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NQN Chap 4
NQN ~ Chapter 4 ~ Up To No Good
The sun had just began to rise, casting long shadows across the ground and up the sides of houses. I peeked over the bushes in the yard of the strange-looking building. There was a tall chain-link fence around the perimeter, but that was easily overcome with some wire cutters. My brother Ketan sat next to me in the moist grass, looking more nervous than adventurous.
"I tell you, Squeej, there's something just not right about this place," he whispered.
"Oh, don't chicken out now! It was your idea, anyway, right?"
"All I said was, 'Man, I wonder what's in that creepy house down the street.' You decided to try to break in."
"I'm not going to break in. I'll just... visit... to check it out."
"That place looks more like an old barn than a house. It's probably been empty for years. Look, there are cobwebs on the windows and the roof is full of holes."
"Why put a fence around an empty building? That fence doesn't have a speck of ust on it. It's recent. And the
NQN Chap 3
NQN ~ Chapter 3 ~ Finch's Brother
Finch stared hard at the computer screen. Krysty was instantly at his side and said, "What is it?"
Finch sat statuesque and was only able to whisper, "Rodney..."
"Rodney? Rodney who?"
Before Krysty could answer, a face popped up on the computer screen. He looked a little like Finch, but his hair was black and he wore an evil grin. "Well, Finch, you're just as perceptive as ever. We meet again... for the last time!!"
Finch rolled his eyes. "Please, don't be cheesy. What do you want?"
"You haven't actually met, either," Shady added. "This computer is only as good as a telephone."
"Yeah!" Krysty stepped up next to Finch. "Get it right, jerk!"
Rodney glared at her. "You stay out of this."
"Krys--" Finch started to say.
"You threaten my friend and tell me to stay out of it? Fat chance."
"So, someone else to mow over in my great quest," Rodney said. "Who's your little friend, Finch?"
"I'm Krysty, and I'm not little. You may be Finch's
NQN Chap 2
NQN ~ Chapter 2 ~ The Treehouse
Herman and Krysty sat on colorful bean bag chairs in Finch's homey tree house, playing a racing video game on the souped-up computer.
"Man, this going to be close," Herman said, wide eyes glued to the screen.
"Not really," Krysty said calmly. "Check this out."
She pressed a button that released a hidden weapon she had picked up early in the race.
"Whaa--??" With a bright flash, Herman's car flipped and tumbled, righting itself far too late to see Krysty's car slide around the last corner to the finish line. "Aaaargh!" Herman shouted and slammed the joystick into the floor.
"Calm down, it's just a game." Krysty switched off the system and picked up the joysticks, packing them into a canvas duffle bag.
"It's just that I never win. You--"
The door suddenly swung open with a bang. Clouds had rolled in, making it strangely dark for the time of day. Wind whistled around the corners of the house.
Finch stepped inside, looking quite not in the mood to t
NQN Chap 1
NQN ~ Chapter 1 ~ The Underground
Shady felt the cool ocean mist ripple through her fur as the wind blew over her. She smelled the salt and heard the seagulls cawing far overhead. Her paws hung down past the tree limb on which she lay. Just as she felt herself drifting off into a peaceful sleep, a grinding noise vibrated up through the tree. Shady groaned and looked down to the intermingled grass and wood mulch below the tree. Suddenly, a the ground exploded upward and a greenish head emerged from the hole.
Shady jumped down to a lower branch and peered down as the tan-furred critter stepped out of its hole and brushed dirt off of itself. "Bling, what on Earth are you doing?"
Bling jerked his head around and down and finally up. "Shady, my friend! What is hap-pen-ning??" Bling tries way too hard to be 'cool' and generally winds up doing exactly the opposite.
"I was trying to take a nap, but you kind of spoiled it. What are you doing?"
Bling turned back to his hole and seemed alm
NQN ~ Prologue
It was Herman's first day at his new school, so he felt pretty self-concious walking through the unfamiliar hallway. Chattering students brushed past without so much as a second glance. Unless, of course, they noticed his green hair, in which case they watched him for a few seconds, then turned and went on their way. One girl watched a little too long and ran into an open locker door, almost bowling over the person digging through the locker. Once she gathered herself, she laughed and walked back toward him.
"Hey there! You new here?"
"Uh, yeah. I... um, yeah, I'm new here."
An old man walked around the corner and said, "Hey, young lady! No hats indoors!"
"Oh, OK! Sorry." She pulled the blue hat down with both hands and strands of long brown hair swung over her eyes.
The old man nodded and disappeared around another corner. As soon as he did, the girl pulled her hat back on, making sure the green dot faced forward.
"Okay, where were we? Oh, yes, I'm Krysty." She held out
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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