Werewriters

*We are treated to a flashback scene, we see Shadow standing still, his body slowly being consumed by the metal virus* *He looks up at the sky, tears fall from his eyes, he manages to put a slight smile on his face* Shadow: Good luck, Kylie.. *We then hear what sounds like cries of desperation, we then see Rouge in the air, holding Kylie in her arms as she desperately to break out of the bat's grasp* Kylie: Rouge get off me! Please let me go!! Rouge: K-Kylie stop, you can't do anything! Kylie: No..! Let go of me! Shadow! SHADOW!! OH NO!! *Kylie tries with all her might to break free, still hoping she could save her brother, but Rouge just kept tightening her grip on the distressed brunette* *She screams in pain and devastation* Kylie: Shadow! Shadow!! Oh gosh..!! *She chokes up, but manages to let out one last desperate plea* Kylie: SHADOW!!! *Everything suddenly fades to black* *We see Kylie's eyes shoot open, before instantly sitting up* Kylie: Shadow!! *She breathes

The sky was a clear and crisp light blue with the morning sun shining on a gloriously pristine day as Vincent drove through the countryside. Traveling to the home of his girlfriend, he was eager to see Mellow again after receiving confirmation from her text that she was open to him visiting. He played out the scene of her jubilant reaction upon seeing his considerate gift multiple times in his head as he looked forward to showing her the necklace, a gift he sincerely hoped would raise her spirits enough to help take her mind off the rough times she had been going through, even if just temporarily. After driving through the city to the other end of the county, he eventually reached the small home that sat in a spaced-out suburb with a few yards of property separating each individual house through either wooden or chain link fencing. Mellow’s home was a modest, two bedroom structure that did not hide its age from when it was built during the late seventies, and while an

Spring is a time of rejuvenation. It’s a time for rebirth and warmth as the chills of winter retreat until autumn. It was also the beginning of Ennis’ favorite and least favorite time of year. While warmer weather meant he could work with less restricting clothing in the railyard during the days and nights, it was also absolute hell on his sinuses, which left him begging for death whenever the pollen attacked. Despite his nemesis of pollen, he still worked full force every day. He was the railyard company’s greatest asset. Just a few inches short of being eight feet tall, the cream-colored dragon was seemingly as wide as a bus and had enough power in one claw to make a trash compactor shit itself. If he wanted to work nude, no one dared say a thing to him. They figured, “Hey, it beats relying on a dirty, loud machine, let him be.” Every morning, he’d arrive at about 9 AM, or at 8 PM if he was working the night shift. He’d walk up to the nearest stationary

You meet a lovely woman one day at a familiar place. You become fast friends and soon decide to go on a date. But the truth comes out when the moonlight reveals her altered state, crossing feminine and bestial, a lycanthropic fate. Would you stay with her? Despite her lupine look, her mind remains human, and she pleads to you to that her heart is unchanged. But a werewolf does not mingle with fellow man, and her presence risks chaos from the deranged. Would you be with her? She assures you that she is trained and in control. She believes she will bring no harm to man or creature. But she cannot deny her nature, her shewolf soul. Protector and predator, instinct surges within her. Would you trust her? Her wild tendencies test the limits of your patience. She cannot suppress the mess and trouble her wolf brings about. Raiding the pantry, dirtying floors, a noisy presence, tearing up sofa, ravaging the yard, and rambunctious bouts. Would you tolerate her? You know of those who