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                  In Your Dreams By Will Guerrant                       Chapter 1: The white house A bright full moon lit the field I sprinted through. My breath was loud in my own ears, ragged and labored. I was tired. But I couldn’t stop though, not yet. There was a thing that had once been human chasing me. I could hear its own ragged breath right behind me, along with the muffled t...

                  Exposed By Will Guerrant                   Chapter 1: Departure. The thick, heavy air of Belfast seemed to cling to everything. I had trouble just walking down the slick, wet street. Perhaps the heavy feeling was realizing I was late for my own ship’s departure. I was not the captain, but nor far from it either. Captain Guiles, Frederick Guiles, was my uncle and was more than li...

I Reality was grey and dull to Christopher’s eyes as they adjusted to the harsh fluorescent light. He sat up quickly, the small cot not being much comfort to him. His vision was blurry and his muscles ached. He felt weak all over. “Hey you.” A voice said. Chris whipped his head to the left. “What? Who’s there!?” he demanded. A much better question suddenly occurred to him. “Where the Hell am I!?” he shouted. Christopher thought back. He had been in the movie theater. Some horror movie with a ...

The summer air seemed almost to hum with tension. San Francisco’s streets were packed with what could have been millions of people. United in purpose, they stood in the hot, stale air. The masses had come from all across the United States; many were even from as far away from Europe. The force that united them? Fear. The people that filled the city streets were refugees of sorts, people fleeing from a force almost more terrible than they could imagine. It had first swept from Asia into Europ...

Conscious I was still beating myself up over how far I had fallen. Maybe if I hadn’t taken Doug up on that bet during the game. Maybe if I hadn’t sprung for the BluRay player. Maybe if I hadn’t gone out drinking with my friends the night before. Maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess. Crying over it wouldn’t do any good now. I had messed up and I needed to face the consequences. In this case, the consequence was taking part in a paid experiment. No harm will come to you Mr. Devonshire. I wasn’t wo...