Tasty Tales of Transformation

  Artwork by Mirufui / Based off a roleplay with Terse  I walked within a field of sunflowers, admiring them as I often did. The giant field a few miles outside of town was one I often visited, sort of a sanctuary for me. Here, I felt removed from the hustle and bustle of my weekly grind, basking in the flower's fragrances and at times falling asleep on the soft soil beneath their swaying blankets of shade. Today I decided to wander deep into the massive field, further than I ever had before. Then, I saw her. A mysterious, green haired woman with a parasol walked up to me. She wore a plaid skirt and a waistcoat of similar color and pattern over a plain white shirt. A red eye peering from under the bangs of her wavy, shoulder length green hair gave me a puzzled, slightly worried look. Once upon me, she said nothing. “Ah, um... good day, miss. Didn't expect to see anyone else around here.” I hadn’t expected someone else to be this far out and admittedly was feeling awkward from ...

  An exasperated gasp filled the foyer as Jackie shuffled into the house, finally escaping the unbearable summer heat. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she quickly made her way into the shade of the kitchen, taking off her blazer along the way. The commute back and forth from work had been rough this month given the heat, but she always knew she had her girlfriend Megan to look forward to once she was home. However, she had yet to greet her today. Jackie noticed a large box on the kitchen counter and a note to the side of it. Taking a look at the note first, she realized it was from Megan. It read that she had gotten her a gift for their anniversary and that she’d be back soon after grabbing them something nice for dinner. “Crap, it’s our anniversary?” Jackie grumbled. She had forgotten and had no gift she could think of to scrounge up quickly. “I’m sure she’ll understand. Wouldn’t be the first time.” An uncertain smile crossed her face, but a smile nonetheless, as she looked at...

  Artwork -  Joecanvas The lively sounds of a street market in Brazil filled the ears of a young man wandering from stand to stand. James was not native to these lands, but had come to think of them as home all the same after an extended stay within the country, and this city in particular. He had learned the basics of the language he’d need for the trip, but here there were enough English speakers for him to get by relatively well. It was a dream vacation for him, and one that at this point he hoped didn’t have to end. Squinting his brown eyes, he looked up at the sun-drenched sky and smiled, washing his creamy skin in the amber light. He felt a gentle gust of wind travel through the stalls and kick up his low-cut brown hair and he scanned the pretty sights still before him as he continued his walk. He only had 2 days remaining on his trip, but he was already in throes of homesickness, but for this  place. He had acclimated so well, quickly making friends, finding his ro...

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