werewolves and the kitchen sink.
8. Hemotoxic venom. Those words came to me as I used the couch to pull myself to my knees. A weekend spent watching a Fatal Attractions marathon on Animal Planet had taught me about hemotoxic venom. It screws up blood clotting and causes organ degeneration and tissue damage. It acts on the heart and cardiovascular... Continue Reading →
7. I debated my options: punt the little sideshow attraction like a football or let it jump me and then snap its neck. The creature quickly closed in. I readied my leg for kickoff. Then there was an explosion and the lizard baby's head disappeared in a cloud of green-tinted pink mist. I clapped my hands... Continue Reading →
6. I reached Jennifer's house in six minutes. Her Prius was in the driveway. Her neighborhood was a mix of residential styles, everything from a McMansion to a battered single wide trailer; her own house was a seventies-era brick ranch that sat between a double wide trailer and an empty lot. I pulled in behind the Prius.... Continue Reading →
5. The lust for him vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving in its wake fear and disgust. Fear usually leads to a fight-or-flight response; being a werewolf, I don't have much flight in me. I was close enough to his throat to sink my teeth in--still sharp, even if they sort of looked human--and... Continue Reading →
4. I put the reptile smell away and focused on getting to Music Macaw's in the hopes of finding out more about Jennifer Malone's mystery man. The Oceanview Hotel was a bit swankier than its tourist trap name implied; the lobby was black leather and stainless steel and marble floors, a far cry from the... Continue Reading →
3. David Mercer answered his cell on the fifth ring, which didn't help my mood any. I skipped past the pleasantries and proceeded to chew out my on-again, off-again, currently way off, boyfriend. "Did you even talk to Malone before giving her my number?" "Of course I did," he said evenly. "How do you think she got your number?"... Continue Reading →
2. I told her to start at the beginning. She picked up another breadstick and tortured it while she told me the tale. She'd had a bad work day, a worse work week. There was no one waiting for her at home. Her friends had plans for the weekend, and she was staring at two whole days... Continue Reading →
Holiday treat time! I thought I'd experiment with something that Charles Dickens and Stephen King have done: publish a story in installment form, a chapter at a time. Well, I'll be blog-publishing it, but you get the idea. A chapter per post! Over a course of-- I have no idea. I'm flying by the seat... Continue Reading →
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