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Sam stared down at Emily as she slept, gazing at her new wolf ears and tail. She thought of Emily's transformation, when her hair turned from brown to a reddish brown. The scientist said she would only be out for three days, but now it was the sixth day since Emily's transformation. In addition before that they'd kept her unconscious in quarantine for three weeks. Sam swished her tail, then thought to herself, Don't worry Sam.....no. Not Sam. I'm Kazamira now. Kaza for short....ugh. It will take me a while to get used to that. Kaza looked down at her long king cheetah tail, following the three thick black stripes with her gaze. She counted her spots for the eighth time that day, counting the same number repeatedly.
Kaza got up and walked over to her wall mirror, and looked at herself. Unlike Emily, she had no ears, but she had the unique tear marks that distinctly mark a cheetah's face. Her hair had turned a golden color, just like a cheetah's pelt, and
Crossbreeds Ch. 2Crossbreeds
Emily awoke with a headache throbbing at the back of her head. She stared up at an expanse of white, wondering whether she was blind or if she was dead. She instantly ruled out the dead idea; she had a headache so that meant to her that she wasn't dead. Still lying on her back, Emily looked around without moving her head. She saw thin, grey lines, which she figured was the crease where the walls meet.
I'm in a white room, thought Emily. Straining to prop herself up, she only managed to invoke another painful headache before she fell back onto the pillow. Ugh...where am I? Again, Emily tried to get up, and she managed to sit up on the edge of the bed she was in. Immediately the first thing she noticed was that she was wearing a simple white dress. Ignoring the fact someone had clothed her, she also spotted a heavy metal door at the far end of the room.
Emily pushed herself off the bed and walked over to the door. Emily tried the door, but it wouldn't open. Sitting
Crossbreeds Ch. 1Crossbreeds
Emily stared at the clock at the front of her last block classroom, willing the minute hand to go faster. She wanted school to hurry up and get done. Sure I still have another week, she thought, but a weekend is always something to look forward to. Next to her, her friend Sam was making doodles all over her assignment pad of cats and other animals. Sam looked up and smiled at Emily. Emily turned her head towards the teacher, who had his back turned toward the marker board, and crossed her eyes, grabbed her ears so they stuck out, and stuck out her tongue at him. Sam was trying to stop herself from laughing, but her face was turning red from the effort.
After awhile, Emily stopped making faces at the teacher and started drumming her fingers on her desk as she waited for the last few minutes to tick by. "Three, two, one..." Emily whispered under her breath. RIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!! The school bell buzzed that the block was over, ending the school day. Sam was already
The rain pattered gently on the window of a small office. Sitting in chairs in front of a dark wood desk were two adults, a man and a woman. Behind the desk in front of them sat another lady. The woman had the look of a school principal or professor. She had jet black, straight hair that went down to her shoulders. Her face had chinese-like features. She wore a dark blue professional dress, and she had too much makeup around her eyes, making her grey eyes stand out. She sat straight up, as if touching the back of the chair was like poison.
The woman next to the man across the desk was getting impatient. "Why are we here this time Dr. Ayano? Why can't you just give us each our money and let us get on with our lives?" The woman was getting angrier by the second, her pale face flushing a ugly red, as Dr. Ayano stayed silent. To distract herself, the woman lit another one of her cigarettes. The woman stared at Dr. Ayano with a cold ice blue ga
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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