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The Chef and the NinjaOne of the reasons the Valley of Venom was so devastated by the Snowbirds' attack was that its residents had made next to no preparations for the accompanying winter weather.The Chef and the Ninja by sonicinterface
Due to its tropical climate, the Valley never saw snow under normal circumstances. It got chilly sometimes, but nothing worse than a typical autumn day. Thus, very few residents owned things like space heaters and blankets, and the buildings were not constructed with near- or sub-zero temperatures in mind.
Daphne Starr was lucky in a sense. She'd been at work in her café's kitchen when the snowstorm hit, which meant she at least had a source of heat. The oven was on and hot, and the blue-tongued lizard shivered even as she huddled beside it. Briefly she considered climbing into the oven altogether just for the extra heat, but she banished the thought.
Standing up for a moment, Daphne glanced out the window. The snowfall was blanketing the village in white, almost picturesqu
The Snowbirds - A Crash CourseWho are the Snowbirds?The Snowbirds - A Crash Course by sonicinterface
The Snowbirds are an independent military clan consisting of Mobian species native to icy environments. They travel the world, looking for new territories to conquer for themselves. They do not take sides; any territory is as eligible for conquest as any other. They owe their success to their mastery of ice magic, specialized mostly towards creating winter weather in environments where it would not naturally occur. (More on that later.)
Although long ago the Snowbirds consisted entirely of, well, birds native to snowy environments, they began to enlist other species as time went by. Despite the diversification, the name has stuck around, as has their logo: a light blue snow owl silhouette flying to the right, its wings out, against a white background. This logo is proudly worn by the Snowbirds' authority figures.
The Snowbirds' ice magic
The Snowbirds use a variety of different forms of ice
The Day the Valley Fell"No, we're not attacking at night. At that time of day, everyone's going to be indoors and sheltered from the weather. We'll attack at midday, when people are out and about. They're reptiles, which means they do poorly in the cold. We've got the elemental advantage; we can't throw it away."The Day the Valley Fell by sonicinterface
It began as just another day at the Valley of Venom. Everyone was going about their business: Daphne was preparing various lunch specialties, Cynthia was practically glued to her sewing machine, and Marybeth was engaging in a bit of gymnastics.
Hisspan had chosen to sunbathe for a spell on the roof of a random building. Of course, as a cobra, she couldn't actually tan, but she still loved the feeling of the warm sunshine on her scales.
Ahh... I could just lie here all day. It's just so wonderful.
A noise from some distance got Hisspan's attention, and she sat up and looked around. It w
Visited by a God -Trade-Jasmine Vex examined the large, wide-necked ceramic pot in front of her. According to a new doctrine by the Pharaoh, the more flexible of the slaves-- including herself-- were to sleep inside these pots instead of regular bunks, to save on space. The cobra didn't mind; the pot actually looked rather comfortable.Visited by a God -Trade- by sonicinterface
Slowly, taking care not to knock it over, Jasmine stepped into the pot, one leg at a time. Then she sank down, coiling herself up in the pot's interior. Shortly after that, someone covered the opening with a piece of cloth and tied it there with twine, trapping her inside the pot.
Jasmine didn't mind; she was already drifting off to sleep.
Kumult finished tying up the last ceramic pot. All the pots were now occupied by slaves and ready to go, and it was now up to him to transport the pots to other locations. (The openings were covered so the slaves wouldn't be able to escape or steal anything during the night.)
Crouching, the asp lifted
Learning to Fly -Gift-"No superhero knows exactly how to use his or her powers as soon as he or she gets them. Well, some do, but I didn't. And neither did you."Learning to Fly -Gift- by sonicinterface
Although the Brewster Dojo had technically been abandoned after its owner's alleged death, many of its facilities were still functional. Nobody knew this better than SaberCat (otherwise known as Benjamin Brewster, son of said owner), who still trained there on occasion. But even though he was there today, along with his parents and a guest to be revealed later, he wasn't going to be the one undergoing training.
Catherine Brewster, known until recently as the Keeper, stood on an exercise mat and carefully flexed her arms and legs in accordance to her prescribed aerobics routine. An incident that summer had left her not quite her usual human self, as evidenced by her green scaly body and leathery wings. Her husband, Edward, observed from not far away.
"28... 29... 30! That's good, Catherine.
Have a Mice Day -Toon- -Gift-As soon as Brian Boulard woke up, he could tell that something wasn't quite right.Have a Mice Day -Toon- -Gift- by sonicinterface
Earlier that day, the silver panther had decided to splurge on a spa treatment. He'd selected a classic laundromat treatment, in which he would be flattened and run through a laundry cycle. Then he'd dozed off while in the washing machine, and slept through most of the process. By now he was already folded up in a laundry basket, the treatment over.
But something was off. The world looked so... big.
A giant hand picked up the folded-up panther and carried him back through the hallway to the lobby. Brian couldn't help but gawk at how large everything had become, but couldn't figure out why or how.
Moments later, Brian was fluffed back to his normal shape and set down on the reception desk. He glanced down at the office supplies on the desk, estimating from their size that he was about four inches tall. Then he glanced up at the receptionist, whose voice seemed lou
The Jump"Old Man Thompson! Hi, Old Man Thompson!"The Jump by sonicinterface
Davy was your stereotypical energy-filled youth. Mr. Thompson was your stereotypical youth-loathing senior. The two of them, of course, got along like peanut butter and jelly. Today, Mr. Thompson was in the middle of raking leaves out of the front yard, only to look up upon hearing Davy's irritating high-pitched voice.
"What do you want, kid?" Mr. Thompson grumbled.
"Old Man Thompson, did I ever tell you how high I can jump?"
"Why should I care?"
"I'll bet you five bucks I can jump higher than your house!"
Mr. Thompson glanced up at his house. It was a standard one-story number with a sloped, shingled roof; measured from ground to peak, it stood at maybe fifteen feet.
"All right, kid, it's a bet. Anything to shut you up."
Grinning from ear to ear, Davy stepped back, then jumped about a foot into the air.
For a moment, only the howling of the wind could be heard. Then Mr. Thompson dropped his rake and bu
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Slicer in Battle"All free security personnel! All free security personnel come to the northwest turret immediately! Come to the northwest turret immediately!"Slicer in Battle by sonicinterface
I was right in the middle of pruning the hedges in the courtyard when Princess Blaze's orders came over the P.A. system. Even if I am her royal gardener, and I'm not saying it wasn't my job, it could get kinda monotonous at times, and I always wanted to be one of her royal bodyguards.
So it's only natural that I felt like this was my chance. Several of the Princess's guards cut through the courtyard on the way to the northwest turret, and I took the liberty of blending in with them during the rush.
When everyone arrived at the aforementioned turret, the reason for the commotion became apparent. A jet-black mouse brandishing an impressive-looking handgun stood in the center of the room. He looked like he had a bone to pick with someone, and I think I knew who it was.
Finally, he sp
Sonic FallsI still can't believe he failed.Sonic Falls by sonicinterface
Prison Cell #4 of Dr. Eggman's mountain base was not my ideal summer home, but I never intended to be here in the first place. If it weren't for Eggman kidnapping me, I wouldn't be. And it was from there that I witnessed Sonic's defeat.
I ran one hand over my twin tails, trying to distract myself, but the scene kept playing through my head no matter how hard I tried to forget it. The image of Sonic fighting a group of Eggman's fighter bots, and knocking down two of them only to be electrocuted out of activity by the third... every time I thought about it, it made a greater impression on me.
"Tails! Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you!"
That's what he said, I'd bet my life on it. But in the end, I suppose he couldn't. He now lay motionless on the ground.
I never thought this day would come so soon. The day that Sonic was finally sent to the afterlife.
Dear YoshiMan1118...Dear YoshiMan1118,Dear YoshiMan1118... by sonicinterface
Hi, I'm Daisy. Princess Daisy of Sarasaland, to be exact. As you know, I am supposedly one of your favorite characters. I say "supposedly" because the treatment you submit me to is less than befitting of any sort of royalty, let alone one of your favorite characters.
Almost every time I turn around, you find a new method of physical abuse to unleash on me. Among other things, I've been attacked by a rabid monkey, smacked on the head with everything INCLUDING the kitchen sink, and forced to play soccer without warming up first (I play sports like a dairy farmer when I don't have a chance to warm up). I've been to the hospital so many times, they've built a special emergency entrance just for me.
I'll admit that you're a humorist by nature, and you do these things for comedic purposes, but my feelings have to be taken into account as well. How funny do you think I find it when I try to perfect my table-t
Peach Meets BlazeIt was only by pure chance that I happened to meet her, but I'm glad I did.Peach Meets Blaze by sonicinterface
To be honest, I had never planned to participate in the Beijing Olympics. I mean, I knew that Mario and the others were registering as athletes, but I didn't have any intentions of doing anything other than watch from the sidelines, and that's what I would've been doing if it weren't for that worrywart Toadsworth.
"Masters Mario and Luigi will be busy training their heads off for the Olympic events! If you're not down there with them, Princess, you're sure to be kidnapped again! We can't have that!"
Those words that came from Toadsworth's mouth pretty much sealed my fate. At first I rued those words, but between then and now I'd grown to enjoy participating. I don't know, it was just the thrill of it all. It was much more exciting than watching from the sidelines.
Still, a princess needs her breaks, so I had decided to stop by the souvenir
Knuckles Meets BowserI guess it was my meeting with Bowser that restored my interest.Knuckles Meets Bowser by sonicinterface
Sure, participating in the Olympics was more interesting than guarding the Master Emerald, but pretty soon I grew bored of performing in event after event after event. Even setting a record in the hammer throw wasn't enough to excite me. I just wanted to leave Beijing and go home to my island.
At least, that's what I was thinking as I rested on that bench in the Athletes' Village, staring off into the sky. The village was an interesting place at first, with a souvenir shop and a mess hall and so forth, but I'd seen these sights about twelve times already and I was bored.
"Come on, Knuckles. Your muscles are just what we need to get the gold at the 2008 Olympics. Why don't you join the team? It'll be fun."
I remembered Sonic saying those words to me, and he was right... at first. But this was no longer fun. All I wanted was to-
To Whom It May Concern...To whom it may concern,To Whom It May Concern... by sonicinterface
I am Rouge the Bat, skilled jewel thief. You have probably heard of me, and I have many fans; however, I am inclined to believe that my fans have the wrong reasons for following me.
Take a good look at me. If you're like most fanboys, the first thing you probably looked at was my chest area. I have reason to believe that many of my fans care more about my chest size than about me.
I am not a pair of breasts. I am a living, breathing person. Look at my face, not at my torso. If I had one Gold Ring for every fan of mine that cared more about my breasts than any other aspect of me, I could BUY most of the treasures I steal.
I don't mind having fans, but for Pete's sake, stop ogling my chest. There are many aspects of my character besides my breasts that people may find interesting, such as my passion for jewels or my alleged love for a certain echidna (which I will neither confirm nor deny
Truth or Flattery"You look wonderful. Really."Truth or Flattery by sonicinterface
Chances are, at some point in your life you'll be asked for your opinion on something that you hate, and you'll have to choose between telling the truth and possibly hurting the other person's feelings, or lying and telling them what they like to hear.
I understand that we live in an age where distorting or hiding the truth to get on everyone's good side is commonplace. However, let's look at a hypothetical situation.
Ms. Butters comes up with a new recipe for lemon tarts. She offers one to her husband to taste, and he says it tastes good, so she serves them to her house guests. After tasting them, the guests assure her that the tarts taste great, and clean their plates. She invites other guests over and always serves them her new lemon tarts, and she's always told that the tarts taste perfect.
Overjoyed, Ms. Butters decides to enter her lemon tarts in a baking contest. All her friends and n
The Devil's ArtThe Devil showed up at our house at around 4:00 in the afternoon.The Devil's Art by sonicinterface
College was closed for the holidays. My dad was at work, and my mom had made a run to the grocery store. I was the only one in the house, and I was keeping myself busy with yet another round of WarioWare: Smooth Moves.
That was a voice I hadn't heard before. I turned to look, and standing in front of me was a tall gentleman dressed in a businesslike, all-black outfit and bearing jet-black hair and blood-red eyes.
Who is this guy? I thought to myself. And when did he come in here? I'm sure I didn't hear the door open...
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Satan... the Devil. Heard of me?"
He certainly didn't look quite like the Devil I'd read about in books. No hooves, no pointed tail, nothing. But he gave off such an aura of evil, and his voice was so profound and sinister, that I fel
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra
Character profile: Travis -Trade-"Hey, Tally! Today I'm looking for a metal pole or beam about yay long, five or so meters of electrical wire, and three incandescent light bulbs-- they don't have to be in working order, but the glass has to be intact. If you find them, meet me at the old fountain at dusk and I'll swap you two freshly made turkey sandwiches on rye bread for them." --Travis
Type of character: The Wastelands
Name: Travis Jumper - alias "Travis the Trader"
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Leopard (anthro)
Family: No relatives of his have ever been seen around the Wastelands. Allegedly has a kid sister named Katie who's currently in grade school.
Travis is fit-- not overly muscular, but fit. His proportions are average, and his eyes are brown. His primary fur color is orange-yellow (#FFBF00 in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal), which fades to white around h
Character profile: Joy"All around me, people flatten each other without a care... it's almost as if people like me, who consider it so unpleasant, aren't supposed to exist." --Joy
Type of character: Cartoon 'verse
Name: Joy Hunter
Age: Early 30's
Joy's primary body color is dark green (in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal, it'd be about #008000). Her eyes are brown, and she has a fairly standard build for her species. She has a lighter patch of green (#00C000) on her belly and around her snout and paws. Her ears are floppy and reach almost to her cheeks, and her tail is slim and of moderate length. Her paws have black pads.
Unlike most toons, she never goes unclothed; she's not comfortable showing that much of herself. When on duty, she'll wear a standard postal uniform, whereas in more casual situations she'll opt for a two-piece black bikini. She's also willing to dress fancily sho
The Valley of Snow. Situated in the caldera of an ancient volcano, it had once been lush and tropical, home to a wide population of cold-blooded mobians. That was until the Snowbirds came to conquer it. Under the command of Colonel John Snow VII, their mages quickly put down any resistance, chilling the valley's inhabitants to near hibernation as they hid in their homes. Within hours of the 'battle' ending, the valley had been terraformed, no longer a tropical paradise, but a new winter wonderland. Trapped within her house, Hisspan Down lay on the bed, her children, Katlin and Leon, tucked snugly inside her coils. She shivered, giving her babies what remained of her body heat. Leon whimpered. The cold did not affect him as much as his mother or sister, and the young wolf struggled to understand why they were so listless. Large tears welled in his eyes. A voice, soft and ethereal spoke out.
"Do not fret, Little One."
Leon looked up, blinking away the moistness and gasped, spottin
Mommy's Little Man
Jana-Qu sat at her computer, checking over her notes as she typed up her latest reports. A small squeak from nearby caught the scientist's attention, and she reached out, scratching the head of the lab mouse sitting there. Jana-Qu had many lab specimens at her disposal but this mouse, Delta, was her favourite. Sure there were others, like Gamma 13-565a, who might have been smarter, but in Jana-Qu's eyes, none had a personality like Delta did. The mouse leaned into the scratch, nuzzling as he peered at the computer screen. A soft chirp escaped Delta's throat.
"I know it's getting late, Sweetie," Jana-Qu said in response. "But Mommy has to finish these reports."
Delta snuffled and moved away from the scientist's hand, pacing on the desktop. Jana-Qu smiled.
"Mommy's work is very important, Delta," she said "You know that."
Jana-Qu continued her typing, muttering away quietly to herself.
"Blood and tissue samples taken from subject Alpha 313b appear favourable following nanite implantation
Wolfsong :Trade:The parrot sighed as he made his way to his favourite outdoor cafe, the day's troubles weighing heavily on his mind. For some reason it felt like today had been more hectic than usual at the customer service desk where he worked. So many people, each demanding that he solve their problems. So many complaints. It didn't help that today, of all days, the staff at the service desk had found themselves short-handed due to a couple sickies. The parrot rubbed his temples as he found a table and sat down. Sometimes he felt so lost. It was though among all the customers, swamped by their personal issues, he ceased to exist as a person. It made him wonder why he even bothered to make the effort and front up the next day.
"What else would I do though?" he mused.
He couldn't exactly quit. He needed the money. But the fantasy still remained: To get away from it all and never have to bother with the stress again. He raised his hand, hoping to catch the eye of the waitress, but she continued on her
Snap stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the set-up below. The grass on the steep slope had been mowed short. Large colorfully painted wooden logs had been embedded into the ground. And a fence of metal sheeting framed out a wide field of play. The thylacine smiled, spotting a figure waiting at the bottom of the hill and waved. Opal, his close friend, waved back, taking up her position between two large rubber-padded paddles.
"OK, Opal," Snap called out. "Try the left one first."
Opal complied. She picked up a length of rope, and gave it a tug. A series of pulleys went into motion, taking up the slack, and with smooth ease, the left paddle moved.
"Great," Snap yelled. "Now the right."
Again Opal did as instructed, repeating the process with another length of rope.
Snap limbered up and mentally prepared himself. With one final look down the hill, he backed up, and then dashed forward. The thylacine hit his mark perfectly, and jumped. Briefly he felt himself hover
Black and White: Hospital Hi-Jinks
Black and White sat happily on the hospital bed, watching the doctor examine their recent x-rays. The physician seemed puzzled by what he saw. Slowly he glanced at White, and then back to the dragon's x-ray. Sitting proudly in the center of the picture was the rectangular shape of a book. He could even read the title, a fact he attributed to White's cartoon nature.
"So let me get this straight," the doctor said. "For no reason at all, you decided to eat a thesaurus?"
As if on cue, White gave a little belch, bits of paper fluttering from his mouth.
"I had a reason," White said. "It was delicious. Tasty. Delectable. Savory. Uh, uh..."
"Yummy?" Black offered.
The doctor sighed and looked at Black.
"And you followed up that act by swallowing a light bulb?" he asked.
Black nodded and grinned, a soft 60 watt glow emanating from the back of his throat.
"I wasn't as hungry as White," he replied. "I just wanted a light snack."
The doctor groaned. He could forgive the dragons for