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Why Not? - Part 1
(WARNING! The following text contains elements of Transformation/Detachable Bodies/Mad Science. If you do not care for any of the aforementioned topics, just leave.)
You're a what?" I screamed over the rowdy bar. It was getting pretty late, so there were drunken idiots everywhere, making a huge ruckus. It was hard to hear what he was saying.
"A -----!!" He grinned at me, with a strange look in his eyes. As I stared at the odd bartender across the countertop, looking deep into his eyes, it was as if there was a slight twinkle. I still couldn't hear what he was saying though. "Do you want to -------?!"
"Want to what?!" I shouted back. He sho
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My Roommate is a Magician - Part 2
Despite having accidentally decapitated myself and erasing most of my facial features, I figured I should keep trying to fix myself instead of waiting for my magician roommate Trish to get back home. I brought my eyes back and vanished my nose and mouth again. I needed to see to hunt for the proper tools to fix myself. While I was at it, I grabbed the disembodied left hand I had left in the bathroom. It was still functional. So, despite all my work, I was still in three pieces. But at least they were more manageable pieces. Carrying around my head wasn’t as hard as piggy-backing my upper body on my disembodied legs.
A thought occurred
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Day 14 - Scatter
I entered my dorm. A leg was swept aside by the opening door, and it was way too tan to belong to my roommate. Zoe was one of a kind, that kind being the one who throws constant parties while taking summer classes. I had to regularly spend the night at Phoebe’s to escape her. I began walking into the house, not caring if I stepped around or on the pieces that were strewn about everywhere. “Is someone there?” Some guy groaned. “Can you put me back together?” A hungover girl continued. “Zoe knows my rule. I don’t clean up after her, especially for parties.” I said. “Come on Racheal, its not their fault.” Zoe said. Her voice came from inside the cupboard. I opened it to find her head in there, right in front of the cereal box. “Its not my fault either.” I said as I pulled the cereal out, letting Zoe’s head plummet down to the counter. “How about you fix everybody.” “Can’t you make an exception?” Zoe whined. I pulled an arm out of the fridge alongside the milk. “No.” The
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Greatly enjoying the series so far, look forward to the continuation. Well done!