TomStrange Invitation - She approached me, smiling, her fangs gleaming even in the darkness. "We got off to a rough start. Sorry about that, Tom. I’m Lian," she said, extending her hand. I stepped back. "Don’t be afraid, little one. I won’t hurt you. Is there anywhere we can get coffee at this hour? My treat, and then I’ll drive you home." Though utterly dumbfounded, I somehow managed to reply, "Yeah, the bakery. It should already be open." Had I really just said that? Suddenly, I burst into uncontrollable laughter, my voice echoing off the buildings. "A vampire woman offering to buy me coffee, what a ridiculous dream!" I said aloud, adding with a grin, "Guess I’ll wake up in Dystopia any second now..."2Remix
Tom"Need a Taxi, Little One?" - Meanwhile in Germany: I shivered. After walking a few hundred meters and already soaked to the bone, I realized that trekking 10 km home wasn’t an option. As I passed a side street, a sudden voice cut through the rain: "Need a taxi, little one?" I flinched. The familiarity of the voice was unsettling. Turning my head, the glow of a passing car illuminated her figure. It was her, the vampiress who had attacked me in Shairi’s refuge, the one I’d inadvertently brought from Dystopia into the real world. "Come on," she interrupted my spiraling thoughts, "you’ll catch your death out here." The biting irony of a vampiress warning me about death made me laugh. This was now the second time a vampire woman had ambushed me after leaving Henry’s pub. Was this becoming a habit? My life was getting stranger by the day...2Remix
TomA Night of Battle: Shairi’s Fierce Encounter - (Abridged story in the comments section, due to pointless automatic censorship)3 Comments4Remix
TomWhen Supergirls Meet: A Night Out in Cologne - As late evening deepened into dark blue, Tom was still nowhere to be seen, and Susi, Candela, and Sarah finally met outside his apartment. The excitement was palpable, their first in-person encounter after knowing each other only online. Without a second thought, they decided to leave Tom's sleepy village behind and head to Cologne, just an hour’s drive away. Before setting off, they’d set up a discreet motion sensor with a camera and facial recognition at Tom's apartment door, ensuring they’d get an instant notification on their phones the moment he showed up. With that covered, they took off. Cologne, the bustling metropolis on the Rhine, promised the vibrancy they were craving. With its melting pot of cultures and famously friendly, open-minded people, it offered an electrifying nightlife, a far cry from Tom’s quiet town where the foxes and hares had long since bid each other goodnight. While Tom was out with Hilda and Meech somewhere, the three supergirls rocked the city of Cologne, making the night their stage for an unforgettable first adventure together.10 Comments11Remix
Tom"An Espresso for the End of the World" The bar was wrapped in that sleepy silence only closed spaces know, but Henry, still tidying up, always had one last drink waiting for me. "One strong espresso, Henry," I said, "I don’t want to sleep tonight." I don’t want to end up in Dystopia again, I added silently. “You got it, my friend!” he replied, flashing a warm grin as I sat down at the next table, wrapped in the bar’s amber glow. The brief flash of a car’s headlights cast a strange light across the window before it faded into the rainy night, a lone drifter, off home or to a shift in the early hours. The rain drummed a calming rhythm against the glass, and I pulled over a crumpled newspaper, its headlines almost surreal. “On the house tonight,” Henry said, interrupting my drifting thoughts as he handed me the espresso. I nodded my thanks and scanned the news, a catalog of turmoil: Criminal Trump elected again, Germany’s government coalition collapsed, right-wing parties surging across Europe, record CO₂ emissions, wars escalating beyond control. And then the most absurd headline hit me: "We are screwed!" Below it, a photo showed dolphins leaving Earth, a final warning sign from creatures so attuned to the world’s suffering, they sensed it was time to go. Unlike us, dolphins didn’t ravage their homes to ruin; even wildebeests, with their trampled migrations, left no poisoned soil, no scorched earth in their wake. I drained the espresso, set the cup down, and took Henry in a silent embrace. Stepping outside, the chill struck me deep. Autumn had slipped too quickly into winter, and I was woefully underdressed for the bite in the air.5 Comments13Remix
TomA Flicker of Dawn in the Midnight Rain - It had been a strange, wonderful time with Hilda and Meech. They’d found me in the gray hours of morning, crumpled and exhausted in an alley after yet another near-miss escape from a vampiress. How they tracked me down, I couldn’t say, this life of mine, tangled with Dystopia, had long left the realm of rational explanation. I’d stopped questioning it; pondering it too deeply could turn a sane mind to mush. Yet there they were, Hilda and Meech, a reminder that there were still people who held onto hope, who kept my own flickering faith alive. We hit the pubs, late-night clubs and other interesting locations around my hometown, savoring the warmth of dimly lit rooms and conversation that danced between philosophy and trivialities, laughter filling the gaps. By the time we parted, I asked them to drop me off at my favorite Irish pub, where, surprisingly, the lights still shone against the dark, rain-soaked streets. Meech and Hilda didn’t ask questions—they’d long since grown accustomed to my oddities. “Bicho Raro,” they called me with a smile, an endearing term for someone like me, a “strange creature.” As I watched their taillights fade, I waved them off, but a part of me lingered, wishing Meech had given me just a little time alone with Hilda. Maybe we could have picked up that conversation from before, the one that began when the beautiful blonde visited unexpectedly. But now it was just me, alone in the rain. In the distance, a hint of dawn crept over the horizon, blending with the soft patter of raindrops and the dim pub lights. The world was stirring, and I was standing here, still halfway between dreams and reality.2 Comments12Remix
Tom"In the Depths of Her Element" - The lake’s water was ice-cold, barely ten degrees Celsius, but to Sarah, it felt like home—water was her element, her sanctuary. A powerful swimmer, she moved with ease, absorbing the life-force of the clear, untouched lake. Each stroke rejuvenated her, each breath drew the water’s energy into her core. Somewhere, Tom was making his way to this place, and with each moment her curiosity grew, a surreal anticipation to meet the man she had only known in bizarre dreams. As she emerged from the lake, energy radiated from her in waves. Strength thrummed through her limbs, nearly too much to bear. Nightfall approached, and with it, she hoped, would come Tom. 6 Comments19Remix
TomDreams of Fire in the Golden Grove - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in the quiet village where Tom lived, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Unfazed, the striking Latina decided to explore the surroundings, her steps purposeful, her gaze keen. In a small, cluttered souvenir shop, she discovered an old, beautifully crafted sword. Though merely a piece of decor, it drew her in with an undeniable allure. After some persuasive charm and a handful of cash, the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let it go. As a skilled and passionate swordswoman, Candela felt the blade’s weight settle comfortably in her grip. She made her way into the nearby woods, finding a secluded clearing where golden evening light spilled through the autumn-painted trees. The air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, crisp and vibrant, a perfect contrast to her own fiery spirit. The sun hung low, casting a warm, amber glow over the forest and illuminating her in hues that felt like a reflection of her own energy. With practiced precision, Candela moved through her stances, her form merging with the pulse of the forest around her. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air as though testing its mettle against the tranquil scene. She had dreamt of a sword forged from fire, a blade that matched her essence, wild and untamed. In the quiet of the clearing, she could almost feel its heat in her grasp, an extension of her will. As she practiced, her thoughts wandered to Dystopia, to the creatures that awaited her there, lurking in the shadows. They would soon taste the wrath of her element, her fire, and she would bring them to their knees, igniting their fear like dry tinder. Candela’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve, her spirit aflame as she honed her strength in the golden autumn light, preparing herself for the battles yet to come.1 Comment15RemixTomDreams of Fire in the Golden Grove - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in the quiet village where Tom lived, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Unfazed, the striking Latina decided to explore the surroundings, her steps purposeful, her gaze keen. In a small, cluttered souvenir shop, she discovered an old, beautifully crafted sword. Though merely a piece of decor, it drew her in with an undeniable allure. After some persuasive charm and a handful of cash, the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let it go. As a skilled and passionate swordswoman, Candela felt the blade’s weight settle comfortably in her grip. She made her way into the nearby woods, finding a secluded clearing where golden evening light spilled through the autumn-painted trees. The air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, crisp and vibrant, a perfect contrast to her own fiery spirit. The sun hung low, casting a warm, amber glow over the forest and illuminating her in hues that felt like a reflection of her own energy. With practiced precision, Candela moved through her stances, her form merging with the pulse of the forest around her. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air as though testing its mettle against the tranquil scene. She had dreamt of a sword forged from fire, a blade that matched her essence, wild and untamed. In the quiet of the clearing, she could almost feel its heat in her grasp, an extension of her will. As she practiced, her thoughts wandered to Dystopia, to the creatures that awaited her there, lurking in the shadows. They would soon taste the wrath of her element, her fire, and she would bring them to their knees, igniting their fear like dry tinder. Candela’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve, her spirit aflame as she honed her strength in the golden autumn light, preparing herself for the battles yet to come.1 Comment15RemixTomDreams of Fire in the Golden Grove - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in the quiet village where Tom lived, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Unfazed, the striking Latina decided to explore the surroundings, her steps purposeful, her gaze keen. In a small, cluttered souvenir shop, she discovered an old, beautifully crafted sword. Though merely a piece of decor, it drew her in with an undeniable allure. After some persuasive charm and a handful of cash, the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let it go. As a skilled and passionate swordswoman, Candela felt the blade’s weight settle comfortably in her grip. She made her way into the nearby woods, finding a secluded clearing where golden evening light spilled through the autumn-painted trees. The air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, crisp and vibrant, a perfect contrast to her own fiery spirit. The sun hung low, casting a warm, amber glow over the forest and illuminating her in hues that felt like a reflection of her own energy. With practiced precision, Candela moved through her stances, her form merging with the pulse of the forest around her. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air as though testing its mettle against the tranquil scene. She had dreamt of a sword forged from fire, a blade that matched her essence, wild and untamed. In the quiet of the clearing, she could almost feel its heat in her grasp, an extension of her will. As she practiced, her thoughts wandered to Dystopia, to the creatures that awaited her there, lurking in the shadows. They would soon taste the wrath of her element, her fire, and she would bring them to their knees, igniting their fear like dry tinder. Candela’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve, her spirit aflame as she honed her strength in the golden autumn light, preparing herself for the battles yet to come.1 Comment15RemixTomDreams of Fire in the Golden Grove - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in the quiet village where Tom lived, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Unfazed, the striking Latina decided to explore the surroundings, her steps purposeful, her gaze keen. In a small, cluttered souvenir shop, she discovered an old, beautifully crafted sword. Though merely a piece of decor, it drew her in with an undeniable allure. After some persuasive charm and a handful of cash, the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let it go. As a skilled and passionate swordswoman, Candela felt the blade’s weight settle comfortably in her grip. She made her way into the nearby woods, finding a secluded clearing where golden evening light spilled through the autumn-painted trees. The air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, crisp and vibrant, a perfect contrast to her own fiery spirit. The sun hung low, casting a warm, amber glow over the forest and illuminating her in hues that felt like a reflection of her own energy. With practiced precision, Candela moved through her stances, her form merging with the pulse of the forest around her. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air as though testing its mettle against the tranquil scene. She had dreamt of a sword forged from fire, a blade that matched her essence, wild and untamed. In the quiet of the clearing, she could almost feel its heat in her grasp, an extension of her will. As she practiced, her thoughts wandered to Dystopia, to the creatures that awaited her there, lurking in the shadows. They would soon taste the wrath of her element, her fire, and she would bring them to their knees, igniting their fear like dry tinder. Candela’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve, her spirit aflame as she honed her strength in the golden autumn light, preparing herself for the battles yet to come.1 Comment15RemixTomDreams of Fire in the Golden Grove - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in the quiet village where Tom lived, only to find that he was nowhere to be found. Unfazed, the striking Latina decided to explore the surroundings, her steps purposeful, her gaze keen. In a small, cluttered souvenir shop, she discovered an old, beautifully crafted sword. Though merely a piece of decor, it drew her in with an undeniable allure. After some persuasive charm and a handful of cash, the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed to let it go. As a skilled and passionate swordswoman, Candela felt the blade’s weight settle comfortably in her grip. She made her way into the nearby woods, finding a secluded clearing where golden evening light spilled through the autumn-painted trees. The air was filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, crisp and vibrant, a perfect contrast to her own fiery spirit. The sun hung low, casting a warm, amber glow over the forest and illuminating her in hues that felt like a reflection of her own energy. With practiced precision, Candela moved through her stances, her form merging with the pulse of the forest around her. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air as though testing its mettle against the tranquil scene. She had dreamt of a sword forged from fire, a blade that matched her essence, wild and untamed. In the quiet of the clearing, she could almost feel its heat in her grasp, an extension of her will. As she practiced, her thoughts wandered to Dystopia, to the creatures that awaited her there, lurking in the shadows. They would soon taste the wrath of her element, her fire, and she would bring them to their knees, igniting their fear like dry tinder. Candela’s eyes gleamed with fierce resolve, her spirit aflame as she honed her strength in the golden autumn light, preparing herself for the battles yet to come.1 Comment15Remix
TomOn the Hilltop: Susi’s Elemental Serenity - On the hilltop, Susi overlooked the vast autumn forest below, its canopy ablaze in shades of crimson and gold. The air up here was pure and crisp, as if distilled by the forest itself, rising from the earth to cradle her. This air, clear and untainted, was her lifeblood, her element. She breathed it in deeply, feeling it fill her like a river of strength, coursing through her veins and grounding her in tranquil vitality. She moved through her poses with a graceful resolve, her limbs cutting through the cool, sunlit air like the branches reaching out below her. With each breath, she seemed to gather the forest's essence into herself, absorbing the strength of its roots, the resilience of its trees, the calm persistence of nature’s cycle. Susi’s spirit soared above, tethered only lightly to the earth, but she was balanced, finding strength in her grounding even as her essence floated with the breeze. Tom had yet to return, and she knew it could still be some time until he reappeared. So, she used the time well, making the forest her sanctuary, drawing patience and peace from it. For a rare and precious moment, she felt a spark of joy flicker within, a lightness born from the serenity around her. The corners of her mouth lifted, and her face softened into a fleeting, radiant smile, like the sun piercing through the clouds for a single heartbeat. It was the kind of smile that transformed her, a glimpse of her inner warmth usually hidden beneath her composed exterior. The air seemed to carry this energy, amplifying her presence as if the forest itself recognized her as kin. The hilltop breeze danced through her hair, and she breathed in deeply, knowing that this pure, vibrant air was her ally, her essence. She was not only a part of this landscape; she was its embodiment, a quiet force, grounded and free, poised in the fleeting stillness before whatever lay ahead. Remix once16Remix
TomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27RemixTomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27RemixTomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27RemixTomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27RemixTomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27RemixTomCandela's Road to Dystopia - Late in the afternoon, Candela arrived in Frankfurt, her mission clear and her spirit blazing. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she was ready to ride into the unknown, past borders both physical and mystical, straight toward the edge of reality, into Dystopia. The fiery Latina was brimming with resolve, prepared to confront demons and take down anyone who dared to oppose her. She knew that once there, her legendary flame-forged blade would be waiting, ready to channel her fierce determination and light up the darkness. But first, she had a rendezvous with Tom. Only through him could she enter the world where she would ignite a path to justice.11 Comments27Remix
TomThe Vampiress's Promise - As I awoke, the vampiress was still perched on top of me, but the smug certainty had vanished from her face. First, irritation flickered across her features, then anger. But she regained her composure swiftly, unzipping her leather jumpsuit and pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses, slipping them on with a defiant flourish. “Damn daylight!” she muttered. “You got lucky this time. I don’t know who’s messing with me or how many protectors you’ve got, but next time, you’re mine. See you around, little one.” With that promise, she rose, lifted her head confidently toward the sky, and smiled before striding down the street, her heels echoing off the cobblestones. I sat up and watched her retreat, confusion mingling with relief. She didn’t burn up like the other vampire who had hunted me before. Only then did I notice the chill of the ground beneath me. The sky above was overcast—a cold, late-autumn morning. The surroundings looked familiar; I was back home in good old Germany, about a fifteen-minute walk from my apartment. I got to my feet and began to walk.Remix once6 Comments26Remix
TomThe Sentinel Spirit in the Purple Feline - Suddenly, the vampire’s face faded from my sight, and my soul was enveloped in a warm white light that pushed back the darkness. A beautiful melody drifted around me, and a sense of weightlessness, bliss, and deep safety filled me, as if I’d become the carefree little boy, I once was. I found myself standing on a vast, turquoise meadow that stretched to the horizon, covered in delicate pink flowers. Above me, a starlit sky shimmered, and the air was filled with a scent of longing. "You are safe now," said a purple cat standing beside me, her female voice calm and comforting. "Who are you? I dream of you so often." "I know," she replied. "I am a spirit , trapped in the body of a cat, here to protect you. But I can’t always help you, you should avoid danger more often, rather than seek it out. Beauty can be deceptive, be wary…" Then, slowly, the scene faded, and I awoke...6 Comments19Remix
TomBeneath the Vampire’s Gaze - The vampire sat on top of me, her elegance and strength like a dark weight, pressing down on me. Her eyes, black as the deepest oceans, looked down upon me, as if they knew everything I thought, everything I felt. The world around us blurred into a vague hum, as her presence filled the air with an unbearable tension. Her smile was a promise of seduction and destruction, and I could almost feel the dark magic in her voice. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, laced with a tantalizing malice. "I won’t claim you so easily. First, I’ll savor you, like a delicate feast, before the final bite. For now, let me enjoy your warmth, little one."Remix once7 Comments24Remix
TomLonging for Her Evil Kiss - The attack took Shairi completely by surprise. The vampiress hovered over her, delivering a blow with the iron rod that knocked her out cold. Effortlessly, the vampiress shoved me to the floor, grabbing my leg to drag me into the hallway. There, she straddled me, her eyes—deep as black oceans—pierced into my soul, dissolving all resistance. In that moment, all I could do was long for her kiss. Her beauty overwhelmed me, and I was lost...Remix 2 Times2 Comments25Remix
TomSusi: In Pursuit of Tom - Meanwhile in the real world, Germany: Susi glanced at her reflection in the train window, barely holding back a grin. She had dressed with intent: a snug, dark green sweater that clung to her curves, paired with a short black leather skirt and thigh-high green stockings. The outfit was more than a little daring, meant as her backup plan if Tom proved… less than cooperative. She already knew he was an "easy guy," as she liked to call him, a puppet on a string when faced with a look like this and the right smile. Men were so easy to manipulate; it was almost laughable. The thought sparked a wicked gleam in her eye, and she could already imagine the fun in store. As the rain beat against the window, Susi sank back, savoring the idea that this encounter might be a far more entertaining game than she’d planned. The final battle in Dystopia loomed ever closer, and with Tom as her gateway, it was only a matter of time before she was drawn into it, perhaps along with Sarah and Candela, who might be on their way to join them in Germany already.Remix 4 Times12 Comments34Remix
TomMore than 100 Followers, Thank you! - Over 100 followers – nice! Thank you for being part of this journey. Your support means a lot, and I’m excited to keep sharing, learning, and growing together. Here’s to more milestones ahead! 🚀 Simple, grateful, and forward-looking – should work great for connecting with your followers! 14 Comments20Remix
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