Part 3 of 4. Heather begins to change as night approaches.
“Heather,” Teri whispered. “Are you awake?”
Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window. Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt. Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin.
“It’s almost noon, Heather,” Teri continued to whisper. “I’ve already had breakfast and explored the town a bit. Do you still not want to get up?”
Still? Heather thought wearily. Speaking seemed to take too much effort. But I’m just now waking up.
“I think we should just stay here today. And maybe I should have the doctor come over and take a look. Just to make sure you’re okay. You look a little off.”
“No,” Heather said softly. The young woman willed strength into her body and she slowly sat up. It took an enormous effort to move and she found herself breathing heavily while she lay against the wall with her eyes closed. “Just. Just give me. A second.”
The two friends explore the nearby area to watch the Hunter’s Blood Moon but accidentally awaken something deep within the caves.
Part 2 of 3
“How long are you going to stare at them?” Heather asked. The young woman tightened her backpack’s strap against her chest. A sudden cold wind knifed through the folds of her coat and she shivered. Heather turned, sniffing the air lightly. The wind was sharper than the evening air and she wondered if a storm was far behind. “It’s cold, Teri.”
“I may never get a chance to see lanterns in my life, Heather,” Teri said. They both stood outside the inn. Two outdoor hurricane lamps swung on hooks above the door, creaking slightly as the gust of wind pushed at them.
“Home Depot has them. Probably on sale right now. Back home,” Heather added. “They probably have a sale on them since Mr. Edison just came out with his fancy light bulb invention. I know you don’t read the news but everyone is talking about it. Come on, Teri. They’re just lamps. Charlie’s back near my apartment has some on his bar.”
I think at some point this weekend I want to write a quickie scene – something 2000 words or less. Something with a lady changing into a were-animal type (not Amazonian, etc…). Maybe TG elements, maaaybe not? Dunno. Thinking more just “normal” TF but feel free to throw some thoughts anyway. You never know :)
Toss some ideas if you feel like it and I’ll pick pieces and parts of what sounds good! Don’t be offended if I don’t pick yours, please! Or if I only pick a part of your idea!
My Halloween story!
A young Twilight fan convinces her friend to take a trip to visit Dracula’s homeland during the week of a blood moon.
Part 1 of 2. Probably. Maybe 3 total.
“No,” Heather said. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
“Come on,” Teri whined. “Just one week. That’s all I’m saying. What else are you doing? Nothing, that’s what.”
“I’m trying to pay off my student loans!” Heather shouted. “You know, that thing we owe? The one you keep ignoring? They won’t just forgive it, Teri. You know that, right? It just keeps getting worse and, eventually, they’ll-”
“One week,” Teri interrupted. “I won’t ask for anything from you ever, ever again.”
“Blood,” Heather said. “Sharks. Water. Student loans. It’s stupid, anyway. Twilight had nothing to do with Dracula. From what I can remember of the movies you made me sit through. They weren’t even the same kind! Dracula didn’t sparkle in sunlight; he burst into flames and died screaming!”
I actually did this about 3 weeks ago but I’ve not been sure whether I should include pictures on this site.
Thoughts? Yay? No? Don’t care?
I was proud of the hand for this one – I had to use my own as a reference and make it fit somehow. And I thought the foot turned out nicely – something else I had to add :) Oh, and BE and muscle growth, too :)
The sounds of the city’s nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked. He frowned at himself, unsure of why he’d be worried yet the feeling didn’t fade. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure. Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms.
An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass. Behind the man, two young women walked, laughing and talking about a movie they’d just watched together. A hot flash of jealous raced through his body. Suddenly, he felt his throat grow tight and his eyes watered. He turned and looked down at the ground, breathing through his nose to fight against the sudden urge to cry.
That’s dumb, Robert, he told himself. You’re okay. Just breathe. The young man tried to pinpoint why he was so emotional but nothing made sense. His cheeks burned to the tips of his ears and the clothing store’s cashier flashed into his mind. She smirked at him. He felt shame for himself but the fog hid the true source from him.
Just checking in to let everyone know I’m still alive. Haven’t had much time to write lately but have been chewing on a few thoughts and ideas. Writing (for me at least) is something I have to be in the right mindset for it to work well.
So, I may finish the last Honeypot chapter this weekend (maybe) and doodle a bit since I’m enjoying that as well. Don’t worry, though. I’m definitely not going to try to give up writing in order to draw :)
Thanks for being patient!
So, I kinda sorta messed with doodling a few times in the past. I always wished I could draw but, apparently, writing is more my thing. However! I still like to mess around with art.
I ordered some sketch paper and drawing pencils recently and decided to start actually practicing. Last night was my first attempt and those are attached here. It’s terrible but I wanted to at least share the pain :) I found a picture I liked and then attempted to copy (without tracing) the angle and outline and then added to it bit by bit while taking pictures at every step. Next time I’ll find an actual artist and have a reference for how the tail would look because, well, I think the tail looks the worst out of all of it.
Anyway, umm, here you go!
A very quick, very messy wererat story with an alternate “sexy” ending. I haven’t done a rat TF before so, here you go!
“No, listen. Listen! I’m telling you, the goddamned cab driver dropped me off at the wrong place.” The young woman stalked down the desolate street, shoulders hunched deep within her suit jacket. Her black high heels clicked-clacked on the broken sidewalk. Rows of old brick houses lined the street. The buildings were built in rapid development decades ago but now most lay empty and boarded up. A few children played basketball in the street ahead of her and several adult sat in front of their homes, relaxing on the wide, dark gray concrete steps.
“I don’t know!” the woman hissed into her phone. Her eyes flicked between the children and adults. Her bare legs whisked together under her black skirt. “There’s no signs anywh- Wait. Yes. 3rd and Main. How far away? Jesus. Fucking-”
“Spare some change, miss?” An old man said from the woman’s side. “Some change, miss?”
At 6:00 pm, Kevin knocked on Brandy’s door. She felt her heart racing as she answered it. Her smile was strained and awkward on her face and she didn’t want to let him go when he hugged her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Kevin said. “You’ve been crying.” The young man had changed into casual clothes before coming over.
Brandy nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wore her dancing penguin pajamas and her pink panties. She always wore her pink panties because they helped her feel brave. Or, rather, it made the world around her feel more ridiculous. No matter what happened, she could always just think to herself: Sure, I can understand you want to yell at me because the extra shot I added to your coffee at your request is somehow now too much but, you know what? I’m wearing hot pink panties with two little pink bows so, there! She was amazed at how much it helped.
“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked. “Are- Are you breaking up with me?”
Brandy’s lip quivered but she swallowed before she started crying. “No,” she said, her voice cracking. “I have to tell you something.”