7/ 100. Shocking developments. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
7/ 100. Shocking developments.
The research lab was falling quiet again the noise of the animals, driven out once more and the silence awoke Kurt from his unnatural sleep, the disease had spread further, faster that yesterday, making him weaker and colder, The doctors told him they they were exhausting all known methods of a hopeful cure. The injections were a failure as were the pills and suppositories, the psychological analyses hadn't produced any positive results and in a hope to bring Kurt's hopes back, One Doctor Birch Joked that they might try beating the illness out of him after they noticed that , after receiving a static shock he started to regain some colour in
6/ 100. A dream, reality. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
6/ 100. A dream, reality.
The girl had been waiting for this moment for months, Lisa's birthday had finally come, It was only tomorrow and she would be 16 at last and being on the path to becoming an adult, but that could wait, She was more anxious about her presents, the cake and not forgetting the “surprise” party the she'd overheard her parents discussing, they never were good at keeping secrets.
Lisa rolled over in her bed with her arm outstretched, and threw her hand onto the light of her alarm clock, it was coming up to midnight, but no matter how hard she tried her excitement kept her awake, kept the moment at a distance that would forever be out o
5/ 100 The Grass isn't always greener by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
5/ 100 The Grass isn't always greener
The creature stood before her, it was the shadow of a great, Majestic beast, that could control power and demanded respect, its eyes gave a cold glow slightly illuminating a golden Halo that orbited its body. “You mustn’t go with them.” The voice bellowed, tearing at Hillary's body, but despite the volume, it seemed like a calmed whisper. She raised her hand in front of her, partly to defend herself, but she didn't understand what it meant, But before she had a chance to question it's “Advice” she was shocked.
Her body pulled itself up quickly into a seated position, breathing heavily. Hillary brought her hand
4/100 The chance to help. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
4/100 The chance to help.
The sand between his fingers was surreal, it was cold, while the sun scorched his back. Koron pulled his fingers into a fist, and pushed his body off the soft, yellow powder. He was still weak and pins and needles waved over him, pushing himself slowly onto his side. He couldn't recognize where he was, all he knew was that there was sand everywhere, and beneath him past his feet as he looked down the was an ocean that seemed to glow, and shimmer, only one this was distinguishable and broke the horizon, a single lonely tree.
Koron had a similar feeling to just waking in the morning, he rolled back onto his chest and his hands sunk into the sa
3/100 The will of the Hive. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
3/100 The will of the Hive.
George's legs were beginning to go numb, the cold of the night was getting to him and he couldn't sit in the garden much longer, no matter how much he loved watching the stars hover over him, so large in size and yet by the time he had seen them, the light had become so small and insignificant, that it had almost no effect other than the cosmetic beauty of the black sky. George sat on the bench every night he could until he almost fell asleep or got too cold, like tonight, and the only reason he was out tonight was because his parents had gone to a dinner party, claiming that they wouldn't be back until late.
He pulled his head forward and r
2/100 The wing of the fight. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
2/100 The wing of the fight.
“Thanks for coming!” Finally he could close the shop, Anthony leapt over the counter and slammed into the door, locking it before anyone else could come in. “If the boss saw me do, I'd have been executed.” he glanced around the room trying to find whoever he was talking to, before shaking his head and heading to the back room for his coat and bag just so he can get home before midnight. Anthony always wondered why his boss wanted to close so late, but the thought was quickly flushed as he darted through the stock room and grabbed his stuff, scrambling to put on his coat and bag as he marched back into the front of the
1/100 - Leviathan tf by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
1/100 - Leviathan tf
The snow almost shrouded the street entirely, all the houses began to look the same as Sam passed them, each step was like a game running at a low frame rate, stopping and starting as his weight compacted the white powder. He forgot why he left the house, he passed the though through his mind a hundred times, he had left school nearly 2 years ago now. The only reason he was going back was because he was so cold. The once brown hair covered in snow appeared almost grey, his hands dug deep into his pockets trying to scrape any scrap of warmth to his numb, dying fingers and elbows pushed into his sides to make himself smaller, to be less effecte
1/100 - Leviathan tf by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
1/100 - Leviathan tf
The snow almost shrouded the street entirely, all the houses began to look the same as Sam passed them, each step was like a game running at a low frame rate, stopping and starting as his weight compacted the white powder. He forgot why he left the house, he passed the though through his mind a hundred times, he had left school nearly 2 years ago now. The only reason he was going back was because he was so cold. The once brown hair covered in snow appeared almost grey, his hands dug deep into his pockets trying to scrape any scrap of warmth to his numb, dying fingers and elbows pushed into his sides to make himself smaller, to be less effecte
2/100 The wing of the fight. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
2/100 The wing of the fight.
“Thanks for coming!” Finally he could close the shop, Anthony leapt over the counter and slammed into the door, locking it before anyone else could come in. “If the boss saw me do, I'd have been executed.” he glanced around the room trying to find whoever he was talking to, before shaking his head and heading to the back room for his coat and bag just so he can get home before midnight. Anthony always wondered why his boss wanted to close so late, but the thought was quickly flushed as he darted through the stock room and grabbed his stuff, scrambling to put on his coat and bag as he marched back into the front of the
3/100 The will of the Hive. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
3/100 The will of the Hive.
George's legs were beginning to go numb, the cold of the night was getting to him and he couldn't sit in the garden much longer, no matter how much he loved watching the stars hover over him, so large in size and yet by the time he had seen them, the light had become so small and insignificant, that it had almost no effect other than the cosmetic beauty of the black sky. George sat on the bench every night he could until he almost fell asleep or got too cold, like tonight, and the only reason he was out tonight was because his parents had gone to a dinner party, claiming that they wouldn't be back until late.
He pulled his head forward and r
4/100 The chance to help. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
4/100 The chance to help.
The sand between his fingers was surreal, it was cold, while the sun scorched his back. Koron pulled his fingers into a fist, and pushed his body off the soft, yellow powder. He was still weak and pins and needles waved over him, pushing himself slowly onto his side. He couldn't recognize where he was, all he knew was that there was sand everywhere, and beneath him past his feet as he looked down the was an ocean that seemed to glow, and shimmer, only one this was distinguishable and broke the horizon, a single lonely tree.
Koron had a similar feeling to just waking in the morning, he rolled back onto his chest and his hands sunk into the sa
5/ 100 The Grass isn't always greener by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
5/ 100 The Grass isn't always greener
The creature stood before her, it was the shadow of a great, Majestic beast, that could control power and demanded respect, its eyes gave a cold glow slightly illuminating a golden Halo that orbited its body. “You mustn’t go with them.” The voice bellowed, tearing at Hillary's body, but despite the volume, it seemed like a calmed whisper. She raised her hand in front of her, partly to defend herself, but she didn't understand what it meant, But before she had a chance to question it's “Advice” she was shocked.
Her body pulled itself up quickly into a seated position, breathing heavily. Hillary brought her hand
6/ 100. A dream, reality. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
6/ 100. A dream, reality.
The girl had been waiting for this moment for months, Lisa's birthday had finally come, It was only tomorrow and she would be 16 at last and being on the path to becoming an adult, but that could wait, She was more anxious about her presents, the cake and not forgetting the “surprise” party the she'd overheard her parents discussing, they never were good at keeping secrets.
Lisa rolled over in her bed with her arm outstretched, and threw her hand onto the light of her alarm clock, it was coming up to midnight, but no matter how hard she tried her excitement kept her awake, kept the moment at a distance that would forever be out o
7/ 100. Shocking developments. by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
7/ 100. Shocking developments.
The research lab was falling quiet again the noise of the animals, driven out once more and the silence awoke Kurt from his unnatural sleep, the disease had spread further, faster that yesterday, making him weaker and colder, The doctors told him they they were exhausting all known methods of a hopeful cure. The injections were a failure as were the pills and suppositories, the psychological analyses hadn't produced any positive results and in a hope to bring Kurt's hopes back, One Doctor Birch Joked that they might try beating the illness out of him after they noticed that , after receiving a static shock he started to regain some colour in
A wish too far, Werewolf tf by heartoftheWyvern, literature
Literature
A wish too far, Werewolf tf
The two of them walked through the street Kyle looked at his watch
“Already half past eight? We should make a move.” he looked to Mark who grinned at him from ear to ear, watching kyle panic. He had a big exam tomorrow and Mark knew that Kyle would seize up again.
“Calm down, you can't do any worse than last time.”
“That's because I wrote 'I am a fish' five hundred times and passed out.” kyle slowed down, reluctant to go. Mark couldn't let go of the smile slapped on his face, every time he thought of that moment he burst out laughing, that nearly got him kicked out of maths twice in the last week th
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It', seems that every time I do a journal entry its something bad, and this is following tradition. I'm sorry i haven't been able to post anything, I've been in hospital for a while (Man the food sucks). but i finally got a chance to get to the internet and post this, I should be able to put something up within the next week or two, providing i don't explode.
I need to take a break for about a week, (I'll see if i can still do something) But I need to focus on my college production. Huge Apologies to http://tristanthejawsfan.deviantart.com/ because I was supposed to do a tf based on there fantastic Idea and post it tomorrow, but i need to build some scenery and wire some sound stuff.
Thanks.
That's it A new laptop and the dawn of a new age, I will come back to the xeno-thing when I'm sure of where it should go, but until then something new. Someone! Give me 3 random words.
And for once I'm going on a bit more of a serious note and wanted to thank everyone who has stuck it out and been patient with me while I couldn't post.