The Werewolf and the School Bus – 8

  It was three-oh-two in the morning when I heard the patio door slide open. I took a deep sniff to confirm it was Paget, and then clicked off the iPad. I had been reading The Circle by Dave Eggers, and I was mildly irritated that he had interrupted me before I had reached the... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf and the School Bus – 6

The dark, skinny something was a crowbar. I raised my left arm, stopping it from caving in my face, but causing it to break my forearm instead. I screamed in pain. Paget raised it, brought it down again. I twisted, took the blow on my shoulder. My shoulder flared hot, then went numb. My left... Continue Reading →

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