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This is a story I stared for NaNoWriMo in 2005. It's till incomplete, but I'm in the mood to share. 'Cause I love John, and it's a precursor to the events of Overhill, Asatira and my's webcomic. Untitled CHAPTER 1 My left leg slipped out from under me, and I went sliding down, onto the bed of acorns beneath the tree. Hard. It was like falling onto a bed of rocks. And it was going to bruise; I just knew it. And that was going to be embarrassing, bruises like leopard spots up my entire leg, because I fell on acorns. Bloody figures.“I have gotta find a better way to spend my free time,” I grumbled at a nearby squirrel.The squirrel chattered a...

You see him walking In the blizzard, enjoying The chill and the biting Cold, he stands proudHis bones ache His joints creak Yet he looks As young as youHis face still Houses youth He still walks With graceHe stands tall The life in his eyes Belies his age As he looks at youYou stare into Those windows That reveals his Full might…You try to look Away but you Sink deeper, lost In those wells of powerHe blinks and reality Pulls you back He smiles lightly You shiverYou know now You’ve only Witnessed a Little of itOf the power That obeys him He chuckles at The fear you showCommon sense shouts At you to run but you Stay, as your friends Run, aba...

Old Wounds Part 3I rubbed my head with my left claw. I groaned softly. I was back as a werewolf, a little cramped from sleeping on the floor. I got up and padded into the kitchen. I walked on all fours most of the time. Even though werewolves can walk on two legs and originally started that way, most of us just move on all fours. It's faster and we can't trip. Jeeves was in the kitchen, cooking. He noticed me walk in and nose open the fridge door with my snout. "Are you going to eat that way too?" Jeeves asked me. "Probably not," I said, looking in the fridge. "I just don't feel like shifting back right now." "Ah," Jeeves said. "Should I l...

One typical hot and muggy summer day in Northern New Jersey, I took a book and limped down the short path through the woods to the pond behind our house. I had sprained an ankle on my morning hike the day before, but was determined to spend at least part of my day outside. I also hoped that between my ankle and my book, I would keep from fidgeting long enough to see a beaver on its way to work out on the water. If I was lucky, one might even stop for a rest and a quick grooming on the log just off shore in front of the chairs, something my dad had witnessed about a week earlier. I eased myself onto a battered plastic pool chair injured-foo...

His meandering train of thought was broken off when he heard a gentle knocking at the door. Already? He thought, looking outside. He could see tall hills, distant mountains like the fins of huge whales, and a splash of lochan broken up by little mossy mounds. These lochans were everywhere in the Scottish countryside, as if a giant beast with wet feet had gone on rampage about the land. The knocking continued, louder than before, but somehow apologising for being so. “Yeah?” The door opened slowly. Mark came in and smiled at the kid, wondering why he was standing by the drawers. He looked a little better today though. The feral sparkle was ...

The sound of rustling backpacks and eagerly departing footfalls brought the lion back to consciousness with a soft groan.  Sitting up, he slowly brought his face from between pages 374 and 375 of “Chemical Principles: 8th Edition” and back to earth.  Bright fluorescent light wasted no time in assaulting his visage as he brushed his long bangs from blocking it, but the reason for his next groan did not reveal itself until his eyes had adjusted.  The whiteboard spanning the entire width of the lecture hall had been mostly white last he remembered, but now was covered with a stream of mathematical expressions and disembodied comments relating...

The dirt road emerging from the forest of Souls was deafly quiet.  The dust began rising from the plains from the light breeze.  None of this could alleviate the pain that the boy had been subject to.  Nothing would help in this case.  No amount of mischief or humor would prove useful to him now.  His longsword dragging on the ground forming a cut line, it seemed too large for his small form to wield.  Yet, it was bloodied, and worn.  Who, then, had used it?  Could this child possibly have had enough strength to cut a person?  His hair looking as if it had been soaked the previous day, then drying in the place it was, draped over his eyes....

He groaned and rolled onto his side, rubbing his head against the fairly cool and damp grass. Every cell in his body seemed to cry out in pain. How did I get here? He thought, not daring to open his eyes yet. And while I’m on it, where the hell is ‘here’ anyway? Slowly, stumbling a bit the dragon got onto his paws. He woobled in place, before opening his eyelids and almost immedietaly narrowing them to avoid the painful rays of sunshine that were coming from directly above him. He stretched his wings and folded them on his back. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a forest, in many ways it was similar to the forests on Berk and yet i...

EMERGENCY! -TORNJohnny is torn between his family and his job. He has a decision to make, and a problem to face. Roy is there to support him. (this isn't slash) -Incredibly depressing oneshot. Sorry guys. I'm kinda depressed right now. This is how I'm going to deal with it. There are some important parallels between this story and my life right now. Sorry for any typos if there are any...I didn't really proofread it. Just trying to make myself feel better.- Thanks for reading if you do.----------------------------------------------- "Well...I guess that's...that." Johnny said as he walked away from the house on the corner of the dark stree...

The sun had reached just beyond the edge of the theatre’s walls, sparing him from the direct heat. The air was thick with settling dust, still heavy from the dogs’ departure, and the sky looked red as if smeared with blood. He licked his paws and lips clean of the earlier kill before rolling over onto his side. A throbbing pain shot up from his legs where the dog’s had bitten; not sharp enough to wince but constant enough for him to fixate on the pain. The throbbing was as steady as his own heartbeat.Bits and pieces of the sheep were still strewn about, mainly tatters of fur strung onto gristled bone. Mr. Brown had a tuft of hair stuck to ...

But I'm just like you… I can think about things. I have feelings… You sure know how to hurt them!I'm a lot like you! I have a fertile mind. I can react and reason. I'm a detective; I'm good at what I do.I'm a lot like you! You can tickle my paws, and I'll laugh at you! I feel pain and I bleed, too.I'm a lot like you! Don't say I'm a monster, just because I'm different. I wasn't trying to deceive you, Let me have my clothes back!I'm a lot like you! Please, let me get dressed, again. I just want to be your friend!I'm a lot like you! You say that I look weird to you. I'll have you know, you look strange, too!But I'm so much like you!

"Bull!" I said looking at him, he turned his head back to me his dusty blondish brown hair stuck to his face from sweat and his skin glisten to every drop that formed and I am surprise at how strong he really was taking all my weight and I have no idea how far we walked but it far enough… this guy is full of surprises… "My family didn't want me to know because they thought it would stop me in my college work, she was my Aunt and now she gone and no one told me they what accept me to be okay!" I said to him, I felt his hand take my hand and squeeze it he smiled at me "It's okay to be not okay!" he said I smiled and then said to him "I'm not...

Groaning, he put a hand to his forehead as tried to stand up. One hand gripped the side of the bed as he pulled himself to his feet from the floor. Wet, his forehead was wet and sticky. Moving his hand away he saw why, there was a cut on his forehead and it was bleeding. “Musta hit my head when I fell.” He groaned. Legs shaking he made his way to the bathroom and turned one of the taps on. He splashed the cold water over his face, what a weird dream he’d had, being chased through the rain slicked streets by someone unknown pursuer. He shook his head; weird dreams were nothing odd for him.   The storm outside raged on, the rain loudly splat...

“Someone’s coming,” she said.Little Thing leapt away from the pile of bones that she had thoroughly cleaned. There was a muffled noise, like chattering, that echoed through the rows of the theatre seats. Mr. Brown moved much more slowly, craning his head left and right as if the very action was a great burden to him.He huffed loudly. “I don’t see anything.” “They’re coming closer…”The smell of fresh blood was also on the air, much fresher than the bear’s kill. The smell of goat’s hair baked in summer’s heat, but also the smell of strange dogs. It made Little Thing’s fur stand on end, and laboriously Mr. Brown climbed up to his feet.“They’r...

     The big fat full moon was shining like a candle in the dark, spreading it's illuminating rays onto the forest floor. The darkness recedes away from it as the moon rises higher into the twilight sky, but it isn't all that peaceful. A human boy, about the age of 15 was running away from the shifting beasts that have been hunting him for their own pleasure for a day or two. The boy was all scratched up from all the rocks, twigs, and a long scratch caused by one of the shaggy beasts. Thankfully, the wound already had a scab on it to stop the blood loss, but he kept running, his heart beating loudly in his ears. "Gotta...find...shelter..."...

I have no wish to chronicle the events of that first year. Much of it I spent sunk in a mindless and fluid dreamlike state, aware of but unable to control my actions. I passed, drifted, from town to town through the country, killing by night while by day I haunted the crossroads and squares like a vagrant. In some places, the people pitied me, and I slept warm for an hour or two before some peasant's fire until my fragmented mind again drove me into the cold, or my altered flesh again drove me to kill. Never did I cease to move across the landscape, always fleeing the grief and horror that sprung up in my wake. Never did I speak to a soul,...

Without Wings Their lungs stung with frost bite at each pained, sharp breath of the winter air. Two sets of bare feet darted over the leftover forest leaves cushioning the frozen dirt beneath. The trees shrouded any light out of the woods, darkening the brothers’ path behind them as well as the escape route before them, acting as a double edged sword. The only light visible was from the lantern the old witch carried behind them, chasing them furiously. The fiery headed younger one, no older then five, screeched as his shin hit an uplifted tree root. The autumn treats stuck to the cold sweat running down his exposed arms when he fell over.T...

Beast of Burden Written by Arian Mabe / Amethyst Mare They do not quite know how to take care of us, these ones. He does not know how to pick a stone from a quiet burro’s hoof. He does not know the best time to feed or when we need a shady spot to rest. This man is quick to hide in our shadow and wet his lips with moisture while we dry bray, hoarse and threadbare. Why does he not share with us? We do most of the work. It is after this season of labour that I came to the conclusion that humans are too eager to whip, raising welts on my scrawny hide, and slow to offer a kind word. If he whips me again, I shall kick him in the head. In the da...

Horsekit, laying down, stared at his paw. Well, he would if he could see it. At that moment, it was stuck in between one of the Great Oak's roots and the ground. He couldn't have done it again if he tried. All he was doing was walking, but then the soft ground made him slide right into the root. And then he was stuck. Horsekit had tried everything. He had backed up, hoping the soft ground would let him have his paw back. That didn't happen; instead, it hardened, and with every pull, his leg throbbed in pain. He ended up stopping that. He tried twisting it out, but it had the same effect. He tried digging, but the ground next to the root wa...

Chapter 1: Get Tough They sat quietly in the room, glancing nervously from one another, then to the clock, to the screen, to anything they could see. This wasn't easy as there was precious little in the room; a typical table, a wastebasket in one corner (empty), a small film projector that squatted on the table. The three men could have spoken–there was plenty that they had to say–but the topics at hand were much too grave, too immense, for them to talk about comfortably. To put it bluntly, they weren't tough enough. That wasn't why they were nervous, though. They were nervous because of the man they were going to meet, the man they were w...

The NubbliesAs always he was careful where he put his feet, but this time, needed a hurried sidestep to avoid treading on what looked like a perfect ring of little toadstools, but which from his recent experiences, Josef knew was quite possibly no such thing. For some time now he'd had no serious mishap in the Woods, though they weren't slow in showing their displeasure if he allowed his vigilance to relax - nothing more than a stumble over a protruding root perhaps, or a nudge in the ribs from a chiding limb, but the mild admonishments were enough to keep him ever wary. In turn, the Woods seemed to be pleased with his caution, as if happy...

Jack whistled to himself as he headed through the forest, enjoying nature's splendor as he made his way towards the town that his master said bordered the forest. While Sebas had said that it would take a day, Jack had cut about a good three quarters of the trip by cheating a little by using a wind spell to amplify his speed. After the spell faded, he decided that walking the rest of the way would be fine and he wanted to at least have a leisure walk through the woods as it calmed him. His luck had not flared up at all, which meant he wouldn't have a lot of time before it decided that it was high time to stick him into trouble again.So her...

Year: 972 What is now GermanyJack was walking down the moonlight rocky path, leading his donkey up the gradual slope. He wanted to get to the town over the mountain before too long. This night was eerie. After he had left the safety of the trees there had been nothing but a few sparse weeds, but now there was absolutely no life. The only thing he could do was shake the old donkey’s reigns a little to increase their pace.Under his breath he cursed himself for not bringing camping gear, and the miller for telling him he wouldn’t need it at a good pace. He flinched, startled by his own speech. Nothing else had uttered a sound in so long he st...

Jack watched the small beetle crawl along with dismay. It looked such an innocuous creature, but he knew from prior experience the damage they could cause.He picked the grey-shelled insect up between finger and thumb, and watched it\'s curiously spiked legs carry on moving back and forth. Jack wondered absently if the boll weevil even realised it was no longer on the ground.Shrugging, he crushed it, and resumed his diligent search for anymore of the pests, wishing once again he had any pesticide left.\"Hey, Bob,\" he shouted to his brother, \"when did Rogers at the store say that next load of gunk was in?\"\"Two to three weeks he reckoned,...