lycan-rising

 • My sandwich lies cold in front of me. • I'm no longer hungry. • The man returns to the present. • Smiles. • I want to ask 'what then'? • He seems to know what's on my mind. • Says that the authorities declared that the guests died in an accidental house fire. • The manor staff disbanded. • Hints that the last he heard of Ashton was him working on 'Friendship and something'. • I ask 'is that a ship'? • "of sorts." smile. • What did you do? • He went off and made a life of my own. • He stopped living other people's lives. • Stopped trying

WHAM a bullet flashes past my face and slams into the wall behind me, coating me with a fine spray of dust.  I duck instinctively and raise my hands above my head.  I was still in shock, the attack had happened so quickly.  There I was, minding my own business in the alley behind the pub which I had been eating in; thinking about how peaceful my life had been for the past 50 years and where I should go next, when suddenly a black car pulled up and several men jumped out.  Something inside warned me to run away, but I pushed this to the side purely out of curiosity; why men were run from the car wearing body armour and carrying weapons? Then

CHAPTER 1 12:34 am.  A girl, around 5"8 walked out of a building.  It was one of several in the compound, but by far this was the biggest.  100 meters tall and double that in width and covered in toughened steel, it dwarfed any other building in the complex.  The girl paused in the doorway to the building.  She looked back over her shoulder, and walked out.  Even though it was pitch black outside, beams of lights from the security towers searching the ground outside the razor fence threw a dim light over the grounds.  But as the girl walked away, a shadow peered out from behind the huge building.  No-one would see the shadow slither up to th

WARNING: CONTAINS SOME MILD LANGUAGE Ok so to get this straight, I (lycan-rising) am writing this.  But f-key is going to add his pov in it. Ok, so the day is Sunday the 13th of January. I get up at 7:20, annoying as it’s a Sunday, I’m meant to be hibernating until summer, yet I have to wake up for a paintball game.  Which I was very excited to go to.  I’m dressed, I eat breakfast, check my watch.  My rota who is taking me is coming at 8....so the time is now.....8:01. *insert bell ring of your choice here* Crap. I dash to the door.  Wrench the lock open- the front bolt is on....CRAP! "Coming hang on..." I run away from t

LITTLE ROCK 9 1954.  Supreme court- We were all waiting.  A door opens and we are told to rise and the 3 men come into the room.  I scan their faces for any trace of an answer.  My name is Oliver Brown.  This case has gone on for so long.  I feel myself sweat.  The 3 judges take a seat and we sit.  Looking to my left, I can see my lawyer.  He has stood by me the whole way.  G-d bless Thurgood Marshall and the other men who have helped me all the way.  Then I look to my right.  There are the rich idiots who just don’t want anything the wrong coloured in their school.  I scan the judge’s faces, attempting to read any sign.  But they

Prologue The year is 2142.  And the world has gone to pieces.  My name is Edward Faubus and i am part of the 7th british army based in what was a long time ago called Sudan.  I can remember when all this began. It started in 2050.  Fossil fuels were running low.  Global warming was rising quickly.  Disaster was imminent.  Then the polar ice caps melted, and disaster struck.  Every country in the northern hemisphere was frozen over in a few months.  We fled south, all of asia, north america and europe.  Then the southern ice caps melted. 

Alarms ring out loudly as we ran past the slaughter which had just taken place.  My heart thumps with the thrill of getting revenge for being captured.  Our hands pumping by our sides, we sprinted down a corridor.   Dead end.  Not for the almighty fiery-gun-thingy that the predator had on his shoulder.  He opens fire, and I dived through the hole.  I duck instinctively as the predator shoulder barged the weakened section of the wall, sending metal everywhere.  Brushing debris off me, I look around; I see we’re in a huge hanger full of cars and motorcycles. &#

So after licking our wounds, moaning about how/where they got hit, re-filling up on paintballs and going to the toilet (in my case anyhow.  Very uncomfortable when you have to unzip your overall, and take your body amour off…and then on again.  Someone…mentioning no names hated the toilets as they had no mirrors…laughed to myself later about that) we were back into combat. This next game was a ‘protect the pointless object’.  Our pointless object was a 10 litre fuel can.  Ok it had nothing in it but what an object to pick!  The arena was centred around a square fortress.  The ‘fortress’ was around 10x10 fee

We moved stealthily through the thick forest.  Piercing white eyes peering out of a mess of carefully placed camo paint.  A crackle.  I raised my fists and my squad freezes, crouching and taking up a position looking over a different sector around us to provide cover.  I peer forward, moving my finger closer to the gun metal coloured trigger of my assault rifle.  There was another flash of movement in the corner of my eye. “Contacts right!” Then rounds were flying from everywhere.  I was firing- I didn’t know where, but I felt like I needed to fire.  Someone appeared from behind a tree to my left.  His centre mass appeared do

 • My sandwich lies cold in front of me. • I'm no longer hungry. • The man returns to the present. • Smiles. • I want to ask 'what then'? • He seems to know what's on my mind. • Says that the authorities declared that the guests died in an accidental house fire. • The manor staff disbanded. • Hints that the last he heard of Ashton was him working on 'Friendship and something'. • I ask 'is that a ship'? • "of sorts." smile. • What did you do? • He went off and made a life of my own. • He stopped living other people's lives. • Stopped trying