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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
Chapter 16 - The First TalksWednesday, September 20th, 2011
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Behind him was his mother’s sedan, to his left a clear run to the front door, and his right the garage door. The front door was the most appealing, but if the gate came open he would be seen. With his breaths through his nose, Alex could tell his father hadn’t gotten out of his uniform yet. Nor had he taken off his utility belt or handgun.
Hoping not to get himself shot, or threatened with it, Alex backed away from the truck, keeping the cars between himself and his dad. Hearing him tell Bailey to sit and stay, a groan sounded from his pet and the side gate opened. His footfalls circled the side and back of the truck as Alex continued to back away from him.
With the sun already down, his father pulled out a flashlight and clicked it on. The initial sweep of the beam missed a part of his pelt, causing him to duck, but his father had stopped moving while wielding it. That only meant one thing.
Chapter 15 - Do They Know?Wednesday, September 20th, 2011
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Pulling himself onto his paws using the carpet, and then his bedframe, Alex had to smile through his muzzle. He had achieved what he had set out to do; adrenaline had likely done the trick. His muscles weren’t as sore nor his skin as tingly as they were after his first shift, but his bones still were aching like crazy. His muzzle and hips the most.
Taking a sniff of the air around him, he could catch some of Bailey’ scent from the AC coming under the door. Dropping back to his paws, hoping that would help his pet remain calm, he made his way over to let him in. His dog wasn’t outside the door but a second sniff near the carpet let him pick up his scent again, leading him towards the living room.
Instead of cowering near the couch like before, Bailey had taken a seat on it, making him almost level with his were form. Hoping to try and get him to come, Alex then noticed the line of clothing he ha
HetaCorpse Party - Chapter 3: Where are we?
It was very dark. Germany opened his eyes slowly. He noticed, that Italy lay down next to him unconsciousely. Germany saw him breathing and he thought: >Fortunately he is by my side.< Germany stood up and he needed some time untill he can look around with full contemplation.
It was clear: They were in a japanese classroom. There were two slidedoors and the wall was built in japanese style. The desks were just for one student. But how did they get there and where are the others? The building must be old: Everything was dusty and many things were destroyed. But the most decisive thing was that the ground was torn apart at many patches.
>England has much to do with Magic. I think that is why we got here... Hmm, it's too dark to barely see anything.< Germany walked to the windows. Not even one source of light seemed to illumines outside. Germany knocked at the window as he saw that they were basically painted on the wall. "No way! What is happening here? I must find out!"
Evil Terror: The Undead Cult - Prologue
September third, two-thousand seven. It was a typical sunny day in Pennsylvania and things seemed to be the way they were supposed to. Children enjoying the weather below the clouds, parents chattering among the patio. However, dark secrets surrounding this “peaceful” circle have yet to be unveiled. There were news and rumors of civilians being torn to shreds, as news reporters say on the papers and television. Some people believed it, and most didn’t. The ones that truly cared for their loved ones eventually secluded themselves away from the state, but the ones that didn’t would eventually regret it.
One peaceful family is living their lives off "normally" just like the other skeptics. As they picnic on their hundreds of acres of land, they hear a storm approaching. They begin to think that it is normal, but eventually the parents remember one thing: there was not supposed to be a storm that day. The father runs back into the house to check the radio. As he cra
S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 10
Blood caked to Margot's messy brown hair as the camera stayed on her. It must have remained recording while Dianne and her mother lay there unconscious... Or uncouncious and dead. Dianne hoped for the latter. She fast forwarded through the video, which remained still for quite some time. The footage up to that point was too distorted to show anything, even when Dianne had recorded the boy attacking her mother. There was no evidence to show police. Movement in the camera frame made Dianne hit play. The cracks created during the assault made it hard to see anything with much detail, but she could see someone's feet walk up to the camera and pick it up, showing the masked girl. She posted it down at the unmoving Dianne and her mother, and quickly turned to look at the entrance to the tunnel. He stood there, staring at her without eyes.
The masked girl took a couple if steps back before coughing hard, and turning to run. As she turned
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?
Poppy Greene: Chapter 3 [Those Who Arrive Survive]The Walking Dead
POV: Poppy Greene
Character: Original Character
“Seriously? Your accent is way stronger than mine!” I laughed.
Me and Eugene were arguing about which one of us had the strongest accent. Eugene’s accent was the strongest one I’ve heard in a while, definitely stronger than mine anyway.
“I beg to differ.”
“Oh come on, you’re just lyin’ now.”
Our argument went on for roughly another fifteen minutes, it seems that we were both quite stubborn and didn’t want to admit when we were wrong, the only difference was that I was actually right.
My legs were really starting to ache with all this walking, and listening to Eugene ramble on about dinosaurs wasn’t making things any better. I gotta admit, he was a laugh, I mean, I’ve not once had a conversation with someone about dinosaurs throughout this mess. Along the railroad tracks I scanned the ground as I kept walking, my eye caught a p
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 and 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. 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 my
The Prodigy ch 26"What can I do for you?" The bartender asked.
Kotchiro slammed a piece of paper on the table "I'm looking for this area." The map showed a mountainous terrain, and a water fall.
The bartender leaned in "not here, meet me out back in an hour."
Kotchiro, an the rest sat waiting in the back. Things hadn't gone well for them. Over the past two years Dracon, and his forces had conquered the United States. He subdued the people with fear, and the threat of releasing "it". Kotchiro now had a scar over his left eye from an encounter with one of his battalions. Everyone kept cowls on to conceal their identities, however Kotchiro was the only one who actually had a bounty on his head.
The bartender walked out of the bar, and stood by them "The location is up to the north, if you see an old train you've gone to far."
"Let's go Kotchiro." Robin said pulling his arm.
"I think it's time you all went back."
"What!?" They said in unison.
"You can still live your lives, I'm the one who
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
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Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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