Bryan: TF type categories, title template

2007-08-12T04:14:03Z

TF type categories, title template

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	[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Bob Stein]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Mortal Danger}}		[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Bob Stein]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Mythical]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Mortal Danger}}
	~~'''~~Mortal Danger~~''' by~~ Bob Stein		{{title\|title=Mortal Danger\|author=Bob Stein\|user=Posti}}

	“Ramming speed!” Brian grinned as he and Eric drifted towards the center of a second canoe manned by Bob and Chip. Although the four were definitely improving after an hour of paddling, they still had maneuvering problems every now and then. At least this particular branch was free of the noisy paddleboats and Jon boats with fishermen. Fallen trees created an effective blockade at the entrance, but they had managed to slip between the branches in the narrow canoes.		“Ramming speed!” Brian grinned as he and Eric drifted towards the center of a second canoe manned by Bob and Chip. Although the four were definitely improving after an hour of paddling, they still had maneuvering problems every now and then. At least this particular branch was free of the noisy paddleboats and Jon boats with fishermen. Fallen trees created an effective blockade at the entrance, but they had managed to slip between the branches in the narrow canoes.

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2007-08-01T03:55:51Z

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	'''Mortal Danger''' by Bob Stein		'''Mortal Danger''' by Bob Stein

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	Bob was a bit puzzled as he looked around. He’d been here just a few weeks ago with some kids, and thought they had covered all the different parts of the waterway. This certainly didn’t look familiar. He couldn’t quite put a finger on what was different, but then, he wasn’t exactly an outdoors type. Must have missed this branch last time.		Bob was a bit puzzled as he looked around. He’d been here just a few weeks ago with some kids, and thought they had covered all the different parts of the waterway. This certainly didn’t look familiar. He couldn’t quite put a finger on what was different, but then, he wasn’t exactly an outdoors type. Must have missed this branch last time.

	It was certainly longer than the others they had paddled down. Up until now, the canals had quickly ended at picnic spots or hiking trails. There was no indication that this one ended at all, even though they had been on it for some time. Well, at $3 per hour, the rental would hardly kill them. And it was relaxing. However, even in the midst of nature, nature sometimes calls.		It was certainly longer than the others they had paddled down. Up until now, the canals had quickly ended at picnic spots or hiking trails. There was no indication that this one ended at all, even though they had been on it for some time. Well, at $3 per hour, the rental would hardly kill them. And it was relaxing. However, even in the midst of nature, nature sometimes calls.

	“Uh, guys?” Brian seemed a bit embarrassed. “I need to make a pit stop.”		“Uh, guys?” Brian seemed a bit embarrassed. “I need to make a pit stop.”
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	As the two disappeared into the brush, Eric and Bob briefly considered paddling just out of sight. Unfortunately, the joke was more effort than it was worth. They ended up passing the time by watching swarms of water bugs flitting around the boats.		As the two disappeared into the brush, Eric and Bob briefly considered paddling just out of sight. Unfortunately, the joke was more effort than it was worth. They ended up passing the time by watching swarms of water bugs flitting around the boats.

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	Brian was discovering that the wilderness wasn’t the most comfortable place to relieve himself. Some sort of big bugs kept buzzing around his head, prompting ineffectual shooing with his free hand. As he finished, one of the insects landed on his ear, and he instinctively swatted it. The action knocked his glasses off.		Brian was discovering that the wilderness wasn’t the most comfortable place to relieve himself. Some sort of big bugs kept buzzing around his head, prompting ineffectual shooing with his free hand. As he finished, one of the insects landed on his ear, and he instinctively swatted it. The action knocked his glasses off.
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	Cold fear cut through the blanket of instinct and animal thought. Brian grabbed the nosepiece in his mouth and bolted towards his friends. He had no doubt that the strange creatures were trying to affect his mind, to give him the thoughts of a raccoon to match his body. He'd often discussed the prospect of truly becoming an animal, and even figured it would be acceptable. Faced with the reality, he discovered that he was terrified of losing the memories and knowledge that made up his identity. Unless he could escape these faerie, Brian Eric Coe would cease to exist.		Cold fear cut through the blanket of instinct and animal thought. Brian grabbed the nosepiece in his mouth and bolted towards his friends. He had no doubt that the strange creatures were trying to affect his mind, to give him the thoughts of a raccoon to match his body. He'd often discussed the prospect of truly becoming an animal, and even figured it would be acceptable. Faced with the reality, he discovered that he was terrified of losing the memories and knowledge that made up his identity. Unless he could escape these faerie, Brian Eric Coe would cease to exist.

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	Chip looked around a bit before deciding on a suitable target. Sorta stupid, really. One tree was just as good as another when it came to draining the bladder. He felt a little strange taking a whiz in the open like this, but he knew he couldn't hold out until they got back to the park office. If anything, he barely contained himself until his shorts were clear. Relief was almost tangible, and he sighed deeply. Some trick of the wind seemed to echo the sound, stretching it out into a sensuous moan.		Chip looked around a bit before deciding on a suitable target. Sorta stupid, really. One tree was just as good as another when it came to draining the bladder. He felt a little strange taking a whiz in the open like this, but he knew he couldn't hold out until they got back to the park office. If anything, he barely contained himself until his shorts were clear. Relief was almost tangible, and he sighed deeply. Some trick of the wind seemed to echo the sound, stretching it out into a sensuous moan.
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	He began to shake uncontrollably, and tears ran unheeded down his cheeks. Oh, God! What had happened to him? Unable to rise on his partially transformed legs, Chip broke down and sobbed, making small bleating noises that only drove him deeper into despair.		He began to shake uncontrollably, and tears ran unheeded down his cheeks. Oh, God! What had happened to him? Unable to rise on his partially transformed legs, Chip broke down and sobbed, making small bleating noises that only drove him deeper into despair.

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	"Did you hear that?" Bob sat up in the canoe and looked towards the trees where Brian had vanished. "Sounded like a scream!"		"Did you hear that?" Bob sat up in the canoe and looked towards the trees where Brian had vanished. "Sounded like a scream!"
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	Curious, Eric turned the paddle over to look and dropped it with a cry. A dark, smoking form was embedded in the plastic blade, obviously the thing he'd hit. The body sizzled and bubbled, as if it were being eaten away by acid. At the same time, a sickeningly sweet odor filled the air. Eric felt the bile rise in his throat, and had to struggle to keep from throwing up. The raccoon stared at the carcass for a moment, and then chittered at him. Eric sighed. "If you're telling me we're in trouble, I'm inclined to agree."		Curious, Eric turned the paddle over to look and dropped it with a cry. A dark, smoking form was embedded in the plastic blade, obviously the thing he'd hit. The body sizzled and bubbled, as if it were being eaten away by acid. At the same time, a sickeningly sweet odor filled the air. Eric felt the bile rise in his throat, and had to struggle to keep from throwing up. The raccoon stared at the carcass for a moment, and then chittered at him. Eric sighed. "If you're telling me we're in trouble, I'm inclined to agree."

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	"Chip?" Holding the paddle up defensively, Bob slowly approached what looked to be the huddled form of his friend. He recognized the T-shirt and shorts, anyway. Even from a distance, it was obvious that something had happened. Most obviously, the man had shrunk. His T-shirt bagged on him like a tent. As he got closer, Bob realized that Chip's normally dark hair was pure white. "Chip? Can you talk?"		"Chip?" Holding the paddle up defensively, Bob slowly approached what looked to be the huddled form of his friend. He recognized the T-shirt and shorts, anyway. Even from a distance, it was obvious that something had happened. Most obviously, the man had shrunk. His T-shirt bagged on him like a tent. As he got closer, Bob realized that Chip's normally dark hair was pure white. "Chip? Can you talk?"
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	His friend made a final attempt to stand, and then nodded miserably. Luckily, his reduced size made him easy to lift. The formerly athletic man was about the size and build of a skinny 9 year-old, though the yellow-stained sexual equipment that Bob scrupulously tried not to look at belonged to no child. As he hefted Chip onto his shoulders, Bob wrinkled his nose at a heavy, musky odor. Then he hurried back towards the boats, trying to keep Chip's head out of the branches.		His friend made a final attempt to stand, and then nodded miserably. Luckily, his reduced size made him easy to lift. The formerly athletic man was about the size and build of a skinny 9 year-old, though the yellow-stained sexual equipment that Bob scrupulously tried not to look at belonged to no child. As he hefted Chip onto his shoulders, Bob wrinkled his nose at a heavy, musky odor. Then he hurried back towards the boats, trying to keep Chip's head out of the branches.

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	A low humming surrounded the small clearing where Chip and Brian waited, building in intensity. Both man and beast spun around nervously when Bob stumbled out of the woods. Eric stared at the strange-looking creature on his back. "Is that Chip? He looks like a goat!"		A low humming surrounded the small clearing where Chip and Brian waited, building in intensity. Both man and beast spun around nervously when Bob stumbled out of the woods. Eric stared at the strange-looking creature on his back. "Is that Chip? He looks like a goat!"

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2007-08-01T02:03:16Z

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