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Submitted to Contest #272
How a werewolf ends up at a mostly human birthday party on the night of the full moon is beyond me. Yet, here I am, surrounded by normal humans as if tonight wasn't the singular most dangerous night of the month. Admittedly, my friend Tesha is probably to blame, the extrovert. She sits across the table from me, sipping blood from her trendy Stanley tumbler like she hasn't a care in the world. And maybe she doesn't. After all, she isn’t the one liable to sprout fur and claws at a moment’s notice. This is what happens, I think, when an introve...
Submitted to Contest #269
Summers were spent at Grandpa’s old farmhouse and running through heated fields of wheat and grass. Grandpa would spend sun-up to sundown in the fields or around the barn and us kids were expected to entertain ourselves. We would run through the fields, buzzing and jumping along with the insects that abounded in the summer months. And on the rare occasion that it would rain, we would spend those days up in the attic, exploring old trunks and boxes that had layers of dust coating them.Julia and Hayden had already hurried to lunch, called down...
Submitted to Contest #232
Stories were told of a land where there was light, bright rays of warmth that speared the sky. Myths of when the lady moon would dance across the night sky, forever leading her lover, the sun, on a merry chase and how the sun would warm the day with his love for his forbidden lady. Those stories were told to children as they lay tucked in their parent’s arms, memorizing the feel of the warmth and protection found there. She remembered those tales of wild gods and creatures of night that danced across frozen planes of ice and stillness. She r...
Submitted to Contest #230
“Flying ducks, what is this, the zoo?” Margo whispered, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her mobile phone. She was perched carefully on the edge of her desk, back against the wall. Her business partner furrowed his eyebrows and studied her with interest. Margo didn’t curse but even this was taking it a bit far, he felt. Still, Margo tended to be quiet unless she truly had something to say and so he waited for her to continue, silently guessing what she was thinking. Toby waited and waited and still Margo typed away, not acknowledgin...
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