Recent stories in teens-in-trenchcoats 2000-03-02T05:32:28+00:00 http://www.lnhq.info/archives/+atom/teens-in-trenchcoats /img/lnh-icon.png" /img/lnh-icon.png" PicoCMS http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/8 2000-03-02T05:32:28+00:00 2000-03-02T05:32:28+00:00 Ben Rawluk Flicker. As early morning sunlight flooded in, and Luke felt himself <br/> pulled toward the land of the Waking, there were dream-like splashes of <br/> colour cascading along the insides of his eyelids like this and this and <br/> this: Ravencroft (so pretty so perfect with hair that isn't really hair but <br/> feathers plucked from the wings of ravens and rammed right into her scalp <br/> without pain) stepping lightly down a hallway that has no smell, hips <br/> swaying and eyes like big black pools (and he is seeing the world from <br/> Ravencroft's eyes and is perhaps Ravencroft herself).<br/> And Ravencroft (Luke) reaches a mirror and sink at the end of this long <br/> hallway, regarding herself (himself) in the mirror. Ravencroft is in <br/> control. She knows the score. She doesn't need the mirror. She doesn't need <br/> the sink. She maintains herself with ease. And she smiles a smile like light <br/> off of razor blades in the middle of spring (and in the haze Luke doesn't <br/> remember ever smiling like<br/> ... http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/7 1999-10-05T01:52:22+00:00 1999-10-05T01:52:22+00:00 Ben Rawluk <p>=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Blue Light Productions presents: TEENS IN TRENCHCOATS episode seven, &quot;Weakness,&quot; by Ben Rawluk, with special thanks to Jen Whitson. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Soundtrack - Ravencroft: &quot;Cruel,&quot; by Tori Amos. Dust: &quot;Grave Mentor,&quot; by Delerium. Winterthorne: &quot;Datura,&quot; by Tori Amos. Emily: &quot;Trans Fatty Acid,&quot; by Lamb. Luke: &quot;Only Happy When It Rains,&quot; by Garbage. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ...</p> http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/6 1999-09-24T21:16:40+00:00 1999-09-24T21:16:40+00:00 Ben Rawluk A garden.<br/> It seemed real; Emily could feel the grass underfoot, she wanted to <br/> take off her shoes and feel it between her toes. The air - there was a hint <br/> of cinnamon to it, drifting into her nostrils like magic. Magic. How, she <br/> thought to herself, could there be a garden in the middle of LNHQ?<br/> There were roses. Huge bushes of them, springing from the tilled earth. <br/> Orchids, of all varieties, staring down at her. Trees everywhere - the <br/> walls, she realized, were obscured by them. Soil. Grass. Flowers. Trees. <br/> Emily almost hyperventilated.<br/> "Hello."<br/> Emily shot out of her reverie, almost jumping into the air as the voice <br/> spoke. "Gah!" She turned, and there he stood: a thin figure, with skin like <br/> ice and eyes like diamonds. A haystack of platinum hair, and teeth like <br/> needles. He wore a flannel shirt and sensible jeans, with gardening gloves. <br/> The figure smiled, and bowed his head. "I see you've found my garden."<br/> ... http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/5 1999-08-24T21:14:07+00:00 1999-08-24T21:14:07+00:00 Ben Rawluk An evil stalked Net.ropolis.<br/> The Demon Nalhoc fluttered out of the alleyway, his eyes ablaze. A set <br/> of small, leathery wings flapped up and down, holding him on the wind <br/> currents. Nalhoc felt /awful/. Why didn't anyone with any kind of <br/> imagination ever summon him? Forced out into a city peopled by /heroes/. How <br/> was he expected to get anything done?<br/> The old fool hadn't been very specific, of course - mortals never were. <br/> There was always a loophole. His gnarled face, Nalhoc could see it now - <br/> contorted into a look and abject terror. There was always a loophole, and he <br/> would find it. He would feed on the man's soul, drawing power from him. And <br/> he would be free to roam the Earth at will - feeding. The joy. He would <br/> decide when he wanted to return to the nether realms. He wouldn't have to be <br/> alone.<br/> Nalhoc looked back and forth; he was cloaked in shadows. The mortals <br/> would be of no use to them if they /knew/ he was there. The magi wanted hi<br/> ... http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/4 1999-08-01T16:59:45+00:00 1999-08-01T16:59:45+00:00 Ben Rawluk [Authorial Pre-amble: Gruuuuumble. Email Gods - who needs them. I even sent <br/> the post to myself first before I posted, to make sure it would come out all <br/> right. Next time, I'm breaking out the sacrificing knives!]<br/> <br/> -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=<br/> Blue Light Productions Presents,<br/> TEENS IN TRENCHCOATS<br/> episode the fourth,<br/> "She knows where she stands with night,"<br/> written by Ben Rawluk<br/> -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=<br/> <br/> This is what happened.<br/> It was on a particular day, for all days are particular when something <br/> happens. It was downtown, in the part of town where fashionable shops and <br/> ... http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/3 1999-07-15T22:25:32+00:00 1999-07-15T22:25:32+00:00 Ben Rawluk <p>[Author's pre-ramble. Grr. Hopefully a second posting won't cause any problems, but be easier to read since I've broken up the paragraphs. I want to know what God I offended. Next episode'll be better suited to this style of paragraph breakup. Grr.]</p> <p>Demons! They were a horde if there ever was one - a hundred deep, each more despicable than the last. Writhing tentacles, magically-large bladders, hundreds upon hundreds of teeth in every gaping maw, every orifice...</p> <p>[&quot;We get the point...&quot;]</p> <p>Yeah. And the breath! Methane pouring out of everything! I think trenchcoaters must have to run around with big fire extinguishers filled with mouthwash, to deal with the things. I guess that's what the smell of evil is... ...</p> http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/2 1999-02-24T22:20:32+00:00 1999-02-24T22:20:32+00:00 Ben Rawluk [Author's Note: This is Attempt #2, hope it actually pans out this time. <br/> Damn Hotmail. Anyone have any Computer Karma they'd be willing to lend <br/> me? - Ben.]<br/> <br/> "Let's get smiting?"<br/> Emily stared in disbelief, her brown trenchcoat billowing in a sudden <br/> draft. She was not staring at the Hordes of Righteous Demonic Evil, not <br/> at the flowing tendrils or teeth. She was staring at her brother, a <br/> short, slim teenager. And yes, he was wearing goth makeup. Look, it's a <br/> viable fashion choice, all right? Standard, he would say, demon hunting <br/> gear. Right down to the black trenchcoat that was a size too big for <br/> him. "Well," mumbled Luke, looking down at the floor and momentarily <br/> forgetting the demonic Hordes.<br/> "I refuse to banish that Horde if you're going to run around saying <br/> things like 'let's get smiting.' Especially if it's in that horrible, <br/> ... http://www.lnhq.info/archives/teens-in-trenchcoats/1 1998-12-05T04:14:39+00:00 1998-12-05T04:14:39+00:00 Ben Rawluk Rings of smoke drifted obtrusively through the air. The warehouse was <br/> cold, the windows shattered and the winter air drifting in. Emily pulled <br/> her trenchcoat close around her; the single reason she was thankful for <br/> it. To be honest, she didn't really see the point of wearing the thing, <br/> but Luke had insisted and she figured she might as well play along. She <br/> waved her hand in front of her face, deflecting the smoke. "Why do you <br/> have to smoke, exactly?"<br/> "Tradition," said Luke. He stood a few metres away from where Emily <br/> sat. Emily watched her brother take a long drag off the cigarette as she <br/> pulled her red hair back into a ponytail, idly. "We have to look the <br/> part, after all."<br/> "I didn't think demon hunters had to look a certain way," Emily said. <br/> "Although, the trenchcoat's warm." Luke shrugged, his unremarkable <br/> shoulders enhanced somewhat by the black trenchcoat he had slung on. A <br/> few moments passed in silen<br/> ...