Ms. Hawthorne looked over her thick glasses. Her stern gaze was fixed on Aaron, a young chemistry major, fidgeting nervously, opposite her desk. "I hope you know why I called you in here today," she said sharply. She paused for a minute waiting for a reply, but received none. "You're grades are slipping, young man," Ms. Hawthorne said as she opened a manil...
"Hey John, have you've seen my gym bag?" Christi asked her boyfriend. "I put it in the closet when I was cleaning up earlier." John replied from the living room while watching TV. "Thanks sweetie." John could hear her opening the closet door before she came walking hallway towards him. "I'll be back from the gym at around eight." She kissed him and began w...
It was the spring of my sophomore year of college, the first Monday of the first week of classes. I was a biology major, but I was required to take one more semester of organic chemistry, which anyone can tell you is a bitch. By far the worst experience of many a college career, renowned killer of GPAs, the crucible that separated the truly hardcore from the...
These are separate set of adventures of Michael (Michelle) from the Dorm Floor Bitch series. Check out my other works to see if I've made any more... ;) * The men in white lab coats led us quickly down the long, white hallway. My new handsome companion and I were hustling to catch up with them, our hospital gowns fluttering loosely on us. In front of me, I...
I choked on the dust and the smoke from the small explosion, and tried not to inhale any of it. Looking around the room, I saw Annissina standing on the other side, a maniacal gleam in her eyes. I stood, tried to wipe the grime off my clothes, and searched for some relatively clean air. "Never again!" I vowed. "I thought I was actually going to die that tim...
Preston Rogers an ordinary white boy from Cornfield, Kansas was a nerdy, hayseed kind of a kid. It started the year that his parents bought him a microscope for Christmas. He did not want toys like the other kids; he wanted books on chemistry for the things he needed to learn, beakers for the experiments he needed to do, and slides for the samples he wanted...
"Look, girls, we all want to have some safe stimulation, and fun here, as well as take care of our Sophomore bio class requirements. "I have a great idea. Listen carefully. I know a guy, he's a Junior, at Yale who will help us if I ask., all in this class, I know and trust the three of you with a great idea like this. "I'll call my Yalie, and have him line...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
I was glad to finally be back in my room. It wasn't much past midday but I was exhausted. All I'd done was sleep and eat the day after my enhancement as my body underwent numerous transformations. The first round of experiments had started immediately after I'd woken today. It was my third day here, but I hadn't had a moment to look at my new traits or explo...
On a dark night, in an alley, a car pulled in silently. The headlights flicked off as two men got out of the car. They began to scan the alley, clearing it of anything that may be a threat. The front man told them he was all clear as the back man pulled the back door of the car open and another man stepped out. He was at least six feet tall, with a slender b...