Craftyshade

The long wait is finally over! Sorry about that, guys! This chapter is dedicated to my fantastic, wondrous friend Jessica for being awesome and also as an apology, because I “volunteer” her to read my stories (Yeah, I’m sorry) and somehow she always does.  I also tend to tell her what happens in this story long before I’ve written it down, so thanks for being my volunteered writing-psychiatrist (Sorry about that too). Big thanks to you and I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! And of course, let’s not forget all the people out there who’ve been giving me feedback on this and

I stumble backwards as the egg cracks apart. It is not silent – the noise is in fact rather significant, somewhat resembling the sound made by breaking ice blocks. The formerly quite smooth surface of the egg breaks into dozens of pieces above and just behind her head, opening the way for the peculiar, blood-red goop held within, all in a matter of seconds. This was definitely not anywhere within my range of plans. Oddly uncomfortable with coming in contact with the egg-sludge, I find myself backing away. My eyes watch -half in surprise, half in morbid fascination- as it flows down, covering the human’s burning face and muffling

I am a loose cannon. I did not even mean to do it. The human triggered the alarm, sound was suddenly everywhere, and I just sort of... reacted. Before I even knew it, my kill count was abruptly one corpse larger. The one I was when I hatched would have been horrified at what I am doing. The strangest thing is, I do not even feel bad for it. That man was not threatening me, not really, yet I still killed him in cold blood. The alarm may have been a threat, but it was already activated, and remains so even now. Killing the human could just as well have been avoided. It is beyond suspicion at this point – Marcie never would have felt like

Hiya there, reader. If you haven't read the previous two parts, make sure to do so (otherwise you won't understand a thing). Anyway, enjoy reading! Aaaand btw, this chapter is dedicated to my friend Lea (because she always wanted to have her name in the dedication section of a book or chapter, so here goes) // Part 3: The Trade Thump... thud.... thump. Dean’s heart was pounding and hammering wildly inside his chest, but to him it felt like a distant and weak throb. Some odd feeling told him that he was hurt badly. Hell, maybe he was even bleeding out. For all he knew and felt, he could also be dying. Dean wheezed and his lungs filled

The space outside is a corridor. Fairly straight, its walls and ceiling are painted in a kind of muted, muddy orange color. The flooring, on the other hand, shows to be fairly dark grey akin to that you see on battleships. It is a full-coverage rubber carpet of some sort, mixing well with the walls’ paint. It is all a very stark contrast to the clean brightness of the room I came from, though the lights themselves seem no dimmer here than there. It is not at all similar to the place I just emerged from. If you ask me, it is also much uglier. Who designed this? Bleh. Way too much orange. Gold would have looked much better. The floor is

The next few days pass without incident. In general, the whole area is a lot wetter, a lot muddier and more slippery than usual, but I manage, even if it is not all that pleasant. On the plus side, it inhibits everything else too, so in a way, my odds of success do not really change. I am somewhat surprised at how much the landscape actually softened with the fall of rain, but it is what it is. My fear of watery depths does not soften, but as I find, bathing is actually quite pleasant as long as the water is not too high, and over the course of the days, I find myself spending quite a lot of time within the shallow pools that I find, letting

Part 2: Short People As much as Dean had hoped for everything to be a tormenting dream, the reality preferred to differ. When he was half awake and barely aware of his surroundings, his heartbeat went up, hoping that he had been dreaming. Only for a short moment he thought that he was in his bed at home. That was until he regained feeling into his sleepy limbs. All it took was a soft twitch from his wings and he was wide awake. Dean jumped up, head over heels, still terrified and panicked by his new appearance. A screech rumbled through the cave and Dean was surprised, but also shocked that it was his own voice. He toppled over and fell ont

 “Have you received the waiver we've sent to you in the mail?” “Yes, and I've signed it. I can't wait to start tomorrow, by the way.” “Okay, that should complete your registration! Don't forget to bring your ID and that waiver! Thank you for calling DNA Dynasty.” Henry hung up the phone. Over the past week, he had been trying to get some extra money to treat himself with. His job, while not completely disheartening, just wasn't up his alley. He thought it about was time to start going out, meeting new people, doing new things, and actually enjoying himself, so he looked online on Craigslist and other