Tasty Tales of Transformation

 Artwork by  lonerurouni187 The journey never ended for the likes of Cam. A pit stop here, a week spent there, always finding his way from city to city, country to country. He’d been backpacking since he was 17, picking up many interests along the way that also turned out to be vital in his worldly travels. Learning new languages was certainly helpful to him, as was his more recent dabbling in bare-fisted martial arts; mostly a mish-mash of imitating what he’d seen in films featuring masters like Bruce Lee. He was still an amateur, but hoped the training would help sculpt his body as he was still quite scrawny everywhere but his legs which handled the weight of his travels. There was one skill he had picked up on though more important than the rest—good home cooking. Cam was a culinary perv as he often said himself, salivating over any opportunity to try a new dish and add to his ever-growing palette. Food sampling was a revelatory experience for him and he was never one to sh...

  Artwork by nyaaa28 “Dad, dad! Tell us a Christmas story!” little Billy shouted as he and his sister Lisa gathered around their father sat near an open fire. Their papa loomed large on his reclining chair but carried a warm serenity to him despite his size. “You little tots really should be getting to bed, but I suppose I can’t say no when in such a mood.” Dad said with a chuckle. “This time of year is very special for me. As you know, I met your mother this time of year.” “Why do you never tell us that story dad? Of how you met mom?” little Lisa pouted. Dad broke a nervous sweat and replied, “Thaaat, isn’t a story meant for children is why.” Dad then mumbled below his breath. The kids were restless though and making a fuss. Mom was out at the moment shopping and they felt this was their opportunity to pressure Dad into it. “Okay fine, fine! I’ll tell the tale.” Dad frantically agreed. “But, let me frame things in a way more uh… fit for you children.” Clearing his throat, Dad bega...