From the Strong, Something SweetThe vampire’s ninth victim was found with sticks jammed in the four ragged holes marring her throat. A branch had been snapped from the tree her body was propped against, broken in two, and shoved up her nostrils. Her glazed eyes stared at the detectives, mercifully unaware of this final indignity.From the Strong, Something Sweet by Leonca
Detective Vimont shook his head. “Takes a special kind of twisted mind wants to turn himself into the undead,” he said.
Cricket songs filled the night air. Frogs croaked from the pond in the center of the little park. Under less tragic circumstances Detective Travis Hade would have considered it a relaxing environment. He took off his coat and knelt beside the woman. He removed the foreign objects, laid her on the ground, and draped the coat over her. Detective Coleson had already been sent to fetch the undertaker. Storm clouds rolled over the stars. A light drizzle fell, signaling the tightening grip of spring. Droplets of the victim’s blood mingled with the fresh wa
The OneSnierk gaped up at the swirly blue on white letters which boasted the existence of the Misty Mountain Muffin Top Sweet Shoppe. A fly buzzed by his face. A fur-tipped ear flicked at it, doing the job his mesmerized brain forgot to assign to his hands. If the Misty Mountain Muffin Top Sweet Shoppe were a living organism, its immune system would be fine tuned to ward off customers such as Snierk. Unhindered by such preemptive measures, he stretched to his tip-toes, gripped the doorknob, and let himself in.The One by Leonca
There were several humans between him and the counter. He took his place in line behind an old woman whose form was indefinite under heavy layers of clothing. The wait was boring, but that was what humans did in these places, so he waited. He passed the time by using one of his toe claws to scratch funny pictures on the shiny floor.
The old woman reached the counter and made her order in a voice that oozed like syrup. Snierk fought down the growing urge to break something. He peaked aro
Stop Staring at My TeethDearest Marie, I have returned.Stop Staring at My Teeth by Leonca
No more the poor man whom you spurned,
Though poorer looking, your love I earned.
Please stop staring at my teeth.
Lovely woman with gentle hands,
Think not of savage New World lands.
No one in this village understands.
And please stop staring at my teeth.
The cold leaves me distressed
And yet I labor without rest.
How could you be further blessed?
So stop staring at my teeth.
They are different, as am I,
But do not bother asking why.
Just go make me a pie,
And stop staring at my teeth!
Greedy woman, do not take
The choicest morsels that you bake
For this Hunger makes me shake.
Oh please, stop staring at my teeth.
My sweet, I urge you to dismiss
The copper tang left by my kiss.
It was no one you would miss,
So why keep staring at my teeth?
ControlThe feeling came over Bill when he was out checking his trap line in the dying light of a winter evening. Eyes on the back of his head. He knew the wary scrutiny of the deer and the hungry yet restrained gaze of the wolf. This didn't feel like either. It didn't belong to this place any more than he did. He would have preferred the wolf.Control by Leonca
He turned around, shook his gun at the reddening sky, and cupped his other hand to his mouth. "I know you're out there! This is private property! I don't wanna use this, but you'll leave me no choice if I catch you hanging around here!"
A soft rustle from somewhere deep enough that the trees obscured his vision. He waited until he felt he was alone again, then trudged through the snow to see what he could learn about the intruder. There were prints made by boots similar to his, though smaller. The thought that he outweighed whoever it was offered little comfort.
He cast one last disgusted look in the direction the tracks took as they moved away, then re
Talking to YourselfWind drove snow over the trees with such force they seemed to step into the distance. The whiteness in the air covered everything until it was as faded as an old scent trail after a rainstorm. The snow was already deep enough to suck in a man's leg past the knee if he wasn't wearing snowshoes, but the figure trudging through it was no longer a man.Talking to Yourself by Leonca
Wendigo had given up on snowshoes long ago in favor of simpler footwear. The straps challenged the clumsy fingers of his stolen human body, and he could never figure out how to move in them without tripping. He lurched onward with the tenacity of a wolverine gnawing through an inch of deer skull to get the gooey treat in the center. The pain in his stomach howled to his feet. He gave little thought to their control. His mind was focused on making the most of sensory information diminished by the storm. Sounds and smells were difficult to pinpoint. He almost felt as if the wind were a rival, come to mask the trails of prey to keep for itself.
The Charred JungleHe went to sleep a man and awoke a jaguar. The feline form felt like coming home, and as soon as his eyes opened he could see that he was indeed back where he belonged. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, splashing across his mottled coat in warm patches. He took in a breath of humid air, held it, savored it.The Charred Jungle by Leonca
Nothing here but the buzz of insects and the call of monkeys. The time of searching had come. He swished his long tail back and forth behind him as he padded across the damp soil, reassured by its presence that he had entered that state of twilight reality where answers could be found.
His pink nose twitched, drawing in the jungle's rich scents. Under the earthy smell of decaying leaves was another, a distress call sent up by nature which he must answer. He followed it until he found the clearing.
It was a lifeless place, black and smoky but no longer dangerous after the passing of the fire. The game trail he trod opened into it accompanied by a pair of decoratio
Becoming the TigerOctober 7thBecoming the Tiger by Leonca
Bob Cartman kept a tiger in a cage behind his house. He also had a big Rottweiler that lived on a ten-foot chain in the front of his property, and slept with a loaded shotgun propped against his bed. No one knew if he lived under a constant paranoia of being robbed or if it was the result of an overdose of the natural desire to display his machismo. No one bothered to ask.
The tiger was a massive male of the Siberian variety. In his ever-abundant creativity, Bob had dubbed him Stripes. The dog didn't fare much better. His name was Killer.
Stripes was a friendly cat, when he was in the right mood. Bring him out a piece of chicken and he would come up to the bars, rubbing his face against the cold metal and moaning an enthusiastic greeting. Bob liked to complain that he wasn't vicious enough, that he lacked the killer instinct of a ferocious jungle beast. He found many faults with Stripes in fact, from the cost of feeding to the habit the creature had of keeping him up
Lie to meI smile and I'm all teeth underneath,Lie to me by Leonca
white bones beneath bulbous lips,
careless quips and sinking ships
when something slips.
Hair of the cat that scratched you-
it's never new but always true.
I watched it stew until it grew
into something different.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
what does the blind man see when he holds her
and tells her his heart smolders
for her face?
Honesty as a policy
is not for me;
I could never see
eye to eye with it.
You can lie to buy my affection.
I will not try to hide my affliction
and you needn't be conflicted
when we can be so happy together.
Bailey's CakeSusan hummed to herself as she set the oven to preheat for Bailey's birthday surprise. OK, so maybe it wasn't going to be much of a surprise with her sitting there watching, but it's the thought that counts, right? She paused in her preparations to lean over and give the black and tan German shepherd a scratch behind its silky soft ears. Bailey panted and thumped her tail against the floor, always eager for more attention.Bailey's Cake by Leonca
Susan thought about her while she greased the cake tin. Ten was a big year for a dog, especially one of Bailey's size. She had been such a good friend for all their years together, it was hard to imagine that someday soon they would be parted prematurely. She couldn't ignore the ever-thickening sprinkling of white hairs that graced the dog's dark muzzle.
No, this is too depressing, she told herself, think of something else. Anything else.
The cake. If she could just focus on that it would drive all those unwanted thoughts away. She looked at the dog bir
WardogI can't let him see that I'm scared. I have to be a good boy and he doesn't like it when I'm scared. Look at my tail wagging, Mr. Vance. I'm happy to be here.Wardog by Leonca
"Getting excited, are we? Go on then. Help them out with a little distraction."
Oh no, he wants me to go closer to all those guns. Be a good boy be a good boy.
So loud. They're all yelling and shooting and it's hurting my ears and wish it would stop. I can feel my heart beating faster. I don't like that. Stay in the shadows stay in the shadows.
I can smell them. Five different people. Men. Sweat, gunpowder, blood.
Be a monster.
Their eyes can't see in the dark. I'm safe as long as I keep moving. They'll shoot at the spot the noise came from but I won't be there anymore so I'm safe.
"¿Qué es eso?"
"¡Sonaba como el diablo!"
That was close. Be careful be careful. I'm scared but they are too and that means that they won't shoot as well so I'm safe.
Go to the window go to the window. Be scared of my voice. G
Postapocalyptic LunchOn such a beautiful, cool fall day there was no reason for the streets to be abandoned. Children should fill the little courtyard with their games and laughter as cars passed slowly by and the neighborhood went about its daily business. Instead the sole signs of human activity were the flowerbeds full of bright yellow tulips, domesticated plants left over from a time when there were people around to appreciate them. The eyes that fell on them were few and far between now.Postapocalyptic Lunch by Leonca
The latest set belonged to a dark-skinned girl, her slight frame hidden beneath tattered clothing. She entered the courtyard cautiously, ears constantly pricked for any sound of unwanted company. Zombies may be comically slow, but get a hoard together and they could very well ruin your day.
The girl stopped at a fountain in the middle of the courtyard. It had been left dry and unattended, but surrounded by the yellow flowers it resembled a stone shrine. She withdrew a tiny figurine from her pocket and placed it on the
From Hell - SolitaryThe light was always sparse in Bedlam. Concrete walls with barred windows tolerated little sun in the already gloomy atmosphere. But in the solitary confinement cells, patients had not even the courtesy of a hole in the wall. The only light available to cast the eerie shadows over the maniacs through the cell bars came from the tiny candle held comfortably in the fingers of Dr. Adam Younge.From Hell - Solitary by Defy-Not-The-Heart
Being met with outstretched hands and senseless babbling in an imaginary tongue was surprisingly uneventful for the good doctor. When one works in such an environment, one must become desensitized. Especially if one particularly enjoys one's line of work. And Dr. Younge did so love his work! And tonight he was visiting his favorite pet project.
"Good evening, Mr. Mihail," he greeted with a cheerful, soothing voice. "How are we this lovely day?"
There was no answer at first. The only indication that the cell was inhabited was the dark shadow of a figure slumped over in the dingy corner. As Acheros pe
The Night Is WaitingThe Night Is Waiting by fallenidle
The true darkness! Professor Leary bellowed, pointer quaking. This is what I hope to uncover.
Its been done, Dale. No ones interested in the psychoanalytical ramblings about the Goth cretins that hang out on M street.
Dale Leary whirled and squinted down at his colleague as the last of the dejected sentence echoed off the auditorium walls. Frank Adler hitched his ankle up onto his knee, a sarcastic angle to his head.
That, dear Professor, is not what I refer to, Leary snapped, stalking away from the makeshift slide show he had prepared. You and I and every other academic know the difference between that and what I will seek to find. Im not speaking merely of psychological answers. I plan to incorporate the full scope of the human experience. Anthropological, theological, evolutionary biology and sociological aspects as a whole, as eyewitnesses coming together t
those devilish pair"straighten up and listen man,those devilish pair by poet-unknown
we've got to think, we've got to plan.
If we are to make money from those dead
We've got to think and your our head"
"I agree, and she and she,
but what do you propose to thee?"
"we lure them in with beer and bread,
then smother them until their dead,
then off we go to dear old Knox
We'll creep around like a fox"
"but who shall be our awful deed,
who shall fill our killing need?"
"anyone dear master hare,
it wont matter once their there.
A pound an ounce for their flesh
Nothing pacific as long as their fresh"
"all agree and all agreed
Lets make them bleed,
lets make them bleed"
the two plotted all through the night
Those devilish pair
The ones they call
William burke and hare.
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10 Things About Me
1. I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome when I was around 14 years old. When I was a child my parents had to teach me that it was normal to look at people when I talked to them.
3. My name has appeared in the credits section of a book as a research assistant.
4. When I get hurt and surprised at the same time I tend to make dog-like yelping sounds.
5. I can imitate the sounds cats make with enough accuracy to get them to change their behavior after hearing it. I can kind of do a wolf howl and a tiger mating call, but am no good at imitating dog sounds.
6. When our last family dog did not recover from being paralyzed, I took her to work, assisted the vet in putting her to sleep, and put her in the freezer where she waited for cremation. I was able to tell from a young age that I would be able to do things like this without being too upset by it.
7. My favorite animals are leopards, saber-toothed cats, and domestic cats, but I have more fun drawing canines like dogs and wolves.
8. One of my biggest guilty pleasures is fart jokes. It is so juvenile but I just can’t help it.
9. I once survived with no broken bones when a cow knocked over a table onto my foot with its butt.
10. When I was 5 years old I got in trouble for rubbing ashes all over myself so I could pretend I was a wolf.
1-Did you ever have a song stuck in your brain despite you didn't even like it? Which song was it?
Sometimes when my brother listened to rap songs with gross lyrics those would get stuck in my head.
2-If you were to live within a fandom, which would it be? How would you develop in it?
I don’t know. Maybe Grimm? Might be cool to be one of those jaguar people they had a few episodes ago, minus the gang wars.
This changes all the time. For now I’ll go with Kung Fu Hustle.
3-A book/s you really enjoyed!
One that I recently read and loved was Mary G. Thompson’s Wuftoom, a story about a boy who unwillingly transforms and must join a society of worm-like beings. It gets unsettling at times, but the world-building of this hidden ecosystem living in the sewers was amazing.
4-That tv series you couldn't do without?
My favorite right now is Grimm. Again, great world-building. I love trying to guess which creature or folk-tale they chose before they reveal it.
5-The weirdest thing a friend ever told you was?...
Does my sister count? She likes to walk up to people and say “HI!!!” several times in a row.
6-Have you ever found yourself liking a villain more than a hero in a plot?...If so, Who was it?
I did in Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein. I found Frankenstein’s monster fascinating, and wondered what would have happened if his creator had treated him more kindly.
7-A wild dream/hope you had as a kid and now you can't even tell why you even thought of that?...
When I was really young I thought having a horse for a pet would be fun. I don’t think I was made to get along with horses. I just don’t get them.
8-Te strangest dream you had, in few words.
There was a man who had a TV show where he would just do really disturbing things, like jab a sharpened straw up his nose so could use the other end to drink his own blood.
9-If you had to choose an element to identify with (earth, water, air, fire) which would it be?
Earth. I don’t change very fast and like to keep my feet on the ground.
10-If you were a shapeshifter, what you'd choose to turn into?
Maybe a wolf or a leopard. It would also be fun to become a wendigo like my Prankster, minus the agony of the Hunger. I’d have all the strengths of a werewolf without drawing so much attention to myself, and being immune to cold would be neat.
Questions for anyone who feels like answering
1. Horses: fun, scary, or meh?
2. What is your favorite color of dog?
3. Would you prefer living in the arctic or the desert?
4. Have you ever been to Sea World, and if so did you enjoy it?
5. If a black cat crosses your path, it means…?
6. What is the weirdest TV show you have ever seen?
7. What is the weirdest or most annoying movie you have ever seen?
8. If you celebrate Halloween, what is the best costume you have ever worn?
9. Have you ever met an interesting character in a dream that you wish you could meet in real life?
10. If you had a chance to get your picture taken with a tiger that was sedated for tourists, would you?
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Victory Keep: Chapter 1Edgar stepped into a clearing and found a centaur suckling her child. He threw his hands over his eyes.
'I am terribly sorry, madam!'
'It's all right.'
Her tone was scornful, but with better things to worry about, Edgar did not take it to heart. He uncovered his eyes. She was feeding the child like a mare, not a woman, so he felt no need for embarrassment. He stooped down a little, trying to determine the gender of the young one. As with foals, it was easy enough to tell.
'What a delightful little boy,' he said.
The mother smiled. 'Thank you.'
'Do you mind if I sit down here for a few minutes?'
'I am very tired.'
The centaur made no reply. She stood with arms folded and her back legs slightly apart, gazing out into the forest. Edgar was disappointed. The significance of the situation had not escaped him, and he hoped she would talk to him.
The first thing to do was find somewhere to
The Monster in the TrailerHidden among a jungle of brick, deep along a trail of stone lays a monster in a building with wheels that have never moved. This building is frequented by hundreds of daring visitors all trying to get their moment with the monster. The daring visitors cringe at their forced daily meetings, they hate his gripping tasks, and fight against his deadly ventures. But there he still dwells, waiting, plotting, and thriving for people like me.
It wasn't until the sweltering summer of 2004 that he first cast his red eyes among me. I glared at his balding head, his white teeth, and his crooked smile afraid. I had failed the challenges of the winter and spring and was forced into a meeting with the beast. They said it was to be redeemed, they said it was for my own good but I knew better, no, I thought I knew better.
Twenty-six other victims met him on that sweltering day twenty-six others who couldn't
The Bad SpringerThe Bad Springer
My species is probably best known for being very orderly. Springers, in general, follow rules very well and are somewhat OCD. Most of our professions generally end up falling under soldier, lawmen, or something similar. The origin planet for Springers, Secco, isn't exactly the friendliest place in the world, what with the Morlichs and the twenty foot sandwurms. So with that, Springers are a tough, quick, and moralistic species in the universe.
I guess that makes me the worst Springer in existence.
To be honest, most of it can be chalked up to the fact that I wasn't even born on Secco. I was born on Zarok, a moon base far from the galaxy Secco rested in. Originally it had no atmosphere, but twenty years of complex machines pouring steam and oxygen into the atmosphere had made it livable.
Then one hundred years of peace made it a tourist hotspot.
A sudden thirty yea
Morning TeaMorning Tea.
Sunlight streamed in through the high windows making up three of the sunroom walls. The midmorning light had brought the flowers out; they had opened fully in pastel shades of blue, purple, pink, pure white and soft yellow. With a mothering smile she sat the small watering can down and went into the kitchen to lay out shortbread biscuits on ornate plates and prepare the tea.
That done, Dotti went to her room at the far end of the narrow hallway. She changed into nice dress, pale purple with clean white lace along the hem and bust, and patterned white stockings. Carefully she ran a brush through her hair and sprayed on some product, gently teasing it into place and adding volume with her hand. She had time to check her makeup before there was a knock at the door. Quickly, she selected a pair of shoes from the bottom of the wardrobe and went to answer it.
Smiling, she pulled it open and greeted her visitor. "Please, do come in."
Stepping back, she allowed th
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