The Witches FamiliarThe Witches FamiliarThe Witches Familiar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Boy into Wolf)
Miranda walked down the busy street. Children scampered about in their costumes, happily hauling bags of candy. "So cute." She thought to herself as she watched them, scanning the streets for someone about her age. Miranda was a witch, a good witch, but a witch none the less. As she continued to walk down the street, giggling every now and then when the children attempted to scare her, she smile suddenly when she saw a young man walking rather quickly towards an alley. "Perfect." She whispered.
Danny hurried down an alley, knowing it was a shortcut to the house party. "This better be worth the walk." He thought bitterly as he walked. The winds seemed to stop blowing and all the laughter of children seemed to fade farther and farther away.
Danny froze and turned around to see a young woman standing a few feet away from him. "Wh what do you want?" He stuttered, trying to disguise the surprise in his voice.
"Danny" The woman said again.
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
Into the DenInto the DenInto the Den6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Traversing the northern forests in the early spring was never an easy task, and were it not for the rewards, Richard Farns would never brave the cold and long hikes. He cursed under breath that stirred the air with a fine mist, angry that his quarry this year was a much longer hike from civilization than the previous years had been. Those had been much easier, quickly moving in and taking his prize, then getting back to the warm comforts of the cabin with it's large fireplace and central heating. This time seemed to be plagued with bad luck, from being stranded at the airport for days because of a freak storm, to spraining an ankle hiking to the cabin, the thoughts of cold hard cash the only thing egging him on.
He stopped to rest against a large oak, setting down his equipment before rubbing his gloved hands together to try to warm them up a bit, and shaking some still present snow from his coat and woolen cap. His equipment was rather heavy for a hike, and he was left to
A moment on the roadA moment on the road2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On a road from Loimola towards Suvilahti, early March 1940...
Something blew up ahead on the dark blue road. Rucksacks no longer felt heavy as their carriers threw themselves into the ditch, crawled behind rocks and trees. Snow fell from the nearby spruces like a white powder. Some were still covering their heads and rifles with their hands, as some lifted their faces from the ground. Men stared at each other's faces with uncertainty.
What should we do? Was the enemy somewhere near? Was someone hit? Did someone else piss his pants?
As the ringing echo of the explosion disappeared into the night, distant gunfire was heard ever clearer now. Dry nagging of machineguns and some rifle shots. The sounds made one or two of the men to feel sick. Either that, or they had managed to puncture their ears.
It was their first day and they hadn't even reached their Company yet. They were fresh. Still in their boyhood. The 2nd Company had been mauled pretty badly. More men were needed.
"It's just th
Heart Attack: Chapter OneHeart Attack: Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of my leg crushing between his bear trap jaws was unsettling at best. Of course, the feeling wasn't all that great either. Pain throbbed up and down over my leg, all the way to the hip. No! No! No! No! No! This isn't happening, not again. I can't do it again. I won't do it again.
Screeching, I thrashed back and forth in an attempt to double back on him. But the older wolf just sidestepped with me and dug his teeth in deeper. I yelp-snarled and twisted in vain. The pain was incredible and the stink of my own blood was sending me into a foaming panic. But it was nothing I hadn't dealt with before and it was certainly nothing compared to what I knew I would feel if I let him keep control of the situation.
In desperation, I shoved my butt backwards into his face. It yanked pain through my leg, but he was certainly caught off guard. While he snapped to get his grip back, I spun around and raked a fang across his forehead. His recoil was sharp with experience and embarrassm
WerewolfShe stares brokenly into the mirrorWerewolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling her skin stretch & her bones break
Feeling her mouth fill with bile & saliva
Feeling her body startto shake
She stares intot he mirror, tears
leaking from her eyes,
Feeling her pulse quicken & her
Knowing that she shall be wild soon
Knowing that she has something to prove
She stares at her reflection
Feeling disgust as she falls to her knees
Feeling only pain
Feeling only agony as her bones freeze
She stares without seeing at the floor
Feeling her skin rip and tear
Leaving her doubled on the ground
The only thing she can do is stare
She opens her mouth, her teeth
jagged and sharp
She lifts her head & lets out a
Scream. She feles only release
As she realises she is ree from
her drea. She stands the pain
is gone now, the beast
Within her soul is free
She walks forward on strong
new furred legs and revels
in the fact that before her human
flee, she tenses her muscles &
runs forward, feeling in the wind
dragging through her hair
WerewolfLet me run and howl under the moon,Werewolf9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does it matter I'm never going to die.
I won't return, not very soon,
I need to get away; all I need are wings to fly.
Don't come after me or I'll turn on you.
You won't know what to do or to think,
I'm the monster, the beast, with a hate you never knew,
So break my leash, just one link.
Bend the bars of my cage,
So I can spread my wings,
Fly away with all my curses and rage,
I'll return when the Thorn bird sings.
Above all my senseless dreams I'll soar,
Floating through all my old childhood memories,
I'll go on, faraway from here, and know so much more,
So break these bonds, I beg you, please.
So under the moon I can howl and run,
Singing my praises to the one above,
I'll run away at the first ray of the sun,
And chase after the one I love.
I'll come back one day,
Just wait and see,
I'll take your own chains away,
And together we'll run free.
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
Unexpected WerewolfSomething was wrong, I just knew it. I could feel strange tingling all over, and decided to take a shower figuring I was dirty or something. After undressing and leaving a fresh pile of clothes on the counter I turned on the water so it could warm up. While waiting I noticed in the mirror small black spots all over my body "when did I get this dirty?". I tried to look closer in the mirror but then saw the steam coming from behind the shower curtains and smiled glad it had warmed up so fast and jumped in happily. The hot water felt great, as it always does when it hit my skin "ahhhhh", but it also felt a bit strange too. The tingling started to get worse "The hell is with this dirt anyways?" looking down I noticed that there was a lot more black areas, and they seemed to pop out now. I rubbed a spot that was on my arm and felt that it wasn't dirt at all, but fur. "AH! Woa this is not supposed to be there!". In a slight panic to get out I slipped and fell on my butt, letting out a screamUnexpected Werewolf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDETFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Drabble 04: Operation Rescue Eagle One Prelude
(Note: The drabbles take place in a series of time frames after TFAV Chapter Arraignment and Answers and before the TFAV Chapter named Rescue Prez)
"President Whitemore has been captured by Russian Forces. Use of him and cabinet as hostages and leverage is inevitable. Revise Request: Send all Autobot Alliance as well as FSOF, NEST and GI JOE Strike Teams to retreive High Priority Target. This is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option."
- Autobot Alliance Pulsewave Communiqué to all Autobot Alliance and Allied forces, 2 days before the launch of Operation Rescue Eagle One.
Year 2010 A.D._
Somewhere in the Middle East_
G.I. J.O.E. (Global Integrated Joint Operations Entity) The Pit_
2 days ago_
Hawk - 'I want reports now! We have to have all our plans in order."
Duke: All the Joes were prepped and ready, but unfortunately we cannot s
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
deviantdeviant4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a happy little place. This place was filled with other happy little boys and girls who loved art. They would show their art to the girl, and she would show her art back to them. It was a place where anyone could be proud to show themselves.
One day, however, the little girl forgot about the happy little place and stayed away for a while. When she came back with a new name, everything had changed. It started out slowly, and the girl didn't notice. After a while, though, the girl got worried. The other happy boys and girls had grown up and had started being mean. The sky wasn't so blue anymore--instead, it was a sickly olive. Even the streets were torn apart; those who couldn't afford to pay the mayor of the little town were kicked aside and ignored.
The town had grown into a city. The people built brothels and casinos. Strange creatures in glasses and ties roamed the streets--some white, some brown, some gold. The little girl was afr
LycanthropeLycanthrope6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lust for flesh
My skin, ripping and tearing
As new life breaks forth
It takes control
I lose myself to the wolf
The carcus of a dead creature
I gorge myself on it organs
The taste of blood
It fills my mouth
I finish feasting
Hearing screams of horror
Instincts have their way
It takes my flesh
Devours my soul
The moon in full
I've lost control
The wolf within me
Begs for more meat
I call out
With a deafening howl
Who shares my curse
WerewolfWerewolf3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Upon the hill you see a werewolf
Howling at the bright, full moon
To someone among the stars
Unfortunately, a slave to the moon's will
For all eternity
Then back into the forest
He hunts in the forest
The forsaken body of a werewolf
Writhing pain and agony in an eternity
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.Professor layton werewolf one shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
Werewolf ChallengeIt hurts. A lot.Werewolf Challenge3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
They never really get it right in the movies. They always scream and cry and things grow but the audience is just like, 'yeah, that looks like it hurts. Now get to the wolfy part."
But in reality, it hurts to much that you don't make any sound. It's loud squeaks. Its heavy breathing. And its waiting for the morning to come so you can run home and look for scars.
I watched the boy walk down the street. He may have been someone once but now his future was sealed.
"We all die alone!" he shouted as he passed.
He was stubborn little bastard though. He didn't know he would turn tonight. The self-loathing prick was my friend DaRosa. He was a genetic werewolf. Which meant, his parents had recessive lycan in them. They didn't know, he didn't know. I knew. I was bitten at eighteen by a rogue wolf. He hung around long enough to teach me what was going on, then a little while longer. He was a good guy, but not a native, and when your a wolf, your territory is very important. I wou
I just want to be me "Letter for you Steve. General T again," Sam said as she sorted through a small stack of bills and letters. Quite honestly Sam had no idea how General Thompson kept finding their current addresses.I just want to be me3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just through it out," Steve said while defrosting a raw steak in the microwave.
"Looks official though. Let me open it," Sam said as she tore open the envelope. "Let's see here... Ah, Bla, bla, bla, Steve you've been invited to join as a minor officer again. Bla, bla, bla, he doesn't want to take no for an answer again, well sorry there general Steve's not going anywhere for you. Hmm... He also mentions how much of a soldier and a friend Dad was."
Steve's hair stood on end. "Don't mention Dad please!"
"I'm sorry, I forgot. It's a bad memory for me too."
"Get rid of the letter. I'm not joining the millitary," Steve growled as he took the stake out of
Fish and Frog.A Frogologue.Fish and Frog.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond.
Fish is swimming around in that pond.
Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.
Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.
Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.
Fish: I object.
Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.
Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.
Fish: My name is Fish.
Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am old and wise beyond your imagining.
Fish: You have no idea of what I can imagine. Besides, there's a lot I don't even need to imagine, such as pompous frogs on logs.
Frog: I rise above you, in
layclaire werewolf AU one shot“Hershel? Hershel, what’s wrong? Please answer, this isn’t like you at all, please let me help you!”layclaire werewolf AU one shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claire could hear Hershel scream in pain from within the room. He was obviously suffering from whatever was happening to him…but why was he refusing her help? He just suddenly collapsed and told her rather harshly and yet at the same time somberly, not to follow him; then apologizing and asking her forgiveness before struggling to run off. She didn’t understand why he was acting like this; she knew he was a kind man. She needed to help him; she couldn’t leave him screaming in there, in fact he sounded terrified.
She grabbed the door knob tightly; she noticed it wasn’t locked, he probably forgot to lock the door in a panic. She didn’t try opening it at first as she wanted to try to get an answer from him first.
“Hershel, I’m coming in, I’m not going to leave in there in so much pain.”
RED HOOD and THE OUTLAWSRED HOOD and THE OUTLAWS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bullets, arrows, and fires belong to
The hood, the archer, and the star.
All three are surrounded by violence,
All three come from violence.
The hood comes from death.
The archer comes from addiction.
The star comes from slavery.
Together they fight,
Together they even kill,
But also together
They mend each other wounds.
she-wolf 9CHAPTER 9she-wolf 99 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was coming up on the next full moon and since last time I had been doing as much research as possible into my "condition". The only consistency between the stories was the change at full moon and the aversion to silver. I had tested out the silver story and if anything it only slightly irritated my skin so I dismissed it as hearsay. I had also taken the precaution of finding out when the next full moon was. Today. I had told my parents I would be elsewhere for the night so there was one less problem to worry about. I hated lying to them but I couldn't exactly tell them.
I was now walking down the street Dr. Carlton's building was in. I would have to tell him I needed to leave early today, I had it all planned out, I'd leave at fourish and be inside the forest by five, plenty of time in case something happened. I stepped into the empty building. It was Sunday so no one but Dr. Carlton was in the building. I knocked on the door, it was nearly two now.
A muffled "come in!" wa
Cub-born In the cool, clean air of the early autumn morning the forest was a beautiful place. The sky was filled with birdsongs, and every which way one looked up it was framed by a fiery explosion of reds, oranges and yellows from the leaves of the tall trees. It was just the sort of place that many sought out at this time of year as a natural refuge. A temporary retreat from the stress and grime of city life. A lone figure crunched through the leaves and undergrowth, the only person around for many miles. With dirty, torn clothing and unkempt hair she had the look of someone lost about her. She did not sense the beauty that was all around. For her this was a place of suffering.Cub-born6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Evana OConnor groaned as another wave of pain gripped her abdomen. She leaned against a tree, hoping that deep breaths and rest would help to ease the pain. Her thoughts grew steadily more unorganized as panic set in.