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Borrowed for the Holidays

I was lucky enough to be the barista who took his order, the rush had just ended and he walked in with a pair of sunglasses looking at the glaring screen of his phone reflected in a white sliver across the edge of the frames. His attention was glued to a Reddit page and he didn't look up when he ordered. This was something I was used to in California. Especially Los Angeles.

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Nice Catch

The bartender was mid-shake, liquor sloshing in his mixer, when his gaze collided with a stranger on the dance floor. Seth, dancing with the pulse of the music, was trying to lure the bartender into some sort of seduction from afar. But Seth was older, softer around the edges than the sea of tight, youthful bodies surrounding him, and his dance was more uncoordinated than he would have liked. He stumbled, catching himself before smoothly walking over to the bar.

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Voyeurs

My fingers clenched around the glass holding scotch poured over a thick cube of ice when the doorbell rang. The liquid sloshed inside the glass just enough to reach the lip, teasing the edge, before falling back inside. The silhouette of a man was on the other side of the frosted glass and I took a deep breath that felt like if I held it I might pop. My nerves were getting the best of me, but I found the courage in my exhale to grab the door handle and twist it open.

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Guardian (Pilot)

Alex threw a pair of white feathered wings down on his bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. A long day’s worth of sweat washed down the drain leaving him almost sparkling as he wiped the condensation off the mirror and checked himself out. He followed the movement of his flexing pecs as he finished drying off, the two muscles bouncing as the last droplets of water were wiped away from his skin. With a smirk, he spun around and turned his attention back to the angel costume sitting in disparate parts on the bed.

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DJ Husk

"Do you think that's him or it's just another one?" I practically had my lips pressed against Laurel's ear and she was sipping her drink while her hips moved to the beat.

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Daemon: There's No Such Thing as Monsters (6)

Freddy arrived at the high-security lockup where Scrappy was supposed to be taken, only to discover that Scrappy had never arrived there.

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Echoes

I. Roommate

The phone screeched like metal on glass, the voice on the other end nothing but a broken whisper. My hand dropped, letting the device clatter against my thigh. Mother's words came through in staccato bursts: "Grandfather...passed..." At the same flicker, the air before me thickened into the silhouette of a glowing white figure. A ghost in my apartment wouldn't been unnerving enough - my grandfather's ghost shattered my mind.

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Upgrade

I watched in horror as the frail old man, his steps shaky and deliberate, made his way down the bustling street. Suddenly, a grotesque tentacle slithered out from the shadows of a nearby alley, coiling around his thin neck with a sinister grace. In an instant, he was yanked from the sidewalk, his cane teetering for a moment before falling to the ground with a muted clunk. The air filled with the unsettling sounds of sloshing and squelching as the tentacles, slick and glistening, invaded his body, leaving a chilling silence in their wake.

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Alien Next Door

The late afternoon sun slanted across my front porch in warm, honeyed rays when I answered the door and found Mr. Lenny - my next-door neighbor and rival dad - standing there utterly naked. His skin gleamed pink in the light, every contour of his body laid bare. He wore the same sheepish, almost-boyish grin he always did when trying to best my father, only now his bravado was entirely unclothed. My gaze flicked down to the undeniable evidence to his arousal, then back up to his face, which quivered with a strange mixture of embarrassment and want.

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The Ghost Hunter's Guilty Pleasure

The sun was dipping low when Dennis's black SUV rolled up the curved drive toward the old mansion. The front lawn was trimmed to perfection, the ornamental iron gates framing a riot of roses - deep crimson, pale blush, gold - intertwined with ivy that crept up the stucco walls. The mansion itself was a masterwork of craftsmanship: every cornice carved in swirling arabesques, every window sash painted in a soft cream that still bore the original brush stroke. In front, a wrought-iron gazebo stood half-stripped, its peeling paint revealing layers of history; once the restoration was complete, its filigree roof would offer a cool refuge beneath the summer sky.

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The Serpent's Puppet

The crate outside my neighbor's house looked like it had survived a war - splintered wood, black lettering smeared across every side like warnings. It had been dropped off by a man who moved like he wanted nothing more to do with it. He slapped a letter onto the front door, then ran back to the truck, disappearing into the passenger seat just as the engine roared and the vehicle tore down the street.

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Daemon: Following the Crumbs (5)

“What do you want, Freddy?” Shaggy, or the daemon controlling him, finished putting his shirt on. He made sure to go slow, reveling in the fact that Fred was uncomfortable. I peered in from the balcony, only able to see a sliver through the blinds as Max stood behind me. Max had his hands on my waist to keep me from leaning too far in.

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Daemon: Another Clue (4)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

Fred was back at the museum where the Daemon Ritus was stolen and he looked around the shattered glass. He kicked a piece and it clinked along the tile. Someone coughed behind him and Fred turned to see a group of officers arrive.

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Daemon: Surprise Guest (3)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

I let my eyes drift open after having spent the entire night with Max. The now open windows let in a much light as possible now that Max was inside a body. Safe to bask in the beams. I found him standing out in the living room, looking out at Crystal Cove and wearing nothing but a tight pair of underwear. I sit down on the sofa and admire him while he enjoys the warmth.

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Sketch & Rein (Pilot)

My drafting table had a screw missing from the hinge that propped it up at the perfect angle. I had made it a habit not to draw with my face so close to the page so that I would inhale the graphite that dusted the surface of the paper, but now the top wobbled as the tip of my pencil drifted along my drawing and my straight line zigged. The model I was drawing was curvaceous, a close representation of the model that commissioned me a dress for a gala event that she would be attending with her husband. Our first meeting consisted of her showing me a wonderful selection of dresses that her eye had been drawn to and I used them as the pool for my inspiration.

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Daemon: Loose Lid (2)

Updated 6/8/25

I bolted upright from the bed, my heart still racing from the whirlwind night of delving into uncharted territories with Max and his newly acquired body. To say he explored mine would be an understatement we tangled intensely, sheets twisting around us like a storm. Never did I imagine finding myself in such an alien yet fascinating situation, but the insatiable curiosity within me burned fiercely. I left him in a tangle of blankets where his soft snores whispered from the depth of sleep and headed to the kitchen, craving clarity. The robust aroma of coffee filled the room, a comforting embrace as I savored each sip, standing transfixed before the machine. The mug hit the counter with a definitive clink, half-drained, and I was drawn back to the bedroom as if by some magnetic force.

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Napping Roomie

I came home to my roommate closing the fridge wearing nothing but a pair of blue underwear. He did this often, not that I cared. In fact, I actually really enjoyed it. I'd come home to him in a pair of sweatpants, free-balling it with a semi while playing video games and every time he'd make a successful goal or a multi-kill he'd celebrate while that snake pressed against the fabric. Plus, I couldn't complain because he really helped me when I was in a tight spot - offering up his spare room when I couldn't find a place to stay while I was in school.

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