Thirdly

Exactly. Are they really worrying about what they need to be worrying about?

Right? 🤣Except by characters like Honey, those gods just get no respect. All I can say about that is that what is happening in this story is sorta-kinda related to what those guys are doing.

“Bestie, why are you sitting here looking so down?” Regan called out as he entered the Khonsu temple that stood between his and Honey’s houses. The temple itself featured a new marble statue of Khonsu in both forms, male and female, standing back to back on a bronze-edged altar. The statues were “god-sized,” towering over the room. Sheer drapes tied with copper ropes formed an interlaced canopy above, and round lamps along the walls glowed softly, each representing a phase of the moon.

More than meets the eye here, in setting, timeline, and wishes!

I was just thinking what to do first as a mage: revenge myself on those who have offended my dignity over the years or use my powers to have the most wonderful orgy ever held here in my parents’ home. - Be careful what you wish for indeed. That robe is almost see-through. - Sheech. He'd be giving an interesting show indeed just walking with a pole. 🤣 I want to be the Sun God, I want to be the new Tezcatlipoca! - Oh dear. “Hello Jaime, do you recognise me? What did I tell you? Be careful what you wish for.” - 🤯

The Coven - Oh boy. What am I getting into? He glanced to one side. Yes, the walls were made of timber. Did he even want to be seen in such a place? - Haha! What's so bad about timber? Pushing the door open he found his way blocked by a scruffy “velvet” curtain - HAHAHA! I love how he immediately doubted that the curtain was REAL velvet. entered what seemed to be a pastiche cavern from a B grade horror film. - I'm dying. Although physically inside the club, he felt he was outside still, observing himself and asking what he was going to do. - Nice detail. Something about Dave made him feel comfortable, or at least the stress was leaving him with every sip of an extremely strong vodka. - Hahaha! He turned and, to his horror, saw a guy from his college, Tim, as flamboyant a creature as he was a renowned and feared gossip. - Uh-oh. Not Mr. Chisme. “Hi Tim, good to see you”, he lied. “Don’t start building up a huge story. I’m here with a friend who was too shy to come on his own. I’m his moral support.” ‘God forgive me, if there is one’, he added mentally. - My boy, Jack! Nice quick thinking there. And with that Dave grabbed his arm and steered him towards the velvet curtain. - 👀 Jack started to remember more and more details: entering the club, spilling a drink over this hunk, getting a stiff vodka (ah, the source of the headache this morning, he felt ruefully), dancing, meeting the awful Tim, a nightmare in itself - LMAO! Impulsively, he grabbed the pen and wrote: Sorry for running away. You are such a great guy. THANKS - WHEW! At least he did that much. Thank goodness. As he got back to his bedsit, he unlocked the door and locked it behind him, a prisoner, he thought, who locks the cell door himself. No jailor needed. - Oof. What would he say if he bumped into Dave there, after cowardly sneaking off. Damnation! - Uh, how about starting with "Hey there, handsome?" All eyes were on him at the table. Tim was clearly getting the instruments of torture ready for an unpleasant session of let’s examine Jack’s secrets. - I don't know, bud. He at least dragged you back to Dave. I loved this one lots!

This is one seriously strong and solid oneshot. Well worth the read!

As long as the flare ups aren’t too bad, the large amounts of blood you have been losing should disappear. - DUDE. This consultant needs a class on how to treat others like himself. How would HE like it if he started bleeding out from his butt? Patients are people. He lied weekly to his parents insisting that the maintenance pills were doing their stuff, that he had gained weight, a lie, and that his friends were very supportive, another lie. He just felt utterly ashamed, embarrassed and useless. - I just want to hug him. Poor thing. Very relatable to pretend everything is alright to not worry about those he loves. But, not cool to keep suffering in silence at the same time. Breathing more calmly now, he stood up, looked down to see if there was any more blood. - Yeah, at that point I'd have been stuffing so much toilet paper between my buttcheeks no matter who sees me walking weirdly. “He’s been in there nearly half an hour, and he doesn’t look disabled to me. He should have waited his turn.” He paused, looked at the student and continued, “and he’s been here before, I swear it. He’s up to no good." - Oof. Presumptions. Presumptions everywhere. “I have a medical condition, Ulcerative Colitis, and I’m having a bad flare up. This card was given to me to show in shops and other places to help me get access to toilets otherwise not available. I can’t believe that this attendant has been so aggressive, especially as if he cares to read over there" - You tell them! He shivered and pushed himself back in his chair, his head hitting the concrete wall behind him. “Actually, first, I need to tell you something important that happened to me today.” - Yep, better to tell the truth and show your card. Poor kid.

Sometimes being right isn't all it's cracked up to be.

THIS is one of my top 3 stories written by our beloved Gary. You will NOT be disappointed. Excellent all the way through.

As an unbeliever he should not have been surprised to have had his prayers unanswered. - Just wanted to point out that the entire first paragraph was a stellar intro. We learned a lot about the MC before we so much as got his name. The transition from present day to what led to it was also well done. What had been were the origins of many “borderline” cases. Was it really possible that there was such a steady stream of successful applications linked obscurely to Cuba? - Oh my. She simply thanked him, asked him for the pen drive and said she would get back to him. Nothing more. - Uh-oh. Is she in cahoots? Are they family? What's happening? The Ambassador glanced up, noticing CJ standing coolly at the back. She gave him the slightest of glances and he slid out of the room. - Poor Stephen!

Then I'll just throw away this list of "English words to avoid saying if I ever become isekai'd into the Hazardous universe."

My Switch2 screen cast a luminous glow while playing Pokopia last night when I finally realized it was 9pm, I was not really a Pokemon, and I should attempt to sleep.

Good luck to everyone else, though!

Poetry. The one thing I can't do unless I am forced to write godawful lyrics for a story, which only happened that one time.

And yet...

"Look," Malik started, trying to push himself up again. It was the wrong move. So fast that Malik was hardly able to register it, the staff was gone and the creature was on top of him, striking him across the face so hard that his vision blurred again and his ears rang. - Did he just say "yo mama's one ugly beyotch" in his language or something? 😂

Agreed.

Alonso is an ass. The text from Jace at two in the morning lit up my phone like a warning flare. My stomach twisted in anxiety as I read his message. I checked the time before calling, pressed his contact and waited, forcing myself to breathe slowly until his familiar, half-asleep voice answered. "Why are you calling me at such an ungodly hour?" Jace grumbled. "It's already eleven," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Alonso showed up?" "Mm-hmm. I didn't n

Isis (and some of the other older gods) are currently where Ra and Nut went. 😂 Dealing with bigger and wilder issues than what's currently happening with these guys right now.

Exactly. Gotta love Jany's guts, though. 😂 "What was that? The Gods ain't helping? Let's get 'em by the balls by enlisting one of their favorites. I'd like to see 'em try and turn down this blue eyed cherub here."

Viktor regretted ever getting Farshael a cell phone. When it buzzed in the middle of the morning, slicing through the muffled quiet of their darkened bedroom, the aged vampire groaned, already missing the peace of deep sleep. He burrowed deeper into the tangled sheets, Shael’s familiar scent, clouds, and something airy, clinging to the pillows beside him. By the time Viktor cracked open an eye, Shael was already propped against the headboard, pale hair tousled, reading the message by the glow of

To add to @Jason Rimbaud's questions: Question 3: Why did his hussy friends wait so dang long before filling him in on their being together? The nerve.

Thus far, Roux is the only one that has almost all access to his unicorn abilities... able to shift into other forms and back, able to mark and claim a mate, and able to create a dreamscape. He didn't know how close he was to hitting the nail on the head when he said something along the lines of "feels like fate's given me everything but left Iris with nothing." At the very least, Winter will be able to breathe a little easier knowing his sons are relatively safe?? At the moment?? The most I can say is that a "noun" did this to them. 😈