Original Canon

User Rating: 0 / 5

Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive

User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

The Bear, the Bitch, and Everything

A Whateley Academy Story

By

E. E. Nalley

 

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain

With the rain in Shambala

Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame

With the rain in Shambala

Three Dog Night, The Road to Shambala

 

Prologue

August 15th, 2007

Office of Senior VP (currency exchange) Theodore Walcutt, Chase Building, New York New York

The view from the corner office of the Chase Manhattan building was spectacular. Out of two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows the financial district of New York was spread, along with the dark, serene waters of the East River flowing out into the bay and the iconic span of the Brooklyn Bridge. Inside, the office was understated luxury; dark wood paneling tastefully accented by Ansell Adams original photographs over a thick, rich carpet. The furniture were all similarly stained hardwoods, sofa, matching chairs facing the desk, each the work of a master craftsman handmade to order, done up in rich leathers taken from the finest specimens of their respective animals.

User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

A Whateley Academy Tale

Small Mercies

By Joe Gunnarson

Wednesday, December 27, Kilgore Texas

Matt Carter slid out of bed, groggily, trying to come to grips with the daylight outside. He dropped the four feet to the floor from the top bunk of his room, and wandered over to the computer and hit the power button, listening to the fans rev up on the ancient piece of computer hardware. He looked over at the empty lower bunk, meticulously made up by their mother.

Matt never touched the bunk, he refused to acknowledge the meaning of it being made up as though the owner was merely out elsewhere. Mom and Dad were deluding themselves if they thought Ryan was coming back. He hadn’t been spirited away, or possessed by the devil, like they tried to convince themselves of. Ryan had turned into a mutant and they, along with the help from Pastor Ferris had tried to kill Ryan in their delusion that the devil had taken their son and left a demon in his place.

User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

A Whateley Academy Tale

A Little R&R

By Morpheus

 

Part 1

 


Dunwich, Monday August 27th, 2007
Roulette:

Dunwich. After a long and uncomfortable flight from Portland to Boston, and then a somewhat more relaxing and comfortable, yet still long, train ride to Dunwich, New Hampshire, I had finally arrived. Well, technically, I hadn’t actually arrived at my final destination just yet, but I was close enough that I could taste it.

I stared out the window of the train, watching carefully as we pulled into the Dunwich station. Once we came to a full stop, I finally put away the books that I’d been reading for most of the journey.

The first book was one on basic magical theory. Witchling, who was something of my mentor, or at least, the woman who’d given me some basic lessons in magic, had also given me this book. I read through most of it while onboard the plane, but a lot of it seemed like stereo instructions to me. I’d grown up with devisor technology, not magic, so this was still pretty new to me.

User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

A Whateley Academy Adventure

Round and Round (Part 1)

By Morpheus

 

Minneapolis, Minnesota.  Friday, Sept 14th, 2007

I was curled up on my bed with tears running down my cheeks as my head pounded in agony.  This wasn’t a normal headache or even just a migraine, it was a super migraine.  Or worse, it was Migrainezilla.

“It’s going to be all right David,” Mom told me as she put a gentle hand on my shoulder and tried to comfort me.  “It’s going to be fine honey…”

At any other time, I would have been offended at my Mom treating me like this, as if I was some kind of a little kid who needed to be babied.  After all, I was fifteen years old, hardly a little kid anymore.  However, this ungodly pressure in my head was enough to make me grateful for any little relief I could get, even if it was only emotional.