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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
Chapter 21 - A Chance Encounter...Monday, September 25th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
Heading out of the library and back into the afternoon sun, Alex slid his helmet on. Nathan’ place of work was next. As he made his way out of the parking lot, he saw his mother’s sedan coming his way.
Lifting his visor, he gave her a quick wave as she drove up. “Were you looking for me?”
Alex shook his head. “Just stopped by for a second.”
“Alright. See you at home. Love you.”
“You too, Mom.” Revving the throttle, Alex smiled behind his helmet.
With light traffic during mid-afternoon, it didn’t take him long to reach his destination. His sedan was parked close to the front of the store, and Alex followed suit, pulling in next to it. Feeling the afternoon breezes blow over him, he removed his helmet and headed inside. Even if he didn’t find his attacker’s scent here, he could still get Marcus something for his birthday.
Slender - Urban Angel, Archer Part 8
Archer could feel it in Smiler’s grasp as she almost clung onto him, the sense of fear. It was a fear Archer knew of once himself. But he also knew there was no sense to try and stand up to Offender. Yet Archer had and idea and looked at Smiler, urging her to let go of him. As she reluctantly did Archer moved towards Offender with a somewhat relaxed posture and stopped at a fairly safe conversation distance.
If he can’t fight, he can try reasoning… at least.
“As far as I know about you Offender. Doesn’t she have to take your rose for you to… you know?” He drifted. Offender smirked and teleported right before Archer, causing Archer in instinctively step back a few times.
“Fuck her silly?~ Well she DID touch it, and that’s good enough for me.~” Offender pointed out cheerfully. Archer shot a frown back at Smiler who shrugged innocently with a sheepish look plastered on her face. She knew Archer was annoyed she didn’t
Alphonse (creepypasta story)
When I woke up I was in that little white room, it was completely empty It's been months or years or centuries I do not even know why I'm here. I wonder what there is behind the white room. I could not guess I do not remember anything. I have this hatred and this madness that torments my mind. I need an answer. Suddenly, I hear a small voice. It said:
-Alphonse! Answer me! Are you here?!
Who is Alphonse? Who is this person calling? I'm sick of all these questions I want out of here! I pushed and I struck the door and I'm screaming by the rage . Suddenly I hear noises that resemble me then the voice said
-Alphonse is that you?
Someone knocked on the door and the little voice yelled:
-Alphonse answer ! Me big brother!
I was going to talk but another much more serious voice interrupts me:
-What are you doing here kid? This is not a place for childrens!
-But Sir, I was talking to my brother Alphonse!
-Your big brother is not able to ans
In Harms Way: Chapter 1The light shone through when Troy opened the back of the truck nudging Clementine and Sarah back in with us. I yawned and laid my head back against the hard wall. This was so shitty. I groaned as Troy slammed the shutters back down again. The noise was hurting my head, I already had a bad headache. The truck started back up again and it was a really bumpy ride. We were all really silent, I guess we didn't know what today, until Kenny broke the silence.
"Alright come on, we gotta do something, anyone got anything sharp? Anyone?" He asked.
"Clem, Leah help me get these off, look for anything sharp!"
"And what good is that gonna do?" Rebecca glared at Kenny.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people? We gotta get out of here!"
"Kenny you have to keep a level head." Carlos warned him.
Whilst the group continued on to argue about how Carver was some sort of... psychopath I took a look around the small space, looking for something that could help. My eyes then caught a broken piece
Strive To Kill Chapter 2 The sun slowly rose above the trees of the dense forest in the cool November morning. Catherine was either awake first or last, but this morning she woke up quite early. She was up carving more arrows for her crossbow, the most effective weapon in their situation. The ammunition was usually reusable, it was an accurate weapon, and more importantly, it was quiet. Loud noises alert walkers immediately of your whereabouts. Catherine's hands started to cramp up after she made a third arrow so she left her supplies in her tent and left a note saying 'I'm going to scout out the area and take down any walkers near the camp.' On the outside of her tent. Taking nothing but a couple of long knives and a pistol with two extra clips, she left the camp.
K woke up almost immediately after Catherine left, he stretched and yawned and crawled out of his tent and was blinded by the morning Sun. Curious, he looked to Catherine's tent, the thirteen year old had left a note. He
In Harms Way: Chapter 2The woman opened a door and pushed me and Clementine inside. "Go on inside, Bonnie's waitin'."
"Oh thanks Tavia but I only need one helper, there aint much work to do here." Bonnie smiled.
"Well okay. Leah, you come with me." Tavia said.
I looked at Clementine and then back at the door and walked out. "Where am I going?" I asked.
"I'll take you on up to the green house, you're lucky you'll be getting a short break before you start working up there." Tavia said.
Tavia took me up to the roof top and told me to go inside of the green house and she left. I walked inside and took a look around, there was plants lines up on all the tables. It smelled nice and fresh. I could then hear soft whimpering from inside the room. I turned around to see Sarah on the floor, hugging her legs.
"Sarah..." I said as I walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her, "Are you okay?" I asked.
"My dad has never hit me before...." She said as she placed her hand on her cheek.
I had no idea what to say, I jus
VoidHow long does it take for the dreamer to realize that the dream can never be? My life spins in an endless void, going deeper downward into an unknown world. What can I do to stop this paradox that I’m force to dance with? There is nothing here to see, nothing here to hear, nothing here to grasp. Falling downward, when will it end? My mind is buzzing with insane tired thoughts, making me want to close my eyes and sleep by-and-by.
Wake me when this torment ends, wake me and tell me I’m still alive. The endless sleep is here, pulling into the ethereal void. Where is the light that is bound to those whose soul seeks to find escape? No one can hear me in this place, I can only beg for someone to save me. I know I’ve been here before, the place so endless and constant, tormenting the mind through this bottomless pit.
The fathomless agony that hounds those who venture through, oft lose their memories by casting them from their ingenious minds; discarding them aside for
The Bloody End Chapter 3Scarcely Breathing
Don't worry, its not that ironic. I'm not a new kid with a brother who's been sent to juvey for something I did, and are going to some young child's birthday party as a good samaritan when secretly I have thoughts and ideas to kill. However I did have the urge to wear a white hoodie with black trousers just for the fun of it, but my mum told me I had to wear something a bit more colourful since it was a bright summer's day and it was a BBQ. Anyway, it's my cousin Eric's 8th birthday so I don't really get a choice but to tag along. Not really my ideal way of spending my day off. I sit groaning about it in my pastel pink shirt and denim shorts in the car but mum just tells me to stop being so stupid. I just hope there's some alcohol on the scene because if I'm going to get through this day alive, I'm going to need it.
We pull up at my Auntie's house, we do the happy family smiling, "Happy Birthday, Eric, here's your gift. You're getting to be a big boy now" rout
The Haunting: Part 1"I thought maybe this would be something you'd enjoy looking into--it's not like there isn't some historical value to the place."
"I get that, Sabrina. What I'm wondering about is why all the mystery? You act like it's some big secret." I honestly didn't know what to expect when she came to me saying she had a 'big surprise' for me. Sabrina had an odd definition of the term 'big surprise'. Sometimes it meant a new phonograph for my birthday and sometimes it meant...well, this. Looking up at the building, what had been ominously labeled 'The Corbitt House', I could understand why the mystery. If I had seen a photo of the place before hand, I probably would have passed on the whole thing.
"Besides, it's atmospheric and I hear there's some old furniture left in here that you're free to take on top of the pay."
I noticed that she wasn't really moving from the spot either. None of us had since we approached the gate leading up the dilapidated old homestead. I looked back to Albert who hadn'
Strive To Kill Chapter 1 He was tall, muscular, and handsome. His dark brown hair was messy any time of the day. All of the girls swooned when he walked passed them, but he never felt comfortable with any girl that loved him only for his well put together face. He knew Catherine, the bravest of the group, the one willing to shoot just about anyone in the head if they were bit. "If they're bit, they're already dead..." she would say.
He liked that about her, she was kind of... emotionless at this point. He had seen her laugh, he had seen her yelling in anger, but yet had he seen her cry. In fact, no one in the group had seen her cry. Not since she had to kill her own parents when they were bit. Never had she seen a more horrific sight, and she never will. Nothing affected her anymore, she killed her best friend two weeks ago without hesitating to pull the trigger on the freshly turned walker. "It's not her anymore..." she said that right before pulling the trigger. After that, she sl
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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