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My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.My Scream Becomes My Howl by RisingPhoenix89
I was vaguely aware of the sounds around me, the snarls, the howling, the growling. I could dimly feel the forest floor beneath me, the soil, the fallen pine needles.
But all I could focus on was the burning, crushing pain in my right shoulder.
With my mind so clouded by pain, I could barely comprehend what had become of my night. Eric had offered to explain himself, if I was still willing to hear it, which, of course, I was. You don't kiss a girl with that kind of passion and then pull away in nothing short of terror without explaining yourself. So he asked me to come walk with him through the forest tonight, promising to answer any and all questions I had.
And now I was curled on the ground, clutching my throbbing, bleeding shoulder as a pair of massive wolves fought nearby.
The more I tried to remember what had happened, the clearer it became and the less my shoulder hurt. Eric and I had howled playful
Birth of a Prince -Wolf TF Collab-Birth of a Prince, Grey Wolf TFBirth of a Prince -Wolf TF Collab- by drekian
A collaboration between ~drekian and ~gryphonmon7
Deep in the forest, hidden from the rest of the world, was a unique group of wolves known as The Lunar Wolf Clan. This clan was unique compared to others. They had one thing that no other creature known to man had: magic.
The members of the Lunar Wolf clan were capable using magic to achieve many things. And for many years, they lived a life of prosperity, but now they had a problem. The leaders of the clan, King Howl and Queen Luna had found that they were unable to have a child. If something wasn't done, the clan's leadership would be in Jeopardy. Anyone could take the throne.
So that fateful night, the King and Queen and the rest of the clan Council gathered for an emergency meeting.
"This is a real problem, your majesties," the royal adviser said. "We must have an heir to the throne."
A rumble of voices
I'm a Receptionist and administrator for a Supported Employment group, a gift aid accountant for a sports charity, a self-published author, and I have Asperger's Syndrome.|
I live in Peterborough in the UK, in a modest three floor house, and I am a keen story writer in my time.
Unfortunately, my drawing skills are not so good, I cannot create my own great works like many others, without working from (dare I say it) Copyrighted material (Shamefully).
That's why most of my work is either flash or literature.
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The Dressing Room MachineThe Dressing Room Machine.
12 year old Chris Harvey was just an ordinary schoolboy who had a fascination for technology. He was the son of a single father, a world famous inventor who specialised in the creation of quantum-mechanical devices. The devices aided them both in their everyday life. Devices included a robot maid and butler, automatic walk in shower, and a car which could be driven on it's own free will. But more recently, one of the inventions that the father had created was a mechanical dressing room. He had created two of them, one for him and one for Chris. It was only in its prototype stages at the present time, but the device meant exactly what it is named for. It's quite simply this...the machine is capable of dressing and undressing a person via quantum computing. All you had to tell it, was whether to dress or undress you, or to try on something new that you've never worn before. As nearly all types of clothes wer
The Dressing Room Machine (Ver II)The Dressing Room Machine (Ver. II)
12 year old Chris Harvey was loving the dressing room machine that his father had created for him. In recent years, the machine had been made into a working prototype which won first prize at a local trade show, and has since made media coverage. The father was paid a considerable sum for his invention, many hundreds of thousands of pounds sterling. With the extra money, The father decided to expand on his inventions, including upgrading the current technology that the dressing room machine had.
Chris Harvey was running up to the front door of the house where he and his father lived, after making the two mile walk home from his school on a wet and rainy Wednesday afternoon. He was wearing black school trousers, black shoes, and a brown coat to protect himself from the rain. Chris used his house key to let himself in, wiped his feet on the doormat, and closed the front door to keep the rain outside. He took off his
The Farmer's new pet (For Justakitsune)
The farmers new pet.
It was a warm and clear late morning in the middle of May. I knew of a young man who had a keen interest in animals; a very good friend of mine. He was one that I could engage in regular conversation and laughter, and his name was Kyle.
Kyle and I lived next-door to one another in a block of flats. We were both currently out of work and living on the taxpayers money. This was mainly due to discrimination. In my case, it was because I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome, and in Kyles case, because of his lack of work experience.
Kyle lived in room 218. He had just woken up from his sleep-in. Kyle was always a late bird; he enjoyed his long lie-ins in the morning. Kyle had reddish brown hair and green eyes. At present, Kyle was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt. He opened the curtains to let the sunlight into his room. He then sat on the side of his bed,
Freedom as a Lycan
I remember the time when one of my friends at a local orphanage was dying to get out into the wilderness. It was the middle of the night on a cold, bitter Wednesday.
Kyle was snug under the covers of his bed, but he was struggling to sleep because of the poor conditions we lived in.
He had reddish brown hair and green eyes, and always went to bed with his blue jeans and black t-shirt on to keep warm at night.
There were 20 boys that lived in the orphanage, all of whom had lost their parents at a young age, Kyle included.
Kyle’s room was very cold, the bed was hard and uncomfortable, and the covers and pillows were all twisted.
Kyle wriggled vigorously on the bed; his heart was pounding, and his pulse was racing.
After a few moments, Kyle jerked awake; sweat was dripping all over his body in fear, and he was breathing uneasy.
The dark room had one window which was barely expelling light from the outdoors, not that there was much light outside from the black of night, but the full
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare (Updated 18/02/2014)
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare.
My name is Chris Harvey, I'm 13 years old. I live in Peterborough with my single father Christian, and I am diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. As with many children like me, I had my dreams. Most of my dreams were good, but of course, there were the occasional bad ones too...particularly in the night. You know that feeling when your mortal body falls asleep, but your mind is still wide awake? Doesn't everybody sometimes wish that they could enter their own little dream world and never come back? I suppose though, it depends on what kind of world you are thinking of. In this case however, the dream world I was going to imagine, wasn't to be a good one.
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Anyway. There I was, snuggled up under the covers one Saturday at midnight. The sky was pitch black, the moon was high, and there were no clouds. I was dressed in my night garments under the covers, which consisted of a cotton red long-s