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    A few kilometres off highway one, just outside the town of Lakes Eye, a modest house sits on the crest of an unusually large hill.  A long, narrow dirt road, seldom used, connects the building to the highway, and great stands of trees shelter it from the harsh winds.  The grass around the house is high and wild, and the once tamed roses along the pathway have grown into menacing brambles; nobody has set foot in this place for some years.

    If you were to visit this derelict home, braving the bumps and pot-holes of the untended road, pushing through the thorn-choked path, creeping passed the rotten, collapsing walls and floorboards to the lower levels, you would discover something quite incredible.  The structure is like an iceberg; its meagre, decrepit protrusion above ground belies its true immensity.  Basements give way to sub-basements and sub-sub-basements, while open pits with no visible means of descent plummet further down into inpenetrable darkness.  Even more alarming, unlike the rotten house the subterranian chambers and passages are in pristine condition.

    Should you persist in exploring these eeiry, echoing corridors you might hear, from a great distance, the sound of a pen feverously scratching away, or, even more faintly, the high-pitched, sing-song whistle of a little toy train.

Ha, I did manage to get a train in there somewhere :D  This is actually all I have so far but oh well >.>  hopefully this run at it will work out better than the previous.
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"Cory did not exactly like James, but the strange-looking fellow had yet to actually lie to him, give him bad advice or try to steal his car.  So, he was practically a saint next to Cory’s last few therapists."

So, Bluebird (or Blue Wings Silver Strings, which I plan to use as the final title.)   Wordcount as of writing is 9223 following a series of fairly savage cuts, and there are still a few scenes I need to rewrite for continuity.  This story has been an interesting journey and I'm pretty proud that it's still happening ^-^  Literally the ONLY thing that has survived from the story I originally planned is... well... the bluebird.  So what I have left is basically a bunch of stuff I made up as I went along.  This is going pretty well for me, but it's a writing scheme that calls for an awful lot of editing.  If I'm gonna be throwing stuff in freely, I've got to be just as ready to toss them out if they don't fit >.>

The story as it stands revolves around four central characters, three of whom are Lycans of some sort.  And of course blue itself.  Like my last story, I focus on the characters with their various character flaws and past trauma, and try to bring everything to a satisfying conclusion.  Oh, and the world gets saved in there somewhere I guess (and lots of things turn into other things.)  There's a darker tone to this one than the last one, mostly because my characters here have more problems to deal with.  I'm not quite sure but I think I'm at least halfway done at this point.  Maybe.  I am pretty confident that I can finish this though.  Don't know how long it will take but it will happen!  Stay tuned.

By the way, I'm always looking for feedback on my last story >.>b  Need to figure out what worked and what didn't.  You're probably best downloading it either at FA or at the Crimson Flag Forum.  It's call Dragon and Mask and it is about someone who claims to be a dragon on the internet because he actually is a dragon.  So let me know what you think!
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He wasn’t fast enough.  One of the beast’s shoulder-spikes caught him in the side and tossed him nearly twenty feet up.  He felt bones break when he was hit, and more when he hit the ground.  A pool of red formed around the gaping hole in his side.  The world faded...

“...this is the little one, is he?”  said the coyote.  “He’s the one you’ve picked?”

“With your permission, cousin.  He is one of yours, after all,” said the man.

“Barely.  He is a coyote, but you don’t need my permission, he works for you don't he?   I’ll grant it anyway   But, isn’t he a wee bit dead right now?  Otherwise he wouldn’t be here, see?”

“Not for much longer.  He’s already starting to wake up.”

“Hey, I think you’re right.  Thats weird...”

...Cory blinked.  He worked his fingers; they moved without pain.  He pushed himself upright.

Story coming along pretty good :D  I've got a plot and a villain and a conclusion worked out and everything.  Its at just over 7000 words now, gonna be mega-long probably.
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