Calyptra

Of Clay and Ironies Really, mischief was such a misleading word. A schoolboy caught in mischief could mean anything from stealing a dollar from a classmate's bag, to deflowering a girl in the janitor's room. Some would say what he got upto surpassed the bounds of mischief by human comprehension. But Stan begged to disagree. Just because human standards had fallen, didn't mean his had as well. If anything, the humans had set a whole new standard for the word 'fallen'. A word he was credited with giving meaning to. Straightening his cravat and smoothing his coat lapels, Stan wrinkled his nose and tried to keep himself from showcasing a disgus

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE READ THE ARTISTS' COMMENT BEFORE READING THE DEVIATION. THANK YOU! Peculiar Fate Chapter 1 Bungled Beginnings Min Jee glared at the envelope, hoping that would make the result inside positive. She'd been expecting it for a while, but now that it was finally here she didn't have the heart to open it. Her gut was telling her not to expect much. Her heart on the other hand, was soaring. The combination made her stomach lurch. Dumping her bag on the floor she sat on the bed, crushing the envelope slightly. With one deep breath, she closed her eyes and ripped open one side of the envelope. Best to get it over with quick

The piglet envied human beings. God had granted him an eye for colour and a brain for creativity. He could have been the next Piglet Picasso if given the chance. He'd even tried grabbing the attention of his mistress by making a portrait of himself solely using hay and his poop. The mistress had walked all over it ranting loudly about all the mess. That was when he knew his genius would never be appreciated in the barn. That was when he sent up a prayer. Now God grants every living creature, human or otherwise, at least ONE heartfelt prayer. Whatever that wish may be used for, may be granted. The trick is to wording it properly. The piglet,

She was out. For once she was doing the right thing. She would let him go, and walk away from this. Turn over a new leaf even. No matter how much it hurt. Though she certainly felt like shit. With a grimace she picked up her glass of chocolate shake and took a long sip. It smelled a little odd, but tasted fine otherwise. She needed the sugar rush too much to just throw it. In a while, she realized that was a bad idea. She'd begun to feel dizzy and disoriented. Too late she remembered the other one handing her the shake, smiling kindly. Too late she remembered her own past. Well shit, she thought before passing out, so much for being nice.

Garlic, ginger, rosemary, thyme, spinach, tomatoes, a little tabasco. The meat came last. With a scowl she scooped out the lard with her hand and slopped it onto the floor, before proceeding to grind the mixture. Baba Yaga sighed. She didn't have to watch her weight in the old days. Humans these days. So unhealthy.

Mick had never dreamed of a face off like this. Not with a mermaid. Not at the sea shore. And nothing to defend himself with. It was a good thing he'd gotten that old witch to perform that safety charm for him. Even if it had put a huge dent in his pocket. This story alone would see him promoted to the editor's position. "You can try anything you want. I'm protected." He couldn't keep the smug grin off his face. She'd escaped him too many times. There was no way he was letting her go easily. She scowled at him from where she was standing. He stood with his back to the sea. She stood a few feet away, facing him. Her hands were in her trench

Every woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years. The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be