Post by TheDarkPrince on Mar 14, 2005 13:13:38 GMT -5
Anyone who posts on the "Writers" thread will probably have seen this coming. Snakefire already knows everything about it, although she's promised not to tell anyone. This is the story I'm writing at home and, after much inner debate, I've decided to post it here. This is the prologue. It may not explain much, but this is just to get you excited so you'll read more:
Wolvesbane
Prologue
Tom Grest walked through the dark, foggy streets. He moved quickly, as he had foolishly only dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, despite the fact it was October. He was in high spirits after his night out drinking with his pals, although he wasn't looking forward to his wife's reaction when he got home at half past midnight. Tom looked up at the night sky, and couldn't help noticing the moon. It was huge, at least half as big again as normal. Tom shivered. He wasn't a superstitious man, but he couldn't help thinking that it was an omen of some sort, especially after the events of the past few weeks. He sped up, anxious to be home, wife or no wife.
About fifteen minutes later, the walk home started to get weird. Tom was beginning to get the feeling he was being watched, even though it felt childish to admit it to himself. He kept hearing - or thinking he heard - very faint, deep throated growling coming from the streets he walked past, and once or twice, he could have sworn he saw the fog ahead of him swirl, as though something had moved through it. He started walking faster, and faster, before long breaking into a jog. But still the growls stubbornly pursued him, almost like dogs on a scent. In fact, Tom realised, the sounds actually seemed to be growing clearer. Any number of things could be all around me, he thought. In the buildings, in parallel streets, even right behind me. As soon as this thought occurred, Tom broke into a sprint, not knowing or caring where he was going, only that he wanted the noises to stop.
Two streets further on, Tom collapsed into a sweating, shuddering heap. A look at the sign on the wall opposite told him that he was in Mahogany Drive. Just two more streets and he would be safe. Tom tried to get up, but his shaking legs failed to support him, and once again he fell back on o the tarmac. Trying once more, he braced himself against the wall, and this time he managed to stay on his feet. Tom set off again slowly, forcing himself to remain calm. He began counting the house numbers. Number 1, Number 3, Number 5... The growls were still there, faint but recognisable. Number 17, Number 19, Number 21... Tom vaguely realised that he was dripping with sweat, not all of it from his sudden flight five minutes ago. Number 33, Number 35, Number 37... At the alley between Number 37 and Number 39, Tom froze. There was no longer any doubt. Something was standing in that alley, just beyond his line of sight. Terrified to go on, but equally terrified to go back, Tom took a few, tentative steps into the alley. The last things Tom Grest was aware of in his life, was a dark shadow dropping down behind him, and four lines of agony being drawn across the back of his head, and then all was blackness.
END OF PROLOGUE
And that, guys and gals, is the prologue of the long awaited Wolvesbane! What do you think?
Wolvesbane
Prologue
Tom Grest walked through the dark, foggy streets. He moved quickly, as he had foolishly only dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, despite the fact it was October. He was in high spirits after his night out drinking with his pals, although he wasn't looking forward to his wife's reaction when he got home at half past midnight. Tom looked up at the night sky, and couldn't help noticing the moon. It was huge, at least half as big again as normal. Tom shivered. He wasn't a superstitious man, but he couldn't help thinking that it was an omen of some sort, especially after the events of the past few weeks. He sped up, anxious to be home, wife or no wife.
About fifteen minutes later, the walk home started to get weird. Tom was beginning to get the feeling he was being watched, even though it felt childish to admit it to himself. He kept hearing - or thinking he heard - very faint, deep throated growling coming from the streets he walked past, and once or twice, he could have sworn he saw the fog ahead of him swirl, as though something had moved through it. He started walking faster, and faster, before long breaking into a jog. But still the growls stubbornly pursued him, almost like dogs on a scent. In fact, Tom realised, the sounds actually seemed to be growing clearer. Any number of things could be all around me, he thought. In the buildings, in parallel streets, even right behind me. As soon as this thought occurred, Tom broke into a sprint, not knowing or caring where he was going, only that he wanted the noises to stop.
Two streets further on, Tom collapsed into a sweating, shuddering heap. A look at the sign on the wall opposite told him that he was in Mahogany Drive. Just two more streets and he would be safe. Tom tried to get up, but his shaking legs failed to support him, and once again he fell back on o the tarmac. Trying once more, he braced himself against the wall, and this time he managed to stay on his feet. Tom set off again slowly, forcing himself to remain calm. He began counting the house numbers. Number 1, Number 3, Number 5... The growls were still there, faint but recognisable. Number 17, Number 19, Number 21... Tom vaguely realised that he was dripping with sweat, not all of it from his sudden flight five minutes ago. Number 33, Number 35, Number 37... At the alley between Number 37 and Number 39, Tom froze. There was no longer any doubt. Something was standing in that alley, just beyond his line of sight. Terrified to go on, but equally terrified to go back, Tom took a few, tentative steps into the alley. The last things Tom Grest was aware of in his life, was a dark shadow dropping down behind him, and four lines of agony being drawn across the back of his head, and then all was blackness.
END OF PROLOGUE
And that, guys and gals, is the prologue of the long awaited Wolvesbane! What do you think?
