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The Darkness In The MoonlightThe Darkness In The Moonlight by RapierMedia
The Darkness In The Moonlight
In the East of England in the United Kingdom, it was the middle of the summer holidays in August. The setting sun was disappearing into the clear night sky of the outdoors, and the light was fading fast. But the almost full moon began to rise up into the night sky, somewhat providing light and tranquillity. There was a boy like me who went to the same school that went I to. I had left 7 years ago to start my life in the cold cruel world, whilst he was soon to start in the leaver’s year. His name was Roger, and he was 15 years old. He was a keen video gamer like myself, although we had a difference of opinion as to what we enjoyed. Roger liked playing Pokémon on his Nintendo 3DS XL, whereas I preferred to play on retro consoles such as Sega Saturn.
Roger and myself, Christian, were next-door neighbours on a quiet residential street north of Peterborough. We both lived in detached two-storey houses
Hedgehog NightsHedgehog NightsHedgehog Nights by RapierMedia
It was nightfall in Station Square. The full moon was high in the sky, & everyone in the city had gone home to get some sleep, and only the night-shift police were around taking care of criminal activity. On the outskirts of the city, a luxurious mansion was erected. This was the home of the exceptionally wealthy Thorndyke Family. It had a large courtyard with a fountain, and an extra long driveway outside of the gate. A garage was situated to the left, and there were two swimming pools in the back yard, one for children, and one for grown ups.
Inside the mansion, a young boy was in his bedroom looking out of the window at the front courtyard. He was 12 years old, and sported brown hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in pale blue pyjamas, and wore yellow slippers on his feet. Although it was the middle of the night, the boy couldn't sleep, as he cared exceptionally for his best friend Sonic the Hedgehog. In that front
After A Flaming HorrorAfter A Flaming HorrorAfter A Flaming Horror by RapierMedia
My name is Christian England. I'm 24 years of age, living in Peterborough in the United Kingdom. I am the Author of the Fantasy Horror Novel called Endless Nightmares, and I have been writing stories which I have been reading to my family and friends for the last ten years of my life. I thought that I was living such a wonderful teenage life; but I have in fact been living in horror, after one frightful day when a horrible change was made to me against my own will.
One Evening in the middle of spring, I was in my bedroom, sitting at the computer and looking at Dragon Transformation pictures and stories on DeviantArt. I had brown hair and blue eyes, and I was dressed in a pair of black pyjama shorts, a red sleeveless t-shirt, white ankle socks, and brown sheepskin slippers. As I sat on the chair looking mesmerised by the pictures of the transformations, I began thinking of a time not very long ago, when I myself was transformed into a
How I wish I was an AnimalHow I wish I was an Animal.How I wish I was an Animal by RapierMedia
I read a story the other day about a young man who lived in the United Kingdom. His name was Gunner. It wasn't the most attractive name to be called, but everyone named him as such because he wasn't fond of the name he was given by his parents. He didn't seem like the kind of young man who would get himself into mischief, but of the story that I am about to tell you, that is exactly what happened. Let me take you back to the time when Gunner got himself into a horrible pickle.
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24th July 2013
It was a beautiful and hot Wednesday Morning. The sun was shining, the skies were clear, and the ground was crisp and dry. Gunner lived on the third floor of a block of flats in Cambridgeshire. He was 18 years old with hazel eyes and long muddy blonde hair. He wore a red t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, grey spectacles, and grey converse boots. Because of the hot weather, Gunner had his window wide open and his fa
Medication Gone ApeMedication Gone Ape by RapierMedia
Medication gone ape
The story begins in Madagascar. Tourism has increased dramatically as the years have gone by, and so too has the rate of the illegal poaching of animals, as well as injuries caused by bandit soldiers, who were always increasing in number. In the middle of a clearing in a Madagascan jungle, a series of tents and wooden huts were erected. This was the setup for a special hospital camp, where injured people from the jungle were brought to for rest and recuperation. The camp was no stranger to being filled to the brim with patients, no thanks to the crimes committed by the bandit soldiers.
It was 2 O'clock in the afternoon on a boiling hot and clear Thursday. Inside one of the wooden outhouses lived a teenage boy named Ghaoru. Ghaoru was 15 years of age, of a Chilean nationality, and could speak fluent English, French & Spanish. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, wore a green button-down shirt with a black T-shirt under that,
Blaziken Me (Day One)The climate of the world has taken a very serious turn. Every volcano on the planet had erupted at exactly the same time, due to massive earthquakes that were caused in several nearby hotspots. Lava had poured out of all of them like no man's buisness, covering at least half of the Planet Earth's surface. The air conditions were badly affected too. The extreme heat meant that going outside would have been fatal for most people, as the air was so hot that people's skin could melt right off their bodies.Blaziken Me (Day One) by RapierMedia
At the time that this was happening, I was living by myself in a block of flats in London. My name is Christian England, and I'm 24 years of age. I was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt, a blue plaid overshirt, blue trousers, white socks, and grey trainers. I looked out of the window of my flat, and down at the dense city skyscrapers beneath me. Many of the major roads had been covered by the thick molten lava, making going out impossible.
Blaziken Me (Day Two)Before long, a series of police cars and fire engines pulled up in the car park outside of the block of flats where I lived. All of the officers and firefighters that came out of the vehicles were wearing fire protection suits so that they wouldn't be melted by the extreme heat caused by the lava spillage. They brought out numerous spares so that they could get other people out in them safely. With the spare suits in hand, they all entered the building. Two of the fire officers stayed at the front hall and put all of the fire suits down on the floor next to them. The other fire officers continued to get out extra suits, while the police began running down the corridors with their big red keys in hand, A.K.A battering rams. All of the officers took a different floor each, and with their battering rams, broke down the flat doors one by one and shouting through for people to evacuate.Blaziken Me (Day Two) by RapierMedia
"Police, evacuate the building!!"
They had no idea how many people we
Blaziken Me (Day Three)Within the hour, the police teleported me through time and space to the special safe place, which was located in a remote and highly secure region that nobody knew about. The out of control lava flooding had not been able to penetrate the area, and the air conditions were at a reasonable temperature for people to be outside in. The police van pulled up in the car park, and I was let out of the back.Blaziken Me (Day Three) by RapierMedia
Once I stepped out, I was then told...
"You can take off the safety suit now mate."
So I did. And I was so glad to have been able get it off as well, because it was so uncomfortable. The officers and firemen took theirs off as well. Once we were all out of them, the police led me inside the safety campus, and directly into the main reception. I was taken to the receptionist, and booked in.
"What's your name?" The receptionist asked me.
"How old are you?"
"Where do you come from?"
"Ah, a British survivor!
Blaziken Me (Day Four)We all walked through to a laboratory room. A human sized vat was located at the far end. The male scientist took us all to this container and then stopped us in front of it. While the assistant headed over to a small office to get the necessary supplies ready, the professor asked us...Blaziken Me (Day Four) by RapierMedia
"Are there any questions you would like to ask me before we proceed?"
Riley raised his hand.
"Will we need to undress before we get transformed into our chosen Pokémon?"
"You shouldn't need to, as all of your clothes will be melted away when you're changing in the vat."
Roger raised his hand next.
"Will this procedure hurt?"
"We've designed it to be as painless as possible."
Then it was my turn to raise my hand.
"After we get transformed into these Pokémon of our choice. Do we stay as them forever, or can we be changed back to humans after this disaster has ended."
The professor was perplexed by my question, but he answered it as best he could.
"We've transformed ma
Blaziken Me (Day Five)Roger, Riley and I were led back into the main room, where we were to be briefed on the cause of the lava spillage. The professor set up an enormous screen at the back wall, upon which he was going to show us photographs of what was happening.Blaziken Me (Day Five) by RapierMedia
"Now then; as far we are aware, this disaster has been caused by the simultaneous eruptions of every volcano in the world. The eruptions were caused by earthquakes at nearby hotspots to these volcanoes. But what you probably didn't know until now is that these earthquakes and eruptions were not natural disasters...they were man made."
I raised my hand.
"Do you know who or what is the cause of this man made disaster?"
"We don't know the name of the mad scientist that caused this mess, but we do know what he looks like and where his lab is."
We were shown pictures of the lab, the man, and a powerful machine that he had.
"The man is most certainly a psycho. And we suspect the machine you're seeing is the cause of all the quak
I'm a Receptionist for a Supported Employment group, a self-published author, and I have Asperger's Syndrome.|
I live in Peterborough in the UK, in a modest three floor house, and I am a keen story writer in my time.
Unfortunately, my drawing skills are not so good, I cannot create my own great works like many others, without working from (dare I say it) Copyrighted material (Shamefully).
That's why most of my work is either flash or literature.
Current Residence: Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom, Favourite genre of music: Various, Operating System: Windows 7 Ultimate, Favourite cartoon character: Chris Thorndyke, Personal Quote: If you want a better gallery, there's nothing like a Rapier.
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The Dressing Room MachineThe Dressing Room Machine.
12 year old Chris Harvey was just an ordinary schoolboy who had a fascination for technology. He was the son of a single father, a world famous inventor who specialised in the creation of quantum-mechanical devices. The devices aided them both in their everyday life. Devices included a robot maid and butler, automatic walk in shower, and a car which could be driven on it's own free will. But more recently, one of the inventions that the father had created was a mechanical dressing room. He had created two of them, one for him and one for Chris. It was only in its prototype stages at the present time, but the device meant exactly what it is named for. It's quite simply this...the machine is capable of dressing and undressing a person via quantum computing. All you had to tell it, was whether to dress or undress you, or to try on something new that you've never worn before. As nearly all types of clothes wer
The Dressing Room Machine (Ver II)The Dressing Room Machine (Ver. II)
12 year old Chris Harvey was loving the dressing room machine that his father had created for him. In recent years, the machine had been made into a working prototype which won first prize at a local trade show, and has since made media coverage. The father was paid a considerable sum for his invention, many hundreds of thousands of pounds sterling. With the extra money, The father decided to expand on his inventions, including upgrading the current technology that the dressing room machine had.
Chris Harvey was running up to the front door of the house where he and his father lived, after making the two mile walk home from his school on a wet and rainy Wednesday afternoon. He was wearing black school trousers, black shoes, and a brown coat to protect himself from the rain. Chris used his house key to let himself in, wiped his feet on the doormat, and closed the front door to keep the rain outside. He took off his
The Farmer's new pet (For Justakitsune)
The farmers new pet.
It was a warm and clear late morning in the middle of May. I knew of a young man who had a keen interest in animals; a very good friend of mine. He was one that I could engage in regular conversation and laughter, and his name was Kyle.
Kyle and I lived next-door to one another in a block of flats. We were both currently out of work and living on the taxpayers money. This was mainly due to discrimination. In my case, it was because I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome, and in Kyles case, because of his lack of work experience.
Kyle lived in room 218. He had just woken up from his sleep-in. Kyle was always a late bird; he enjoyed his long lie-ins in the morning. Kyle had reddish brown hair and green eyes. At present, Kyle was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt. He opened the curtains to let the sunlight into his room. He then sat on the side of his bed,
Freedom as a Lycan
I remember the time when one of my friends at a local orphanage was dying to get out into the wilderness. It was the middle of the night on a cold, bitter Wednesday.
Kyle was snug under the covers of his bed, but he was struggling to sleep because of the poor conditions we lived in.
He had reddish brown hair and green eyes, and always went to bed with his blue jeans and black t-shirt on to keep warm at night.
There were 20 boys that lived in the orphanage, all of whom had lost their parents at a young age, Kyle included.
Kyle’s room was very cold, the bed was hard and uncomfortable, and the covers and pillows were all twisted.
Kyle wriggled vigorously on the bed; his heart was pounding, and his pulse was racing.
After a few moments, Kyle jerked awake; sweat was dripping all over his body in fear, and he was breathing uneasy.
The dark room had one window which was barely expelling light from the outdoors, not that there was much light outside from the black of night, but the full
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare (Updated 18/02/2014)
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare.
My name is Chris Harvey, I'm 13 years old. I live in Peterborough with my single father Christian, and I am diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. As with many children like me, I had my dreams. Most of my dreams were good, but of course, there were the occasional bad ones too...particularly in the night. You know that feeling when your mortal body falls asleep, but your mind is still wide awake? Doesn't everybody sometimes wish that they could enter their own little dream world and never come back? I suppose though, it depends on what kind of world you are thinking of. In this case however, the dream world I was going to imagine, wasn't to be a good one.
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Anyway. There I was, snuggled up under the covers one Saturday at midnight. The sky was pitch black, the moon was high, and there were no clouds. I was dressed in my night garments under the covers, which consisted of a cotton red long-s