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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.
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
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."
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 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
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
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
A Killing Obsession Chapter 1Oblivious
I’m standing with my mum at some garden party. It looks like a birthday party for a young kid, a boy I guess, as all I can see are little “cowboys” running around with their ten-gallon hats, shooting pretend pistols with their fingers and riding invisible horses. Well it’s great to see that the kids of our generation still have a large imagination and it’s not all clogged up with Television and video games. Oh God, why do I sound like an old lady all of a sudden? Besides, I spend probably half of my own life in front of a TV, playing games or typing away online so I can’t judge.
Anyway. I have no idea…who exactly these people are! I don’t recognise any of them! Well, a part from my mum of course. She’s chatting away to a group of women with a drink in her hand, laughing and joking as if she’s known them forever! I don’t remember why we, or even why I’m here. I don’t even recognise the house.
Michaels killer accomplice part 33 AThings had been easier for Kalli the past few weeks. Nobody was trying to kill her... yet she also felt loneliness and was sad. The female killer had lost her close friend maybe entirely and Michael was nowhere in sight. She had been searching for them both this whole time... but got absolutely no ground in the situation.
All hope seemed lost and this girl yet refused to give up. Her mission would never be complete until the entire US Military had been crushed. Shadow would not have died in vain. Or at least she hoped the hybrid was still alive. Her and the two male slashers had endured a lot while they were together. Always fighting as a team and never giving up. But ere was still something wrong with this. Michael was a traitor. He had the dragon-boy killed. Then he attempted to kill him after the return. This last time... completely confusing.
All remnants of her handy work was missing. The leveled city in Virginia was back and nobody was dead. What had her young and loyal dragon fr
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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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