werewolves and the kitchen sink.

The Werewolf and the Bullets – 4

I stumbled. I managed to keep my balance, but dropped the phone. When I bent over to pick it up, I felt light-headed, so I knelt instead. I scooped it … Continue reading

04/05/2015 · Leave a comment

The Werewolf and the Bullets – 3

What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead. I sat on the bank, my back against a tree that┬áleaned over the creek. I wrung out my socks while … Continue reading

02/27/2015 · Leave a comment

The Werewolf and the Bullets – 2

    Sensation returns first. Physical warmth. Pain. I’m aware that I’m floating, that I’m wet . . . no, that’s not right. I’m actually in water. Submerged. I can’t … Continue reading

02/12/2015 · Leave a comment

The Werewolf and the Bullets – 1

An hour ago, I was sitting in my cruiser, sipping tepid coffee and fighting sleep. Now, I’m crouching neck-deep in tepid swamp water, ignoring mosquitoes and trying to stay quiet. … Continue reading

02/03/2015 · Leave a comment

James Dean’s car . . . of DEATH!!!

Originally posted on grafiklit:
live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse. done! The first victim of the┬áJames Dean Death Car was Dean himself. On September 30, 1955, thirteen…

01/14/2015 · Leave a comment

Why yes, I am still alive.

In case you were wondering. Since November of year last, I have completed a semester of college (in real estate studies), continued remodeling my home, obtained part-time employment at my … Continue reading

01/14/2015 · Leave a comment

The Werewolf and the Pizza Hut – 16

David splashed to a stop beside me, his gun drawn and aimed at Marco, who’d popped to the surface in front of the plate-glass window. His back was to us, … Continue reading

11/10/2014 · Leave a comment

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