles. Peach a...
Lara is your normal 18 year old girl with the exception that when a hand is placed on her she can be transformed into anything just by strongly thinking of what you want to turn her into. She was 7 years old when the curse was first noticed, she was playing with her twin sister Abby, Abby had her hand on Lara and was thinking about how much she wanted anothe...
Aster yawned widely, stretching from her resting place in a blooming flower. She grinned and extended her wings to catch the morning sun. Spring was finally here! It was always such a pain to give the glade over to those winter tramps every year, they always left behind a complete mess. Fingers crossed for global warming, Aster leapt from her sleeping place...
Victor Haunt was supposed to be a nobody. He was fine with that, he'd made his peace with that. After 21 years, the only extraordinary things in his life were his parents. His dad is the well known B-rate Super Hero "Battle Lord", super strong, durable, flies, wears offensively loud colored spandex, is a total douche-bag, the works. His mom, Ruby,...
Author’s note – This is a sequel to the ‘latex stripper/Mephisto’ story thread in the original ‘Susan Storm’s Secret Life’: __https://chyoa.com/story/Susan-Storm%27s-Secret-Life.10398 I’ve started with a synopsis recap, for the benefit of those who don’t want to dig through the original sprawling epic! But I’m still happy for people to go back and add chapte...
"Alert! Alert!" The alarm sounded. "The virus has spread! I repeat the virus has spread!" A man over the intercom yelled hysterically. Men and women in lab coats were running for their lives, pushing and shoving through the doors to save themselves. "What's happening?" Asked a young blonde woman. Who recently graduated from coll...
Agent Johnson rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, and was about to be an even longer night. He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented th...
The hangar was filled with noise. Hundreds of faceless troops were conversing with each other. Joking and laughing, making rude gestures with their pliable blank mannequin like bodies. At the end of the hangar, lights came up upon a stage with a single microphone. Behind the microphone, a brilliant purple flag swayed, the insignia of the planet Bredon flashi...
(Oil painting by Jaisini) Talk Show is a painting that proves the idea that we live in a postmodern world of the apparent loss of any reasonable hope for alternative to the present. In Talk Show, immediacy unites with immortality, trivial with profound. In our days the long myth of immortality is replaced by the myth of immediacy. The substitution of the t...
You're Tom, an average guy who's always fantasized of being a pro wrestler since childhood. One day, you decide to finally follow your dreams and quit your day job. Young, ambitious, and with everything to prove, you decide to start your career by finding an underground league to join, hoping you'll quickly gain a name for yourself. Sadly, your efforts are f...