Jun 18

A novel in progress – Interactive Horror Fiction: Cale post 331

Interactive Horror Fiction: project #2, post #331

“Is that what you were arguing about yesterday: Daddy bringing the bad people here?” Cale asked, his expression still clinging to some of the joyful smile that bloomed at his father’s benevolence, but the brilliance behind it had diminished greatly from the resurgence of troubling thoughts.
“Oh, Honey. Don’t worry,” his mother replied. “Your father and I disagree on a few things from time to time, it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

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A Novel In Progress
Read the story’s beginning here: Cale’s Story

Jun 13

A novel in progress – Interactive Horror Fiction: Cale post 330

Interactive Horror Fiction: project #2, post #330

“Yes, there are some here that crave active blood. And there are some out in the world as well, but don’t worry, Honey.” She reached out and caressed his chin.
“Your Daddy protects us from them and he helps them to get over their need.”
Cale’s face brightened. “Wow, really?”
“Yeah, and did you know your father was once like them? A lot of us were. He seeks out our kind and helped to build this community to shelter us from the world and them from us.”

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A Novel In Progress
Read the story’s beginning here: Cale’s Story

Jun 11

A novel in progress – Interactive Horror Fiction: Cale post 329

Interactive Horror Fiction: project #2, post #329

“Well, once you start consuming… drinking blood with those harmful elements, it makes you want more and more until the need drives you insane… that means crazy. They start to care only about quieting that need inside than for the health and safety of anyone else. They become unstable, dangerous.”
Cale’s eyes widened as his mother spoke and worry pushed out his bottom lip. “They’re in here with us aren’t they?”

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A Novel In Progress
Read the story’s beginning here: Cale’s Story

Jun 06

A novel in progress – Interactive Horror Fiction: Cale post 328

Interactive Horror Fiction: project #2, post #328

“They don’t think the way we do. They don’t care about others and act only for themselves. They want to steal blood because it’s different than the blood in our bags. What we drink in the pouches is given willingly and is not tainted with harmful elements like adrenaline.”
Cale blinked, digesting his mother’s answer. She used some words he didn’t know, but he understood enough.
“If it’s harmful to them and the other person, why do they do it?”

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A Novel In Progress
Read the story’s beginning here: Cale’s Story

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