Send Moon Pics!!! - A Werewolf Short
Ba-Ding! Wh-what? My phone's all lit up. I roll over and pick it up. One new text. It's 4AM, who the fuck is texting me now. I look in the messages. Unknown number, one message: "Send moon pics!!" ...what? I reply. "Can't your ass see...
Ira's Painting
The air is sweet with the tweeting of birds and the soft, friendly rustle of grass. In the lushous garden, Ira Greene sits before an easel and a large canvass. They sit dressed in their sparkling pink mankini and fluffy pink legwarmers. The wolf muses...
A Sweet October Night
Thomas stirred in bed. It looked like another uneasy night. The banging from the plumbing had gotten worse day on day with no end in sight. It wasn't a problem during the day, but at night the temperature would dwindle and the pipes would start to...
The Fate of Frank Wright
I awoke to find myself on a riverbank. It was comfortable, the grass was soft, but I ached all over. I must have been out having a good time. I staggered to my feet and looked down at my figure. Was this my suit? "Was" being the optimum term. There...
Victor Tremblay in - Paper Blood
March 18th, 1980 I awoke. The room was dark. Moonlight bled through the window blinds, casting shadows throughout the bedroom. The phone rang on the table next to me and I could feel my partner, Charles, stirring. Picking up the phone, I was met with...
Ride of a Lifetime
Lukas slicked back his mullet with the water from the basin and looked at himself in the mirror. The possum gave himself a final check over, noting his two rear teeth which poked out around the top of his muzzle, the holes in his ear lobes where his...
Signalbox
"...and here are the emergency override switches for the level crossing," Frank explained. "Barriers closed, barriers open, and this one sets the signals on either side of the crossing to danger." The tiger pointed to three switches in turn. Janet...
Victor Tremblay in - Snowed Inn
January 12th 1988 Winter was particularly cold in north Idaho and we were right up against the border with Canada. Hotel stays without Charles were rough. But they were good pay, and that was what we needed most. This was an old place. Cozy,...
The Hadfield Robbery
The date was the 20th of August 1998. Manchester Piccadilly railway station sat in near perfect silence. The sky was still dark and all that could be heard was the sound of mechanical clocks, a dull buzz from the lethal electrical cables dangling from...