Although the recommended length of a chapter is maximum 1500 words, sometimes I find it hard to do so and my piece of story must be longer than that. What do you think? Is the length such an important issue or only the story itself is something wha it counts? Let me know in the comment. Thank You! [Pompei]
[a text message]466 Greenrose CircleEast Elmhurst, Downpour 11730the basement of the abandoned buildingI’m waiting here for you. Leave your flat now! The avalanche has moved! He waited with anticipation for the answer from Blaze. He had warned him in advance what he was going to do and couldn’t understand why they hadn't come yet. The silence gaping from his phone was unbearable. Jasmine was lying on the dirty mattress, her hair in dried blood. She was gagged but her eyes were open all the time. On the one hand, she should be grateful for saving her dignity and life, but on the other, she didn’t know what would happen next. She followed Michael with her fear growing, coming to the basement in the dimmed light. After Michael shifted into a man, it suddenly became clear to her - the stories about werewolves were real. Lost in his thoughts, Michael stared at Jasmine. He had to admit, she was quite pretty. Michael had no idea what her mom looked like but she could have been of e
She looked at the TV screen and followed the news about the mysterious murders committed on three men. The festival in Downpour became known nationwide as last night’s events shocked everybody. There was gossip spreading across the city that it might have been a job done by a wild animal or even a pack of wolves crossing the country. Some people who had fun at the party claimed to have seen some of them. Their descriptions varied from more plausible ones to completely out of this world. For example, the beast was supposed to be pink with yellow stripes but that was quickly ruled out as the witness turned out to be a drug addict who saw not only pink bears but yellow ants, blue worms and white mice. However, one of the witnesses’ testimony drew Jenn’s attention. She was a ballerina, a young distinguished woman who, despite ridiculously long eyelashes, evoked trust. She said something along these lines: “Those so-called victims were rapists in reality. They surrounded some gir
“They couldn’t see us,” Bianca stated a fact that did not make Blaze neither surprised nor proud. It was so obvious to him, that he didn’t treat it as anything special. “I was born like this. It’s just a gift from nature.” Bianca suddenly realized something but before saying anything she wanted to make sure. “Can Michael do the same? Or it’s just you.” “Of course, he can. And he is even better than me. Why are you asking?” Blaze got a bad feeling about that question. He was afraid that there was something bad lying behind it. “On the night I was brought to Victor’s mansion, something strange happened to me. I was alone in the hall room just a moment before making a decision when I felt a terrible pain stretching across my back. It started even with something worse. At first, I thought I was dreaming but that thing ripped my top and scratched my back to blood. I felt breathing from behind and drops of blood running on my skin, but there was no one there. Only me. I was so te
His mouth looked like a chimney from which smoke was being pushed out unwillingly, resembling a fireplace during a downpour. Stacy was left behind the pack and didn’t participate in the rescue mission. He became a passive observant, deprived of any influence on the course of events. At least, that is what Dervel thought. But in reality, he had already done his part and waited for Jenn’s move. Jenn in turn, held in her palm Michael’s number but couldn’t push herself to make a call. Was the dwarf right and Dervel did not intend to kill Bianca at all? Hundreds of doubts flooded her head and she couldn’t decide what side to choose. It was clear to her that Michael also didn’t want Bianca dead. Will I be able to outsmart Dervel, Michael and Samuel at the same time? That thought held her back from dialling the number, but if the dwarf was right, Stacy was the only person she could rely on. No one else wanted Bianca dead. She missed Samuel’s touch and yearned for his closeness. Jenn
“Stay here! I need to check this place out before I can take you there. Dervel’s pack might have already discovered this hide, and who knows what is happening to Michael now.” Bianca sat in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chin. After a short respite from the craziness around her, the reality caught her one more time. She looked at Blaze with a strange feeling, as if they were never meant to meet again. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? What if they are already there?” “I will be careful. Michael must have left a message about where to find him.” “Just call him, Balze. Don’t risk it when it’s not necessary.” Bianca got up from the floor and rushed up to him. “I don’t know why but I trust you more than Michael. Please, don’t go. I don’t wanna be alone.” There was a moment of hesitation when he saw Bianca’s woeful eyes. Despite the fact she was the reason for his brother’s hopeless fate, he started losing typical for him sober judgement of the situation and was close to com
[before Bianca's birth]Cold drops of water were sliding down the sweaty glass of whisky inside. The ice cubes had not melted yet, despite the heat pouring from the sky. Patrick was spinning the glass with his right hand looking at the girls having fun by the fountain. They were dressed in a tempting way but one stood out from the rest. It was Melany, with black hair and red lipstick on her lips. At first, she didn’t notice his look, but it didn’t take long before she realised someone was watching her.The wind was playful on that day and stronger blows unveiled from under her rosy dress, beautiful thighs, spotless, young and meant to be desired. Patrick couldn’t turn his eyes away from them and the more alcohol he drank, the more he wanted the girl by his side.In his heart, there was no room for love, but only lust, which made him a restless man focused on getting what he wanted, like a predator hunting to fill up its stomach.There was another bonus to this attractive girl - she wa
“What’s your name?" Michael asked the ballerina sitting on the floor. She just shook her head in reply.“What do you mean by that?” He looked at her fully focused. The phone was still in his hand, with drops of sweat on the screen and mud - Jenn’s unclear offer almost made him smash the receiver in his hand.“Just tell me your f*cking name!” The werewolf got carried away but when the ballerina’s face froze in terror, he immediately regretted his words.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Don’t be scared of me.” He leaned over her and noticed the reason for her silence.“Oh, I’m such an idiot,” embarrassed, he took a dirty cloth off her mouth.The girl began to breathe deeply and, with tears on her cheeks, she said quietly: “Flexy. I’m Flexy.”“Flexy?” Michael couldn’t hide his surprise. “That’s your ballet nickname? Yes?”“No.” Objected the girl. “My parents gave me that name at my birth. They always saw me as a dancer.” Actually, that wasn't entirely true.Not knowing why Michae
The Moon that night was like a silver plate polished and brushed in the finest way. Its reflection in the water was crystal clear and waited for your heart to be put like a piece of meat, given on the altar of werewolves.Michael waited by the window with his phone on the windowsill. In the cold metal light, he looked like a knight awaiting his duel the next day.Flexy didn’t sleep, nor did Jasmine. They both had mixed feelings towards Michael and didn’t know what to think about him.There was something in Michael that made them attracted to him. Except for a young, strong body, they were captivated by his sensitivity as they had never met another man, ready to open up in front of other women.Was it a sign of weakness or proof that he was special? They couldn’t figure it out, both in their separate worlds of thoughts.After meeting Bianca, Michael started to look at girls in a different way. Instead of the objects of lust, he saw something more in them - a human being who must be lov