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Brief Loops
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Brief Loops

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THE ANTHOLOGY
Page 1-2: The Tomb - A tale of greed and betrayal, a tragic twist on a classic morality play. GRAPHIC CONTENT
Page 2: Twilight's Shadow - The introduction to the novel of the same name I'm writing. It's good as a stand-alone piece as well.
Page 4: The Forest - A mysterious tale of darkness and death, clad in verdant greenery. GRAPHIC CONTENT
Page : The Return of Zaros - Have you ever wondered what it takes to bring back a god? EXTREMELY GRAPHIC CONTENT
Page : White as Snow - My most famous piece, back by popular demand. Not exactly a short story, it's the first bit of the novel I plan to have published later in life.

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Page : The Worst Written Story Possibly Ever - Aww...it's a kitten...> GRAPHIC CONTENT
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Page : You've Got Mail - The terrifying tale of what lengths a grieving man will go to just to ease his sufferings.
Page : The True Tale of How Sir Prysin REALLY Got His Room - posted by popular demand, the only piece in the Anthology with absolutely no action/horror elements at all. See the Wolf's talents in a new genre.
Page : VFD - True valor shines in modern day heros. My Tron-test Valour entry
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Okay, I can wait one more reposting until the kitty one. :D

19-Jun-2008 05:16:11

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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Keep in mind this story is much older than the others...and not as well-written.
WHITE AS SNOW
Prologue
"I feel it. You're watching me aren't you?" I can feel Him...he's always there. No...NO! You don't understand, you couldn't understand. No one understands any more. I feel him. Aheh...heh...hehehe...I can...tell. I see the blood on the walls, dark red streaks running down. It calls me, says my name. "Stop calling ME! I'm here!" What happened you ask me. But I don't tell you. Because you know. You know what He is, don't you?! Yes, you do. But you call me a FREAK! You lie and burn, so He tells me to kill you. And now you're dead. Aheh...heh..hehe......

Chapter 1 - Part 1
"Mom!" I call to her, trying to get her attention. The birds chirp in the trees, the sweet autumn breeze flowing across my body as I run past the field of cool grass.
"What, Derion?" She's calls back.
"I finished all of my homework!" I shouted, relieved for so little. She says good, and she is happy too.
We are a poor family; my mother works at a bookstore as a cashier. Fretton doesn't have very many people living in the city, and not many people buy books. However, we manage. She manages to operate a small gardening business on the side, and sells home-grown vegetables and herbs from our house for as much money as we can. Ever since Father passed away, we've had a hard time. My younger brother Joley helps mother to weed and work the garden when she's busy.
I am 14, a man, THE man of the household. My mother is very proud of me. She says I am turning into my father more every day. I swell with pride, as my father was a very strong man. Every day is a new day, a struggle, but a good one. The struggle of life makes one feel alive, you know?
"Mom, I'll go pull the weeds, and water the plants!" I say over my shoulder as I run to the garden patch, pulling my garden shears from a pocket. I walk to the garden and begin pulling weeds with my trowel, dark dirt crumbling in my fingers.

19-Jun-2008 05:28:13 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2008 05:34:20 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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I do love the garden, and the smell of dirt. I breathe in deeply, savoring the musty smell of the earth. Looking down at the weed I pulled, I see a small pebble in the plant's roots.
"Hey, mister pebble, you got stuck." I say with a grin on my face. Grabbing the pebble with my gloved fingers, I yank it off of the root.
'Funny shaped pebble,' I think to myself, carefully dusting some crusted dirt off of it. But wait, it isn't a pebble at all! It's a tooth! How neat is that. An animal's tooth, wrapped in roots. 'I wonder how long that tooth has been sitting there, all alone.' I think to myself. 'Hey, if there's one tooth, I bet there's more!' I think excitedly. Interesting finds like these don't happen very often. I dig around in the soil, carefully feeling for anything hard that might be a tooth. I find several small pebbles, and a rock shaped like a face, but no more teeth.
Ah well. I continue my weeding, and, after finishing, I cross over to the family well for some water for the dog. The well is an old brick well with a little thatch roof on it. My great-grandfather dug it more than 100 years ago, my mother says. The water is cool and clean, and has a refreshing tang of things dissolved in the water from the ground. I lower the old wooden bucket in, tieing a rope on it to ensure it doesn't fall down the 50 foot deep well.
I lower until I hear the faint splash that says it has found water, and begin pulling it up.
Or, trying too, anyway. It won't move...
The bucket won't come up. I heave on the old winch, angry that the stupid bucket got caught on a rock. "Errr...NNGGG!!" I heave, but it won't budge. 'Fine,' thinks I, 'I'll lower it to get it un-stuck, and then pull it up.' I lower it a few feet, but nothing happens. It still won't come up.
Suddenly, the winch is ripped violently from my hands and starts spinning rapidly. "Wha...what the..." I say to myself, incredulously. THIS has never happened before.

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I am not afraid, just a little dumbstruck. Being the man I am, and not afraid of a seemingly possessed winch...haha...the thought of a possessed winch makes me chuckle a little, I lean over and look into the well.
Nothing. Total darkness.
I listen, straining for some faint sound of an animal that might be pulling my winch and my rope.
No sound at all.
Not even splashing. The winch runs out of rope...all...200 feet of it. I hesitate, maybe a little frightened. The rope came off the winch and fell...well, it looked like it was pulled straight down, right into the well. I listen for the splash.
Nothing.
Chapter 1 - Part 2
I hesitate for a moment, then begin jogging. Running. Sprinting.
"Mother! Mother!" I yell, trying to get her attention. She is at her vegetable garden, trimming away the dead leaves from a tomato plant. She hears me and looks up, afraid I might be hurt.
"Derion! What's the matter?" she calls to me as I sprint faster towards her. Now that the whole event has happened, the memories begin to scare me a bit. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and it frightens me. I finally run over to her and stop, the exertion of running several thousand feet making me breathe quite hard.
"Mother! I was pulling up water from the well...*pant*...and the bucket...*wheeze*...got stuck...and it wouldn't move! *pant*" I try to get out, the words slightly obscured by my harsh, heavy breathing.
"Well, that's happened before." she says with a chuckle and a smile. My mother's smiles are always beautiful, her brilliant white teeth always make me feel better. "just let more rope out, and then pull it up." she finishes.
"I tried! It got stuck at the lower rope level too!" I said. That was very unusual. If you let more rope out, it should get unstuck.

19-Jun-2008 05:28:14 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2008 05:35:03 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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"Then, the rope started being...I don't know...almost like it was being pulled down! The winch ripped out of my hands and started spinning really, really fast! The winch kept on going and going until it ran out of rope, and then the rope fell off the winch and got pulled in! But there wasn't any splash!" After I finished the story, I realized I had been babbling.
"Whoa there, son, breathe." she said with another chuckle. "I'll tell you what. Let's go over to the well and see what the problem is. Ok?"
"Ok." I said, relieved that she believed me when I said that there was a problem.
We walked through the knee high grass, the breeze making the grass wave in graceful patterns across the field. One of our neighbors' bull steers lowed in a far away pasture. We'd used to own steers as well, when Father was still alive, but after he passed away from luekemia, we couldn't afford to keep them.
I began to feel better. Mother always had a calming effect on me. Nothing bad could happen when she was around.
She was leading as we walked to the well, with me around 10 feet behind her, trailing her steps. She got up to the old brick well, and turned around to face me. I was still trailing, and I caught up to her.
"Now what is the problem, Derion?" she asked, not nearly so bright and smiling as she had been. "I don't appreciate you bringing me all the way to the well as a prank, son."
Having NO idea what she was talking about, I asked her what she meant.
She pointed to the well and said, "I thought you said the bucket and rope were pulled into the well, and they got stuck, right?" I replied, "Yes, the winch just started spinning!"
She moved out of the way and pointed at the well. "So I suppose it goes the other way too then?" she stated, obviously getting a bit angry. Still not comprehending what she meant, I passed her and walked over to the well. What I saw terrified me.

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A White Wolf

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A bucket with a rope attached to the winch sat on the ground next to the well, filled with cool, clean well water.
Chapter 1 - Part 3
I was dumbstruck. I couldn't talk. My mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. I was speechless from terror. I SAW that bucket fall in. You HAVE to believe me. It fell in...I know it! I...I...didn't know what to say to my mother, who was standing a few feet from the well, tapping her foot.
"But..it..I SAW it...fall...." I said feebly, trying to convince her unsuccessfully. She stop tapping her foot. "Well, I don't know what you saw, but it's obvious it was a childish prank. The bucket is right there!" she sighed, obviously disappointed in me. "Next time, just get the water WITHOUT trying to waste my time..." She walked off back to the vegetable patch, muttering a few random sayings under her breath.
I was terrified. 'Am I going crazy?' I wondered to myself. I walked over and looked inside the well. Still nothing but darkness. I bent over, untied the rope from the handle, and picked up the bucket of water, and began walking over to the heifer's pasture a small distance away from the well. As I walked, I tried to think of possible explanations for the incident with the well, but nothing fit. NOTHING I could think of would make any sense. I reflected that it felt colder...and the breeze was a bit stronger. 'Maybe a storm's coming,' I thought to myself. Normally I liked storms, but this prospect did not cheer me.
I got to the pasture and filled my dog Theo's small water trough with the bucket. The water began turning an odd color, a sort of murky brown. It got more vivid the more water I poured in, until it turned a bright crimson. It looked just like blood.
Blink.
The water was clear. That abrupt of a shift in color in the space of my single blink was enough to make me blink again.
Blink.
Red.
Blink.
Clear.

19-Jun-2008 05:28:15 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2008 05:35:50 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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I dumped the rest of the water in, and quickly turned around. I didn't want to stay by that trough any longer than I needed. The bucket felt slimey, and the inside was coated in black. I hastily dropped it. As I turned to start running back, I saw something in the corner of my vision.
I quickly turned, but nothing was there. I figured it was a bird, but it had seemed larger...like a man. But no man moves that quickly, so I wasn't frightened. I was still a bit pre-occupied by the color changing water as well.
It wasn't until I sprinted back to Mother that I realized that birds are not white...
And the figure in the corner of my eye was a brilliant white...white as snow.
Chapter 1 - Part 4
bu-bump
The deep rumble echoes. Off of what, I do not know. I see nothing but total darkness. I try to stand up, and suddenly I can see. I find myself on the ceiling of my room. My bed that I sleep on is above me, along with the rug, and everything else I own.
bu-bump
I decide that I am actually on the floor, and all my belongings are attached to the ceiling. A coarse grey light pervades the room, taking away nearly all color, rendering the world I usually live in a dark, drab nightmare without brightness.
bu-bump
Blink.
The room I stand in is not my own any longer. I am on the ceiling of a room, tiled with green and yellow, but they all look grey. The chandeliers extend up from the ceiling, even though I stand on it as well. I look at my hands. I still have color, but it is twisted, like I am covered in oil that distorts me.
bu-bump
I see a door to my left, a stout wooden door made from thick planks.
bu-bump
I walk to the door, and begin extending my hand to grasp the thick bronze doorknob.
bu-bump
The sound continues to echo throughout the room, off of the nice chandeliers, and the wallpaper.
bu-bump
It comes from behind the door I think.
bu-Bump

19-Jun-2008 05:28:15 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2008 05:36:09 by A White Wolf

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