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The Entranced Gorilla Part 1 (Gorilla TF)If there's something I'll never stop hating, it's stage hypnosis! All of those hypnotists tend to be phony, I've been on stage with several hypnotists over the years and not one of them has ever put me under. Maybe I'm just hard to hypnotize, but I doubt these hypnotists know what they are doing. My hypnotherapist is the real deal, he's able to easily put me under with no sweat! I had always assumed the techniques of stage magicians held no water, they were all smoke and mirrors. Well, with the exception of hypnotist that I met who's techniques seemed rather unnatural. I met this special hypnotist one day at a resort. I was on my way to see a special marathon of King Kong they were airing at a theatre next door, when I happened across a performance hall.SirgeTheStar
In big gold letters were the words, "The Great Mikba: The World's Greatest Hypnotist!" What kind of a name is "Mikba"? I thought only magicians had weird fake-sounding names like that! Now, I was truly intrigued, how great was this mag
UL- Scaled down (tf)“SOS! I repeat, SOS, my lines have broken!” He croaked, clutching the mobile close to his jaw. “My name is Jared Cartwright, I was exploring Felsidhe Cave on the west coast and my rope came loose, I cannot find a way up, please… please send help!”Reel123
The reply was muffled by the overly loud crackling that the device emanated. It was fine, it was a hardy make, and new, he’d only got it for his twenty fourth birthday last month. Apparently you could drop it three stories and it would still work, so what was that fall in comparison? That couldn’t have been three stories, but it had caught him a little offguard; the sudden rush of the air, the impact of his body slamming down on chilly water and hard unrelenting stone, the confusion of what had happened to the old chain he’d been following- the Devil’s trail.
Clearly a rock had fallen, or there had been some other change in the caves geography in the fifty or sixty years since the chain gu
Invisible Wings, 4/4I didn’t realize how hard flying would be.Arrow-Quivershaft
It wasn’t the flapping that was hard. It was the soaring. Hawks … we make it look so effortless when we’re in the sky, gliding and circling overhead. But there’s so much to learn, so much to practice. How to angle your wings just right into the wind; how to recognize updrafts and take advantage of them. How not to get battered downward in storms, and how to recover from a fall before you panic or hit the ground.
I had a lot of learning to do, still. And I didn’t have the upper-body strength that I would’ve if I’d spent my whole life doing this, nor was I as small or as light as most hawks were. I figured that something had to have changed about me, to let me fly at all … maybe I’d gained some muscle or hollow bones, or maybe it was the same magic that kept people from seeing me for what I was. But whatever it was, it hadn’t made flying effortless. And after a minute or so, I was
Invisible Wings, 3/4“Keep this pressed to your chin.”Arrow-Quivershaft
“Okay.” I held the gauze pad to my face.
“I need to get bandages and disinfectant … ” Jen was tapping notes into her flip-phone. Either that, or texting someone. “Do you want me to get you anything?”
I shook my head, and winced.
“Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll be right back.” Then she left, and I was alone on the bench, facing into the empty park. The park where I had just soared.
I hadn’t asked Jen what it had looked like. I hadn’t asked what she’d seen me as, and if I’d actually flown but just convinced myself that I had. I didn’t want to ask. My knees were still shaking, and my heart was still beating fast …
… but not as fast as when I’d thought that I might be a bird.
It took me a moment to realize what that meant.
A couple of robins landed, on the grass just across the woodchip playground lot. They took off when I jumped to
Horsey Halloween (Horse TF)October 31st had rolled around once more, and I was not happy one bit. Why? Because I hate kids! Every three minutes, kids are ringing my doorbell and demanding candy! Not this year, I've got turned the lights off and I'm hiding in the basement with Mountain Dew and Doritos. No one can find me when I'm hiding in my secret lair! Just then, I heard knocking on my door. That's strange, I was sure my guard-walrus would've scared the kids off. "Sirge, it's Phil, I know you're in there! Also, your pet walrus won't stop slapping my shins with his flippers." Dang it, it's Phil!SirgeTheStar
I slowly walked up to the foot of the stairs, making sure not to make any sound in the process. I was going to stand there out of sight hoping Phil would give up, but he kept banging his fist on the door. "Open up, or I'm turning into an eagle and building a nest in your chimney again!" Darn it, the last time he did that it took me a month to clean it out! I ran over to the door and quickly opened it up. Phil was