C R E A T U R E Novels & Stories

Gunshot blared through the room, drawing a loud scream from my throat and a pained grunt from Cassandra. He had shot her. And he didn’t stop. With every word that escaped his lips, his bullet pierced through Cassandra. “I.” “Have.” “Had.” “Enough.” “Of.” “Those.” “Untamed.” “Lips.” “Of.” “Yours.” Through Cassandra’s legs, her thighs, her arms, her forearms, her heart, and finally, her skull—Ricardo continued to empty his chamber on her until she was ice cold dead, on the ground, eyes wide, body stiff in the pool of her own blood.

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

Crete — Just Before Dawn The climb was brutal. The rocks were jagged and loose, shifting under Ellie’s boots as she scrambled higher. Her lungs burned, but she kept going, one hand on the weathered limestone, the other steadying the scroll case slung at her hip. Cerebus padded behind her, silent as shadow despite his size, while Dr. Voss struggled with her satchel of artifacts. When they crested the ridge, the horizon opened wide before them.

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

Light crept through the boards on the windows as Jess laid on the bed motionless zoning into the obsess. It was becoming easier to just feel nothing and numb herself. The creep offered her some eggs and a burnt piece of toast. She remained motionless but watched as he placed it on the side table. “Come on now, you gotta be starving. At least have some water.” He lifted her up and she felt like a rag doll. She let him give her water and some of it ran down her chin, she didn’t bother to try to catch it.

I say, and look through my notes for that class on the topic of the early centuries of humanity, "yeah, it says he helped create the Eden Glossary." "The bible?" asks Hala, tilting her head. "Revel is correct," says Machiv, who has what looks like an old copy of Magic Weekly in his hands, and the cover has a younger version of Mr. Warp on the cover smiling, "the Eden Glossary was created with the contribution of Mr. Warp and, this is interesting, the institute CCR." "That CCR seems to have quite a bit of mentioning today, huh?" asks Syl. "I'll dig more into it later," promises Machiv as he sets down the magazine, "but all the same, we can write down that he made the Eden Glossary."

God, I never want this to end. "Excusing your attitude," I give him a side eye and he snorts. "My favorite thing to do is paint. Or draw. I love photography too and I love listening to the sound of the rain hit my window. Especially at night—it’s just so relaxing. I also love listening to music and losing myself in the tunes. Oh, and I love knitting! Plus baking!" "Wow," Alex exclaims when I finish my words. "That’s a long list. You sure have a lot of things you love to do." He chuckles.

A child who hasn't grown up at all. This is the only word I can use to describe this creature. "It's been about three months since it was created, and in terms of human adulthood, maybe it is a child... ... existing research, we can't measure its age by human standards, but something is certain." "What?" "It has the intelligence of an eight-year-old human." "It's unlikely. He is not behaving like an eight-year-old boy."