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Chapter 28 - Out With ItFriday, October 7th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Gibbous
Days until the Full Moon – 5
Once in his helmet and his motorcycle running, Alex found the first gap in the traffic and punched the accelerator. The sounds of the engine and the wind against his clothing couldn’t mask the worry he was feeling from driving towards that location, and possibly encountering Shane.
But then, what if he didn’t? What if he was already gone? There was always that possibility. The drive to the location his father told him about was at least twenty minutes; the rush hour traffic on the highway nearby however was a sign it would take longer. Chances were good he would be gone by the time he got there. It was still daytime as well.
“Ugh. C’mon, think. What can I do when I get there?”
With the police at the location, the most he could visibly do was watch and observe. But then, he could tell by scent if Shane was there, if the wind was blowing the ri
Chapter 27 - Second OpinionsFriday, October 7th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Gibbous
Days until the Full Moon – 5
Going to bed Thursday night to a mix of emotions from the encounter, Alex got up the next day to find Bailey once again sleeping next to his head. After a quick rub of his pet’s head, he got himself ready for the day. With the demo at the shop coming in less than ten hours, he was anxiously awaiting its start.
As his second class went on, he also awaited a chance to talk to Nathan. As he did so, he went over every detail of the encounter in his head, trying not to forget any details. A few times, he questioned saying anything, but his wariness of what Shane had said overrode that feeling. Whether that was good or bad, he was about to find out as class let out.
Once at a spot a good distance from any foot traffic, Alex started speaking, cutting right to the chase. “I ran into that guy again, and I got his name.”
Nathan’s eyebrows rose a bit, and then droppe
Chapter 26 - Opinions...or Facts?Wednesday, October 5th, 2011
Moon Phase – First Quarter
Days until the Full Moon – 7
The place Catherine had picked out for lunch was a slightly upscale Italian restaurant. Having left his stomach a bit empty since that morning, Alex ordered an appetizer for the group to go along with their breadsticks and dipping sauce.
As they sat talking for the first few minutes, indulging in the breadsticks as they did, Alex casually tracked a few scents around him. There was a mellow perfume in the air, coming from a woman who passed by them. One of the last patrons had chewed some intense, to him, cinnamon scented gum from the smell coming from under the table.
With another few sniffs, he started to pick up some scents of old books coming off Catherine’s hands, or her jacket. Each that he could best identify was not unlike the textbooks they all had used in high school.
“Something on your mind?” Alex brought his head up at Nathan’s question. It tu
Chapter 25 - The Second EncounterMonday, October 3rd, 2011
Moon Phase – First Quarter
Over a few seconds, both Alex and Marcus's gazes went back and forth over all the customers; there were eight in total. Mostly younger kids with a few adults. Many of them browsing but all of them had their heads and hair exposed; none with black. The person Alex had seen wearing red was in fact a woman in a windbreaker.
Relieved, but also a bit embarrassed, he felt Marcus tap his shoulder, asking if he was hungry as well. “A little.” He responded, glad to know his friend hadn’t used the excuse just to intercept him.
“I’ll grab you a burger from Ruckers, then.”
“Thanks, and medium rare is fine with me.”
However, no sooner had Marcus nodded to him than another customer entered the store. Looking over, Alex saw the face first. He didn’t need to see the hair after that. His attacker had ditched his red hoodie, leaving an untucked T-shirt.
Chapter 24 - Some Time to PauseSaturday, October 1st, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Crescent
Heading back into the bathroom, his limbs and chest shaking in excitement, Alex got a quick shower and some fresh clothing on. The only thing on his mind then was that he’d succeeded at shifting both into and out of his were form. Returning to the kitchen to find his friends and family waiting for him, some of them had very questioning looks on their faces. Despite that, and the soreness of his bones and muscles after the shift, Alex was ecstatic and his grin didn’t leave his face for long.
However, while riding with his friends to pick up his motorcycle, his enthusiasm took a slight hit; all three of them were eerily quiet during the ride. As though they were afraid to say anything. Judging by their scents, they weren’t afraid. Maybe deep in thought, or thinking about something else.
“Give it some time.” was what Alex said to himself after thanking Marcus for the ride. Wavi
Chapter 23 - Logic and EmotionFriday, September 30th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Crescent
Listening to the outside noises, he heard wind blowing against the truck, but nothing else; his shaky breathing thankfully didn’t echo inside of the truck bed. Taking a sniff of the air, all he could smell was his own sweat, his clothing, his breath with the steak spices on it, and an old trace of soda. The latter two reminding him that he was in for a hunger attack soon.
He would have to endure it. Sans any soreness, Alex felt shaky at the thought of how his friends were reacting not even five feet from where he was.
Listening again, he finally heard a voice. “Think he’s OK?” It was Catherine.
“I think so.” This time it was Nathan.
Unable to tell if they were saying those things out of fear or concern, Alex reached out with one paw and tapped the liner twice. He wanted to talk instead, but for now, this would work. Better they not look like they were talking to a caged ani
Chapter 22 - ...Of Two WerewolvesWednesday, September 28th, 2011
Moon Phase – New
Finishing off the last of the second sub and his soda, Alex headed back outside. Once back on his motorcycle, he thought through all the places he had found this guy. The first was the park, too far away from where he was now. Then, Catherine’s place of work and Nathan’s, both relatively close. One near his neighborhood, and the last two where he was now.
Starting the engine, he made his way over to Gamestop first. Nathan’s car wasn’t there, but the store was lightly packed. Looking through the windows while he pretended to mess around with his phone, he didn’t see anyone with grey clothing or black and bleached hair. Although that made him feel hopeful, he had to check for his scent to be sure.
Heading inside and doing a full walk of the store, as small as it was, Alex felt more like a wolf than a civilian as he kept near the floor, checking for that scent. Even more so than a month befor
Script Frenzy Sample - Elder Scrolls: Ghostly TravThe Elder Scrolls – Script Frenzy
Premise – Allian, an Imperial Magician, and Dar-sen, a Khajiit Nightblade, encounter the spirit of a long dead traveler while cleaning out a bandit hideout. She says she has no idea how she died, of if she did; only that she woke up to find herself here. With some reluctance, the two friends decide to take her to a priest of Kynareth to find out what happened. The truth will lead them beyond High Rock and into Hammerfell and Cyrodill.
3 MILES NORTH OF WAYREST, HIGH ROCK
INT. SILVER MINE – EARLY AFTERNOON
Crouching in the shadows of a room inside the silver mine, ALLIAN and DAR-SEN are observing a pair of bandits dividing up a few pieces of silver. Nearby are a pair of torches, providing only minor illumination.
How much is here? Ten ounces?
No. I think eight. Still worth about a hundred septims, though.
DAR-SEN looks over to ALLIAN, growling lightly before whispering.
Why do these peo
HetaCorpse Party - Chapter 4: Finding clues
The purple painted floor was barely to see. Too big, too many holes litter it.
"An exit must be downstairs.", meant Germany.
"Let us first pop in this classroom.", suggested Italy.
"We don't must go in there. We must go downstairs as fast as we can."
They went to the western stairway. The way to it wasn't very long.
"Just look, Doitsu!"
In the ground to the stairs gaped a big hole.
"It is too big to jump over, but when we find something like a plank then we could go over it.",Germany mumbled.
"No problem,vee~! I am sure here is definitely a plank from the floor laying around."
They went back. It was unconfortable to be in a building like this. Still they have so many friends here, that they will surely find one of them.
"Aaaah!", Italy screamed.
"What is it?" Germany turned around to his friend in shock.
"T...there in the classroom... I saw how scissors was thrown against the window to the floor."
"scissors..." Germany made a handsign that Italy should sit
"Ok, I made up my mind what we are going to do." Melody stood up and looked at her bored friends "And what is that?" Anna asked. "We are going to the SlenderMan woods!" Melody yelled. "No." Louis spoke up. "Aw come on Louis! It will be fun." Melody glared at Louis. "So its fun to die?" She asked. "We're not going to die..there is no such thing as SlenderMan." Melody joked. "Then why go?" Louis crossed her arms. "Because, it's something to do. And they say there are these notes that are stuck to trees, and other places. I say we make a game out of it." Melody walked to her dresser and pulled on a jacket. Louis rolled her eyes, as she to stood up, "What are the rules?" She asked. "No rules, who ever gets more notes before the sun rises...wins." Melody smirked. They all followed Melody to the kitchen, she grabbed six flashlights. "Ok, no one gets an extra flashlight." Melody handed everyone one. "What if it stops working?" Adam asked. "Oh well."
The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 1
We had stayed in the house for about a week but I wasn’t still used to the awful smell. I knew now the place a lot better.
There was a cellar but it was off-limits because the door to it was stuck. Dad had tried to open it a few times, but he had gotten bored of it fast. There was enough space for all of our stuff so the cellar didn’t matter that much. Although I would’ve been interested to check it out in case there was something interesting.
I had started to feel a bit weird after staying in the house for awhile and the school was starting on next week. I was beginning to feel nervous already. We had no neighbors because of the desert surrounding us. There was no internet either. What a nightmare to a teenager! Sigh, but I needed to let it go.
The house had three floors to it: cellar-, ground- and the second floor. My parents were living in downstairs whereas I was most of the time upstairs playing games on my xbox or watching TV. The silence was really unusual, but
TFP: Escapism - Chapter 3Chapter 3
Optimus wandered through the hallways of the Autobot base, the quiet hum of the ventilations and the buzz of the electricity running the base the only noise accompanying him. It had been a stressful time for everyone on the base with Breakdown among their ranks. It was understandable that Arcee would be livid at the concept, but she didn’t seem to understand the severity of the problem.
There was something wrong.
As he continued to walk around, trying to keep his steps quiet as to not wake anyone, a quiet sound caught his attention. It sounded like… a guitar?
Out of interest, the Prime started to follow the sound and raised an optic ridge when he found himself being drawn to the Medbay. Was Ratchet still up? And what was he doing?
His question was answered when he walked into the area, spotting the orange and white mech sitting down and reading something on a datapad. The source of the music was on his computer console
A Raven and a Writing Desk: Chapter 1Asking me to recount the tale of my insanity is like asking me to recite the entire Bible from memory: parts will end up changed and aspects will be omitted, although not purposefully. The trouble I have telling this story is that while I’m positive something horrible happened, I can’t truthfully discern which parts were real and which weren’t. I will share what I remember with as much accuracy as possible, but don’t hold me to it.
It all began on a dark and dreary December night in 2013. Rain and wind howled in the windows as frigid air leaked in through whatever crevice it could, winding through the stillness like a hunting snake ready to bite my sides and infect me with its cold poison. Typical Bellingham weather. I was used to it, after so many years, so it didn’t bother me.
I sat at my desk, which sat in my room, which sat in my rather secluded house on the outskirts of the city. I hunched over my paper as I scribbled upon it, movements neat and quick
The silence is not your friendIt was just another average day for Lucius Barker. Wake up, have a shower, get dressed, attempt to eat breakfast without throwing the bowl at the wall, take an early morning beating from his foster father, go to school, come back, have dinner, do homework then go to bed. Lucius was 16 almost 17 living with a foster family after his parents were shot when a bank robbery went horribly wrong. He himself had been in the bank with his parents at the time and saw the shooting happen. After that he refused to speak to anyone unless necessary. Refusing to speak got Lucius into trouble a lot in school mainly with boys and girls who picked on him. Another reason for the abuse he received both at home and in school was the fact he heard things. Voices to be exact. The voices in his head told Lucius to do things he didn’t want to do which resulted with him yelling for them to stop and to shut up. Today was the day everything went wrong for Lucius. He did his normal routine and waited for his
A Killing Obsession Chapter 5Tormented
I’m with my mum, currently standing in someone’s back garden. Looking round, I start to recognise it. The one I was in before with the same kids running around playing cowboys, the same groups of people nattering together and the same boy with the white hoodie. Jeffrey Woods.
Well, Jeff the Killer, the name I’m most accustomed to.
But…watching Jeff now, he doesn’t look like he has one ounce of “killer” in his body. He looks harmless. The last time I had seen him here he seemed dark, miserable, lost, confused, basically every negative emotion under the sun. Now he looks the total opposite of all those things. His brown hair is brushed back, his brown eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling and laughing. The little kids must have invited him to play “cowboys” with them and surprisingly Jeff agreed to join them, and even more surprisingly, he was having fun.
I can’t help but just stand there and stare at him. It
Where Nightmares Play - Epilogue“Two weeks ago, up-and-coming artist Janine Hyland vanished from her motel in Wallace, Idaho while touring for the first time. Her manager, Jack Cason, reports having last seen her on the walkway outside of their room with her friend Sophie Sahall. Miss Sahall told police that she Janine wanted to ‘enjoy the scenery’ for a little while longer the night they checked in, and never returned to their room. They discovered that she was missing the next morning. Their sound technician, Hamlet Tuson, stated that they were all supposed to have stayed the night and left the next morning for Plymouth, Minnesota. Search teams scoured the area but found only a small amount of blood. This blood with confirmed to belong to miss Hyland, but nothing else has been found. Stay tuned after the break to find out what the chief of police thinks of the situa-“
The television powered down as Jack pushed the power button on his remote. He
The Dark Carnival - A Song Fiction
A group of them, maybe five perhaps six, oh what fun to pick them out like sticks. They eyed them from the gates with glee as from the woods this crowd did flee. With eerie delight they did revel in their plight as they watched them struggle from behind this tattered blood red curtain.
The ghouls then did start with a fright when the shadows themselves did send to their sight the man behind the big charade, the one that would start their big parade.
It was time to lure in the crowd they decided and here was when the shadow man provided…
To your places! Everyone to your places! It was time!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Boys and ghouls!
The first creature shouted for all to hear, calling to all both far and near.
Step right up!
Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of delight! Horror! Fantasy and terror!
The ghoul continued as the small crowd started to gather at the curtain covered gates.
Your every wish is our command!
Your every whimsical desire brought to lif
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