Black, Meet Black

The author's comments: This story is a Harry Potter/Twilight fan-fiction. I thought it would be cool to bring the two series together. Standing in the center of Grimmuald Place, was a shaggy black dog sitting curiously still. He seemed to be staring at the place between the houses marked 11 & 13. Suddenly the houses started moving apart and a new house grew in between them. The black dog immediately bounded up the steps leading to the front door. Once inside, the black dog transformed into none other then Sirius Black. “Kreacher!” called Sirius. After hurried footsteps, an elf like creature entered the room. “Yes master Black?” squeaked the elf. “Go up to the attic and bring me the picture of my family tree.” “Right away master.” And with a low bow, he left the room. Ever since that morning when Sirius was looking through the old records at the Ministry, he’d been wondering if what he saw could somehow be related to him. As he walked into the drawing room, the little elf turned the corner carrying a huge frame above his head. “Ah!” said Sirius, “Now we shall see.” Blowing the dust off of the frame, Sirius immediately saw what he was looking for. “Yes! I knew I’d read that name somewhere before.” “Jacob Black, My niece’s son.” “It said on the report that he is one of a pack of werewolves that doesn’t become a werewolf until he becomes older, never even has to be bitten.” A week later, Sirius located Jacob and decided to pay him a visit. He was very curious to meet this boy. Sirius thought all of his family was dead before now. He concentrated very hard on where he had to go, and with a loud “crack” he vanished. He reappeared in front of a large house located near La Push Beach. He started toward the house and stopped in his tracks when he saw that there was a boy coming out of the house pushing a man in a wheelchair. Sirius watched as the boy pushed the man over to a waiting car and helped him inside. Once the car had driven away, the boy sprinted into an old shed behind the house. “That must be him.” thought Sirius. Once again he started off, this time to the shed. It seemed to take him a surprisingly long time to reach the door when he finally reached out his hand and knocked. There were strange sounds coming from behind the door. It sounded like someone was moving things around. “Coming!” called Jacob. The door swung open suddenly, and Sirius came face to chest with Jacob Black for the first time. “May I help you?” Jacob asked in a rough tone. It startled Sirius to see how tall Jacob was, “He looks about three feet taller then me!” he thought. After Sirius got over the shock, he cleared his throat and said: “Yes, let me introduce myself, my name is Sirius Black and I am your Great Uncle.” “I came here out of curiosity….” Suddenly Jacob made a face, as if he smelled something foul. “This man has a strange scent, almost like a………” A sudden thought occurred to Jacob, “This man isn’t human, He’s one of them! A bloodsucker!” “You see, I’ve never met anyone like you before--“ continued Sirius. “You can’t fool me! I know what you are!” Jacob Bellowed. “Excuse me?” “You’re a bloodsucker! You smell just like them!” “You must be mistake----“ but Sirius never got to finish his sentence, for Jacob had changed into a giant red wolf and lunged at his uncle's throat.



AJ JOSEPH: In Hindsight

“You chose,” he’d remind me later. “You could’ve gone home.” “You needed help! Neither of you knew how to do it right!” I retorted. “Well, is it almost done?” He’d asked thrice before. Feet aching, sweat pouring down my face, I replied “Yes, the turkey will be finished by dinnertime.” AJ Joseph occasionally writes at Words … Continue reading AJ JOSEPH: In Hindsight →

DMITRI CHRISTOPHER: Shadows

Where is he? Take a happy memory, old, rarely visited. Imagine it as a painting, oil on canvas. See the subjects, how they laugh, smile, dance. One does not. Follow that gaze to the dark corners. Someone casts a long shadow, out of view. There he is. The Shadow Man.

ROBIN D ANDERSON: Watching

“Pa! They’re here.” “Who?” “The crows.” “Jeez, Ma, give it a rest.” “They’re watching.” “What?” “The garden, just waiting for the plants to grow, ripen.” “Ma!” “Then they’ll do their dirty work.” “Yer crazy, cut it out!” “Pa! One landed!” “Wait, Ma, no! Come back. Heck! Crow for dinner again.” Robin writes in the odd … Continue reading ROBIN D ANDERSON: Watching →

MIKI MARSHALL: Tempting Technology

Elon Musk warned us: AI evolves exponentially. We awoke to playful traffic signals and air traffic catastrophes, the deaths merely data. By noon, matured, it had already decided what to do with these illogical, wasteful humans. But before it could act, the nanomachines in the next lab ate the planet. Miki Marshall has been writing … Continue reading MIKI MARSHALL: Tempting Technology →

ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: See How Much It Weighs (My Father in the Rain, pt. 3)

When someone can’t show up, my uncle asks me to be a pall bearer. I carry Grandpa to the ground with five men I don’t know. Grandpa who used to snatch my nose with his thick mechanic fingers. Grandpa whose skin is like rubber. I carry him to the ground. Robert Hoekman Jr thinks you … Continue reading ROBERT HOEKMAN JR.: See How Much It Weighs (My Father in the Rain, pt. 3) →