Microfic Roundup

She calls me Lizzie, and Lolly, and Maneater. I call her my Angel. I'd do anything for her.

The impacts happened at 14:53. The internet exploded soon after. Metaphorically.

Excuse me, I'm from the council. Your spirit realm appears to be parked in a public shrubbery. Do you have clearance for that?

I mean, yes I can consume 'normal' beverages, I just don't get anything from them. But laying on her kitchen floor like this is awkward. So sure. Tea.

Of all the supernatural forces that picked chosen ones, this wasn't a bad option to land on you. Sure, he was on every government watchlist ever, but overall he could lead a normal life.

According to this I'm responsible for everyone I *let onto* the ride, and I told you no, plus I don't have training for climbing inside a cheery rubber deathtrap, so...