Daryl and Gaines ran towards the track. Unlike the rest of the 001, the monsters had extra training. They were late. Daryl couldn’t even fathom what DS Foote would do to either of them. Gaines was literally going to be the death of him. “How could you forget that we had extra training tonight?” asked
This story is dedicated to the fuck face at Goodwill one Sunday morning… Lyndon Crallis drove his car to Goodwill because he had a small donation to give. He drove down the path to the back entrance and found a mound of boxes and garbage bags full of stuff waiting to be picked up by
Daryl awoke on his stomach, his head facing the power plant. It looked better in the darkness. Encapsulated by the night made it look more peaceful, quiet; it looked more like a comforting place, away from people, away from the world. Consciousness overcame him with pain and misery from his arms and stomach. The punch
Daryl huffed as he ran as fast as he could towards home, but he couldn’t help but be a little distracted by the buildings as he passed by. Point Pleasant, West Virginia, home of the Mothman and his… prophecies… and also the home of the annual Mothman Festival. Shop owners were busy hanging mothman streamers
The Mothman Reborn: Part 1 The clock’s hands moved slowly. Daryl Kern’s dark eyes leapt from the pages of his notebook to the white face of the clock in the front of the classroom every few seconds, hoping that by some feet of magical time travel, he would find the day to be over. But
What is your darkest wish? Ever since I was young, I had this interest in wolves. I liked to pretend I was one and howl and growl while crawling on all fours. When I got older, I became fascinated by werewolves. Being able to transform from man to wolf sounded like a really awesome ability
