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A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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*bows deeply, flourishing one of his too-many skill capes*
Thank you, thank you. ^-^
Yeh Smurf, this is one of my favorites. Every time I read it again I marvel at how good it is, and I go, "How did I create something like this?"
Or I see some sentence that I love and think, 'Wow, there's no way I could have thought of that. But obviously I did, so I dunno what my problem is now."

20-Jun-2008 06:06:27

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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>-<;;
I'm not TRYING too, though.
I mean, yes, it's a great story, but I really don't know how I did a good job with it.
If I had the idea for it right now, and this one never happened, and I had to write it from scratch again, it wouldn't be nearly as good. Which is weird.

20-Jun-2008 06:10:46

A White Wolf

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Anywho, I'm going to post my last story from the Anthology on here now.
It's my most recent entry into a Tron-test, the Valour Tron-test!
I really enjoyed this piece, but I concede that it wasn't as good as a couple others entered, so I'm not torn up about it.
Enjoy!

20-Jun-2008 06:13:09

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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“Go, go! The building is structurally unsafe as it is!”
Commands are screamed into small throat-mics.
“I see one! Top floor!”
“Roger, Charlie, my team is on it.”
Clouds of cloying, caustic smoke billowed into the dusk’s embrace. Glowing night glimmered in the glare of the flames, spilling from open upper windows like some hellish furnace.
“I don’t know if we can make it, the ceiling’s in danger of collapsing!”
Charred flesh crackled in their passing, a corpse unfortunately asphyxiated and since roasted in the torturous hallway like a hog on a spit. Harsh, heavy breath rattled through respirators, filtering out the char and fumes.
“Roger, we’re on the top floor. No signs.”
Resounding thuds resonated across the room, rippling waves of heat turning the world into a kaleidoscope of nightmarish blacks and oranges. A thick fluorescent yellow boot finally kicked in the door, and three heavily garbed figures ran in.
Nothing.
Smoke seeped through fissures in the floor. Visored vision scanned the room quickly.
Nothing.
A deep rumble shook the building, the floor listing and leaning suddenly, throwing the men to their knees momentarily.
“H-help…”
The shadow of a whisper, emanating from beneath the skirted bed.
A hand, gloved in Nomex, reached beneath, pulling out a weak, soot-covered little girl. She looked up, seeing helmeted, masked faces emblazoned with the VFD insignia, and passed out, shock, lack of oxygen and exhaustion finally taking their toll.
“Roger, we’ve got her! Copy, we’ve got her!”
“All right, get out of there, the building’s near collapse.”
“Roger.”

20-Jun-2008 06:13:41 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 06:14:04 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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Thunderous bootsteps as the men ran. Sweat poured from scorched scalps. The structure creaked and leaned as burning timbers broke.
“We’re out!”
Wordless sobs of joy and gratitude. A mother tenderly caressed her singed daughter, chest heaving. Hot tears run rivulets through caked soot.
“H-how…can I ever…th-thank you enough…?”
“Ma'am, we’re just doing our job."

20-Jun-2008 06:13:46 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 06:15:08 by A White Wolf

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