An Unexpected FortuneThe moon shone down under the umbrella at a table set up outside a quaint Chinese restaurant, The Asian Delight. The place was packed to the brim, as it was the Chinese New Year, so when Nic and Gabe arrived, they took a seat outside in the cool, quiet courtyard. A waitress came and took their order: two egg rolls, some orange chicken, crab rangoons, lo mein, rice, and two fortune cookies. The boys were rather hungry.
They chatted until their dinner was brought. They'd known each other since they were sixteen, and it had never been hard to spill their feelings out to each other. Nic and Gabe were like two birds of a feather, two peas in a pod, two... well, you get my point!
Anyway, as soon as the food arrived, all conversation ceased, taken over by the sight of two vicious predators attacking their food. Witnesses would say they heard growling coming from their direction, but what can you say? Teens of the male persuasion take their food seriously!
As the last bites of their meal dropp
Werewolf/Werehog -Werewolf tf-Chris woke up with a start as a howl filled the dark night sky. He rolled around in his bed, and decided that he couldn't fall asleep again. Chris jumped out of his bed and walked up to the window. A large, pale, white moon stared back at him, shining its dark white light over Chris' bedroom.Werewolf/Werehog -Werewolf tf-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey," Chris whispered to himself. "That's pretty cool."
Chris changed from his pyjamas into a red short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of old jeans. Chris silently made his way downstairs and slipped on his sneakers before opening the door to the backyard.
The moon lit the whole backyard, as if somebody held a dim light bulb over the grass. Chris stepped out and was captured by the majestic face of the moon. He stared at it and walked forwards, but froze when he noticed a figure in the middle of the yard.
It was about Chris' height, and covered in navy blue fur. It's body looked bulk, but it still looked pretty agile. It was on its knees, silent as Chris slowly approached the figure, his brown hair bl
Werewolf TransformationI walked into the night; the moon was full, a beautiful shining light in the sky. I was walking for a few minutes and the land began being more lush, the trees more bountiful, taller, untouched by a lumberjacks' axe. However, I wasn't here to look at the sights, no matter how beautiful they were. I was here for much more complicated, and painful reasons.Werewolf Transformation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had started into a jog, feeling the cold wind blasting my clothes, and when I felt I had gone deep enough into the forest, I sat down against a tree, waiting and bracing myself for the pain.
I had been sitting there for a few minutes, and then I felt a sharp and excruciating pain in my toes, and yelped. I had promised myself not to dare gaze at my body during this "change", but that promise had been broken almost immediately. I was bold enough to look at my toes, and by then my feet were already beginning to hurt, as I could feel my skin and bones extending, and moving painfully. It was almost unbearable, and the worst part was I cou
Werewolf In the NightI stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to happen. Wind tossed my hair around and brushed against me as the shine of the moon lit up the night. The trees rustled and smaller animals crawled around for now.Werewolf In the Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It suddenly hit me. A great pain pulled my body straight onto the ground and I started screaming. I stared at my hand as long, piercing, nails extended out of them. My pain curled them into fists as I quickly looked away.
My chest started to push out my body was changing my structure. I curled up as my ribs seared in flames or at least that's how it felt. My ribs shattered open as my organs re-arranged themselves.
My insides were burning as my stomach grew to fit whatever prey was unlucky enough to dwell upon me.
I got up onto all fours and started panting. Even though the transformation just started, it felt like it's been on for all eternity. Suddenly, my spine snapped my upwards and started twisting. My back moved with it as it morphed into a newer, freer, posi
Werewolf's Curse 1/4 - TransformationJake stopped the old pick-up truck just along the edge of the forest. The sun was starting to set, sending rays of bright orange between the branches of the thick woods.Werewolf's Curse 1/4 - Transformation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eric hopped out of the passenger's seat. 25-year old Eric with short, blonde hair and a thin beard. Eric was the type of guy girl's wanted. He was smart, and had a nice build, too.
Jake reached into the back and tossed a few bags to Eric. Jake's long, black hair, thick beard, and menacing stare made him less wanted than Eric, but Jake had more muscle than him.
"Okay," Jake locked up the car and took a bag from Eric. "We can set up camp somewhere deeper into the woods."
They headed off into the woods, and Eric said, " So we walk for about an hour, and then pitch the tent."
"Did you bring your guitar?"
Eric hit one of his bags lightly. "You?"
Jake nodded and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
Jake and Eric planned on going camping for a long time. The two best friends would spend a good two nights away from tech
That Fateful Night [Part1]'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to me...it scares me. What in the world could've done that?'That Fateful Night [Part1]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHASE 0: THE DAY BEFORE
Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"
"Huh?" Kevin shook his he
Truck Bed TransformationSweat pored down his face. His breath staggering as he braced himself against the side of the truck camper. The bouncing and rattling of the camper didn't help with his concentration, and he was unable to take full meaningful breaths.Truck Bed Transformation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was that time againa time Dale both loved and hated. The first night of the three nights of the full moon was always the hardest, and by far, the most painful. But he knew with this gift would come the pain of the transformation.
It had been a few months now since he had chosen to turn. He knew with time he could control the shift during the full moon, making it an ability to access at will, any time, anywhere. But for now, he'd have to work his schedule around those three days.
Of course he couldn't do this aloneshe was always there with him. Sue, a good friend who had long believed and loved the werewolf myth. She understood his reason to change as well, but couldn't find it in herself to go through what he was going throughat least
Full Moon Fever Pt.1Matt and his little sister Diamond were unhappy, they had moved all the way out to some part of Louisiana cause they're mom got a great new job, plus they're dad divorced her. When they got to the new town they realized it was a small town filled with teens about Matt's age and little kids around Diamond's age and plenty of cool shops and such. They both looked at all the people waving welcoming them to the new town. They had pulled up to there new house which was upstairs and downstairs. Matt and Diamond looked at each other with excitement at the beautiful house.Full Moon Fever Pt.13 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Wow!", Said Diamond as her and Matt raced to look at the back.
They were stunned to realize the yard had a pool, a swing set, a grill, and plenty of other stuff.
"This house is the bomb." Matt said.
"Come on guys lets unpack before we start our new lives tomorrow and you two go to your new school." They're mom called from the front.
"I can't wait to go to school and make new friends." Matt said.
"Me neither. I'm so happy i'
My Terms to be Turned Werewolf"If" I was offered the chance to be turned into a werewolf, I would accept but only under the condition that it would be my ideal werewolf:My Terms to be Turned Werewolf5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- It would be in accordance with God's will I would not be evil or a monster unless I choose to be.
- The moon would have no affect on my mind or transformation ability.
- I would not be negatively affected by silver, holy water, crosses, etc.
- Transformations would not be excruciating.
- I would be able to change freely at will between human, anthro, and wolf forms.
- Changing would require envisioning myself doing things in the desired form and flexing specific muscles.
- Partial shifting, though difficult to keep for long periods of time, would be manageable.
- I would still be able to speak in anthro form without too much difficulty, and also in wolf form (but with wolf-like vocal cords).
- My thumbs would be opposable in anthro and human form, but not wolf form.
- I would have full control of my wolf-like appendages (without any
The Night Of The WerewolfImagine 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.The Night Of The Werewolf3 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
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. Your 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 approach, something as big as this sounded. You keep telling yourself you'd se
That Fateful NightMatthew was slowly swinging in the park down the street from his house. He loved to do this late at night. Nobody was around, nothing to distract him from the exhilirating feeling of the air rushing through his brown hair. It energized him to no end! His skinny frame easily fit into the swings meant for nine-year-olds, even though he was a high school senior.That Fateful Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glancing toward his friend's house, he was surprised to see a shadow making its way over here. As the silhouette revealed itself under a streetlamp, Matthew saw it was his friend, Nic! What was he doing here this late? Nic just smiled at him and started to swing alongside him, remaining silent for a moment, just like he knew his friend preferred.
Silence aside, Nic asked Matthew what he was thinking about. He replied, "I've been thinking about freedom, about what it would feel to break free from the status quo, to be myself. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be completely alone and isolated from society, and how free I
High School pack CH 4High School PackHigh School pack CH 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Howl A Brooks
Chapter 4: Dreams are Dreams, But The Pain is Real
"Albert RUN!" Barked my mother as the men came into are den. I had no choice but to dash under them and make a run for it. I swiftly made it past them and ran for dear life. The crescent moon hung in the sky as I ran through the forest. Tears went down my muzzle as I ran. I knew my family was going to be killed. But why? We never did anything to hurt the humens. We are just a pack of wolves who live off the forest. We never took any of thair food, we never even had to deal with them! And now they were taking my family. "Why Great Wolf?!?! We lived as you said and yet we pay for nothing that we took!" I howled
Then I felt something, it was a strang feeling that I had never felt befor. It started as a warm feeling, but then it changed. It then bacame a burring feeling and I yelped in pain as I started to morph into a new form. My hind paws exted and grew longer as the rest of my body grew bigger. My fron
Once Bitten: Chapter ThreeOnce Bitten: Chapter Three8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Friday August 19th, 2005 12:17 noon
I slept better than I ever have in the past several months. That was due to the different surroundings or quite possibly something more deep than that. I imagine it was the peace of mind I got, and not just from the relief of not becoming something I feared. Maybe it was because I was away from home, and not having to worry about the responsibilities there. I imagine it was also the fact that I made new friends. Before, I never much socialized. Now, though, it was pretty much forced on me-something that I'm grateful for.
I got up around eight in the morning and Maia was already up and about. She told me she had to go to work. Before leaving, though, she told me where I could find a change of clothes, and again insisted that I help myself to whatever was in the kitchen to eat. They really kept that kitchen stocked, but that's no surprise with all the guests they probably get with voracious appetites.
She also told me to practice m
Chrissie, Horse DateChrissie walked up slowly; sedately. She hid her eagerness, though mostly from necessity. Running didn't suit long black dresses, or high heeled shoes; it wouldn't match the dignity expected of a woman with ruby red earrings, made to complement her hair; most of all, it wouldn't make the best impression on that night's date.Chrissie, Horse Date4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Moving to the front desk with a definite swerve, she smiled at the clerk. "Evening."
"Good evening, Ma'am." He smiles, a bit more friendly than really suits a waiter; but it paid to be on the help's good side. She smiled back. "You look ravishing tonight, if I may say so."
"Thank you," Chrissie responded, keeping her voice cool; not cold, but retracting a little of her friendship. "I have a reservation for two tonight?"
He nodded, looking down at his computer. "Yes, ma'am Ms. Chrissie, right? With a Jake?"
She smiled wider, nodding; "That's right. Table for two, close to the bar; has the hot serving arrived already?"
The waiter shook his head
A Older Brother's Secret CH 1A Older Brother's SecretA Older Brother's Secret CH 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Howl A Brooks
Chapter 1: Brothers
I was about to pin him, I was so close. But he found a way and he soon flipped me over and pined me. "Ya give?" he said as I tried to move my arms and legs but couldn't because he was pining me down with his. "You are going anywhere until you give" He says smirking.
I give up and say "Alright I give." He laughs and gets off me. It was just another Friday night with my older brother. Our parents were gone for two more weeks and we had the house to our selves. We always ben big fans of the sport of wrestling, but my brother always won when we would go agents each other.
"Another win in the bag!" He says flexing his big muscles. He was stronger than me and was faster, but I still try to beat him. It's good practice and it helps me learn new moves. My brother look alot like me short brown hair, about a same hight as me but a bit taller and the same brown eyes as me. There were a few big differences between us like how he is more
Whispers in the WindThe boy shivered. He walked along the path slowly, the crunching of snow the only thing he could hear, aside from the occasional whistling of the winds through the trees. He took off one of his gloves and blew warm breath into the hand, before putting the glove back on with shaking hands. His thick, Kevlar-lined jacket was the only consolation to him from the harsh, cold winds, as the sun was setting in the distance, and it was already more than cold.Whispers in the Wind4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was a soldier, well, a few hours ago, at least. The dog tags draped around his neck and the rifle slung near his abdomen were more than enough proof. But, soldier or no soldier, he was a frightened, freezing child in this forest. And the weapon he had may be able to kill the enemy, kill any beasts, but there were things it could not kill- His fear. That, and the cold. And, most of all- his paranoia. He heard things, out in the forest- bad things. Sometimes he'd mistake the harsh wind for a rocket scream. There would be whispers through
A Stranger's KindnessA Stranger's KindnessA Stranger's Kindness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(human to horse)
I awoke in a haze, feeling more than just a little hung-over from the celebration last night. How much did I have? I couldn't even begin to estimate what vast quantities of the king's alcohol were relieved from him by my hands and those of my compatriots, but that was the inherent danger of allowing your knights free reign over the wine closet.
Though I was not a knight myself, one from their ranks, Sir Jerrod was his name, had been a very good friend of mine since grade school. I was the quiet, intellectual type while he was a gung-ho crusader of justice with an extremely strong sense of right and wrong. It was a miracle that we ever made friends to begin with, never mind having such a long-standing and, at least from my point of view, one-sided relationship. Jerrod did much for my sake when we were younger, protecting me from the bullies in the school, but I never saw what he got out of our
Alive InsideA knight in training, seventeen year old Merek rode through the countryside on horseback. His master, and captain of the king’s knights, Lea the Fierce, had presented him with a quest, one that Lea stated that if were to complete would allow him into knighthood: a dragon had taken shelter in a cave in the countryside and Merek was tasked to kill it. Despite what seemed like a golden opportunity, something didn’t sit right with Merek. Why would his master send him, a knight in training, to slay a dragon? Never in the past was he given this opportunity. Not only that but to send him to do this on his own? There had to be something his master wasn’t telling him. He pondered what it could possibly be.Alive Inside2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His faithful horse, Whitewind galloping down the dirt road of the countryside, Merek readied his sword.
“I must be getting close now.” He said to himself. He could feel it. He was indeed getting closer. He vanquished any doubts he may have had prior. Merek
A Change in FateA Change in FateA Change in Fate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy wanders through an unexplored forest. He's about eight years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly ripped clothes. He stumbled through the forest limping on his right leg. His body was torn to shreds; many injuries were clearly visible across his entire body. He kept pushing himself to his limits, wandering deeper and deeper into the dark forest which enveloped the night, until finally he came across a creature lying down in the ground, surrounded by trees. The boy limped forward to take a closer look at the creature but as he stood over body of the creature he saw the true horror that lay before him. The creature was a dragon hatchling, dead; its green scales glowed crimson in the moonlight from its wounds. Arrows protruded out of its body from spine to tail. The boy's eyes became blurry, his conscious mind fading from reality. The boy fell unconscious where he stood and fell onto the grass next to the dead hatchling, his hand falling on top of its
Horse CampHorse CampHorse Camp9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dan reflected as he rested in his modified stall about everything that had happened since he came to camp his first time. He was thinking about the campers that would be arriving in the morning and reflecting on how his life had changed. Dan had never thought he'd be a councilor at one of the most exclusive equestrian camps around, but here he was, an instructor and councilor, there to help the campers adjust to life at camp and the changes they'd go though. He stretched and readied himself for bed, smiling as he settled his large frame into the specially reinforced bed that had been made for him. He pulled the covers up, leaning against the cushions and drifted off, imagining the campers reactions to what would soon be happening to them and what they would be learning. They knew they'd be learning about horses, but they had no idea how they'd learn the lessons.
Eyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-Eyes of the ForestEyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd seen him before.
At first I was afraid of what I'd seen. I was seven. I could not see his face, for the sun had set and shadows surrounded me as I walked along the edge of the forest. I only saw his eyes: glowing red, staring at me through the darkness. But by the time I had acted upon my childish curiosity and walked over to where the eyes were, he was gone, disappeared into the shadows of nightfall.
It made me nervous. I wanted to know what it was I had seen in the forest. So my mind made up possibilities. I had dreams. They were intense dreams, violent dreams. I would awaken pumping with adrenalin, wanting more but never remembering what I had seen or done. And of course, there were the nightmares. In those, the eyes would haunt me, follow me, watching, always watching.
After a few weeks, sometimes months, the dreams would stop coming. Then, I would see his eyes again and the entire cycle would start over.
Eventually, I came to my senses and told my par
Fun Times on Pleasure Island"You really need to hurry up, Jenny," Sarah said as she popped her head through Jenny's room in the hotel. It was the third and final day of the boys' and girls' trip to Pleasure Island. For three full days, the girls and boys had dominated the island. They could do everything they wanted for free. What was the catch? None of them knew, but they didn't care. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Jenny said impatiently as she slipped her black yoga pants over her large rear. She slipped on her sandals, following Jenny out of her bedroom and out of the hotel room. "Where are the other girls?" Jenny asked as they walked through the main lobby of the small hotel, passing other girls along the way. "Well, Rebecca hooked up with that Brad guy last night, but she and Lauren should be near the games. It's really sucked that we have no service here." The girls had no service of any kind. The strangest part about it was the girls that didn't like it and wanted to leave couldFun Times on Pleasure Island3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This