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Sylph in “Metal Fatigue” with thanks, once again, to The Mole for giving me the inspiration for the title by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. {sss…click} {sss…click} {BZT! BZT! BZT!} {puzhweeee-} {vnn…} “Miao?” “Oh, no.  Fatty!” {Spak!...Krnch!} “Uh oh…” {Grab! brnk!} {vnn—squeee!} {p

Sylph in “Brand New Day” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. “Ohhh… “ow.” {stretch} {shriiip!} {creak} {snap, crack} {THUD!} Sylph opened her eyes and immediately squeezed them shut again.  The light creeping in through the barely opened blinds seemed staggeringly bright. “Told ya it wouldn’t hold,” came Kali

Sylph in “Strong Drinks” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. {groan…} {creak…} “Sylph…!” “Whups.  Got it!” Just looking at the immense teenager, it was clear that the sturdy salon chair hadn’t been designed to carry the incredible weight of her frame.  The hydraulic pillar that made up the base had compressed as f

Sylph in “Rat Race” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. {Grab} “Wait…” {Tug…krnch!} {Kssh!} “You know, Sylph, the sign said push…,” Jen’s dry voice informed the hulking girl.  Sylph stood there, red-faced, in the doorway to the student union, the bent and mangled aluminum door, sans glass, still held in her musc

Sylph in “All-Nighter” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. “Groan!” {stre-e-e-etch!... shred!} {pop! pop! pop!} {crash!} {tzing!... tinkle!} {thip!... pff!} {toink!... pok!} “Ow!” “Oops.  Sorry, Kalida!” Kalida sat rubbing the small bruise on her forehead from where the bottom button of Sylph’s overburdened

Sylph in “Assisted Compositions” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. {huff-huff} “Just one more, Joe!” “hih… hih… hih…” “Oh.  my. God.” “spot… “spot… “SPOT!” Todd tore his eyes away from the impossible woman who was edging her way into the weight room long enough to grab

Sylph in “Student Orientation” by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. {knock, knock, knock!} “huh?” {snrk} “just a…{yawn!}…second!” {THUD!} “OW!  stoopid, frakkin’, ratzen, ratzlefratch!” Finally, the door opened and Wade stood face-to-face with the young woman in the doorway.  The only