"You need a bodyguard," Osaze said, folding his hands on the lunchroom table.
"He's right," Sampson said in between bites of his pizza slice.
"Do either of you want the job?" Larry asked, poking a claw tip at his fish filet sandwich.
"Being your...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Jackal, Novella
"It's okay," Larry said, the inside of his feathered ears felt flush with embarrassment. Everyone had their eyes on him now, and he felt awkward.
Sampson gripped Larry's shoulder. "Yeah, you be sure to knock me down, Freddy. Scabs are sexy."
Larry...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Novella
Daniel Grant, patriarch of the family. was tall, regal, and had the airs of a professional, even when dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt with the slogan _All This AND Brains Too!_ His emerald-green eyes never missed any details and while they couldn't...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Novella, Serial
"Courtland was going to beat you up?" Sampson said.
"If Plato wasn't there, I would've been a pulped gryphon," Larry said.
Sampson's eyes flicked back and forth from the road to Larry. "Huh! I wouldn't have hired Plato as your bodyguard. I thought he...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Novella, Serial
"Sorry I'm late, Mister Kimbrell," Larry said as he entered the classroom. He felt the weight of everyone's eyes as he approached his desk. "I had to really go to the bathroom." It was the truth, even if it wasn't all of the truth.
Mister Kimbrell, a...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Minotaur, Novella, Serial
"You let him go first, Courtland," a soft voice replied.
Once free of the foo dog's claws, Larry scrambled away to what he hoped was a safe distance.
The minotaur from the hallway held Courtland's wrist in what must have been a painful angle, given...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Minotaur, Novella, Serial, foo dog
"Oh, really?" said Sampson, smirking. "Which team is it?"
"He's going to say basketball," Larry said.
Osaze nodded. "The shrimpy one is correct." A sly grin began to form on his long, slender muzzle. "We basketball players are a...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Jackal, Novella, Serial, foo dog
Larry crouched as the striker closed in on him. He wanted to flex his wings out of nervous habit, but the clips that pinned them to his back wouldn't budge. Rules were rules.
Suddenly the striker kicked the ball towards the goal, and Larry lunged to...
Graveyard Greg, Novella, Soccer, Teenagers, mythology
Sampson patted Larry on the leg. The touch made the gryphon's heart race, and he felt an almost electrical current rush through his spine. "Well, I'm glad I got some company. Nobody else trusts my driving."
"You just got it a couple weeks ago."
"And...
Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Highschool, Novella, mythology
Larry rolled his eyes. "As if. You know I'd beat you up."
"Maybe in Fantasyland you would." Freddy winked up at Larry, then saw Sampson. "Hey, Sampson. Where's your mutt? I'm hungry."
Sampson's mouth opened in shock as he looked at Larry, his eyes...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Novella, larry
"Congrats on the win Saturday, Larry," Osaze said as the gryphon approached the lockers.
"Thanks! Were you there?"
Osaze smiled down at Larry, which was easy for him to do since he was close to seven feet tall. "Yup. I saw you block that goal like a...
Fiction, Graveyard Greg, Gryphon, Jackal, Novella
Somehow Courtland's eyes grew even wider than when Larry had his misunderstood outburst. "No! You can't do that, Coach! My dad'll kill me! Please, he'll take me off the football team for sure!"
Coach Bowling's expression softened for a moment--long...
Graveyard Greg, Novella