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A Whateley Academy Tale

Ashes and Steel

by

Joe Gunnarson

 

December 14th, 2006

“Liz, I need to talk to you.”

Headmistress Carson turned to Delarose with an annoyed look. “I know that tone. Please tell me whatever this crisis is, it’s not necessary to deal with it until after we’re done with the Junior and Senior combat finals, preferably after Christmas.”

“Caitlin’s on the move, she dropped a note on my desk and said she was going off the ranch to unfuck herself.” He looked at Carson evenly. “Typical maneuver for our favorite impulse-control problem.”

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Exploring the World of Whateley Academy (Gen 0 Project)

A Good Man

by Domoviye 
Gen-0 oversight by Elrod

 

Part 2

'Whoever saves one life, it is as if he has saved the whole world.'

Talmud, Sanhedrin 37

October 27th, 1991
MCO research lab #5, Northern Michigan

Tara watched the nurse, David Wellington, nervously. He didn't look like any nurse she had ever seen, not with his face scarred as if he'd been clawed by a bear. His body was tense, and he sat okn the edge of the chair,like he was about to spring off of it. The way he watched her, barely blinking was unnerving, but she was glad he was nervous. She felt like someone was rubbing her nerves with steel wool, her fingers kept tapping out a tune on her leg, a red haze hovered at the edge of her eyes. “What did Dr. Carter want you to do?” she asked, quietly.

“I'm suppose to observe you,” he said very clearly, enunciating each word slowly and carefully. “The rage suppressant drug you were given the other day could be useful in his research. So I'll be watching you and doing regular tests every hour to ensure that there are no side affects.”

“W-what if they want me to do another experiment?” she asked, looking at her white socks that looked almost pink to her as a snarl filled her head.

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A Whateley Academy Tale

Life's but a walking shadow

by Phoenix Spiritus

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.

Macbeth, Macbeth, William Shakespeare

 

(Note - this story is a sequel to "One Woe Doth Tread Upon Another's Heel", which should be read before this story to fully understand what led up to Life's But a Walking Shadow.)

 

Sunday, June 24th 2007 - Early Afternoon
Turner Residence, Providence R.I.

Lily ran inside, plugged her phone into the charger and waited for the empty battery sign to change to a charging icon. Lily smiled and left the phone on the dining room sideboard as ran back to the garage, eager to finish helping her dad empty the trunk. With a cheerful grin she grabbed the smelly laundry bag with its week's worth of clothes, laughing at her Dad's exaggerated antics, pulling faces and pretending to cough from its smell. Lily carried the bag through to the laundry, dropping it beside the washing machine for her mom to wash later. 

With a laugh as he closed the trunk, her father smiled at Lily as she came back into the garage. "All done pumpkin," he called. "Why don't you run through and see if your mom needs a hand with Lunch? I'll just go turn on the comm systems and check in with Bill to make sure it's all still OK."

With a happy nod, Lily went back into the house. At the sound of her phone powering on, and the series of beeps telling her she had messages, she smiled and detoured to pick it up and check to see who had left her messages.

Coming out of the kitchen with a plate of sandwiches, Tabitha smiled at her daughter as she placed the food on the table. "Well aren't you the popular one?" she joked at all the message announcements her daughter's phone was making.

"They're all just Hank," Lily blushed.

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A Whateley Academy Adventure

Kayda 9: Crying for a Dream

by ElrodW

Part 1

On a night as I lay sleeping, in a dream I saw the shore of a distant land where
Promise lay in wait
And I heard the sound of voices of a million hungry souls
Now it comes to me to lead them to the gate

But I am just a man, not worthy of this plan
With a strength that's not my own,
I must rise

And I...will bear the light, (and the vision leads me onward)
That blind....men have their sight
I'd sail a thousand seas to make it so

To the Kings I gave the mission, in the hope that they would share
In the joy of setting countless captives free
But the lust for Gold and power, is luring us away
From a calling that began in purity

And 'm still just a man, not worthy of this plan
With a strength that's not my own, I must rise

Now a tempest rages in my heart, as this fever furies on
Soon these islands promise rest and hope, my answers wait beyond their shore
Dream on...

Hungry eyes are standing on the sand, they beckon us to bring the tide
Sovereign hand must hold me now, I plead with you
Be my solace and my guide... by my side

And I...will walk with you
On the shores of the land of promise
That blind... men see you too
I'd sail a thousand seas to make it so

Distant Vision
- Kansas

 


Friday, August 3, 2007 - Afternoon
Franks Family Farm, South Dakota

"I hate this!" Danny snapped at Mom and me. He was sitting in a recliner, resting a bit, as we waited for the healing brew to work its magic and whisk away the last remnants of his headache.

"It's your own fault," I chided him, perhaps a little too roughly, because Mom shot me a dirty look. "You know you have to spend time like this to keep the headaches from coming back." 'This' was the kitty-girl form of Wihinape that Mom referred to as 'slut-kitty', and to be honest, I understood why. In this form, Danny had long, tawny hair, cute little rounded mountain lion ears high on the sides of his head, cat-eyes, and a body that'd put almost any girl but Fey to shame. And a tail.

"I know," Danny groused. "But ... I don't like ... looking like this!"