GIFT-Making a Good PresentIt was an ordinary day for the snow leopard Nafster. He was busy punching out a story when his phone rang. He checked the contact then picked up. "Hello, Amelia," he said, taking his hands off the keyboard.
"Hey, Nafster!" Replied the anthro rat. "I have a little problem."
"Sure, what's up?"
"I was asked to make somebody a gift but I don't know what to do."
"You don't? I thought you made something new each week."
"I do, but... just come over. I really need you."
Nafster furrowed his brow. Was something else going to happen today? Well, he trusted Amelia. Probably not. "Alright, just give me fifteen minutes. I'll be right over."
"Thank you!" With that, Amelia hung up. Nafster sighed and saved his document.
Roughly twenty minutes later, Amelia received a knock at her door. She opened it to see Nafster standing there. "Hello," she greeted him, opening the door wide to let him though.
"Hey. So what's up?" He asked as he walked in.
"Well, I need to make somebody a gift but I need you to hel
Free Samples (A TransFun story)Well I can't exactly say this is what I expected. I was standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by my torn and tattered clothing. Below me, my phone rang. Oh, boy. How was I going to explain this one?
My day started off ordinarily. Because it was the weekend and I had some money, I decided to go watch a movie with my girlfriend, Abby. So I called and before long, we were in the mall's parking lot. However, we wound up a little late and missed the showing we had planned to see. No big deal, we just decided to wait for the next one by going to other stores.
The day took a weird turn when I saw a kiosk with a sleek, professional sign that read "TransFun." I commented on that to Abby. She furrowed her brow and asked, "What's TransFun?"
"I don't know myself," I said. "I think I remember hearing about them on the news. Didn't they do like energy drinks or something?"
Abby frowned. "Then why the weird name?"
"No idea," I responded. "Wanna check? We do have an hour until our movie."
TFU- Chapter OneMark Tallen walked through the open door and into the small classroom. He was 24 years old, and was a bit on the heavier side. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
The classroom had only two other people in it, the teacher and a woman who was sitting at one of the desks. She had wavy hair and dark skin, and was looking rather bored as the professor was busy setting his desk up for the class. Mark decided to sit next to her.
"Hello," he said, causing her to look up from her phone. "What's your name?"
"Helen," she responded.
"Name's Mark." He held out his hand for a handshake, but she declined. He retracted his hand and muttered, "Okay."
Three weeks ago, Mark had filed he classes he was willing to take for his fourth year of college. He had his majors, which included is normal English and writing classes, his minors, and then the elective classes. One of said classes was "Self Defense with Magic." It was one of the smaller courses and