Baby Angel April 9, 2021

Growling

He’d been…huge. Yeah, I know, that’s what she said. But that really wasn’t the time for jokes. He was large and thick, his breathing pushing away the closest tables he hadn’t crushed during his change. If I hadn’t watched it happen, I wouldn’t have even known it was him.

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The Thief April 6, 2021

The Italian

“I’ll be there in five.” He hung up before I could say anything. Before I could really start to enjoy my sub, the bell over the door rang, and a large man dropped into the chair in front of me. He sighed as if his entire life depended on the meal in front of him, and I smiled wider. I leaned back and sipped on my coffee, giving him a few minutes to enjoy. You don’t get between an Italian and their food.

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Ocean Protector April 3, 2021

Ghosts From the Past, part I

I curled up on the cushions in front of the steerage. Even in the lockdown, the music of the city rang true, and I could feel the magic drawing me forward. I knew, intrinsically, that I had made the right decision in coming to New Orleans, even if the city was not my favourite place. I closed my eyes, wrapped myself around the pillows like a tiny dragon clutching her hoard, and fell asleep.

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Demon of the Crossroads March 31, 2021

The Last Rites of Ramone Alvarez

I scoff at his attempt to justify his actions. Hadn’t I attempted to justify my actions when I was alive? I honestly think all the hellbound souls do it. It’s how they sleep at night without being plagued by nightmares. It’s how they quell their consciences. What they don’t know and what they find out, as I did, is that they killed that fucking cricket. They only imagine it’s still there on their shoulder, whispering in their ear.

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The Thief March 26, 2021

The Morning After

I have a love/hate relationship with crowds. I love how easily you can get lost in them but I hate having so many people so close to me. My therapist said it was because I couldn’t control the situation or anyone else around me. He’s probably right. I do have a slight issue with control but I already knew that, so I fired him and ate street tacos for the next month. There’s really no better comfort food combination than taco and whiskey.

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Astral Witch March 23, 2021

An Unexpected Visitor

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open at the man standing before me. He hadn’t changed in five years. He still had the same chocolate brown glance, the wavy brown hair, and the smile that made his eyes dance. The same man who had left me standing at the altar because he had to chase an important story. It was because of him that I had sworn off men forever.

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Haunted Hunter March 22, 2021

The Big Move

I knew just then that this was the place for me. My first exposure to Native Americans was when I was eleven. Grandfather had me reading The Last of the Mohicans along with a grueling eight-week practice course with spears and hatchets. The book was brilliant, and I was instantly hooked. I could not get enough, so I kept reading whatever I could find. I was fascinated with their way of life and often fancied myself as one of them.

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Ocean Protector March 19, 2021

A Strange Homecoming, Part III

Valen let out a primal yell of joy, and I beamed up at him. I knew that even though I loved him, and he loved me, the likelihood that this union would go ahead would be slim to none. There were so many in the community who were against forward-thinking that it would be an uphill battle. I was not lying though, I would marry him, but I also knew that eventually, he would end up paired with someone in his own class, and I would be left alone. Why then did I say yes?

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Burn King March 18, 2021

Follow the White Rabbit

I snarl at him, my eyes lighting up with fire even as I feel the furnace within me erupt. A serpentine tongue of flame bursting from my mouth as I look up at him. I lick a stripe up his face as he lets loose a blood-curdling howl, his skin melting like candle wax.

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Baby Angel March 15, 2021

Silence

The sigh that slid through my being at the sound of his voice was expected but not forced. Herbie was my constant, even more so than my brother and sister. He was my best friend, and I hoped his reach was as long as I assumed. A hippie werewolf from New Orleans had to have friends everywhere, right?

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