Stories tagged “transformation”

  • The Formula Was Good For Something

    Up to his elbows in warm sudsy water, the scientist was not content to let his failure simply drop. He considered changes to the formula to try. This time something felt more right. This time it burned in his veins for a little longer. It made his hear...

  • A New Acquisition (Retro Ficlet Challenge)

    “But—why are they so small?” Nina asked. “Aren’t they supposed to be as big as horses?” “They are,” Alan said. He sighed, irritated. Wouldn’t she just let him get back to his work? “The terrarium is dimensionally transcendental.” ...

  • Never Trust a Car Who Says He Loves You

    He said he loved me. He said he would always protect me. He would take good care of me. I’m not sure why I believed him. I mean, it’s seriously weird when your car starts talking to you. But he wasn’t really my car. He was a robot. He...

  • Mother Nature

    She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, eyes darting nervously around the room. Her bare feet were curled protectively under her, and she nervously bit at her pinkie. The fluorescent bulb above her buzzed steadily. A light addled moth found its way in...

    • Author: cyanidepony
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Magician's Last Trick

    “You can’t blame yourself.” he said. “It was my fault! I should’ve been there.” Tears leaked out from under my mask. He gave me a wry smile. “You were always there for me. I never expected you to get between me...

  • High Priestess and Herald

    Bony hands grabbed Marie and hoisted her aloft as if she was some sort of prize. They carried her through the streets and though it was day, no one raised a hand against them. People had learned to avert their eyes rather than risk getting involved. Ma...

  • Mother of Corruption

    A great crack appeared in the ceiling as it buckled under enormous weight. My partner disappeared under the falling debris that heralded the horror that landed in a heap of sweltering flesh. The creature had once been a woman but now she was a monster....

  • Pint-sized Angel of Death

    Father Mancuso collapsed at the Little Flower church on a balmy spring morning at the age of sixty-four. He spent his final moments in prayer with friend and protege, Father Raymond. Cancer claimed his life, but many felt he lived on. Father Ray prayed...

  • Mommy's Little Girl

    Fire consumed her skin, revealing tiny, ruby-bright scales. The Fire Daemon stretched, enjoying the freedom from flesh and ran fingers through hair that was a wreath of blue to golden flames. “Beautiful,” her husband murmured in the corner....

  • It's a Gun's Life

    And as if being turned into the gun of a robot that used to be my car wasn’t bad enough, when my captor was assigned guard duty at a refinery it was even worse. It wasn’t a petroleum refinery. They would herd people into small cells with me...

  • Trigger Event

    There was plenty of fighting. I was fired a lot. I did my best to try to hold my fire, or miss, or whatever, but like I said, it only used my brain. The part of it that processed visuals, I guess. As long as I could see, he could shoot at what I was se...

  • Gun Body

    After the fight was over, she took me away from the fighting, back to the Aegis base, sending me reassuring thoughts through our link as she went. She almost didn’t need to; I was happy enough no longer to be under the control of that nut case th...

  • Man I Feel Like a Robot

    I took my first steps in my new body, then turned to look at my robot savior. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re all right now?” she asked. “More than all right. It’s like you’ve given me my life back.R...

  • Partnership of the Gun

    “My future?” I asked. She nodded, kneeling down to speak to me face to face. “I can probably get you assigned to another robot body, if you want. A car, like mine, or a motorcycle.” I shook my head, the servos making little whir...

  • Yes and No

    Yes, I do, sprang to my mind. Her eyes scanned our path ahead, ears pricked for the sound of prey. My eyes bore into the back of her skull. With a fatigued acknowledgement of the lightening sky she cooed, so pleased with herself, “Come. Your hung...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Object/The Fall (Mature)

    My chest heaved, burning with new-found sensation. me. Crumpled doll in the corner of the dank, empty room. I heard a strangled whimper in the dark choke out “how…(then, even quieter)why?” My head. When did hair become so painful? Ago...

    • Author: InZanadee
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Continuous Light

    Why’m I A part of time? Life’s like the day— Increasing, Peaking, Easing Naturally away Even when I’m weakening I ask for it to stay The heart is Dying in a darkness Like the evening Taken to awaken In a lengthening ray Of...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hearts and Roses and Red, Red blood

    Angelica’s skin molded and rippled like potter’s clay, her fingernails growing into long curved talons, her now snake-like arms multiplying like the heads of a hydra. A hundred gibbering mouths flowed outwards from her face. Phillips backed...

    • Author: JayDee
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • Death

    There used to be a dimension called Squadaland. I say used to because it imploded. Someone had planted a bomb using an inter-dimensional missile. One person escaped. That person swore revenge. He studied in other dimensions, learned the arts of magic, ...

  • Almost Forgotten

    She sat on the edge of the bed in her silk dressing gown and blankly stared at fuchsia on skin. It was too early for meaningful or functional thought. A snippet returned to her and she frowned at the half remembered image. Perhaps it had to do with why...

  • Patient Zero

    Natalya screamed in horror and surprise. There was a sickening crunch and Nikita doubled over in pain. Natalya cowered in the corner and sobbed hysterically as Nikita writhed on the floor in bone wrenching agony. Blood spurted and pooled around his tor...

  • Talking to your Belly

    “Why don’t I remember entering your birth canal?” Sally mused, rubbing her stinger’s abdomen. For some reason, she REALLY liked it… “You passed out shortly before entry,” Jessy explained, patting her belly. ...

  • The Skin I Cannot Escape

    I erased myself one day, Of all the colors on my skin. I molded myself with clay, Shutting out what’s within. I became an empty slate, My character anew. Not yet stained by sin and hate. And in this form I grew. I grew until the clay, it cracked....