Docyol

Far off in the western mountains of Texas, down near the border of Mexico sat a little cottage nestled in a small town. In this little cottage was a family that largely kept to themselves in this small town, and they had been in this cottage for many years. This little cottage was home to the Pinkerton family, and though there was no snow, nor was it particularly during the winter, it didn’t lessen their Christmas cheer. Lights adorned the gutter, wire frame reindeer sat in the grass, and a wintergreen wreath sat on the door. Inside was Candi Apple-Pinkerton, the matriarch of the family was merrily humming to herself as she set the table for three. Candi’s appearance would raise a few eyebrows if one were to pay attention. Her hair was cherry red with a soft white streak and had a faint smell of peppermint about it. Though her most striking feature was hidden underneath her hair, her pointed ears. A fact that she had so far managed to keep secret from her neighbors for a long

Today was a good day for Destiny. No DSO tests to be subjected to, the cafeteria had decent food, and she could relax with a magazine on her big, fluffy couch. The best part of today for the goat girl was the fact that she had time to file her horns down some. Usually, she didn’t care too much about how long or sharp they were, but he last test she had to do involved a supposedly cursed balloon, and she ended up accidentally popping it, which prompted the scientists to severely chastise her, and that really rattled her otherwise very easy going way of things. Today was a new day, a day to just relax and recharge her batteries. However, it was not to last. The door to Destiny’s room burst open and a girl that had some very unusual features, notably a pair of overly long arms, some disproportionately short legs, and a long prehensile tail came swinging into her room with a massive grin on her face. Destiny let a small frown appear on her face as the girl perched herself on the

“The jungles of Pru’sh are hot and humid. Massive trees clustered together with thick, fan like leaves and vines that clung to the trunks made for perfect handholds for the various creatures of the jungle to scurry up and down as needed. This is the perfect environment for the subject our piece today on Flat Earth; the Pru’sh Gnomes. Intriguing little creatures, they are! They inhabit an environment that is so hostile, even myself and the camera crew must take serious precautions to ensure that we able traverse this jungle in relative safety. Now keep close, we’re about enter the Gnomes territory.” “Look Jerry, there’s one coming down the tree now! See? Normally, the thorns on the vines would deter most animals eating them, but the Gnomes are different, they are very small, barely even a foot tall and because that adaptation they can weave between the thorns with ease. Additionally, their whole bodies are covered in that thick, puffy fuzz that protects them from predators.

Stink, Stank, Stunk and Kevin were goblin brothers. Not filthy creatures that loved the thought of violence and desecration of all things good, but instead were creatures who enjoyed their simple comforts. While very lazy by nature, they were pranksters by nature, doing a little harm in the name of good fun. Though, their definition of fun could be a little one-sided, especially under Stink’s leadership. Instead of a hole in the earth leading down to a bunch of crude tunnels, they had a room with a couple of bunk beds, a mini fridge with beer and a large flat screen TV right in front of their futon. There was an aura of filth in the air with empty cans strewn about the floor, beds in various states of distress and number of questionable stains on the walls. With his brothers lounging away in the midmorning funk that came after waking up, Stink was perusing the menu for the 44th floor’s cafeteria. His eyes light up when he saw the center piece of tomorrow night’s dinner. It

“Edgar Morris, new department intern, hire date blah blah blah, where’s the important stuff......oh right. Your supervising attendant is Dr. Kyle. He’ll meet you in his office just down the hall and to the right.” The woman reading off the document lowered the sheet to glumly stare at the scrawny framed young man who was lightly rocking on the balls of his feet known as Edgar Morris. Edgar for his part was just a wrecked bundle of nerves, twitching at the slightest bit of attention. All he expected when he signed up for the internship was little desk job, maybe run a few errands for the higher ups as needed. But no! The moment he had arrived at the DSO offices was one heart attack inducing episode after another. The building itself was unassuming, just your standard grey corporate building in the middle of the industrial park of the city. What he wasn’t expecting to happen was for the parking lot to open up and his car on an elevator that brought he far below ground leading to