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  • Terrordactyl

    “Dad, are you sure this is a good idea.”  Janice shouts from the back seat of the old Escort.

    “Hey, hey.. enough shouting already.  Little car big ears remember?”  Darrin replied as he grabbed his right ear.

    “Why do you have such big ears?”  A smaller version of Janice asked.

    Tracy chuckled then swallowed hard.  She turned and faced the two young girls in the back seat.  “There is a kinder way to ask that Sarah.  You are so blunt…”

    “Hold up…” Darrin began, “…you may want to turn around.”

    Parked on the side of the road was a rusty old truck, with the hood open.  A pair of blue-jeaned legs, waist and shirt were visible but the rest of the man was out of sight.

    “Looks like he is having car trouble.”

    “You’re not going to help him are you?”  Tracy asked.

    “It’s dangerous to be out here too long.  If I can help I would like too.”

    “But Darrin… there are Pterodactyl outside.  They are always hungry and pick people up all the time.”

    “..but..” Darrin protested and slowed as they approached.

    The man stepped from the truck.  He had a full beard, orange and grey with age.  His hair was thin and his hands were dirty.  He began to flag them down.

    Darrin slowed to a stop looked behind and saw no traffic.  On the right was a row of trees and the left was a field of half-grown corn.  Above the field he could see a pair of Pterodactyl circling.  These large reptiles were at least five hundred feet away.

    “What’s going on with the truck,” Darrin asked as the older man approached.

    “Well, I lost a belt… I think.  I’ve been here all day.  Do you have a splash of water?”

    “Sure.. sure,” Darrin turns toward the back to ask the girls for a bottle of water.  The older man pulls a knife from his pocket.  With a single motion he opens the car door and wraps the knife around Darrin’s neck.  Tracy, strapped into the passenger seat, grabs the man’s hand and wrist and pulls long enough to allow Darrin to push the knife into the steering wheel.  Darrin punches the underside of the elbow causing the knife to fall to the car floor.  He then shoves the older man onto the street.

    Darrin unbuckles his seatbelt and steps outside.  He kicks the man in the gut and tries to shove him out of the way.  The man fights back and sweeps a leg causing Darrin to stumble.  Tracy unbuckles and closes the driver’s door.  She then steps out of the car.

    “Get back in the car,” Darrin shouts.

    “No, I’m going to help.”

    “I got this,” Darrin said as he grabbed the man’s legs and dragged him toward the culvert on the opposite side of the road.  The man struggled to free himself as Darrin watched Tracy from the corner of his eye.  He watched as she walked toward the back of the car.  He knew she was looking for the rifle.

    Determined to control the situation, Darrin threw the man’s legs toward the culvert and waited for the weight of his body to take him.  Tracy opened the truck and fished for the rifle.

    “My wife is going to shoot you.  Stay still and you might live.  We just want to pass.  We are heading to Ohio.  I was being nice and you just pissed that away.”

    The man lay still.  His orange-grey beard flecked with dirt.  Darrin could feel the growl before the man showed it.

    “Don’t you move,” Darrin warned.  Tracy inched closer with the rifle.  He caught sight of his children plastered to the inside of the closed car windows.  His youngest daughter had climbed into the front seat.

    “Damn,” he thought as he ran through a scenario of running and driving away.  “Tracy would have to get in plus Sarah in the way…”

    Tracy stepped forward.  The rifle sits just below her shoulder.  Her right eye zeroed in.

    “We are going to walk away,” Darrin stated as both he and Tracy stepped back.

    Darrin could hear a banging from behind him.  He tried to ignore it.  “Kids,” he thought.

    He turned to see them pointing upward.

    Circling above him were the giant predatory reptiles.  The large pointed heads and leather wings left a massive shadow that circled both cars.

    “Tracy!”

    Tracy and Darrin ran for the car.  Darrin watched as Tracy disappeared behind the car.  The old man punched him in the kidney.  The pain sent him into the side of the car.  The girls screamed.

    The fright shot up Darrin’s back.  The thought of a crazed man free to kill his children.

    The pain disappeared and Darrin turned.  He forced his right fist into the man’s jaw.  Tracy fired a shot at the same time but it missed.  Darrin opened the driver’s door as the man stumbled backward.  He sat inside, shoving Sarah into the center of the seat.  Her small leg pinned underneath him.  Tracy placed the rifle onto the back seat and sat in the passenger seat.  She wrestled with Sarah’s legs as Darrin tried to put the car in gear and sit up at the same time.  The old man banged on the driver’s door, trying to bust it.  Darrin barely clears the old man’s truck when he realizes the man has a pistol.  He used it to bang on the window but now he is standing alone behind the Escort.  His front foot set and the pistol pointed at them.

    “Get your heads down!”  Darrin yelled.

    Tense and ready for the explosion Darrin drove around the truck with his head down as much as possible.  A large shadow hovered over him for moments then disappeared.  The explosion of gunfire never stuck the fragile glass of the Escort.  Darrin looked into the rearview mirror to see the thin leather back of a Pterodactyl pecking away at something lying in the road.  He slowed the car then turn to get a better look.  The two girls followed his lead and squealed in disgust.

  • Ducky on Planet Du

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    I need comments on this one.

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  • Teraphobia- The Harkin

    Teraphobia- The Harkin

    Featured Story

    The Western Territory of Teraphobia is the largest territory. It’s populated with the largest creatures. Despite the persistent danger the Western Territory remains the closest to well adjusted after the invasion.

    The warm water from the shower massaged Tracy’s back.  The steam from the heat of the liquid filled the room but left the view within the small bathroom window.  Tracy reached for the shampoo when she saw a frightening shadow passing in front of a the church next to the house.  The creature had tall, thin legs.  It’s keratin-covered abdomen stood six foot over the asphalt.

    Tracy, unconsciously, reached for the window shelf and knocked over a bottle of shampoo.  The noise started her and she screamed.

    Tracy took in a sudden breath and held her mouth as the insect-like creature stepped from the shadow or the church.

    Tracy scooped the shower curtain to the right and stuck her head out.

    “Darrin!  There is a Harkin outside.  What are we going to do?”

    She could hear someone moving around, outside the bathroom door.  The thought, quick and terrifying, of an invasion within the house swam within her head.

    “What did you say?”  Darrin replied.

    “There is one of those Harkin bugs outside.  Where are the kids?”

    Tracy could hear her husband search the room next door.  Items fell to the ground.  He cursed, as whatever he was looking for, eluded him.

    “Darrin!  The crossbow is on the shelf next to the AR-14.”

    “Why did you move it,” came the reply.

    “Just get it.  The Harkin just stopped at our driveway.  Where are the children!”

    The horror of the situation suddenly got worse when Tracy heard her middle child scream.  The Harkin stuttered movements proved that it was surprised by the sudden noise.  It turned its arrow-shaped head to the right and began to step forward.  The driveway was covered in stones.  The Harkin struggled to stand upon the stones.  It’s thin legs pausing and stepping carefully.

    The back door slammed shut several times and  Tracy could hear the children talking.  She sighed till she saw her husband step past the window.

    Darrin was dressed in ratty shorts and a white t-shirt.  He loaded a bolt and pointed the crossbow at the Harkin.  Tracy banged on the glass.

    “You have to shoot it between the head and abs?”

    The Harkin turned toward the noise.  Darren grimaced but dutifully grinned then waved.

    Tracy watched as her husband began to approach the insect.  She banged on the shower window again as he approached.  This noise distracted the Harkin but also her husband.

    She opened the small window and waved. Darrin grumbled and refocused on the Harkin.  Tracy watched as he held the crossbow to his shoulder and zeroed in on the soft section between the plates of keratin.

    He fired but the bolt  bounced off the insects armor.  It did attract attention and the Harkin turned toward him.  Her husband skipped toward the back of the creature.  Tracy suddenly noticed he had no shoes on.

    “What an idiot,” she thought as he avoided being seen.

    She banged on the windows again drawing attention back to her.  The Harkin began to approach the house.  The grass beside the driveway would make it easier to move.

    “Darrin, you have to keep it out of the grass.”

    Her husband approached the large insect.  He was crouched and moving carefully.  The crossbow trained on the target.  The bolt flew from the weapon and struck the creature.  It didn’t scream, as you would expect, but it sighed and sank.  It’s abdomen stood three feet from the ground as Darrin loaded another bolt.  The creature began to struggle as the poison in the bolt began to work.  It was unable to free the bolt from beneath the armor.  It swung its right-front legs near the wound.  Darrin got closer and fired a second bolt into the creature.  The Harkin retched.  It tried to reach out and tear into its attacker but the poison infected it’s blood.  It’s energy level dropped every second as it was starting to die.

    Tracy suddenly heard the door open and close and knew the children had left the house to check out the creature.  She took a final look at the creature.  It sat upon the green grass beside the house.  Darrin, motioned to the children to stay away.  She then stepped from the shower, grabbed a towel and got dressed.

  • Short Story Sunday: Morning at the Vineyard

    Short Story Sunday: Morning at the Vineyard

    Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

    This is one of what I consider my top five favorites. It was first published here in 2012. Enjoy.

    Morning at the Vineyard

    A twisted tale by Juliette Kings

    Andrew didn’t remember much when the door opened with blinding light waking him from his sleep, much less the voice that said “You aren’t dead.”

    “Of course I’m not dead.” Andrew lifted himself up on his elbow and looked around at the bedroom.

    “You were so cold. We couldn’t hear your heart.” A slim woman with long slightly graying hair stood near the bed.

    “That’s what all the girls say.” No response. “That was a joke.”

    “Oh. Ha ha ha. Good one.” Uncomfortable laughing.

    There was the taste of blood in his mouth, but not his own. It must have been a Hell of a night. He looked at the woman again. She was pretty but not young, standing there in…

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  • It Came from the Living – Darkness series

    “This scrawny man hopped the train of the dead?”

    A large man stood from a circular bench.  He was larger than Angel.  His wings had gone partially gray.  You could see the older age on his face and posture.

    The other harpies tried to help him stand but he brushed them off.

    “Tell me young man.  How did you climb aboard the Spirit of the Dead?”

    Dontarious stepped forward, with a forced smile, he introduced himself.  “I was chasing my wife.  She stepped aboard the train.”

    “Is she living too.”

    “No,” Dontarius began with hesitation.  “She was murdered.”

    “…and you saw this murder?…”

    “It’s likely he participated in the murder,” shouted a younger Harpie with bright colors displayed beneath the bones of his wings.

    “Hold on, Aristotle.  We must listen first before we conclude that.”

    Dontarius swallowed hard as a bottle crashed against a wall to his right.  A burst of laughter then another crash.

    “I did not kill my wife.”

    “So you’re telling us that you just happened to see your wife’s spirit walking to the Spirit of Death and followed it?”  The younger harpie replied in disbelief.

    Dontarious dug his heels into the dirt floor.  “Yes, that’s what happened.  I followed the shimmer, that was my wife.  I saw the train.  I followed her… Rebecca… to the train car but I could not enter.  I found another car that was partially open and I slipped in.”

    The older harpie studied him as the younger ones talked amongst themselves, Angel along with them.

    Another bottle came close enough to Dontarius’s head to make him duck.

    “Hey!”  He shouted.  Can you watch where you’re throwing those things?”

    A pair of men, faces distorted and frog-like, laughed.

    “Five gold pieces if you can hit the human,” one of them croaked.

    “Ten gold piece if you can shut the hell up,” Dontarius replied loudly.  The noise from the bar disappeared as he finished.  The two frog-faced men stood up and approached.

    The harpies stopped discussing the arrival or the stranger and watched.  Dontarius prepared for a fight and it came within moments as the first frog-faced man swung and missed.  The second grabbed the first one and pushed him out of the way.  He swung and missed.  Dontarius returned with a kidney punch.  The frog-faced man sucked in and held his side.  Stepped back, took a breath and charged.

  • Yanfis – Darkness series

    The small brick and mortar building in Yanfis withstood a downpour as the rain fell hard.  Dontarious covered his face as Angel disappeared into a small building.  He followed.

    The rain was a dim fraction of the noise within this room.  It was full of creatures Dontarious could name from fantasy and mythology.  He saw a couple elves.  The ears extending over their bald, round heads, as they stood at a counter.  A long counter sat on the end of a spacious room.  On top of the counter were stacked glasses.  Behind the counter were several shelves containing glass bottles.  Behind the bar was a strange, snake-like creature that hissed when it spoke.  This creature, green and full of scales, had a pair of human arms and hands and a human-isk face.

    “Are you going to move,” someone shouted.  Dontarious turned to see the pale face and extended canines of a vampire.  The quintessential bad guy in any action fantasy he had seen once when he was still on Earth proper.

    “You can’t stand in front of the door.  Human, you’re lucky I like this place and have to be invited or you would be a crumpled mass of skin and bone by now.

    Dontarious stepped back and looked for Angel.  He found him, with his wings behind his back and pushing through the crowd of noise.  Near the left side of the room several other harpies stood talking.

    “He is the only guide I have to this world,” Dontarious told himself and pushed through the crowd of colorful creatures.

    “Ah, here he is!”  Angel shouted as Dontarious approached.

    “You are hanging with a human, Angel… disgusting,” this harpy wore a Cincinnati Reds baseball can over platinum blond hair.  He looked to be nineteen years old or younger.  His wings were smaller than the rest.

    “Angel, we don’t want him around here.”

    “Wait,” Angel said addressing the largest of the harpies.  An older looking birdman with greying hair and skin folded under his eyes.  “Christoff, the human can help us with the operation.  If you hear what I’m saying.”

    The older harpie stood.  He flexed his wings and shook his head violently.  “How can this small human help us?”

    Angel had an answer prepared, “he hopped the Spirit of the Dead from the world above.”

    The harpies all gasp at the same time.

  • Time for change…

    TheDarkestFairytale's avatarThe Darkest Fairytale

    Four years now, I’ve hidden in this shell,
    Now I’m coming out, I’m rising from hell,
    From all the pain, carried from being a child,
    I’m turning the page, it’s going to get wild.

    I’ll no longer hide, I’ll no longer run,
    It’s time to let myself go, and have some fun,
    Why should I be alive? And unable to live,
    I haven’t learned, what this world has to give.

    I can block it out, and I can turn the switch,
    I go from passive, to unstoppable bitch,
    All is in my control, so get out my way,
    A new girl is rising, and she’s here to stay.

    K

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  • Shadows – Darkness series

    The shadows began within a mile after stepping out of Narcissus Forest.  They would appear then disappear.  Angel seemed to be unfazed but Dontarious’s eyes darted back and forth.

    The tracks lead to the left and rose at a fifteen degrees.  Within a half mile the two were looking over the Shadowlands.

    “You said, humans built this land?”  Dontarious asked.

    Angel stopped, immediately, and turned.  “Built, no… we built this land.  You humans influenced the land with your technology magic.”

    “Technology is not magic…” Dontarious began to argue but stopped.  Angel’s face twisted.  “Legendary creatures are a bit naive,” he continued to say under his breath.

    After moments of awkward silence Dontarious stepped forward and continued to follow the tracks toward a long, wooden railroad bridge.  Below the bridge he could see a city.  The buildings were mud and brick but in the darkness of the morning he could see electric lights.

    “Electricity?”

    “Can we ask some questions in the city below?”

    Dontarious looked around but Angel had left him.  Moments later, he found him making his way down a set of stairs toward the small city.

    The rain fell hard causing the wooden steps to be a bit slick.  Angel walked expertly with his three-toed claws as Dontarious struggled.  The soles had been worn-down over time.  His earthly job involved long hours on his feet.  It didn’t help that rain had forced his feet to swim.

    For the first time he got to take a good look at this monster.  Angel’s wings spread several feet out when at rest.  Dontarious had not seen him fly yet.  Angel had long red hair draping over the thin bones that made up the wings.  He wore a dirty, white linen tied around the waist with a rope.  He was slightly taller than Dontarious at six-feet.  He looked human, as much as possible with the wings.

    “What are we walking into?”  Dontarious shouted as the rain clobbered the ground.

    “You want to find your wife,” Angel said, “then we need to figure out where that train went.  I have some friends down in Yanfis.”