Retiring at Last_Loup-Garou_Escaping Bloodlust_Stereotypical Introspection
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Retiring at Last
Inside a decrepit apartment building in a boring town in a questionably-existent territory sat an old man. He covered what remained of his hair with a dark green flat cap and when attempting to stand upright, his spine declined to cooperate and his head stuck out in front of his chest. He sat in front of a television playing the travel channel. The oceans of a Hawaiian beach repeatedly swallowed up a few feet of shore before spitting it out again. He had dreamed of sitting there, unemployed and carefree, for as long as he could remember. As his eyelids drifted shut and that faraway world consu...
Loup-Garou
10 years earlier'“How do I know it worked?” asked Henry quizzically“Just wait a few moments and you will have everything you’ve ever wanted.” growled Muhtal his sinister smirk seemed to grow more malevolent by the secondBefore Henry could ask any more questions, a searing pain scorched his body; a pain filled howl ripped from his throat. Henry looked down at his hands, his hands grew larger, his nails became dangerously sharp claws! The pain overtook his body, he sank clumsily to his knees; Henry looked up at the genie, his eyes grew wide with pleading. Muhtal began to shriek with laughter as ...
Escaping Bloodlust
As he walked to check the mailbox, his incisors ached from disuse. He ran his tongue over the tip of each one, their points had dulled from eating the apple pie his neighbor had brought him. As he reached his mailbox, he saw Fred watering his azaleas. John thought he was obnoxiously proud of them, although they were nice. He raised his hand in an awkward wave; as much as he disliked Fred, his azaleas, and his overcooked apple pie, he felt obligated to be nice to the man across the hedge. As he thought about Fred’s overcooked apple pie, he realized he was still staring into the pools of indigo ...
Stereotypical Introspection
Stereotypical Introspection“Howard!” “What?” “You going out tonight?” “NO!” “Why not?”They ask the same question every year, and I give them the same answer. What is so special about this one night? Does one day or night, a week, month, year, century, really make a difference, after you are dead? Faces change, people fear differing things, but fear doesn’t drastically change the emotion elicited, or the reaction invoked. Take Jeremy fowww.onedoor.ccr instance. He is one of those wanting to know, why I don’t care about going out tonight, playing my part, doing my duty as he sees it. It wasn’t even a year ago...