Monster Club (Chapter 1)Monster Club (Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky cried powerful tears over Abraham's head. He pulled his coat over his head and continued to run down the dirt road, which was quickly turning to mud beneath this torn and blood covered sneakers. He had been running for what felt like weeks, but for what only could have been a few days. Nothing looked familiar to him…which is what he wanted. The trees toward over him like great leafy giants, glaring at him…challenging him. Lightning stuck over head, lighting the sky with its deadly and brilliant lights. The thunder clap was like a loud roar, daring him to continue his made race. Nature itself conspired against him...it fought him.
"Go ahead," he growled to himself, "it's not like life's done me any favors before."
The truth was that Abraham Singer had been running for most of his life. He had no home to speak of…and he had no adults to call parents. To the common eye, Abraham Singer was just a simple 15 year old orphan boy. However, it wasn't pity Abraham wanted…nor was it empat
Metamorphosis (Chapter 4)Metamorphosis (Chapter 4) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Is everything alright, dear?” Mom asked. I didn’t answer her right away. I was too busy thinking and trying not to focus on the events of the day.
After what felt like an hour of sitting in a hair salon, mom was finally driving me home. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my own head as it felt like my hair now seemed so…different. The salon lady had been nice I suppose. When we walked in she was very friendly and asked if I’d ever been there before, and then took me back to get my hair done. I didn’t exactly know what to expect of course, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about the outcome. They pulled on it, washed it, combed it, pampered it, there were times where I thought my hair would be pulled out or something, but in the end, it was not. When they showed me what I looked like, I was kind of in awe. It wasn’t done up in any special way, but it looked a lot cleaner and it looked softer…clearly more feminine. I think sh
Deaths Diary (Entry 27)Deaths Diary (Entry 27) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm going to try something a bit different. I'm going to tell you where I am and what I'm looking at and then see where that takes us. Does that sound interesting? Let us experiment, shall we?
Currently it is pitch dark outside I'm sitting on the roof of a two story house in Pennsylvania. The sky is clear, and the moon is bright. It's rather warm but of course, what more would you expect from a summer evening? Though I am looking out over the small neighborhood, my mind is elsewhere with the family that lives or DID live in the house I am sitting on. My stench is still fresh in the room beneath me and the evidence of my presence is more than obvious. The police are already on the scene of course tape has been drawn across the front of the house and there is so much chatter.
It is painful as I write this. I feel nothing but sorrow and anger because I am all too familiar with this scenario. At first glance, this home that I sit u
Deaths Diary (Entry 12)Deaths Diary (Entry 12) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is it that frightens you? After all this time, I hardly need to tell you that there is no need to be afraid of me. However, I would like to explore the concept of fear. The ideas and the effects it has, if you'll permit me. Don't misunderstand me, fear has its benefits and it can be necessary. A man without fear is a fool. But there are some things that you humans fear that you just don't need to, like me.
So why do you humans fear me? I think the correct way to answer that is to explain why children fear the dark, or certain humans are afraid of any form of god or deity. Some humans are afraid of the future why? Because the one thing humans fear most is that which they do not know or understand. You fear the dark because you don't know what lies within. You fear me because you do not know what fate awaits you after me. You fear the future because you do not know what will happen to you. You fear God because you do not know him and you cannot study him. It i
Deaths Diary (Entry 10)Deaths Diary (Entry 10) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I promised some time ago, I would like to discuss the atomic bombs dropped in August of 1945.
How do you picture Hell? Do you see fields and mountains of fire, with demons and horned creatures hoping around with pitchforks, stabbing people? Maybe you see what Dante's Inferno described: many layers of different forms of punishment. I once heard it described that Hell is a place of nothingness. Because all of our senses come from God, and Hell is completely separated from God, then all of our senses are removed. Unable to feel, see, hear, smell, or taste, you are left without anything.
While all of these versions of Hell are popular and very thought provoking I believe that humanity came closest to recreating Hell on August 6th, 1945. You called this version of Hell "Little Boy." It was a weapon with power and destructive ability that I had never seen before. I must credit you humans there: Only creatures with creative minds and abilities such as yours could construct w
Pro-Bending (Chapter One)Kana stood in the training yard, just south of the pro-bending arena. The air was cool as it brushed over her body. Her dark hair whipped across her face and her dark blue animal skin suit flapped steadily in the breeze. The grass around her felt soft under her bare feet, and the suns rays seemed to energize her body making it warm and comforting.Pro-Bending (Chapter One) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On either side of her was an urn of water. She got into a bending stance and breathed slowly. Reaching out she moved her arms in a flowing pattern. She closed her eyes and vanished into her own world. She wasn't in the yard anymore she was in the middle of the arena. The grass was gone and replaced with a cold feeling of metal, as the arena seemed to spread in front of her. The water below the arena churned and swirled, inviting any unfortunate bender to its wet embrace. She could hear the crowd in the stands screaming fans all around her chanting her name screaming it as loud as they could.
"KANA! KANA! KANA!"
Prologue: Why?Prologue: Why? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Joshua Rains. What I do is something that you probably wouldn't believe or understand. I hunt down the paranormal and supernatural...and I police it. Note that I do not destroy it. Destroy is a last resort. Do you believe that just because something isn't normal or isn't human it deserves death? Of course not...they are living creatures like you and I. Indeed, some are evil and, in those cases, death is the only thing you can do...but isn't that the same with any criminal?
However, I didn't always think that way. Actually, I used to be very prejudice towards the supernatural and paranormal. I was one of the most feared monster slayers in America. You didn't know my name simply because I didn't want you to...it comes with the work...but I digress. I was responsible for the merciless murders of countless creatures and spirits in my time...until one month ago. What changed my opinion and views of monsters and the supernatural? I'll tell you.
I was 19 at the time. I was young an
The Crystal DragonThe Crystal Dragon in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Don’t let her get away!”
These shouts echoed behind her and, with each beat of her heart, she could practically feel them gaining ground. She had to lose them somehow. If the police caught her…if she was thrown in jail…it would all be over. Julia ran as hard as her legs would allow and gripped her only treasure in her arms tightly. Clutched in her sweaty and shaky arms was a simple statue, about 2 feet long and a foot tall. It was some kind of long and elegant dragon made of red crystal! It was so beautiful, and it seemed to catch every ray of light that hit it and bounce it back twice as bright. It was the only thing she’d ever stolen that she could never bring herself to sell. She’d been holding onto it for almost 2 years now and she’d grown a sort of attachment to this dragon statue. She had to protect it…she had to keep it.
Julia was a thief, plain and simple. She was no master criminal and certainly