Anomaly_Monsters of New Madrid: Event 149_Why Can't Women?_Dog Eat Dog
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Anomaly
Song, and the joy of song, composed most of Camran's first memory. The full, silver moon hung low in a sky speckled with stars, and the light reflected off the black, brown, gray, and white throats of his pack. Normally human but now in the forms of half-breed wolves, the BehnKailev Clan howled their monthly Gathering's harmonized chorus toward Heaven. From high, piping wails to bone-deep moans and every sound in-between, not a single note rang sour as the guardians of the montane Rebirth Forest wove a song of thanks, promise, and supplication to their God. They were the stewards of their land...
Monsters of New Madrid: Event 149
[The Exhort's back story can be found at https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/rohzpj/]On shore, it looked like an enormous, dirty gray tarp, discarded and collapsed onto itself. The muddy waters of the Mississippi lapped at its edges, stiffening them in the ice-cold January current and causing steam to rise from the unholy-looking flesh. Hiding behind a nearby pier, Cole Miles -- who knew what it was -- urgently whispered to his younger brother, Jarod, “Go get Mom. Hurry!”Upon arrival, Lily Miles surveyed the detritus that had washed ashore. “Kids, get to the house. NOW!” Her eyes frantically s...
Why Can't Women?
Anna watched as her mother put a long banner looking like a tie. It went around her shoulder diagonally that said, "Women's Rights ". Anna, age 10, wanted www.onedoor.ccto ask her mother what that meant but before she could ask, her mother gave her a kiss and ran out the door. "Father, where did mother go? Why is she in such a rush?" Anna asked her dad. "She went to a meeting to discuss women's rights with people who have the same thoughts as her. I would've gone if I could but I will be staying home with you today," her father answered. "What's the meeting for?" Anna asked. "It is to discuss the unfairness...
Dog Eat Dog
“So it was all a lie. I fell into your little trap. Now what?” He held the gun to her head. His henchmen circled her, eagerly palming their own Glocks. The warehouse was nestled between an old decommissioned tobacco factory on the Southside and the newly minted ‘St. Bernadine Dog Park’ that closed at sunset, almost two hours ago. She chose this spot because it has two exits, each currently guarded by one of Macguire’s armed brutes, and a large skylight overhead. “Well,” she said, adjusting the collar of her favorite burgundy trench coat. A gift from an old friend. She gave off a practiced nonc...