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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.
Chapter 20 - Covering the BasesSunday, September 24th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
The feelings of relief carried over into the first stretch of his shift the following day. Arriving just after noon, Daniel was helping a few customers at the trading card counter. After clocking himself in, Alex took over at the register.
“Kind of busy today, isn’t it?” Alex asked while ringing up a few comics.
“Just a short rush. Give it about ten minutes.” Daniel replied.
Giving a small shrug at that, Alex kept his focus on work, lightly smiling with many of his customers. Daniel’s claim of ten minutes was soon overshot by several more minutes, but Alex was eventually able to get back to the floor. His first pair of customers at that point, a married couple by the rings they wore, asked for his help at the comics section.
“We’re looking for a certain comic for our daughter.” said the father.
“Ah, cool.” Alex said. “Do you know wh
Chapter 19 - Those You TrustSaturday, September 23rd, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
Friday passed without much change in routine, letting Alex concentrate on what was coming. At least in between sessions on his grindbox and an extended time at the Tampa shop. As it happened, that day was when Walter was taking sign-ups for the demo. Without hesitation, Alex signed himself up to take part, getting his mind to relax a bit.
At the same time, he was starting to wonder why he wasn’t seeing any messages from his friends over the last few days. The sickening thought of Nathan, or Marcus, already spilling the beans and them not speaking to him came to mind but he refused to believe that. Even so, with the approach of zero-hour, and Nathan’s car in the driveway on Saturday, Alex was hoping with everything he had that his friends would understand.
“Hey, man.” Nathan said as Alex came up to him and shook his hand.
“Hey. C’mon inside.” Opening the front door
Chapter 18 - AftermathThursday, September 21st, 2011
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Up until his folks left for the day around 7:30, Alex refrained from trying to change back; the sounds of his body and bones collapsing and cracking he didn’t want them to hear. By then, the sun was up and Bailey was begging to go outside, whining at the glass door. Remembering the carcass, even though he had hid it, he had a feeling Bailey would find it.
As he stood at the door again however, remembering the night before while watching Bailey roam around, he started feeling a bit safer about going outside with his dog. Stepping out onto the patio on all fours, Alex listened for anyone else nearby but heard nothing. Bailey noticed him coming outside and looked in his direction, but didn’t make any noises at him; he was interested in something else. When he stopped at the spot where he had been eating the carcass, sniffing the concrete, he knew his intuition was right.
His pet eventually found the area
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
"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."
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
Who's that man?The day had gone by quickly for Alastair who was trying to go the day without having an episode. He was walking into the living room when he stopped seeing a man in white sitting on the couch.
“Ehh Masky who’s that?” Alastair asked when Masky passed him.
“No idea he won’t talk” Masky shrugged before continuing into the kitchen. Alastair studied the man and saw his yellowish hair hung low in front of his face covering most of his mask. He saw the white material had a thin black line on it which made a large smile. Alastair noticed the man was wearing a bloody straight jacket and his arms were tied behind his back. The man was wearing blue jeans and dirty black shoes. Alastair saw the handle of a scythe sticking out of his jeans and looked him over again.
“Ali! Ali! Ali!” Insane Smiles whined tugging on his shirt.
“What?” Alastair asked looking down at the young girl.
“What’s up with the weird guy on the couch?
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand, the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.
It was cold outside, I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house while I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where
VenganzaEn su pequeña ciudad la gente no era ferviente seguidora de decorar sus casas y calles de manera estrafalaria cuando se acercaba una festividad. Algunas incluso pasaban casi inadvertidas de no ser por la decoración obligatoria que realizaba el Ayuntamiento en avenidas y edificios públicos; fuera de eso, las casas se adornaban de un modo tan sencillo que hasta la decoración de Halloween podía permanecer hasta abril y parecería algo propio de la casa. Por eso fue que Daniel se sorprendió en cuanto vio todo el colorido con que anunciaban la navidad, con los árboles del camellón envueltos en redes de luces. Sabía que era normal esa clase de decoración, pero nunca había tenido oportunidad de estar ahí en esas fechas. Esta era la primera vez que se enfrentaba ante tal colorido. Figuras de Santa Claus, renos, duendes y trineos se veían de un lado a otro. Pronto su asombro pasó a convertirs
Jeff the Killer X Reader - Lies Ch 7.
State of Endless Wasteland
Earl sent the beautiful rays of sunshine down to my face, as always. But this time, I didn't wake up alone. When I opened my eyes I flinched a bit, but seeing the familiar person in front of me, I relaxed. Jeff was laying next to me, facing me and snoring gently. His chest rose and lowered in a slow rhythm, making him look so peaceful. I have never seen him sleeping so I'd never expected to see him wearing a black sleeping mask with a wet gauze behind it. Probably to moisten his eyes, I thought, and now that I had a chance, I decided to look at him further.
His skin was indeed as pale as a snow. And it looked like a fat layer of flour, but only if I looked really minutely. So the acid he was talking about probably stopped him from being burnt alive, but left an eternal trail on him. His pale hands along with the fingers were also covered with burnt acid. His fingers were long and they looked strong. It was like, if he didn't use the knife, he
March 14, 2001 “Academia et Scientiarum” Case 1
Pacem Police Department
[interrogator looks at camera]
[interrogator sits and reveals suspect with hands covering face]
[interrogator:]Hello Matt, I’m Detective Cassandra Ramirez, I’m here to ask you a few questions. Understand?
[interrogator:] Is your name Matthew Tredawney?
[interrogator:] Did you attend “Academia et Scientiarum”?
[interrogator:] Do you live in Pacem, Maine?
[interrogator:] Was Samantha Barnes your fiance?
[interrogator:] Do you know what happened March 8th between the hours of 5 pm and 4 am March 9?
[suspect:] Oh my god... oh my god. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. That girl, poor poor girl, god. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t...I
The Walking Dead Beatles -8-Chapter Eight of The Walking Dead Beatles
Fog. Fog covered the lowly, empty streets of trashed London like a blanket. The only object in the midst of the white blanket was Ringo, standing only in his short night-shirt and bare feet. His baby bump was poking out, but it was only a small lump. The drummer set a hand on his bloated stomach, rubbing it in circles as he walked down.
As he walked, every turn and stroll around London resulted with no occupants. Everything was empty, no residents, no cars on the road, not even zombies that have possessed all of London; it gave off an eerie aura around the deserted town. The drummer turned his head around, around to every corner, around in every spot, everywhere to take in the eerie atmosphere.
Then all of a sudden, a strange and horribly disoriented sound blasted off from just nowhere; giving Ringo a spook. The drummer gestured down to his soon-to-be baby.
''Now...now...it's nothing....'' Ringo assure
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EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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