Werewolves can't use their voodoo abilities when in their wolf form. So in a battle, some of them transform while the others make the earth work wonders for them.
Kareem and Kathy sail home on a small vividly inexpensive yacht. The sea is smooth and so is the morning sky. Kathy in her bikinis and a small wrapper tied over her waist walks up to the front of the boat to meet Kareem who's steering it. She holds a cup of coffee in her right hand. "Good morning babe," she greets her boyfriend with a kiss on his lips, then walks pass him to the edge of the boat, filling her eyes with it's beauty."Morning butter cup," Kareem responds. "How was your sleep?""Good," Kathy smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. "You want a substitution on that steering wheel? You've been up all night"Kareem breathes in suspense. Actually he fell asleep on duty and have now lost cause. His new task was to pretend to be en route, after all the ocean all looks the same. "Hmm.""What?" Kathy questions casually."Nothing."Kathy veers to him in one turn, "You know babe I've been thinking bout that werewolf symbol all yesterday...""It looks like something fishy is going on b
"No one trusts the government, good thing we didn't choose to become the government. Everyone trusts and loves their gods, this were much more comfortable shoes to fill. But this weird creatures, they hate us. It's too early to let this unbelievers exist amongst our disciples so we did the needful..."Brown sits in front of a steel table in a totally unkempt garage which is quite dim due to the absence of sunlight in there, only a few bulbs brighten the room. He's dressed in a coverall.Suddenly he hears a loud beep, beep, beep, beep...His elevator was descending. Brown freezes to pay more attention to the sound. He suffers of bewilderment. The thing is this is Brown's underground hideout, the elevator was only supposed to move when someone was in it, and giving the circumstances he, should be the only one who could go in it.Brown's mind immediately travels through all the people he has offended, and sadly werewolves was topping the list.As if it wasn't done, like a sick joke Brown
Centuries ago our universe breeded it's first seed, a like specie with slight resemblance and characteristics. A diverse alternative timeline that coexists alongside the regular. So, the inhabitants of this alternate timeline first labeled everything as fiction (Fic.) before their actual name comes along. Because they were found to be living in a breathing fantasy. On the other hand, one can say that there needs to be an intercourse before a breeding. To this it's fair to say that our universe was once banged, fucked raw by voodoo itself. Centuries ago before the dawn of this incident, a great number of our ancestors gave themselves fully into witchery and raw voodoo, practicing spells bigger than their knowledge, and incantations higher than their mere mortal beings. They performed sick rituals in mass that even the universe couldn't take any of it anymore, so much sin and blood on such holy grounds. And so to survive as it is, our world begat itself an offspring. Making for itself
A helicopter rampages through the air, over the beauty and richness of countryside grounds. It tears through the thick wind towards a large horse shelter that resembles a warehouse, and drops acceleration, settling down slowly on the grass field.As soon as the landing skids make contact with the ground, Jackson drops from the helicopter in his big black hoodie and bounces towards the horse shelter in gangster pride. His crew of five accompany him each in their uniforms; black hoodies.The Man, a gentle white man in his sixties, fashioned in a long black coat and a cowboy hat, stands at the entrance of the warehouse watching them with his fingers pushing towards each other in impatientness."Jackson. Oh, Jackson, bringing you on board is beginning to appeal to me as a big mistake," The Man spits out words in his Texan accent as Jackson nears him. He gets into his face but unaggressively, "What're you doing? You think getting the government on us is a good idea? Oh, and what about the
"Water," a philosopher's voice narrates from a big Bluetooth speaker that takes the shape of a cube, "though seen otherwise by most, is a living thing in it's own rights. Living, in a sense that it exhibits all our predominant characters. What can arguments work out in this case? Or how many characteristics should a living thing actively display.For one, living things grow, thus water grows too. Or how else do small ponds get filled? Or earth shrink to offer the ocean a bigger dwelling space? Living things move, surely water does too. If you oppose, jump into a river and watch it drive you crazy like the madness of love.Living things adapt to environmental conditions. Watch the flow of water as it curves to dodge hills, and yet progressing still, continuously, nonstop. Or feel it as it lies on hot or cold grounds, then tell me its temperature.Living things feed, yeah water does too. Though it being a cannibal, feeds of its own kinds. For how else does it grow?Living things respir
"If life was easier then as men they'd have enough time to explore and discover, hence finding out our secrets and breaking the wings of our leadership. So we made the world into a jungle, a fight for survival.No asset is truly yours, no business is permanently under you. Every company or whatever generates profit for a person is like a kingdom, and anyone who desires to would overthrow you in the blink of an eye.We made life an online multiplayer video game, and all of Earth a...""Brown," Robert enters the room and finds his son reading a scroll on his bed.Brown hurries to hide it under the bedsheet and walks up to him in bold rage, "Why would you come into my room!" Brown pauses, "Without knocking!" He yells."What're you reading?" Robert throws a question at Brown instead."Ancient erotic novels," Brown throws his arms apart. "What do you want?"Robert makes his way to the bed while Brown holds his peace, watching and hoping that he doesn't find the scrolls he had stolen.Rober
Thud! Thud! Thud! Palo's feets knock against the floor as he bounces to the middle of the red zone in majestic steps and ice-cool calmness. "Relax guys. You don't want to hurt this people," Palo preaches to his men and then turns to Jackson wearing a grin, "They put food on all our tables." He scoffs and walks closer to Jackson, pushing his own forehead against his gun muzzle. "That doesn't mean you should ever disrespect me, Jackson!" His voice suddenly swifts to show rage.In a sudden shift of moods, Palo begins to laugh again, nonstop. In the fifth second Jackson chuckles, coldly though.In that moment, confusion quickly establishes its throne amongst everyone in the room, as they stand their ground wondering whether to drop their guns low or hold strong.Still in the joyfulness of the moment, Palo gives Jake a handshake and then a quick buddy hug.At this point the answer is pretty obvious, the men drop low their weapons and rather choose to observe in alert."Like always, your m
At the other side of the countryside, six quad bikes ride towards the horse shelter in good speed. In the following minutes, they ride into it and pack their bikes at one side of the wooden house."Is The Man inside?" Jackson questions one of the staffs who's combing a brown horse."I think he is."He and the crew bounce towards the underground elevator except for Jake who sits still on his bike in his disguise wearing a sad face full of regrets and retrospect.He just watched a couple die right in front of him and didn't do nothing. He ain't suppose to just watch a couple die right in front of him. "I'm a cop goddammit," Jake murmurs to himself in sharp anger."What was that?" Bravo questions him with eyes staring directly into his."Nothing," Jake replies briefly. "You didn't go with the crew?""I came to get you. C'mon," Bravo bounces towards the elevator.Jake stands up reluctantly and follows him. At this point it's beginning to dawn to him that this is the sacrifice he needs to