The Black Corset: Part 2 Amy gradually woke from what could possibly have been the best sleep of her life. The morning sunlight beamed though her curtains as it danced though freshly frozen icicles hanging just outside her window. For the first time in months Amy realized that there was nothing she really had to do today.
Finally, Amy lazily opened her eyes and stretched her arms in front of her; her elbows and fingers popped as she clenched her fists. However, when Amy tried to arch her back into the air she let out a faint whimper in confusion when she realized that she could not clear her sheets. Even though Amy was still for the most part asleep, she realized that something was wrong.
Moments later, Amy dropped her hands to her stomach, but to her surprise her palms met with something hard beneath her covers. Slightly alarmed, she raised her head from her pillow and glared, with blurry vision, at her desk; where she had left the box the previous night. Almost a full minute pas
Symbiotic Boots, Part 1: Escape from Oscorp
Part 1: Escape from Oscorp
"Somebody better have a good explanation for what just happened here!" said Mr. Denzen furiously. A vein in his forehead was known to bulge when he got especially angry, and it was doing exactly that right now.
A short, slinder boy with thick glasses who couldn't have been more than 30 jogged over to Denzen after looking at a computer monitor.
"Umm, sir, if you come this way, I can explain everything."
Denzen walked towards the computer monitor, and as he did, the boy, whose name was Jake, explained the situation.
"Well, sir, as you know, Oscorp has been developing a super suit based on the symbiotes."
Denzen nodded. By this time they were near the computer monitor. Jake sat down and typed something in quickly, and a graphic popped up on the computer. It displayed a featureless man rotating 360 degrees to show every angle.
"We took samples from every symbiote currently still with us, and well as a few samples we had in storage of oth
The Black Corset: Part 1The Black Corset
Last day of class, last final done; Amy thought to herself as she strolled to her car. It was late in the day and the parking lot was nearly empty. Hers would be the last set of college finals given that fall semester and she would be off for the next month.
The weather was a bitter 40 degrees, cold but not cold enough for snow; a light mist began to pelt Amy as she hurried to her car grasping at her coat all the way.
Amy rounded another corner and was finally in sight of her car but just as she smiled in relief, a look of confusion mixed with curiosity crossed her face. She could see something had been set on the trunk of her white Toyota Corolla, a large cardboard box that was now soaking up the rain that fell onto it.
Just a piece of trash, Amy said to herself and shook her head; some people can be very rude. She unlocked the