Double or Quits
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2025-05-11 18:31:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Veronica Tremont stepped out of the sleek black sedan, clutching her robe closed as a cool morning breeze swept across the driveway. The venue loomed before her - grand, elegant, and exactly ...
2025-05-09 19:24:53 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
These past few days have been a blur of endless floral arrangements, and some painfully awkward conversations. Throw in my hastily improvised French lessons and a generous helping of forced femininity, and yo...
2025-05-05 02:30:38 +0000 UTC View PostOh dear, Jamie... looks like you’ve landed yourself in quite the pickle.
2025-05-02 05:36:32 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
Two days ago, I was full of hope, clutching my new phone like it was a ticket back to normality. Today, that hope has been well and truly dashed against the jagged rocks of reality. I contacted the school, th...
2025-04-25 16:03:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe room fell into silence, save for the rhythmic tapping of Victor’s fingers against his tablet. A moment later, the screen changed again. This time, Agent Munroe didn’t gasp - not because th...
2025-04-24 18:24:01 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
My sanity feels like it’s hanging by a thread, and I’m seriously starting to question what’s real anymore. How is any of this even possible? How can a regular guy like ...
2025-04-11 22:22:59 +0000 UTC View PostVictor Crane twitched in his seat, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against his thigh as a bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple. On either side of him, he could feel t...
2025-04-09 22:19:28 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
I spent all of yesterday hiding out in my hotel room. Usually, I wouldn’t mind the peace and quiet, but given my current situation, it felt more like a weird kind of exile. ...
2025-04-05 01:25:25 +0000 UTC View PostTo prepare for his role as one of the best undercover agents the country had ever produced, Javier Roca had undergone some of the most intensive training known to man - the kind that pushes a person to their limit in ...
2025-03-28 22:52:57 +0000 UTC View PostDear Journal,
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to keep a diary, but here we are. Apparently, writing things down is supposed to help me feel less lost - at least, that’s what my life coach s...
2025-03-21 04:10:21 +0000 UTC View PostI've spent the last week or so playing around, trying to figure some stuff out.
My first question was: Could I even create what was in my head and make it look presentable? The answer to that is yes.
But then came the next question: Co...
2025-03-18 23:51:35 +0000 UTC View PostWow! I didn’t realise how long it had been since I last worked on this. After spending a few hours trying to create a new post, I almost decided to abandon the series. The problem I found was that the way I make images has changed significantly,...
2025-03-14 23:12:53 +0000 UTC View PostHunched over his computer, Victor Crane rocked anxiously back and forth. He tugged irritably at a strand of greasy, unwashed hair, muttering as frustration gnawed at him. On the monitor, a surreal scene was...
2025-03-14 06:42:01 +0000 UTC View PostJust a quick update - there won’t be any posts this week, except for a new Double or Quits (if I can find the time). I’m working on something new and need some time to practise some new skills.
2025-03-04 21:24:42 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for the delay on this one. After starting to put it together, I decided I didn't like the first 15 or so images and spent the next three days editing them.
But better late than never, right? Enjoy! :)
2025-02-28 21:55:03 +0000 UTC View PostJavier stepped out of the shower, a shiver running down his delicate frame. His new body - slim, fragile, and soft - lost heat far more quickly than the muscular one he had once taken for...
2025-02-27 02:59:41 +0000 UTC View PostTammy fastened the clasp on the back of her signature oversized hoop earring, feeling the familiar weight pull at her earlobe. Her nimble fingers moved with practised ease, the long red acrylic nails at the tips barely slowing her...
2025-02-22 02:37:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe grand façade of the Wyatt Hotel loomed ahead, just as it had last year. But while the building stood unchanged, everything else had.
Graham Horton strode ahead of him, crossing the road with the effortless ...
2025-02-19 17:31:34 +0000 UTC View Post“We did it, Mr Wright!” Mia announced as she burst into the women’s washroom, her voice buzzing with excitement. “You were the perfect little hostess at the presentation. We’ve got a deal on the table....
2025-02-14 04:48:39 +0000 UTC View Post“Do I look alright?” Tommy asked, flustered, as he turned left and right, checking his reflection in the living room mirror.
Seated nearby, scrolling through her phone, Maddison slowly lifted and then shook...
2025-02-07 18:24:01 +0000 UTC View PostLarry jolted awake to the shrill blare of his alarm echoing throughout his pink prison. Groaning, he pushed himself upright, mindful not to break one of his long, glamorous nails. “Dios...
2025-02-05 20:11:01 +0000 UTC View PostTommy stepped through the front door, barely having time to drop his bag on the ground before Maddison burst into the hall from the living room. “So, how was your weekend in the big city?” she asked ex...
2025-02-01 02:57:37 +0000 UTC View PostMorgan Wright cast an uneasy glance downward, struggling to locate his feet beyond the imposing obstacles now occupying his line of vision. For starters, his breasts - standing to attention - appeared almost...
2025-01-30 17:21:01 +0000 UTC View Post