Wheels on the Bus
“Mommy! Look! That lady is fat!”
Hush, Freddy. And she’s not fat, she’s going to have a baby.”
“But mom-m-y! Look!”
Freddy’s mother dragged him back to his seat. “I’m so sorry about that. He’s in that phase, you know.”
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Art by SaburoX
“Hmmm… what could it mean…”
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Ash Ketchum rubbed his chin and frowned at the mystical glyphs. His eyes returned to the modified pokédex screen, where they remained equally confused by the pictures they saw. A dozen eyes stared up at him, each ringed or framed by thick dark lines. One sat in the centre of circle, another had two perfectly even lines extending from it, one up, one down. Others were more complex arrangements of lines, corners and points connected by crossbeams.
The mysterious pokémon proved an enigma to this day, one that Ash was determined to solve. It might even be his life’s dream. Especially after giving away half of his pokémon by accident and then losing in the qualifying rounds of the pokémon league. A hasty reshuffling of dreams and ambitions had lead him back to Johto where the mystery of the Unown was waiting for a sharp young mind like his to slice through the Gordian Knot…
“Isn’t it an O?” Misty asked.
His partner pointed at the first Unown on his screen.
Pikachu squeaked in agreement.
Of Wants and Witches
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The Maternity of Haruhi Suzumiya
by Darren Shields
Art by SaburoX
Episode 1: The Maternity of Haruhi Suzumiya II
A story by Darien Shields.
A heavy thud was followed by a sharp bang and finally a liquid splash.
“Aaaah! Sorry!” the redhead wailed as she looked in dismay at the puddle of green tea on the floor. Immediately she leaned towards the spill to try and clean it, when a tired sigh came from across the table.
“That’s alright Asahina-san.” Kyon cut in, rising from his seat quickly, “Let me.” he added, waving his hands to stop the young girl from bending over. ‘Or to put it bluntly, if you try to clean it up yourself, you’ll only cause more damage.‘ he mused to himself.
Mikuru bit her lip and gave him an almost tearful look. She always seemed to be on the verge of tears, but even more so over the past few days. Finally she nodded gently and backed away. She only narrowly avoided thumping the table a second time as she did so, her pendulous belly swaying close to it with every waddling step she took.
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