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[REND] B2. 3.1 - The Importance of a Corkboard

“Yes, we’ll meet at my house later,” Deen said on the phone with Myra.

Deen held her phone with one hand while her other hand was on the steering wheel. Distracted driving was a misdemeanor. Deen, a model law student, apparently didn’t care about that. I thought of pranking my best friend by doing a citizen’s arrest. She probably wouldn’t find it funny. I was just giddy at the prospect of complicated plotlines developing in the awesome movie that was my life.

“Please...

[Smite Happens] 6 - Sir Wilhelm Fancy Pants Attacks

Wilhelm Fenril of Golden Glade

Wilhelm mulled over the wisdom of their mission while waiting for word on the movement of their target. He wasn’t afraid of being cursed for killing a Chosen Bestowed. His grandfather slew one during the Grand Tournament held by the Solven Empire thirty-seven years ago, and nothing untoward happened to him or their family.

That was an honorable battle, proudly recorded in their family history books, compared to the disgraceful ambu...

[REND] B2. 2.2 - Campus Shenanigans

This shit again! I cussed in my head, though allowing my face only a curious expression. Maybe add a bit of fear, too, because even an innocent person would be apprehensive when questioned by the police.  

“Ah, wha-what is it about?” I asked. I didn’t know exactly why Tower Cop wanted to meet with me. I’d been up to no good with a lot of things lately.

“I dunno,” said Ramello, grinning apologetically. “But you don’t have to be worried about anything. ...

[Smite Happens] 5 - Time for Round Two

“What the fuck does that mean?” I didn’t like this riddle-like way of speaking. “Like, if I stab someone, what will happen to me?”

“It will be as if you have stabbed yourself,” Wonderwerk said as if it were the most logical thing across dimensions.

“That’s insane!” I considered myself insane sometimes, but this was too much for my standards. “How can I fight if I’d end up hurting myself too? The warrior’s fire whatever and all that. You might as well tell...

[REND] B2. 2.1 - Campus Shenanigans

I stood straighter, drawing my full height of five feet. There were baseless rumors that I was just four-eleven; those were spread by haters. I looked as confident as possible while weighing how to answer the question. What lesson was Professor Gallagher, an it’s-different-in-the-real-world type of guy, aiming to demonstrate to the class?

Ramello, to my left, leaned closer to me. “Erind,” he whispered, “say that—”

I lightly kicked him before moving sideways, toward Dee...

[REND] B2. 1.3 - Home Sweet Aloneness Again

“Fucking cool!” I clapped my hands, my metal palms clanged together. Being able to move my cute Erind body solved a lot of problems.

For one, I didn’t have to drag it around like pulling a sack of potatoes. And I had a powerful minion that I could use in a fight. Weird to refer to my own body as a minion. It was like a character in a computer game that I was controlling. What could I make it do?

“Get off the bed,” I said, while focusing on transmitting the order. It wasn...

[Smite Happens] 4 - I Guess I'm a Saint Now

I chewed my tongue while staring at the dancing flames of Wonderwerk’s beard. My stupid death kept replaying in my head. I did slip on something; that was my last memory. Obviously, I wouldn’t remember anything past that because I was already dead.

This didn’t feel like a dream. None of that floaty, out-of-focus sensation that I was familiar with. I was starting to believe this was all real… Shit.

“From my deepest heart,” said Wonderwerk, closing his golden ey...

[REND] B2. 1.2 - Home Sweet Aloneness Again

I closed my bedroom door before opening my right hand. My palm was a mess of crumpled pimple patches and caked makeup. Trying to disguise the inhumanity of my palm was just making it obvious.

The crystals have multiplied and gotten bigger. The small patch of skin that had turned into a thin gold sheet had spread, thickened, and hardened. Huh, sounds like I’m describing something nasty.

Point was, my flesh was becoming more like the plating of Spooky Erind’s golden gau...

[REND] B2. 1.1 - Home Sweet Aloneness Again

“Home sweet home,” I sang as I entered the lobby of the condominium building. Deen was right behind me.

I was finally moving back in! It was the first Monday of February. After our law classes, Deen drove me here to help me with my bags. Their weight wasn’t an actual issue. I just couldn’t be seen lugging them all in one go, and I didn’t want to take multiple trips.

Oh, and I also had a new folding bike. Hurray!

Deen was more than happy to accompany me. I ...

[Smite Happens] 3 - A Very Uncool Death

The giant, calling himself Wonderwerk, gave me a confused look. His mouth gaped as the flames that were his beard receded a bit. It was apparent that he didn’t expect this reaction from me. Why the hell would anyone think they were dead if they found themselves in a white space?

Hang on. What was that about me being dead? No way!

“You must be talking about my dream,” I said. This alien simulation giant confused me with someone else. Or this was a dream within a dream. It was...

[REND] 22 - A New Face, A New Start

Wakey, wakey, Erind… A voice singing in annoyingly high spirits bounced around in my head.

“De-Deen?” I groggily said, waking up with a start. I was surprised that I had fallen asleep. “What, uh, time is it?”

My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut. My whole body was heavy, like severely waterlogged cotton clothes. Oddly awkward to move. This feeling of being underwater again. Could it be…? Or was this because I swam quite the distance earlier?

I f...

[REND] 21.3 - Little Golden Hood

Really noisy around here, I thought, clenching and unclenching my claws. People shouldn’t bother me while I'm figuring stuff out. I, the main character, was having an internal monologue, so the scene should stop.

In the span of thinking about all that, the world barely moved.

The hell was this? My mind was on overdrive or something…

Huh, Overdrive. Was that dude still alive, or did he get caught? I hoped his car was okay. I really liked the leatherwork inside. A...

[Smite Happens] 2 - I Want Some Violence

“Wha-what?’ I stammered, my lips trembling. Words got caught in my throat. My limbs wouldn’t move. My entire body suddenly got so cold that shivers went up my flanks. This was some realistic stuff going on.

And utter bullshit!

A knife was right there. I had people to fight outside—bandits, or whoever they were. Yet, I couldn’t move. My most interesting dream in years was getting wasted because I couldn’t control my damn body. Worse, the more I’d be forced to consciou...

[REND] - 21.2 - Little Golden Hood

Two robots were in front of me.

Uh, what was a robot? Metal creatures. Food inside? Not really. Small food, barely a bite. Wasn’t strong prey.

My consciousness floated in and out of the picture, with animalistic instincts and simple thinking becoming dominant. All I knew was that I must eat. Food, not metal.

Find strong prey to—

The metal creatures shot me with a beam of light. Electricity! My muscles seized. My entire body shook as it no longer listened to me. Thi...

[REND] 21.1 - Little Golden Hood

(Author's Notes: This chapter starts after Erind left Deen earlier to fight Mr. Ogre.)

Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen struggled to use her hysterical strength as she punched the pink wall. She cleared her mind, focusing only on using as much force as possible. Don’t be afraid of injuries; they’d regenerate anyway. She shouldn’t think about how weird it felt punching this wall that seemed to slow down time. And she should also ignore the roars, gunfire, and ...

[REND] 20.5 - Big Bad Wolf to the Rescue

Try harder! I hadn’t even done that hysterical strength stuff I had trained for. Since my furry self had way faster regeneration than my cute Erind body, a battle of attrition was the way to go. I slashed the back of Mr. Ogre’s left leg as hard as I could, not thinking about breaking my bones or shattering my claws.

I finally penetrated the skin!

But it was as the cost of a couple of fingers bending backward and a claw that broke off, remaining lodged in Mr. Ogre’s sinewy gr...

[Smite Happens] 1 - This Isn't My Shift

(Author's Notes: "Smite Happens" is my new story about Emery, a psychopath transmigrated to a fantasy world as the saint/paladin of a new re

(Author's Notes: "Smite Happens" is my new story about Emery, a psychopath transmigrated to a fantasy world as the saint/paladin of a new religion. To stop her from being a menace to society, the god of this new religion restricted her from harming others unless they wounded her first. And to make that unlikely, the god also made Emery tanky. Shena...

[REND] 20.4 - Big Bad Wolf to the Rescue

My instincts texted me that this was a bad situation. It was so bad that my instincts somehow got a phone, learned how to use a keypad, and sent a message to my brain. But instead of getting scared—I didn’t know how that was supposed to feel because I didn’t… couldn’t get scared even while watching horror movies—or becoming worried, my heart started to race with excitement. Yep, excitement.

There’s a chance I might die. After almost dying during the Adumb...

ExD - 5.23.26

(Author’s Notes: This is an ExD chapter. We’ll have the last REND chapter for the week tomorrow.)

I popped Deen’s big toe in my mouth. It had such a lovely shape. I twirled my tongue around it while gently sucking. Then I grazed it with my teeth, giving it playful bites. I returned to sucking the big toe, vacuuming it as I pulled back. I released the toe with a loud pop.

I looked at Deen and winked at her. My horny beast friend bit her lip while rubbing sticks to create fire...

[REND] 20.3 - Big Bad Wolf to the Rescue

My fangs pierced Snakey Head’s skull, and my powerful jaws effortlessly crushed the superhuman bones. She didn’t have an opportunity to scream. She probably didn’t even know she was dead. Blood and mushy gray matter flooded my mouth, filling it with a metallic and earthy taste.

But I didn’t like this much. Snakey Head wasn’t a prey that attacked me. I didn’t particularly crave her.

I could’ve killed her with a slash of my claws, but I wanted to eat her brain. See how...

ExD - 5.23.25

(Author’s Notes: This is an ExD chapter. I only managed to finish one instead of my planned two because I was busy. We’ll have the other one

(Author’s Notes: This is an ExD chapter. I only managed to finish one instead of my planned two because I was busy. We’ll have the other one this weekend. Read on for some of Erind’s weirdness and shenanigans. We’ll have the regular Wednesday REND chapter as usual.)

And feel them up, I did. I was on top of Deen. Supporting mys...

[REND] 20.2 - Big Bad Wolf to the Rescue

Chunks of flesh flew as Tentacle Pile groaned like a walrus with indigestion. Its torn tentacles sprayed acid on me. The sharp-smelling liquid ate my skin away and dissolved my flesh. My regeneration fought back, even as the acid also melted new flesh.

Pretty strong stuff. It was equal parts itchy and painful. And annoying as fuck!

My predator mind shifted its cravings away from Dario. Rage focused on the stinking Tentacle Pile. I was going to kill whatever this insolent abominati...

[REND] 20.1 - Big Bad Wolf to the Rescue

Jumping off the boat, I decided to follow Dario, one of the top assholes in the city—I wasn’t too sure about this since I hadn’t done a surv

Jumping off the boat, I decided to follow Dario, one of the top assholes in the city—I wasn’t too sure about this since I hadn’t done a survey, but I was confident he’d land a high rank. Dario must’ve planted a tracker on the ship and was now returning to the other hero wannabes… and Deen. Would be fun to see how my best friend wa...

[REND] 19.2 - Blonde and Dangerous

Amber Deen Leska Deen touched her chest, feeling the warmth of the Core and the strong thumps of her heart. She mentally berated herself for

Amber Deen Leska

Deen touched her chest, feeling the warmth of the Core and the strong thumps of her heart. She mentally berated herself for not paying closer attention during the planning for the docks mission—back then, she didn’t expect to join it. They were now waiting for Myra to ambush the guards and begin the actua...

[REND] 19.1 - Blonde and Dangerous

Amber Deen Leska “Did, um, my best friend say anything?” Amber Deen Leska asked Myra, taking care not to mention Erind’s name. They didn’t k

Amber Deen Leska

“Did, um, my best friend say anything?” Amber Deen Leska asked Myra, taking care not to mention Erind’s name. They didn’t know if someone else could be listening in on them. It happened once; it could happen again.

It had been a few minutes since they messaged Erind to set off the bomb a...

[REND] 18.3 - Wolf Rambo Girl

I bent down to pick up two guns dropped by the terracotta dudes—submachine guns, probably; I didn’t know much about guns—while cartwheeling

I bent down to pick up two guns dropped by the terracotta dudes—submachine guns, probably; I didn’t know much about guns—while cartwheeling out of the way. The discs hurtled past, making a humming sound. Patches of my fur stood on end as the air hissed. Not sure what’d happen if those hit me.

I crouched and trained the guns on Sm...

[REND] 18.2 - Rambo Wolf Gal

I sprinted to the side of the docks, recalling my swimming skills, which were just so-so. And by so-so, I meant that I had difficulties if t

I sprinted to the side of the docks, recalling my swimming skills, which were just so-so. And by so-so, I meant that I had difficulties if the water was deeper than my very unimpressive height.  

I was never a fan of swimming. I didn’t even touch any body of water while we were in Bali a couple of years back, whether it was a ...

[REND] 18.1 - Rambo Wolf Gal

“Bunkers? What bunkers?” I was just making conversation with Overdrive while waiting for the hero wannabes to start the commotion and lure the guards away from the sea. Yep, I planned to swim to the 2Ms’ base—if water was Dario’s planned exit, it’d be my entrance. But I was surprised that Overdrive might have an idea where Deen and I could train. This guy was proving himself more useful than just transportation.

“You know that New York has abandoned subway stations and tun...

[REND] 17.3 - Steering Into Trouble

Overdrive

Overdrive found it difficult to drive as his eyelids trembled and his heart raced. A sudden honk almost made him jerk the wheel hard to the left. A scream crept up from deep inside him, yearning to release the rage at the bullshit pile of bad luck dumped on him today. But he kept his damn mouth shut, worried that he might offend the person next to him.

He wanted to inject inhibitors into his bloodstream to numb his body, but he also wanted to stay alert....

[REND] 17.2 - Steering Into Trouble

Amber Deen Leska

“What the hell is this?” complained a gruff voice through the smoke.

Deen could see the silhouette of a man taller than most NBA players and three times wider. He was so large that he had difficulty exiting the front of the truck. It was shocking to see his fearsome face when he fanned away the smoke, stepping closer to examine where the truck hit the van.

“Sho-should I go with you?” Deen asked as Myra slid the door open. The prospec...