A NIGHTMARE REBORN: FREDDY VS. JASON 2 CHAPTER 01 BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: WES CRAVEN: A Nightmare on Elm Street VICTOR MILLER: Friday the 13th JOHN CARPENTER: Halloween EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place after "Freddy vs. Jason," but before the...
Callia came awake in Ethilathain's arms as a cold shiver slithered down her spine. She carefully scanned the room, actively searching for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Something did not seem right. She did not know what it was, but something within her urged caution. She softly nudged Ethilathain, skimming her hand over his flesh. He snuggled int...
Miriam Hancock arose in the morning alone but feeling joyous and revitalised. But when her early toilet had been done her smile faded, and she frowned. On the dressing table lay the fat envelope she'd received that morning from the lawyers employed by Lady Diana. It enclosed a letter that was dreadfully succinct. '... Our client as brought to our attention...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...
New Girl II - Part I A Tale from Skyra by T. J. Skywind Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor Date: early March 2048 The weather outside was still full of winter, biting and cold from winds off the eastern ocean. Inside the duke's manor, the rooms were warm and cheery. People were still feeling good about their recent victory against the Yr...
I first met her when I arrived for a staff meeting, three days before the start of the new school year. We arrived at the door to the conference room at the same time and our eyes met. Hers were a beautiful shade of green, catlike, the kind of eyes that you could drown in. She smiled as we both reached for the doorknob, a radiant, friendly smile. "Hi," she...
He hadn't always been. Plastic I mean. Static. Absent in the sense when there's no movement, no one notices you. Or worse, they do notice and wish they hadn't, preferring the company of others, more human like them, more companionable. He couldn't remember when he wasn't Plasticman most of the time. Pre adolescence probably. And those infrequent moments when...
Sarkopheros Says: Hey, guys! I'm finally back with another story. It's been 23 days since my last story, and I'm sorry about that. However, I had a business trip interrupt me and there's some other stuff going on here that hampered the process. The delay before the next story will not be as long. Anyway, this is the first Hyper Jae in six months! I can't...
Prologue As children we all played the usual games; Red Rover, Tag, Musical chairs, etc. But what about when you grow up? Is there a point when you just stop playing games you played as a kid? Is it possible that games like Duck, Duck Goose can be just as fun when you are an adult as it is when you are a kid? What if with just a twist of the imagination, y...
The Missing Flesh How Things Must Be "Hey, Fuckshit, come over here for a bit. I need your micro-assembly skills." That was my boss. Of course, at the time she wasn't my boss so much as owner. Except she wasn't exactly my owner, either. Perhaps it was closer to say I was her apprentice. Except for the fact that she wasn't teaching me a trade. You could sa...