Preying on the Past - Ch. 1 Bridging Two Worlds
"three...two...one...entry!" i spoke into my mike before announcing ourselves. "federal agents! search warrant!" randall's battering ram shattered through the wooden door we were making entry at.
The Winds of Altaura (Chapter One)
He opened the thick wooden doors of the building, and quickly passed through an automatic security checkpoint, which scanned the fox and allowed him entry.
Right Church, Back Pew (Otherwise Untitled)
Everyone in the length of the hall gave some notice to the sound of the basilisk's entry, and pointedly ignored the odor once they'd realized the species of their guest.
Prelude: Red Skies
Journal entry 7705 date: 11/20/2659
Intrusion
She, too, sunk down against the door, blocking entry. she was out of breath. "what the hell is happening out there?!", the wolf questioned. his eyes were wide, evident of fear. "every so often, this village gets attacked by marauders.
Alone in the Moonlight
The wolf left no marks of entry as he moved through the forest. now he stands, tall and poised as he surveys the landscape. below him, a city of dazzling light and steel glows with the lives of a thousand animals.
This war is ours: Prologue
(this is my first entry obviously. lemme know what you think, and sorry it's so short so far.)
The Battlefield (part A)
There was an access terminal for the main entry doors to the battlefield at the center of the hall. you had to swipe your card through the slot to gain entry. i took mine out, swiped it, and laid my ears flat as a crashing _ping_!!
GE:ZAVOS - Prologue: A Shadow Among the Sands
The words that jumped out at him from the last few entries were not encouraging. _july 17, a3x2._ _the experiment has gotten out of hand. it has begun spreading at an alarming rate, among the other scientists.
Dances with Humans - the Hollow Silence, Part 4
**therese****'s diary entry, dated march 17, 2016** today i'll search cobbler's dell for places where i can shoot interesting photos for the feature. ian is off to_coeur d'alene_ to have someone examine a bagful of ore.
Genetic Children-Log 22 - Tired Mistakes are Sometimes Good.
**more of a journal entry really its not big enough to call a chapter but i had a few extra minutes outside work today so i put in some ideas that have been floating around i am still active, i just work wayyyyy too much.
Changed Fates: Crola - Prologue
"yes, my lady, everything is going as planned," the old man said, "we've assigned our guards to the entry points, in case one of them attempts to escape.