Feral Heart - Day 5
_"The image of the town was soon entwined within the overlapping branches that lined the path he trod upon, vanishing from sight. Slung across his shoulder was his rifle. On his back, the few belongings he still cared about. Around him, the soft thrum...
Feral Heart - Day 4 (2/2)
_"Missed. The blaze of fire and smoke drifted away like a parting curtain. Mark had missed. The barrel dipped to the earth, as the realization set in. There was no felled corpse, no fading life._ _The one shot that mattered, the one he had hung his...
A Literal Changing Room
**The relative coolness of the air hit Dorian's skin as he climbed out of the pool. The scent of chlorine filled the air, long familiar to him. Stretching as he stood in the tiles, he groaned. Walking over to the benches, Dorian picked up his towel,...
Hollowed Heart
"Hey boys, get a load of this." The man with the hoodie held his phone up. His friend peered at the screen and smirked. "The idiot and his bitch." A third nodded, tapping a bat on the ground. "The idiot and his bitch." 'Enjoying the new phone,...
New Property (1/3)
The sun had begun to dip into the horizon by the time Gered pulled up in the small yellow taxi. He handed the driver some bills and grabbed his duffle bag as he left the vehicle. "Nice house," the driver commented. "Yeah, thanks," Gered said...
New Property (3/3)
When he awoke to the swaying golden-green rays of filtered sunlight, he knew immediately that it was getting late. However, he felt no rush to get home, nor any anxiety of what his parents would think of him being out so long. Sweater and hat...
New Property (2/3)
Gered awoke the next day from the most unsettling dreams. He shook his head, and the fading feelings vanished. He sat up and immediately remembered that he had fallen asleep without pants on. His pained expression flushed as he looked down. It...
Ruff Start
Rael erupted from the foliage that obscured his escape, arms burning from the unaccustomed burden that bore down on them. Wrapped tight in his arms was a glinting suit of silver armour engraved with intricate writings in a language that he had been...
Personal Encounter
It was nearing the end of the day, the setting sun casting a hue of red across the sky. A gentle breeze blew about the mildly cold air. Meanwhile, the werewolf drove along a gravel road in his car, unaware that he was being followed. The man at the...
Feral Heart - Day 4 (1/2)
_"The smoking rifle clattered to the ground._ _There was a war, but in it, there were no strategies, no combatants, no battlefields. They told him to stop, but he couldn't. His life was defined by his success and to take that away was impossible....
Feral Heart - Day 3 (2/2)
"Clods of dirt and bits of decayed leaves leapt up until the air, disturbed from their rest by the pounding of the heavy paws. It was not the sickly moonlight that guided the beast. A deeper sense, incomprehensible to the human mind, raged in every...
Feral Heart - Day 2
"The steely gaze clashed with the ominous, shifting woodland. Though darkness writhed within the wind propelled current which trembled across every naked, wooden limb, Mark marched on. Neither creaking wood nor ghostly whispers deterred him. This...