Misterdoe's Fiction

“What do you mean, who am I really? I’m Paulette, just like you — did we go over this already?!” said Paulette2, taken by surprise by Paulette’s outburst. After a few moments of silence, while both seemed to be lost in thought, Paulette2 continued, “I think I know what’s bothering you. I may even have [...]

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As Bryan savored his biscuit, the group’s dinner order floated over on a large tray. One by one each order floated up from the platter and to land gently in front of the appropriate person. Paulette especially appreciated not needing an implement to crack open the claws of her lobster order — all she had [...]

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“Depends on what you mean by ‘wearing,’” a familiar voice replied from across the table. Paulette looked up to see two outfits of clothing standing at the other side of the table, filled out to shapely feminine contours — one completely pink (unzipped hooded sweatshirt over a tube top, gloves, miniskirt, sheer leggings, sandals), and [...]

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Once they had passed the offending thicket, the source of the voices became plainly evident…
Bryan was seated at a table, laughing and enjoying the company of… Paulette?!
It took Paulette a moment, after doing a double take, to deal with the rush of thoughts that came at her with the sight of this obvious impostor. Who [...]

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Subreality City, like just about every other plane that runs on imagination, occasionally has visitors from Out There, as Adriana Pinto called it. Some of these have no real idea where they are as they wander the streets, unaware that the Wolverine they see is really Wolverine and not an actor in character. So there [...]

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