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Small Town Blues Ch. 6

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I’m pretty peeved right now, and it’s got me tempted to be a total leadfoot as I drive into town. On the other hand, swerving into the parking lot of the local constabulary at thirty miles over the speed limit would probably raise a few eyebrows that I don’t particularly need raised. When I finally … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 6

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Small Town Blues Ch. 5

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*CRACKLE* “I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT TO PAINT IT BLACK…” Pain. Pain in the head. And the groin, but mostly the head. Made worse by the clock-radio’s shrieking declaration of its love for the darker portions of the color palette. I grope around to my left until I finally chance upon the … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 5

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Small Town Blues Ch. 4

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*Click-shhhhhhh…* The not-quite-cold-enough beer can hisses in protest at being opened too early and half-heartedly spits out a blob of foam that threatens to run over its edge and onto the table before I catch it. Slurping through the foamy head at the top of the can I eventually hit liquid beer and then keep … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 4

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Small Town Blues Ch. 2

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*CRACKLE* “IN THE SUMMERTIME WHEN THE WEATHER IS HIGH YOU CAN STRETCH RIGHT UP AND TOUCH THE SKY. WHEN THE WEATHER’S FINE YOU GOT WOMEN YOU GOT WOMEN ON YOUR MIN-“ My hand comes down on the alarm clock with enough force to render a lesser appliance into slag. “AAAAAUUUUUUGH” I groan up at the … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 2

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Bachelorsville, Texas- Chapter 3: The Good Book

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She has her textbook sized artbook out. I notice a stylized black rose on the cover before she opens it to the picture of the buxom woman with feline ears, bat wings and a scorpion-like tail that I had seen earlier.

“Seru was an Imperial Alchemist with the royal court of Vamore before I annexed the kingdom. Now she’s a confident and clever Manticore….”

“Manic Ore?”

“Manticore.” Mari corrects. “A beast whose cunning, beauty and lust rivals even that of my lilim sisters.”

She turns the page and I’m greeted by the striking image of a woman with charcoal grey flesh, wolf’s ears and an eye with dark sclera similar to Mari’s. In her portrait, she seems to be looking at me with a toothy grin, complete with even sharper and more prominent canines than Mari. There appeared to be a mane of dark fur around her neck

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Bachelorsville, Texas- Chapter 2: The Vixen Approaches

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As I look behind me to see if Mari is following, I’m startled as I turn and see a dark shadow racing along the ground suddenly enveloping me. It’s Mari- she’s gliding down off of the rock with her wings spread and back to the sun, swooping right in on me with a wide grin. For a second, she looks like something out of a Bram Stoker novel. I reflexively stumble a few feet backwards.

“Shit! She was just play-acting as this confused, free-spirited traveller so I’d let my guard down!” is my first thought as I absently reach for a rather empty spot along my belt before realizing that I left the .357 back in the truck.

Mari hit the ground and took two running strides towards me before slowing up. However, instead of

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Crying Wolf- Chapter 5: Diamond Dogs

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We got to the ballpark a little early, but the parking lot was already starting to fill up.

I did have a little bottle of sunscreen that I kept in the truck and applied it to my arms and neck as soon as we got out.

“Hang on a sec-” I caution Talia. For the occasion, the wolf-girl was wearing the Sea Wolves jersey I gave her and a pair of shorts. Without giving her any warning, I daubed a little sunblock on the tip of her nose as she scowled at me.

“Don’t look at me like that….” I chuckle. “Unless you want to put it on all by yourself and get it all smeared into your fur.”

I apply a little more to her cheeks and forehead before rubbing it in. Talia’s chortling now.

“What? Does that tickle?”

“Oh that’s not it.” Talia says innocently. “Here I am out in public with you insisting on putting a sticky white cream all over my face in front of everyone, you pervert.”

“And I thought MY mind was in the gutter.” I say as I move around to take care of the back of her neck. Her hair is just long enough that she needs to hold it up when I’m applying the last of the sunscreen.

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