CREED Mysteries

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[CQ Stories] Week 9 - The Search Goes On

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 13:05:18 GMT

It had been some time since his journey to the crossroads and he was beginning to wonder if it really happened at all. Every time he thought about it, it was hazy, as if he had just awakened from a dream. Was the man who had emerged from the woods real? For that matter, were the screaming things that tried to kill him real? He had gone back twice to try and find the crossroads, but to no avail. The cops had not been able to find them either, though he believed that they did not try very hard....

[CQ Stories] Week 8 - The Professor

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 13:03:18 GMT

"Professor?" he called out as his eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness in the room. His gut told him something was wrong, very wrong. "Professor?" he called out again, a trace of unease slipping into his voice. In his hand he clutched the note that the professor had given him after class. The note had told him to meet at 10 PM in his office and also mentioned something about a very important find at the lake. He respected the professor as a history teacher and a...

[CQ Stories] Week 7 - Beautiful

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 13:01:22 GMT

The rain was coming down so hard that it was nearly impossible to see through the windshield. It didn't matter; he didn't really know where he was going anyway. He just had a feeling that he was being drawn somewhere. The necklace he wore burned with a strange heat against his chest. It was as if the necklace was telling him something.

He and the other men in Ladder Company 18 had been called to an abandoned warehouse earlier that morning. It was in the blazing inferno that he had...

[CQ Stories] Week 6 - Father and Daughter

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 12:58:30 GMT

The car sputtered and died, steam rising into the air from underneath the hood. He uttered a curse and stepped out into the scorching hot desert air. Sand blasted against his face, and the wind swirled and howled around him. He fished in his tattered shirt pocket for the map that he had found in his daughters apartment. The map seemed almost ancient and bore a strange crest symbol in the upper right hand corner. His daughter had disappeared three days ago and this map was the only lead he...

[CQ Stories] Week 5 - The Burning Hand

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 12:56:26 GMT

He closed his eyes for a moment, and swallowed hard. This was not the way he wanted to live. A sense of dread swept through him as he opened his eyes and squinted down through the haze at the grill in front of him. Burgers were hissing and steaming, the smoke making his eyes water. Cooks shouted and scurried about in all directions, the lunch rush rising to a furious crescendo. Tickets were piling up and he was falling way behind. The heat in the kitchen was stifling, making his...

[CQ Stories] Week 4 - The Prison Break

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 12:54:44 GMT

He sat in his cold, dark cell and waited. He felt as though it would be daylight soon. How he longed to see the sun rise. His heart filled with sorrow that he had taken it for granted so many times before. He coughed violently, wincing in pain as his broken ribs were jarred. His eyes were bloodshot and blurry from not sleeping the whole night. He had been thinking and waiting. Waiting was all that there was to do here.

His fingers absent-mindedly traced the huge scars down the side of...

[CQ Stories] Week 3 - The Bounty Hunter

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Tue, 05 Aug 2003 07:43:25 GMT

The Bounty Hunter walked from his bosses hideout, with the stealthiness and litheness of a cat. His senses, honed for danger from hundreds of jobs he had taken over the years, were in tune to his surroundings. His eyes darted back and forth seeing everything. He mounted his horse, his long black duster blowing in the wind, and headed into town, towards his prey.

Wanted dead or alive; that was his credo. More often than not, dead was preferred rather than alive and he was good at it....

[CQ Stories] Week 2 - The Blacksmith

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Tue, 05 Aug 2003 07:40:17 GMT

The old Blacksmith awoke startled, eyes squinting, letting the world come back into focus. He could still see the children, eight of them, holding hands and skipping in a circle while singing a song. It was the same dream he had been having every night for a week now, and it always ended in the same way. A woman would appear, tall, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, which would always cause the children to scatter, screaming in horror.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around...

[CQ Stories] Week 1 - Warrior and Bear

feeds@yuku.com (Weathered Creed Chk) — Tue, 05 Aug 2003 07:35:19 GMT

The warrior saw the lake about one hundred yards ahead and felt a ray of hope. If he could make it into the water, he could mask his scent and maybe the huge grizzly would not find him. He gritted his teeth through the pain and decided that he would try; though he felt as if each step he took would be his last. His shoulder was shredded from the bear's strong jaws. He felt his life slipping away, the whole world was swimming and wavering before him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate...