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Lycan

Posted in Entertainment, Fiction, Lycan, Story, The Written Word, Writing with tags on June 21, 2016 by darkjade68

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LYCAN

by DARKJADE

MICHIGAN DETROIT, MARCH 2017

The television blares as Samual Blackmeth, journalist by trade, quickly fills up boxes in a third story apartment.

The items are random, and out of sort, as they are not his… They are his missing brothers, Edmond.

“IN TODAY’S NEWS, THE U.S. REFUSES TO AGREE TO RUSSIA’S TRADE PROPOSALS, AS TIME RUNS OUT ON MUCH OF OUR COUNTRIES DEBT TO CHINA… IN CONNECTED NEWS, IRAQ IS ON THE BRINK TO ALLYING ITSELF WITH BOTH RUSSIA, AND CHINA, WHICH WILL MAKE FOR SOME POSSIBLE STRONG ARMING FROM THE EAST”

Samual, tiring of the International News, flips the channel to another station as he continues to pack.

Samual stands around 5’10”, with a medium build, and sandy blondish brown hair. His eyes are hazel, and his bangs drape over half of his face.

He’s 29 years old.

“TEENAGE BOY BILLY NOR’S, 16 YEARS OF AGE, BODY HAS WAS FOUND IN A LOCAL JUNK YARD WHERE A SINGLE SILVER BULLET HAD BEEN PLACED IN HIS FOREHEAD… SOURCES SAY BY A LONG RANGE RIFLE. BILLY’S BODY THEN LOOKED TO BE DUMPED IN THE JUNK YARD”

With this Samual had, had enough news, and flipped off the t.v.

DOWNSTAIRS APARTMENT PARKING LOT

Samual’s white pick up truck has been filled to the brim, and is 4 to 5 feet tall as he secures the boxes in the back.

POST OFFICE

Samual, with the help of a postal worker, ships all of his brother Edmonds boxes to their mother’s address, which is also in Detroit.

“Kinda strange you didn’t just drop these off at the address?” the postal worker says with a sneer as he lifts the boxes.

Samual gazes at the postal worker without a word, then heads towards his truck, which has several duffle bags still in the back… Army green in color.

Samual listens to the radio as he heads to the Adirondack Mountains, in New York… A 10 hour drive… There he has purchased a small cabin where he plans to hide out… Or… Live.

“JOURNALIST SAMUAL BLACKMETH HAS BID DETROIT GOODBYE… A LOCAL BOY, SAMUAL LEAVES BEHIND A LOYAL FOLLOWING OF READERS WHO HAVE ALWAYS APPRECIATED HIS CANDIDNESS IN ALL THINGS JOURNALISM”

He changes the channel once more.

PICTURE CREDIT – Lycan

 

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Allure… Roy Milon’s, Raised By Wolves

Posted in Allure, Blog Series, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Writing with tags on July 22, 2012 by darkjade68

Allure… Roy Milon’s, Raised By Wolves

“You Ever Wonder How A Man Like “Roy Milon” Comes To Be? Well, Arram Does… And One Time… She Even Asked Him.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWENTY YEARS BEFORE ARRAM AND ROY MET

A LARGE FARM HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ESCALADE FORESTS

WOLF INFESTED FORESTS

A five year old, white blond haired boy plays in the dirt out by the horse stables.

His mother was inside cooking dinner, and his father was in the barn repairing one of his tools… When it happened.

Now the wolves in the Escalade Forest, for the most part, didn’t come onto the farmer’s land… Partially to do with the huge wolf traps he set all around the edges of the farm… Partly to do with the huge shotgun he kept leaning against his bedside at night.

But on this strange day… In the middle of broad daylight… A very unusual light grey wolf made its way onto the property… It was wounded, and dragged its wounded self towards the young Roy Milon.

Now Roy, being a very imaginative boy, didn’t notice at first…

But once the wolf reached about 15 feet away, that’s when he looked up and saw it standing there, staring directly at him.

“ROY!!!’ suddenly the frantic voice of his mother screamed from the house, and his father came running out of the barn holding a pitchfork.

Roy and the wolf sat there for many moments just staring at one another.

“ROY!! JUST!! DON’T!! MOVE!!” yelled his father as he slowly made his way towards them with the pitchfork… But he was some 150 feet away.

And that’s when the wolf whimpered, and fell over…

ARFFF!

Roy’s father and mother quickly ran over, and his father handed her Roy.

“Take the boy inside!!” he demanded as he prepared to make sure it was dead with his pitchfork…

“No Father…” Roy’s little voice spoke back at him.

His father looked back at them “Take the boy inside!!” and the mother started to hurry inside.

But when the father looked back, there was no longer a wolf laying there…

It was a man.

LATER THAT NIGHT

IN A GUEST BEDROOM

The man is sleeping, as Roy’s father stands in the doorway, and lights a pipe.

The wife then appears next to him.

“How can this be Bill… How can a wolf, turn into a man??” she questions.

“I don’t know Martha… I just don’t know” he replied.

The two of them then left, and Roy’s father bolted the door shut.

LATE THAT NIGHT

Little Roy laid wide awake in his bed…

While the wolves in the forest all seem to be howling together…

HOWWWLLL!!!

Little Roy jumped out of bed, and went over to his window, where he could see hundreds of wolves just pacing around the edges of the farm.

Up in the sky was the blaring full moon, lighting up the valley.

And that’s when his father appeared holding that old shot gun…

“Roy… Get down in the basement with your mother” he spoke, and Roy toar out of the room.

But as he passed by the bolted door of the guest room, he thought he heard a noise inside… And so put his ear up against the door.

From inside the door he could hear just one word… “Run…”

With this his eyes widened, and he ran down the stairs and joined his mother in the basement.

Moments later, he and his mother heard a large crash.

CRASHHH!!

As if someone had torn the door of the guest room right off the hinges.

And then two shots.

BANGG! BANGG!

Followed by a scream…

AHHHH!!!

It sounded like his father.

And finally a great howl from within the house.

HOWWLLLL!!!

“BILL!!!” his mother screamed, then ran up the stairs of the basement, but just as she did the basement door toar open slamming his mother up against the inside wall…

She then tumbled down the stairs, her arms and neck broken.

Roy huddled in the corner of the basement, grasping at the dirt and gravel on the ground.

He could see him… The Wolf Man standing in the doorway…

It’s great glowing yellow eyes staring right at Roy.

HOWLLL!!” but his brethren wolves called from the forest, and so the wolf man fled.

Roy was left alone for weeks on that farm… The bodies of his dead parents in the house, he slept out in the barn… And every night the wolves lined the outskirts of the farm, Howling… But never entering the farm.

From that day forward… Roy swore to avenge his father and mother, and kill every unnatural being that walked this earth… Along the way, he’s seen plenty of “unnatural” creatures, but he has yet to find that werewolf.

DarkJade-

PICTURE CREDIT – Creatures From Hell

Part One – Daisy Arram

Part Two – No Invitation Needed

Part Three – Uncle Tom

Part Four – The Night Will Come

Part Five – Tall… Light… And Armed

Part Six – Cold Night

Part Seven – Guests With No Breath

Part Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire

Part Nine – The Escape

Part Ten – Too Late

Part Eleven – The Wounded

Part Twelve – The Hunt

Part Thirteen – Thomas

Part Fourteen – The Truth

Part Fifteen – Victoria

Part Sixteen – 17

Part Seventeen – Unholy Alliance

Part XVIII – Tough Times

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Something Wicked This Way Comes – Halloween

Posted in Childhood, Holiday with tags , , , , , on September 24, 2011 by darkjade68

By The Pricking of my Thumb, Something Wicked This Way Comes…

Sadly, that was the Best Picture of a Jack O Lantern I could find… I like mine much better. When I would do Jack O Lanterns for Halloween it would look a bit more… Shall we say, Soul Hungry, lol. You know the type, Evil Grin, lots of Sharp Teeth. Also, I would put one of those Mexican Restaurant Candles Surrounded by Red Glass, inside, so the Light would Glow Red. It’s been a few years since I carved one I think. I have to admit I thought of doing this Post on Halloween as a way to Waylay myself from doing one on Christmas, lol. My Favorite Holiday. But it’s a bit early for that. Besides, Halloween is a Kick A#$! Holiday.

When I was Young my Brother and I lived with my Mom in a lovely Canyon Nook/Valley, and she would drive us around 2 or 3 Miles an Hour, and we’d sit on the Hood of her Big Chevy Nova. Our friends would sit in the Trunk of the Car, which was left wide open. On occasion one of our friends would have to sit inside the car with my Mom, because his parents wouldn’t permit him on the Car. But Mom was very very careful, and drove very slow. I remember this one house we’d go to that created a Maze that you’d go in that lead to a Jacuzzi that they’d turned into a Giant Cauldron, with Floating Rubber Heads in it etc., and the Owner of the House was Dressed Like a Witch stirring it.

Very Cool. I think they gave out Carmel Apples, something that went away on Halloween sadly, due to Sick People putting Razor Blades in them. Fricken just about Ruined Halloween for us. Yes there was the occasional Egger out there, but I don’t think I ever got hit. The other cool thing we’d do with our friends was when we’d get home with our Pillow Case full of Candy, we’d play Poker for Candy, lol.

My Favorites were Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Snickers and Three Musketeers. I don’t care for Three Musketeers anymore, but I love love love Baby Ruths, lol. Sadly as Parents began to fear for their Children, Trick or Treating slowly Evolved to people going to Track Homes, as opposed to Remote Canyon Areas. And Beyond that, people started to go to Malls to Trick or Treat. This was beyond my Time, but I was still saddened by it.

But Beyond Trick or Treating and Candy, Halloween Largely means one thing… Monsters

Dracula for one. That Fly By Night, Blood Sucking, Woman Seducing Gentleman of the Night. Not to be confused with the Glittering Vampires of now

Though I do admit, I did like the very first “Twilight”. I don’t remember the 2nd, and I’m not sure if I saw the Third. But Pdy Pretty Much Covered that here Simple Observations – Vampires.

And Werewolves.

I remember this one time I went with my Girlfriend at the times Nieces School Halloween thing. I decided to throw on my Long Black Navy Pea Coat, and this Bitchen Silver/Grey Werewolf Mask. I walked around, 6″ Tall, looking down on all the Kids, my hands in my Pockets not making a sound. And if ever I noticed a particular Kid Glaring at me for more than say 5 Seconds, I’d quickly look at them and Growl, lol. Scared the Sh$#! out of em. All in the Spirit of Halloween Fun, right. Once again, not to be confused with the Buff Shirtless Werewolves of now

Pdy Covered that as well with Simple Observations – Werewolves

Then there’s

And..

The Witch. Probably the most Famously Associated with Halloween. It reminds me of one of my Sister’s Impression of Witch Hazel from Bugs Bunny

She used to talk about “Paul… My Pet Tarantula”, a line from one with her in it, though I wasn’t able to find that actual Episode.

As Time went on Freddy

was often associated with Halloween and

Jason sadly. And Michael

Though the Original Halloween was quite scary. Think I’ll go ahead and remove those last three images from my Hard Drive right now. Ok, gone. And later…

Jack, from Tim Burton’s “Nightmare Before Christmas”. I didn’t actually like that film when I first saw it in the Theater. But now I think it’s great. Part of that may be that it has a bit of Christmas in it, hee hee.

These days, I don’t really go to Halloween Party’s, though I’ve been to Several, and no Kids show up for Candy, though I always have a Full Bowl wherever I am. But I still think Halloween is a Great Holiday. The Spirit of it that I adopted as a youth, has never left me, and some part of me always hopes that a Kid or Three will show up at my Door.

Oh, I almost forgot my Favorite, Sleepy Hallow

If I forget to say it at the time, Happy Halloween.

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