CeCePatterson

(Present) It has been a year since he had released Charmaine from the Cult’s influence. Nicolae, now lay on the moth, eaten bed of the old home the two of them once shared, as a tear fell from his eyes. He was used to being alone; he knew the pains of being alone. His promises fulfilled; the threat gone from Silent Hill. However, the thoughts of being alone during this time, his last hours alive, his thoughts played meeting the girl that grew into the woman that brought joy into his life. He closed his eyes with a smile. (Years Earlier) Charmaine a nine-year-old girl ran through the blistering hot realm as the sirens sang their songs of warning to enter the sanctuary of the church, the child ran faster as the sounds of metallic fans running came into earshot, fear caused her heart to beat as if it were going to burst from her chest, her legs sore from the constant running, but she knew she needed to keep running, she started something that she was dead set on finishing and that

Gabriel, an eighteen-year-old, had witnessed the shooting of his parents by an unknown man. The man then turned his weapon to Gabriel. Who stared at the man, waiting to die, waiting to live? The emptiness left him glaring at the glistening pistol barrel, his life the last thing he worried about. Looking at the killer, who glared at him with a look of mockery, pleased with his deeds, as he felt no feelings of remorse. Gabriel let out a sigh as the trigger was pulled. The sound of a loud thud from beside him caused him to realize that the pain that should have followed the gunshot was absent. Seeing the gun lying at his feet, in the corner of his eye, he saw the source of the sound, the large sitting room divider crushed under the impact he looked. He saw the man that had ended the lives of his family struggling with Leonard Shepherd, a man older than him by a few years. He looked to see the combating of the two men. Gabriel watched in shock as the fight between the two men ended with

As we all know November 1st is the start of NaNoWriMo month. And me being a writer for a hobby, you know I got to give this a try. I'm mega excited and nervous, by a lot. This NaNo is my very first one. Even if I can't make it to 50,000 words I'll be sad, but it won't stop me from taking part next year. It's just the feeling of getting to do something this awesome is just so amazing! :) The Lost Prophecy: The Last Stand story and deadline. Now me putting a deadline on a story is something I've always wanted to do, and for my very first NaNo I have decided to spend the next 30 days on the trilogy to the four novel story, December Dreams, and The Lost Prophecy are both complete yay! But Siren's Song: Where it all Begins and The Final Stand are both work in progress works. Since the revealing of December Dreams back in 2019 or 2020, I never imagined that I would have a series of this book, but having two written, and two in the works, I'm shocked lol. Deadline: I really hope to have The

The streets of the ghost town of Silent Hill seemed uneasy. It appeared the cleansing of Alessa Gillespie was taking place in the hotel once again. Yet Leonard knew that wasn't so. The atmosphere felt familiar to him as if he had witnessed this before. Though it had been years since he felt this level of loneliness, the hole left from it however breathed fresh life into old wounds. Feelings of hurt, and being scared, seemed to be crippling in this world where misery was a comrade. He looked at the surrounding realm. As the screams of a woman now filled the air. Screams of fear and great pain. They overpowered the roars of the metal fans. Leonard ran to the sound to find he now stood in front of the apartment that he called home. Fear caused his heart to pound in his chest. His thoughts raced with many questions. But the one that rang out more than others. 'Is Annette now the latest victim to the Cults.' With a heavy heart, he grasped the doorknob, jerking open the door. Waves of

I have been on a writing journey all this year. I have recently finished two Silent Hill short stories, one Final Fantasy 7 one shot that I just wanted to mess around with, a one shot with an introduction of sorts with my Kourtney Shepherd character, I am on the last chapter of my 17 chapter story of The Fatal Affair, as well as completing The Lost Prophecy. I'm really excited at the process that I have actually been able to achieve this year. I had aimed for a whole year word count of 30k words, but I have reached a total 100k in the months of January-June. What is that seven projects I've done, wow big accomplishment. :D

Graceona The sounds of the downpour pounding on the windows of the ShinRa Lodge were deafening, along with the silence of those who call it shelter from rains like this. They call it shelter. My heart and mind call it a prison. Rufus claims he wants to end the madness that the company has finally brought themselves to admit that they had large dealings with in bringing this world great grief and sadness. Though Rufus has come in terms with the fact, his wicked deeds however, still lurk in the core, the dark belly of this small lodge, SOLDIER members still roam the basements, but one SOLDIER the son of the man that helped end the war and bring the calm, a broken man, Vincent Valentine active AVALANCHE member and former TURK for this business, though the words former come from his lips his reasons for his life to this point still haunt his very being, his son a man three years my senior was brought here after the War near death, now a valued member of those around us. His body the

Yazoo Loz and I found Leonard walking through town. Running after him, he turned his head, stopping as we caught up with him. Once we did, we started walking again. “So, Leonard? Where are you meeting, Vincent?” He looked at me. “Vincent takes Kourtney to the bar for lunch.” I watched as he massaged his wounded wrist. With a sigh, he turned away from me. Five minutes later, we reached the bar and entered. On the way to Vincent, Kourtney saw us, running towards us. She got to Leonard, stopping in front of him. “Daddy! You’re here.” He bent down and embraced her. “Hey, kitten, did you and Vincent have a great time?” “Yep! I told him about my new toys.” Leonard looked at her. “I’ll wager that was fun.” “Leonard, how are you?” I saw Vincent standing with Leonard. “Good.” “I’ve got stuff to do, so I can’t see you tonight. You should use that time to get rest.” “Alright.” Vincent put a hand on the shoulder of Leonard, leaving us alone. “Let us return home. Have

Leonard I stared out the large window of my home, the paper in my hand an eyesore. My biggest rival. Plans to tear down Shepherd Manor and build a massive bank. It wasn't the fact that he wanted to tear down my child-hood home that boiled my blood. The problem I have is he was building another bank in my town, on my turf. Shepherd Manor, considered history to my brother and me. Also, the fact that he wants to build a bank on my property. That didn't sit well with me at all. I had worked and earned everything that I have; I didn't buy my way in with my daddy's bank account. I had everything a man would need a growing business, more money than I know what to do with, a beautiful girlfriend that I had well tamed. I wanted it all after the death of my mother, and ten years later. I have it all. I am the face of this town. I am the one who has succeeded with hard work, determination and being wise with my money. The thoughts of some pretty boy with daddy issues trying to make a name for