Outfox Stories: stories to read and AI adventures to play, no account needed
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GaylynneQT · 16 Apr 2023 -
Jolene's been waiting for her date to show up, but no sign of them. But, a mysterious gentleman named Cliff swoops in at the last minute. Is this a fated meeting between these two?
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Jolene picked up the menu and looked over the specials of the day for the sixth time, or was it the eighth time? She had started to lose track of how many times she could read about the grilled steak served with a potato glaze and cooked in a red wine, whatever that meant. Apparently it was a dish that was created when the head chef swapped bodies with the janitor and allowed them to make a meal, becoming a large hit for the restaurant. Her eyes darted across the table to where an untouched menu remained sitting on the table, exactly where the hostess had placed it down. Her eyes moved up to the empty chair that sat on the other side of the table, still waiting for a warm body to sit down.
“Ma’am.” The voice of the waiter started Jolene as she jumped a little in her seat. Part of her hoped that it had been who she was waiting for, only to have been dashed away. “Would you like a little more time to consider your options?” The waiter, not so subtly, gestured to the empty chair.
“Just a little bit more,” Jolene said as she feigned her best smile.
The waiter nodded and walked away to other tables. Jolene could hear the other patrons murmur whispers to each other about her. She wanted to slink away and hide in the bathroom until the end of time. She could feel all the eyes that were on her. Maybe no one would notice if she just left. Jolene reached for her phone to look at the time. About 15 minutes past when the reservation was, and about 30 minutes since the time that Jolene had arranged to meet. Maybe it would be better to cut her losses.
“Ma’am,” the waiter said as they approached the table again. “I’m going to have to ask you to order something soon, or we have to give up your table to someone else.”
“That’s fine,” Jolene said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and tapped onto the edge of the glass of water she was provided. “I was just about to-”
“Oh, hey, there you are.”
Just before Jolene was about to get up, a blond haired man sat down on the other side of the table. He loosened up his green tie. “Oh good, the waiter is already …
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Colm's party splits one silver a month. So when he overhears about a dungeon nobody's logged yet, he doesn't wait for the rest of his crew. He grabs the party healer, Agnes, burns their emergency teleport scroll, and goes in.
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…