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Werewolves 101Werewolves 101 (according to me)

About Werewolves

    They are simply humans with the ability to shift into a werewolf or wolf. To some, its the other way around. The human is actually their mask, or camouflage. It is what keeps them safe from man (who they believe are the real enemies), though not all werewolves believe in this.

     Werewolves have two basic forms, the feral (wolf) form, which is the natural wolf to blend in better with nature and their ancestors, then there is the anthro form, which is the bipedal werewolf form.

     Werewolves take pride in their heWerewolves 1014 years ago in Science Fiction

The Chemicals Between Us

Colin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. "Congratulations!" it began. "You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners." He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.

It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking home from a The Chemicals Between Us7 years ago in Science Fiction

Chronoscape, Chapter One

Chapter 1

Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?

Sept 17, 14:15

Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. TChronoscape, Chapter One7 years ago in Science Fiction

The Culinary Tastes of Aliens"What have you done?"

"The juices on your planet are delectable," he said, as though he hadn't heard her.  She looked around her kitchen.  There was blood and fur everywhere, and were those bits of bone?

"You ruined my juicer!"

He gave the appliance a dirty look.  "Yes. You should probably go and purchase one of higher quality."

She was afraid to ask, but morbid curiosity took over.  "What did you use?"

"I believe you call them 'squirrels'. Tomorrow I shall catch the avian you call a 'bluejay'.  If it tastes half as good as the squirrel I believe I shall stay here for a long time."The Culinary Tastes of Aliens4 years ago in Science Fiction

Stargate Obsession ListYou know you're obsessed with Stargate when...
1. You can understand all of Sam's techno babble.
2. You answer questions from friends and family with "indeed".
3. You say "for crying out loud" when frustrated.
4. You stand in front of the mirror trying to perfect your one eyebrow arched look.
5. You know there's a Stargate in your own back garden... but no one else can see it because the Nox's have disguised it for you.
6. You start talking to everyone in Ancient Egyptian.
7. You aspire to be an archaeologist and find someone called Daniel.
8. Talk about Abydos like a holiday destination.
9. You and your friends can actually integratStargate Obsession List6 years ago in Science Fiction

The FifthLizzy fussed with the pens on her desk. The Smarties tube seemed heavy in her pocket. She had five left. That's exactly the amount I need. So they can contact me. She shifted impatiently on the hard classroom chair. The voice of the teacher was a wash of nonsense words.

The bell for the end of class went. She wiped her sweaty palms on her scruffy school uniform. The teacher called after her but she forced her way past the other students to the door.

The girls' toilets. Harsh white light. It picked out the dark lines under Lizzy's eyes. A cloud of smoke hung around a group of three older girls in the far corner. They saw her and started laugThe Fifth5 years ago in Science Fiction

OuroborosIt was obvious that Scratch didn’t belong.

For starters, his coat colour was all wrong. With the exception of Ned, who possessed a rather handsome coal-black layer of fur, every rat in the laboratory was a sparkling, immaculate white. Scratch was the same dirty grey as the neglected piping runs outside. Secondly, he was young. The others, even Ned, were all quite old. Hyram, the leading rat and often simply called “the Admiral,” was jokingly said to be immortal.

It was also obvious that most of the other rats did not appreciate his presence. After all, they belonged, and he did not. They had been born and raised in this laborOuroboros4 years ago in Science Fiction

Where to Play?

The nuclear blast ripped through Wembley Stadium, shattering steel girders like toothpicks and melting human flesh like butter. Ringo's head smashed into the concrete as the scorching air roared over him. It had been a pretty good day until this had happened.

Earlier, the make up artists and costumers had descended on the four of them like a flock of gnats. A touch-up here, a snip there. Mr. Wesely, clothed in a pin-stripe suit, was calmly standing by the door of the dressing room, watching the talent coordinator of PeaceAid 3 hop around like an insane monkey.

"We've only got 10 minutes!" she howled. "Get the hair right. No! Not the bowl cuWhere to Play?8 years ago in Science Fiction

Fellowship Lost, Ch 1, Prt 1“Shoot.

“Oh, shoot!

“Shoot, shoot, shoot.”

Yes, that was what Lorin said. She couldn’t deny it. She heard it leave her lips. Shoot? Any number of profanities would have been more appropriate under the circumstances, but her mother’s training was kicking in when least expected.

She would say more later – much more – but right now there was no time. She had to concentrate on moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake; had to convince her reluctant right hand to let go of the steering wheel and shift the car into park at fifty-five miles per hour – screw the transmission. Had to remind herselFellowship Lost, Ch 1, Prt 14 years ago in Science Fiction

Flash Fiction: Good Business “We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?”
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
“I feel.... ah...” A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. “I feel fantastic.” Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
“Would you like to see your new body?” A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. “Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd lFlash Fiction: Good Business4 years ago in Science Fiction

For the Good of the Species

"It's your first day, isn't it?"

"Yes. Ah, actually, I'm just an intern. I'm supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti."

"Simonetti? He's on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says 'Director of Genetic Integrity', you can't miss it."

"Thanks! I'd better hurry, I'm almost late."

Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.

"Come on in."

Simonetti, a large man in a brown-musFor the Good of the Species7 years ago in Science Fiction

The 12 Days of Zim-Mas

(Zim)
On the first day of X-Mas
Jhonen gave to me,
A Bad Bad Rubber Piggy = Zim

(GIR)
On the second day of X-Mas
Jhonen gave to me,
Two Balls of Glue...(to be my friends) = GIR
And a Bad Bad Rubber Piggy = Zim

(Miss Bitters)
On the third day of X-Mas
Jhonen gave to me,
Three Krazy Cards = Miss Bitters
Two Balls of Glue...(to be my friends) = GIR
And a Bad Bad Rubber Piggy = Zim

(Robo Parents)
On the fourth day of X-Mas
Jhonen gave to us,
Four Lawn Gnomes = Robo Parents
Three Krazy Cards = Miss Bitters
Two Balls of Glue...(to be my friends) = GIR
And a Bad Bad Rubber Piggy = Zim

(Dib)
On the fifth day of X-Mas
JhoThe 12 Days of Zim-Mas8 years ago in Science Fiction

Dear SteveDear Steve,

It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.

But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency protDear Steve5 years ago in Science Fiction

In a Bar Around Saturn

Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.

Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!

You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, yIn a Bar Around Saturn9 years ago in Science Fiction

Synchro-CityThey breathed in unison. All over the city, all over the planet, the bots were breathing together. They moved and walked and spoke as their individual programming dictated, but their breathing was synchronised, in and out with the constancy of a ticking clock. She was in her twenties when she first managed to make her own working robot and it breathed with inexorable regularity. In out. In out. In out.
"Hello," it said. In out. "Are you my mother?"
She laughed.
"The female creator of my form," it insisted, "The instantiator of my existence. Are you my mother?"
She had to concede that she was, although the term made her uneasy.
In out. ISynchro-City5 years ago in Science Fiction

To Sleep, Perchance... It was raining. It was always raining. I could hear the neon lights hum in the windows of the bars and clubs as I passed by. Inside people were enjoying themselves, or thought they were, lost in their alcohol soaked daze. The neon painted colourful pictures in the oily puddles at my feet. I walked on..
I pulled the collar of my coat up around my neck against the cool damp air. I needed to find someplace, anyplace to get out of the rain. These places weren’t for me. In these clothes, who was I kidding. Besides I didn’t even have enough fTo Sleep, Perchance...4 years ago in Science Fiction

Kaa companyDeep in the jungles of India rested one of the most fantastic and massive serpents of all time. The mighty snake's name was Kaa, who not only had almost 50 feet of thick, muscular coils that no land animal could resist, but held the fabled power of hypnosis. With his hypnotic abilities he could turn the most fierce fighter into a drooling slave. Kaa particularly enjoyed doing that with his food, right before swallowing it whole and still alive. But in the canopy of the rainforrest he was quite full, and wouldn't need to eat again for a time. Kaa was, unfortunately, bored at the moment. He lay curled up in loops among the tree branches, watchiKaa company4 years ago in Science Fiction

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Meeting Eve

The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill inMeeting Eve8 years ago in Science Fiction

The Bird"Found a bird in delta." I say.

John doesn't stir, so I repeat.

"Said a bird flew in. Little scrawny thing, but it got in."
"Can't of."
"What I thought. But it did."

I can hear John stretch out in the bunk above me, the ancient springs groaning as his body and muscles shift across them.

"Where's the leak?"
"Sally's looking. Be in delta though - can't of got through a bulkhead."
"Better not be delta two."

I nod, because neither of us want it in delta two.

"What sort of bird?"
"Little scrawny bastard, don't know. Could look him up."

John swings himself off the top bunk, and sits down on the end of my bed to do The Bird7 years ago in Science Fiction

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