Reverse Scale Novels & Stories

As for Frank, he desperately grabbed the hands of the specialists, begging to know if there was any hope for him. All the specialists shook their heads with regret. "It’s too late. The only option to save your life is castration." "No way! Everything was fine last time! Did Janet bribe you to do this to me on purpose? How can someone as healthy as me end up a eunuch?!" Unfortunately, no one could save him now.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Perhaps it was Elara's soft features that made her seem non-threatening. Rosalie scoffed arrogantly. "What? Don't trust my writing?" Elara extended her hand. "Hand it over." Rosalie pulled a stack of papers from her bag. Elara took the offered apology letter, scanned it, and remarked, "The format is wrong here. Incorrect word choice there. Subject-verb order reversed. "Ms. Fisher, did you fail elementary school?" Rosalie's face paled. "What mistakes?" Elara turned away. "Let's have the homeroom teacher give it a go."

Of course. Minnie dropped her stuff at her desk and opened her drawer, pulling out her jar of cocoa butter. She rubbed it into her hands slowly, ritualistically. Her palms were dry from stress. And if she was going to shake this donor’s hand, it had to be soft. Firm. Confident. She looked around her office. Posters of The Specials, No Doubt, and Debbie Harry in all her glory filled one wall. Her old Doc Martens sat beside her diploma from a state school that took a chance on her. Bright throw pillows. Cluttered bulletin boards. A lava lamp.

it said. Three more shadows paced towards me and the bat thing, and as they got closer, I realized that I was in a deep mess. The figures were huge, probably 7 feet in height. They all looked the same, humanoid but with white scales for skin, webbed hands and feet. The figure in the middle towered above the rest. It had clear scaly facials, with human features, deep black hair, and quite the large size breast.... No, these things were enormous. If I could invent a new word, I would say......"Enormouficamous"... They made me shout glory in fear.

"Are you ready Elliott?" "God yes," I translate with a smile as she signs with enthusiasm. I climb out of the bed and Carol turns off the ventilator, detaching the hose. We wait a minute to see if she can breathe on her own. After thirty seconds she starts wheezing and gasping for breath. Carol quickly reattaches the hose and turns the ventilator back on.

Vanessa turned to face Mr. Walker with disgust in her eyes. What type of question was the teacher asking her? "It's a photography camera", she replied either way and turned to look at the teacher as she said it. "Wow. I did not know that was what it was", the teacher said sarcastically and Vanessa turned her head to the front so she could roll her eyes at his words. She did not want to look disrespectful to him. More so, so not in his face was she going to do that.

“Oh, right! The head.” He then leaned in closer as he informed, “See the head?” He showed the head of the nail to me. I noticed the head wasn’t like a regular nail, which was shaped to be flat on top for nailing purpose. Rather than that, the head is shaped to look like the spiraling fletching of an arrow. “I designed the head to go against the wind flow. Like that, when you throw this, the nail will spin, the speed increases and the damage will be more lethal. Other than that, you won’t have to worry about wind resistance that could cause your nail to miss it’s bearing.” Kaiser’s simple explanation made it easier for me to understand. With how the head is designed, I can say it’s enough for

It was nice listening to him laugh, even if it was at me. “How did you manage to get the phone?” He stopped his laugh and huffed exaggeratedly. “I had to ask Helen who I think asked one of her employees. They purchased the phone and brought it in. Then, I picked it up from Helen.” Another huge sigh on his end. “You should see this thing. It’s a flip phone…like…in the 90’s. The front little screen? Yeah, it only shows the time. And it doesn’t even pop up when you bring the phone up. It literally has to be pressed on. It’s got snake on it…that’s it.”

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.