Whateley Independent Fiction
Whateley Independent Fiction (WhatIF)
It's a Matter of Death and Life
by Camospam, editing by Wendy K,
Cameron opened his eyes and took in the early morning light, the suns first rays streamed through tall windows basking the room in brilliant colours. Outside the windows stood trees whose trunks framed a rugged mountain with snow dappled slopes leading to a sharp peak. Still with his head resting on the pillow he saw a white dress haphazardly strewn across a chair while another chair had a red uniform neatly folded upon it. A lithe arm was draped over his ribs with its hand intertwined with his own, the ring on the dainty finger caught the sunbeams the reflected light twinkled like stars on the ceiling.
He felt himself being pulled into a gentle squeeze and the delightful press of lips on his neck: “Good morning love” was whispered into his ear like a caress.
“Good morning Mrs. Burke” he whispered in response while pressing the intertwined hands against his heart.
It's a Matter of Death and Life
Tuesday, September 25, 2007. Whateley Academy: Schuster Hall
Elizabeth Carson’s face almost touched the muzzle opposing her, she felt the hot breath being exhaled in bursts as it washed over her nose, her vision was blocked by the nearness of the snout prominent on a wide furred face; the blackest black nose indented by flared nostrils met bristle ends of short fur running up the bears face. The beasts eyes where big and menacing, Mrs. Carson was checking those dark pits in hopes of seeing something of the girl: Elaine. Some indicator of the intelligence, compassion, any hint of the humanity that the teacher had come to love about the student. She found nothing; and that thought scared her most.
It's a Matter of Death and Life
Sequel to "A Matter of Fact"
Friday: September 24, 2007; Whateley Academy: The Quad
A rising sun is normally an indicator of mornings arrival, unless you’re talking about teenagers; who honestly are completely oblivious. In fact most parents believe that an alarm clock needs to have the most obnoxious noise imaginable set at maximum volume to even begin to be effective at wakening a sleeping teen, that or any Brass Monkey tune will suffice.
However, the insistent tapping of a truncheon against Cameron’s foot did manage to get the boy’s attention, the act of raising his eyebrows dragged open a single eyelid which revealed a uniformed man standing above him.
Light's Promise (Part 6)
Chapter 21 - Aleppo
Fred hit a ramp that veered off to the right and the helicopter swung around to be seen clearly from the passenger window.
“Hey, the chopper is the other way!” I said more shrilly than intended.
Derek snorted. “Fourteen kilometers of proper highway versus eleven through the Old Quarter and possible crowds? Chill. Fred knows what he’s doing.”
Light's Promise (Part 5)
Chapter 17 - Song
It wasn’t working.
Trying to infuse the book with more energy just caused the pages to flake more quickly and fall away. The hills surrounding the lake rumbled and cracked, colorless fractal lines spreading outward.
Light's Promise (Part 4)
Chapter 13 - Beacon
Tsáyidiel knelt upon the stone with two sets of dark wings covering an otherwise bare and human back. The air was warm, and the bright sunless sky stretched above with fluffy clouds hinting at towers and walls. The grass tickling bare toes was the first indication that my attire had changed.
One look and it was decided that if the subconscious had chosen this outfit, me and her were going to have a chat. At length.
Light's Promise (Part 3)
Chapter 8 - Memories
Once the stomach agreed to at least a temporary truce, I’d gone back to the hospital to sit with Danielle. Now that I knew her spirit wasn’t there all I could sense was the hollow absence. Her body lay in the bed, heart pumping and lungs moving, but it was empty like a still life painting where the fruit bowl’s contents had been cruelly ripped from the canvas. What was left was only a blank outline of where Danielle’s spirit should have been.
It was wrong. So very wrong.
Light's Promise (Part 2)
Chapter 4 - Price
“Jordan, perhaps you can elucidate to the class how the emergence of powered individuals has disturbed the foundation and premise of the law and structure of the United States?”
Rabbi Kirov was picking on me again. When I had picked up my schedule I’d discovered he had wedged his own class onto the list: The Ethics of Super-powered Beings. Now we were at the end of the second week and he already had established to everyone that I was some sort of teacher’s pet. He kept selecting me non-stop to answer questions or to reiterate the passages in the assigned reading texts. It had gotten out of hand, and I was so going to yell at him at our private magic practice session come Monday.
Light's Promise (Part 1)
Chapter 1 - Brotherhood
A cool breeze hinted at Autumn’s approach being only weeks away, although the direct sun had yet to relinquish its warm grip on Summer. The campus had been busy with the rush of vans and cars signaling the arrival of students both new and returning in a frenetic dance of luggage, computers, personal accessories, and even a few fancy stereo systems. By now almost all had moved into their respective cottages and gone through the required orientations for the upcoming school year. I say ‘almost’ because we were missing one very important student.
My niece, Danielle, had yet to arrive.
Xanadu 1: Challenges and Changes
They stared at themself in the mirror, turning their head this way and that, looking at their body critically. Still smooth. Still undefined. Muscular, but that was a side effect of their hobbies and not the invasion of adulthood. Face still soft, hair a little longer than they liked on some days but androgynous. They swallowed as their imagination overlaid gender, driving them into a box, making this simple ease of just being impossible. For the last two years, since they’d turned nine, since the community center Sex Ed classes, they’d been growing increasingly anxious. Someday, someday soon, their body was going to start changing, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Shivering, they turned away and swiftly pulled on shorts and a sport shirt, foregoing the ugly little bra that Mom made them wear by the simple logic that under a tight sport shirt, and given that they were still flat as a board, it would go unnoticed. They slipped into their climbing shoes, threw a towel, water bottle, and their gear into their backpack, and ran down stairs.
“Bella, are you-” Mom yelled out just as they came into the living room. “There you are. Ready to go, sweetie?”
Dance of the Suzie Q Fairy
Buffalo, New York
December 11th, 1976
“I like the way you walk,” said Candice with a grin as she held the door to the music store for her friend.
“Thanks!” said Susan Queen. “But you could do it too, you know. Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!”
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 4)
Part 4 (of 4)— Have you ever wondered if the monsters have their own map that reads "Here be Humans"? Does the map you have and the road you're on take you Here, or does it leave you There?
Somewhere along the way, a couple of wayward boys find their way home.
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 3)
Part 3 (of 4)— Sometimes, the past has this way of creeping up on you. Sometimes we plan for it. Sometimes we can't. Sometimes, it's best to just cut and run.
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 2)
Part 2 (of 4)— After all, how much trouble can one sick puppy get into in the first month of classes?
Isn't most of that Security's job to handle anyway? Oh, wait...
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 1)
Tell me if you've heard this one before: Two young men walk into a Dunwich bar. The first one says to the second one there, "I hope you're having fun."
... except the first one there isn't really there yet, they're both under-age, the other one has a sacrificial knife in his gut - because, why not? - and the bar is really a hospital. Welcome to Whateley, boys. The first unit of blood's on the house!
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