Whateley Independent Fiction (128)
For Sandra Carter, nightmare haunts her days and the past lies ahead of her. Can the Tao and its Handmaiden shine new light on her way, or must the darkness prove stronger?
An apocryphal tale of the Whateley Workshoppers
Training teams. Is that spelled with one aneurysm, or two?
Ain't no need to go looking for trouble, when trouble already knows your name, your family's name, and if you had a dog, it'd know that one's name too.
"How much trouble are you trying to get us in this time?"
"How much trouble you got?"
"There are still mysteries worth chasing:
some by the light of the moon,
some in the change of the seasons,
some by the turn of a card,
some on the edge of a knife."
Now that everyone's been introduced around and settled in, Abbie Elliott can get down to work.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the fire meant to stay inside the forge?
Let's have a warm Whateley Welcome for a nice young lady recently arrived from Kentucky. She's sure to meet interesting people while she's here! We've got the latest in classroom technologies, books, computer systems: welcome to the 21st Century.
Where is she going with that anvil?
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 4)
Written by null0trooper
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.
More...
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 3)
Written by null0trooper
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)
Written by null0trooper
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?
Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 1)
Written by null0trooper
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 underaged, the other one has a sacrificial knife in his gut - because, why not? - and the bar is really a hospital. Welcome to Whateley, gentleman. The first unit of blood's on the house...
Four families on four converging roads to Whateley: it's not the destination as much as it is who you bring with you on your journey.
