A Study of Lycanthropes by D.L. ForgeA Study of Lycanthropes by D.L. ForgeA Study of Lycanthropes by D.L. Forge3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
D.L. Forge is a learned cryptozoologist, specialising in supernatural creatures.
Lycanthropes, more commonly known as werewolves, are people who are afflicted with lycanthropy, a disease that causes sufferers to undergo a drastic transformation every full moon. This new shape is extremely similar to a grey wolf (canis lupus), however there are many, albeit subtle, differences, such as the length of the snout. Lycanthropes are NOT man-wolf hybrids, as they are often shown, but rather more like an extraordinarily large wolf.
Becoming a Lycanthrope
A normal person of any age can be infected with lycanthropy. The disease is passed on via saliva to blood contamination, thus a bite from a transformed werewolf will infect the bitten. Very young children with lycanthropy often do not survive the first transformation, as it is a very violent change, one that the human body is not evolutionarily p
Superstition - IntroI am unsure why I have decided to do this.Superstition - Intro1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I think it's because I do not wish to forget the things that happened back then,
most of what was said and, most of all, every feeling that came with it.
The things I did not know I could feel, emotions I had no name for.
Because I have learned that what most people claim what love is, is fragile.
Because, like her , I refused to believe that suffering had anything to do with it.
It was the first time I felt like such claims were never wrong, they were my own truth.
Perhaps it is a way to compact all this given love just for the sake of it.
Because it would be worth it. To serve as a reminder that this life
is so much more magnificent than people would have made me believe.
Most likely as a final, quiet "thank you" to the soul that saved my life.
I don't really know where to start, the beginning is not at all that unique;
I suppose it would be a story about a weird, misunderstood kid of average intelligence,
a highly developed imaginat
GYA!I Hate Greeces human name! It is similar to the Greek hero Hercules but NO its spellt differently and I just spent the last half hour fixing all my documents. Heracles. So similar yet so different.GYA!1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
EDIT: And Polands too. Feliks. God Dammit! I don't need to hear how his name is similar to PewDiePies Felix.
Truth or Dare scenarioThere was a stage in my highschool life, around when I was 16, when I really tried to fit in with the 'cool kids.' Yeah, we actually had clique crap in my high school. I never really fit in with any of them, as you might imagine. Anyway, one of my friends at the time (Haley) invited me to one of their parties.Truth or Dare scenario1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the expected underage drinking, drugs, sex-fueled nonsense I had always been warned about. Though the worst I participated in was in a round of truth or dare. Thankfully, my friend was there to defend me if things got a little weird.
The truth or dare worked by the stereotypical spin-the-bottle selection. The person would have to select truth or dare, and as it always went most of them were adventurous enough to select dare each time. Time progressed and I hadn't been given any interesting dares. It was then, my friend betrayed me when I was about to be given my fifth or so dare.
"You know Anna's really ticklish, right? Use that." Haley said, as I noticed she was little ti
La fuggitiva - 1> esclamò Joe, lanciando un'occhiataccia alla sorellina.La fuggitiva - 13 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
> domandò lui, seccato >
> rispose lei semplicemente, scuotendo la testa.
Joe, Jack, William e Averell rimasero a bocca aperta.
> ripeté William, incredulo
> cercò di obbiettare William, ma il fratello lo zittì.
Niky scosse a testa >
> disse Joe, secco >
> borbottò dalla ragazza.
> domandò lei, confusa
Joe annuì >
La sorella alzò gli occhi al cielo >
> ripeté lui, fingendosi sorpreso balbettò la ragazza, senza parole.
Joe alzò le spalle > disse, avvicinandosi alla sorellina e lisciandosi i baffetti
Pas De DeuxHe never knew why his friends and parents teased him for how his pas de deux was always so magnificently done.Pas De Deux3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He never knew why his girlfriend broke up with him when she saw him dance in the studio.
He never knew why the boys in the hallway would stare and call him “gay” for having such wonderful poise.
He never knew why he all of a sudden wanted to quit dancing, with tears spilling out of his eyes like a waterfall.
What he did know, was that he was supposed to like football, not ballet, and that he should wear much more manly clothes, not skinny jeans and a sweater that fit him just right.
The world told him he shouldn't be that way, but the stranger to his right told him otherwise.
“If you like ballet, then so be it. If you like wearing clothes then so be it. You are you, don't change just because the world is making you feel bad for being you. Be you and be fabulous while doing that.”
The tears stopped spilling and he went back to wearing skinny jeans and th
I had a nightmare. It's been a while. Just had a nightmare I was at my mom's alone and I saw something move at the end of the long, darkened hallway where the door is that leads to the pool. Instead of being smart and noping out of there, I went to check it out. I got to where the bathroom door is and my entire body stiffened. This loud rushing noise started quiet, but got louder and pounding in my ears. I slowly raised from the floor and my back arched slightly. I started turning slowly towards the bathroom door. I saw myself in the mirror, and it was terrifying. My eyes were glowing yellowish-red, and my hair was floating around me like I was in water or something. I remember thinking I should close my eyes, but I decided to keep them open because I wanted to see what was happening. As soon as I had that thought, I was flung towards the mirror inhumanly fast and forced to make eye contact with myself. I was able to put my hands out to catch myself against the mirror. I looked very pale and my teeth appeared sharp. My lipI had a nightmare. It's been a while. 2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vita da Dalton - Incubi> Niky si agitava nel sonno, gridando.Vita da Dalton - Incubi1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
> esclamò Joe, mettendole le mani sulle spalle della sorella e scuotendola nel tentativo di svegliarla.
Finalmente, la ragazza aprì gli occhi, e balzò su a sedere. Fece vagare lo sguardo per la stanza, spaventata e disorientata. Quando mise a fuoco il fratello, fu scossa da un brivido. >
> rispose lui dolcemente, mettendosi sedendosi accanto a lei e mettendole una mano su una spalla > domandò, preoccupato.
Niky annuì, tremando farfugliò lei.
Vedendo che non riusciva a calmarsi, Joe le mise un braccio attorno alle spalle > La ragazza fu scossa da un brivido, e lui la strinse a sé Non riusciva a capire. Poi comprese, ed emise un verso strozzato >
Joe la abbracciò forte. Non era abituato ad essere così gentile, ma non riusciva a sopportare di vedere la sorellina così spaventata >
Lei nascose il viso nell'incavo del suo collo > implorò, tra i singhiozzi > Non ebbe il coraggio di terminare
WatchmakerI still remember a story my mother would tell me back when we lived in a small town called McGrath, it was a story they told so I wouldn't stay up past midnight, the story was called "Watchmaker"Watchmaker1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Long before I was born my mother and father had adopted a little girl named Sarah, Sarah would never go to bed as told, my parents warned her, "Go to bed or the Watchmaker will come".
for those of you who are wondering who this watch maker is, the Watchmaker was a 18 year old named Samuel who worked at his fathers shop, Sam worked in the back and made watches, he wasn't allowed to sleep till he finished at least three watches a day, while his sister got to sleep once the sun went down, but she always fought with their parents not wanting to sleep, after months of his sister screaming every night he snapped and exited his work area tossing a clock face as hard as he could at his dear sister, the glass shattered cutting her eyes, Sam's father was furious at Sam and dragged him down to the baseme
He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mineIt's 12:50am and my dog just died.He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mine1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My dog just died and 13 hours ago I ignored him when I left the house because I was in a hurry and he was just curled up in the corner, silently watching me as I backed out the garage. That wasn't unusual. He was always a quiet, gentle dog. He rarely ever barked. He never bit, not even in jest.
He never caused a ruckus nor fought for attention. He loved you by randomly reaching out and putting a single, solitary paw on your arm or leg, staring up at you with big hazel brown eyes as he did so. Did you know that his eyes were my favourite feature of his? They were always so incredibly human. With most dogs, you can only see a hint of the sclera - the white part of the eyes. With most dogs, you usually only see the iris and pupil. With Spotty, you could see nearly the same balance of sclera, iris and pupil that you do with mine and yours and every other human being's out there.
Yes, his name was Spotty and it's one of the most unimaginative dog names out
I have a vagina, I enjoy my current rights, but I am the reason why I didn't have them in the first place. I am the reason for my own oppression.I have a vagina, I enjoy my current rights, but3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, back in the days when people like me who didn't like the roles nor the gender we were thrusted into were still considered second class citizens because we had vaginae, we were the reason why we and other persons with vaginae weren't considered adults or even people for that matter. We were just women, even if we didn't like being so. Maybe actual women didn't like being women, but we can't say so for sure because we're to blame for their oppression, too.
Yes, it is our fault as to why it wasn't appropriate for females to be anything other then parents, spouses, or children. Yes, we're wholly to blame as to why we couldn't marry the people we loved, choose the careers we wanted, or live the lives we wished. Yes, it cannot be denied that we are our own oppressors having shaped society into the misogynistic filth it is today, having r
Closer to HomeCloser to home.Closer to Home1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I could not believe it when the CO told me we were leaving.
I was packed in a few minutes.
Grabbed my gear and headed with the rest to the CH-47 for the ride out.
Initially there were twenty of us. All spread across the firebase. 14 of us were on the Chinook. The others we were told were still out in the field but due to be called in. Such was the nature of our job.
We rode the bumpy noisy bird reaching Tan Son Nhut base.
Same place I came in at. Only then it was hit the ground, run to another chopper and off to my base. This time we stayed a bit.
The chopper landed out away from the main base near some hangers.
We got off walking to the hanger.
Our final debrief.
There we were given medicals, a warm shower, and turned in our gear. None of it went with us. I had to leave my M14 behind. Nothing went with us. Not even photos, cameras, or film. No record of us was to leave that place.
We were sternly reminded of the oath of secrecy.
Fitted with new clothes, we separated ou
HarperHe slept there. Just under the chair by the door. Outside, golden rays of the afternoon sun bathed the deck and the garden. A soft breeze blew about, rustling the leaves and ruffling the tips of his black and white fur.Harper4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I slowly got of my seat; stepping away from my laptop perched just atop the table, and silently crept toward him; my family’s little Dalmatian. As I stalked closer and closer, I got on my knees, then hands, then leaned in until my elbows touched the floor so that I my face was just mere inches away from his.
From here, I could see the tiny flies that flew closely to his body. Just cruising for a while, then landing on his fur, making him flinch slightly, then taking off and cruising again.
I held my gaze on those miniscule insects for a while before landing it upon his closed eyes. Up close, he smelt a little funny, like he had gone off without taking a bath for a while and I wrinkled my nose a little.
Then, I leaned in just a tad bit m
If These Walls Could Talk, I'm Not ListeningBlaine closed his eyes as he leaned against the balcony of his bedroom, letting the wind blow through his jet black hair. His faunus ears gently waving in the breeze. As he lit a cigarette, Blaine noticed the thin fog of Atlas was settling in, which would obscure vision on an assignment. It's funny, Blaine thought, I can't think of anything without associating it with my job. I guess that's what happens after being a mercenary for as long as I have. He looked back at his fiancée sleeping peacefully in their bed, the sheets strewn about from last nights bout of, as Blaine put it, "Taking the magic bus to Manchester." As he took one last drag of his smoke, Beth walked out, dressed in her teal pajamas, which mainly consisted of shorts and a v-neck.If These Walls Could Talk, I'm Not Listening4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"What's wrong, my soon-to-be husband?" Beth asked, with an innocent, yet puzzled look on her face. "Oh, it's nothing, just doing some inner reflection." "Careful, self reflection and cynicism
Heart and SoulThey tugged at the strings of my heart. But they only wanted a small piece of it.Heart and Soul2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While some were blood thirsty for an entire heart, others just wanted a taste of it. They all just wanted to say that they were able to claim my heart, but there was something more that they forgot. They never took me whole. They never took my soul into consideration. My soul is the one thing that holds an amount of love that is greater than my heart can ever give. But little do they know, in combination with my heart and soul, it waits for my true love to come.
Imaginative School, chores, sleep. School, chores, sleep. It gets old after awhile, but what can I do about it? Mother comes home precisely at 11:15. By then, dinner must be done, dishes washed, homework finished, and living room exactly how I left it. The TV seemed repeat perfectly too. The old Teen Titans episodes when I got home at 3:00, the same Fruits Basket episode that has been playing for the past three years at 4:30, and the Harry Potter marathon until 1:00. It's kinda ironic. While most kids struggle with bullies or stress, I almost crave for that kind of excitement just to make it interesting.Imaginative1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Lake Vic High School was nothing like the schools you see on TV. The teachers were all well mannered and the hallways were almost dead silent in between classes. Most people (including me) had just above average grades while the others were either flunking or drop-outs.
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 2Hi again, Eliot here, as you would expect, well, let’s start thing of then shall we, one thing I forgot to do was add dates, well this is a log of what has happened to L class, so I really should add dates, But time would be rather tricky, but let’s get right into it, the date was.Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 22 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
5th of January, a Sunday, today we planned on meeting up with the other members of the class, for a few reasons, #1 Kel hasn’t not met any of them before and wants to meet them, but she has promised to not say a word about me being an orphan and has agreed that Nero would be her brother for the day, #2 me and the others need to talk about a game plan for how we could try and kill Mrs Ryu, this is going to be interesting, and #3 the cleaning day, in other words, we are not allowed in the building till 4pm, so Mrs Elisa has everyone either go to a friend’s house or play out in the back, se we chose to meet up’ hey guys!, these my friends Nero and Kel’ so far so good, but som
DAY ONE 1972 19 years oldIt's hot.DAY ONE 1972 19 years old1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How can it be this hot this early?
I sit up on the bunk drenched in sweat. Fitful sleeps. Will I ever be dry again?
The room lights suddenly brighten then dim....the siren wails.
I don my kit. Flak jacket, steel pot, web gear. Feels heavy today.
I pick up my rifle. Black plastic and metal. Sweet 16.
I sprint down the trench.
They are coming.
"NEW GUY OVER HERE" yells Sarge.
My foxhole. A hole for a fox. "What fox would dig its hole here?" I muse.
I chuckle inside. Reality sets in.
They are coming.
Out in the haze, I hear the noise.
The rustlings, the murmur that grows from a growl to a roar.
They are here.
I am ready.
Sarge yells "MARK YOUR RANGE!!!".
I know mine.....300 meters. Point of aim, point of impact.
I reflect.......watch your aim, squeeze don't jerk, above all breath.
FOR GODS SAKE STOP SHAKING.
Now they come.
My breathing accelerates, my shaking subsides.
I raise my rifle to the familiar place. I look down the sights.
I find the peep and center
Oskar's Drumming Lessonoskar's drumming lessonOskar's Drumming Lesson6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
and back in one summer of the late sixties I stole my first copy of ‘the tin drum’ by günter grass, from a general store down near rosebud on the mornington peninsula .. it was a fine morning, and the sun seemed to shine more crisply, and the sky seemed bluer after I’d walked from the store with the book down the front of my jeans without being intercepted .. I had to read it, as it’d been a recommendation from someone I adored .. and on page 43 is the first mention of the tin drum itself, at the moment of his birth he hears the words ‘when Oskar is three, he will have a toy drum’ .. and günter then goes into some some clever word play on all things drumming .. ending with mentioning that Oskar’s drumming teacher had been the brown moth furiously beating it’s wings against one of the sixty watt light bulbs .. and on page 55, in the photograph album of images taken on Oskar’s third birthday, the prom
Random FunnyIf you bang a clown....Random Funny1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Is that a funny bone?
Superstition - part 4Someone once saw me, or part of me at least, and told me I should learn to let things go. I knew they were right.Superstition - part 43 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was before my mind had the predisposition to consider that all life is fleeting.
Whatever I build , create, see and know will die with me. I can bring none of it along.
It was the final logic based conclusion that would push that desire to act as a being unchained from need,
anxiety and fear, all of which have the tendency to sabotage most beautiful things.
From my earliest age, struggling with duality and balance was my thing. Indecisiveness and psychological androgyny
seemed most obviously present. I am unsure if it just has been so long that I accepted these qualities as the
only way I ever could and should exist. I know I do not wish to change it. I am proud of who I am.
It seems to define me, or at least, it seems to define who I am living as. It's a fact that those qualities
never made life easier in any way.
How do they relate? They do not directly, but if I am to
Currently Untitled"Should I...approach?"Currently Untitled2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Won't leave wall.
A Word on Bullying The "gay boy" you punched in the hall today. Commited suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin. That boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She is already being abused at home. That girl you called fat. She's starving herself. That old man that you made fun of cause the ugly scars. He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you freaking know them. Guess what? You don't. Repost if you're against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost if you're that 1% with a heart.A Word on Bullying2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledAnother Day. The LotteryUntitled1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sit in the Student Union building surrounded by folks as interested as I am.
I am a first semester freshman, a Terrapin.
Someone in their reasoning decided that it should be fair.
A lottery. Two drums. One with dates. One with numbers. Turned for one hour then the drawing. Televised so all could see there were no tricks.
No more breaks. No more dodging. No more deferments. Guaranteed fair by the National Bureau of Standards math wizards.
Every one says the odds are in your favor. I hate odds. To me it is either this or that. One way or the other. That is what it really comes down to in the long run.
We sit and stand to watch the black and white TV.
"TURN IT UP!!!!! FIX THE ANTENNA!!!" Rabbit ears, I chuckle.
The Lottery has begun. An old coot in a suit and tie draws the first batch.
A number from one drum and a date of birth from another. Just a date. We all know the year. We are there because that year is ours.
The number and date ar