ShinyScribe

The girl gets the prince and they live happily ever after...wrong. When a bedtime story seems to be startling real a mystery begins. A mystery that a young woman is determined to solve, no matter the consequences. Beauty and the Beast fanfic Thorns: Chapter 1: The Beginning The wind danced over the hills traveling on its way, unaware of what havoc it was bringing in it's wake. Not that the wind would care, after all, it was intent on arriving at a particular place on time. Eagerly it rushed on, causing the trees to sway. As soon as this wind passed a place by, its sound would stop and all would be silent. That is until thunder would drum

The wind blew through the strands of Kira’s platinum hair as she flew through the field on the back of her brown and white painted mare. She could hear the birds chirping their morning songs and smell the freshness of nature as the sun began to rise through the forest, drying the dew dampened flora. When she reached the a large plateau, she halted her horse and looked over the edge of the cliff to see the sun as it began to peek over the horizon, bathing the lush green and thriving lands below in an ethereal golden glow. She sat down and began to meditate.  Her morning rides always calmed her, giving her the peace and strength she neede

FADE IN FROM BLACK HIGH SCHOOL – FALL (LUNCH TIME) SERIES OF SHOTS EXT. BACK OF THE HIGH SCHOOL POV THROUGH NEWS CAMERA, CAMERA ZOOMING IN AND OUT FOR FOCUS CHECK AND WHITE BALANCE CHECK ON SCOTT’S WHITE BUTTON-UP COLLARED SHIRT. REPORTER SCOTT TASKER, late 30's, holding a MICROPHONE in his left hand and SMALL NOTEPAD in his right. His RIGHT SHOULDER has a BANDAGED wrapped around it. A little BLOOD is showing through the bandage and FEW SPOTS OF BLOOD are on his white button-up collared shirt. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. COME OUT OF POV NEWS PHOTOGRAPHER ZACH HOLCOMB, early 20's, is finishing setting up the

Chapter 1 Thalia stood on a low branch in a tree watching a deer not far away. “Gotta be careful and quiet” thought Thalia. She hadn't eaten for a couple of hours, and she was getting hungry. She usually got really cranky when she hadn't eaten for at least 3 hours, and in the woods where she hunted for herself, it usually took a while to find a decent meal. As Thalia slowly crept down the beach closer to the deer getting ready to kill it with a swing for her blade, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. All of the sudden, something flashed by her and slashed the deer before she even had a chance to unsheathe her swor

They were laughing at her. "How pathetic..." Making fun of her. "Look at her. Revolting!" Acting as if she were worthless. "Why is she even here?" Of course, bullying wasn't so uncommon in schools, but it was most of the school population against her, so she wouldn't really stand a chance. Anyone of them can kill her if they wanted to. Her schoolmates weren't normal. Her schoolmates weren't human. Demons, not by metaphorical means. They are real as real can be. Some would probably think that she's a little girl who escaped from a nearby mental ward, but demons are pretty much real here, as well as other supernatural beings around t

The first sensations any creature should feel is safety and warmth. Not pain, burning pain that racked threw the body and made bones feel like they were broken into hundreds of pieces. They shouldn’t feel like their body was melting from the inside out. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t how it was supposed to feel. Life wasn’t supposed to be this painful. It wasn’t supposed to be filled with sounds that felt like eardrums would burst. It wasn’t supposed to be filled with pain and drugs to keep the bodies of creatures sedated. This wasn’t right. He knew this. As soon as he was cast out. Cast down to the ru

                                Eastern Europe: 1935 “General quarters! General quarters! Contacts spotted,” the voice on the intercom shouted. The alarm klaxon, an irritating warbling sound, went off immediately after. A group of five men wearing flight helmets, goggles, and leather jackets threw down their card game and rushed from the parlor. All over the zeppelin, crew ran to their stations. Despite being the youngest of the Misfit Squadron, Captain Sphinx was the highest ranking member. He lead the way through the chaotic passages, careful not to bang his head on a support beam as they arrived at the hangar. He was satisf

Voices. I hear voices. They're getting louder. Closer. Can I open my eyes? No. Keep eyes closed. Darkness. Go back to sleep. No. Wake up. Wake up! My eyes flew open. A bright light was shining on me, the glare hurting my eyes. I quickly closed them shut again. I could hear alarmed voices now. This time, I opened my eyes slowly letting them adjust to the harsh brightness. I couldn't see very well, but I was pretty sure there were two people in front of me. I tried to move my head to get a better look to no avail. The motion felt weird. I turned to look at my hand and wiggled my fingers. More alarmed voices. I wondered how I was doing this. How