Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 07-10-2013
Ty Gordon threw open the door, irritated that the knocking had interrupted one of his shows. A burly man holding a familiar dog kennel stood on the landing. “Mr Gordon,” the stranger said slowly and carefully, “we found the dog you abandoned in the woods today. Your address is written in Sharpie on the bottom of the carrier.” Ty sneered and shrugged, preparing to shut the door. “You from the Humane Society?” An enormous hand moved to hold the door open, the nails impossibly long and sharp. “She’s fine, Mr Gordon, although it’s unlikely you care. She and her unborn puppies are safe and well-looked-after. And, no, I’m not from any humane organization. I’ve come to talk about the consequences of cruelty and abandonment; after that, I’ll be on my way.” Ty noticed that the stranger’s eyes had changed from brown to orange then yellow, and there were other shapes moving in the yard just beyond the full moon’s light.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 13-08-2013
The moon shined down on the 2, 4, and other-legged alike, but had to confess a certain affection for the ones who changed from 2 to 4 when she was full. Their lives were all so dry and dull and somewhat pointless until the change; she enjoyed answering their calls to be set free (even if it turned them a bit unpredictable and even violent). “The Sun can keep his solar flares and his pathetic ability to tan you at the beach; I know what you need, my children,” she whispered. A blue moon was coming and she was going to make that count.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 02-07-2013
Amanda noticed him right away: long, dark hair, caramel-colored eyes. Handsome. They always were. She’d danced with the devil then, letting him buy her a drink and wearing his jacket so that he’d have her scent. Amanda had almost let the werewolf kiss her goodbye, but then thought the better of it. The next night, she sat under the light of the full moon pouring in through her bedroom window and loaded her gun with silver bullets. She would see yellow eyes at the gate any time now. “Midnight and ready for crazy,” Amanda whispered, clicking the safety off.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 25-06-2013
They lined up, congratulating Rex on his presentation, praising his strong handling of the facts in a straightforward and accessible way; his boss was the first to shake his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jerry slink sullenly out of the room. Rex’s nose twitched slightly; he could smell anger and … fear. “Two days until the next full moon, you epic douchebag,” Rex projected silently, “and then we can take that fear to a whole new level.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 23-05-2013
The Night Therapist turned on the light in her office and a green glow spread dimly across the room. Looking at her appointment book, she sighed. “Snaggletooth” at midnight: a nosferatu dealing with the low self-esteem only Hollywood could create (victims were always so disappointed that he wasn’t handsome and romantic); “Fleabag” at 1am: there was a widespread bullying problem within the werewolf clans; and “See-through” at 2am: having trouble resting in peace when it’d spent its entire life feeling invisible anyway. She sighed again as she felt the temperature in the room drop slightly. “Come in!” she called out in an even and welcoming tone.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 09-04-2013
Mountain Eagle took the boy by the shoulders and presented him to the warriors, who welcomed him into their circle. “Now that you are a man,” Mountain Eagle pronounced in his deep, measured voice, “we will be with you. You may seek us out, call upon us, and approach any to teach you.” “But there is one rule you must remember,” Proud Bear warned softly. “Do not approach Wolf Inside when the moon is high. You must not seek him out. You must not walk the path to his door.” The boy looked over to Wolf Inside, who nodded with the others. In the firelight, his eyes burned the color of flame.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 29-03-2013
Jim walked in, thanked the people at the desk for calling him, and made casual mention that, “The damn dog tests the fence faster than I can fix it!” as he moved to the large cages. He bailed Walt out and put him in the back of the pickup; Walt stayed low to change into human form and put on the sweats Jim had brought. “Honestly, Walt, this can’t be a weekly thing; you gotta get your shit together. Someone is going to get suspicious! Why on earth would you head into town on the weekends?” “Brunch,” Walt said a bit sheepishly. “More specifically, bacon. Thick, peppered bacon at the IHOP. My mouth is watering just talking about it; it’s like I can’t help myself.” Jim whistled, understanding but irritated that the pack might have to move again. “Goddamn werewolf Kryptonite, man,” he said, shaking his head.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 13-03-2013
“Romania has been good to us,” Kort said, lowering his paper and peering at Marta across the table. “I don’t see how Italy would be an improvement.” “It’s all potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, and the occasional beet here!” she replied with disgust. “Too many carbs!” Kort groaned. “Another diet? Oh, God save us!” “The Mediterranean diet is healthier and we would live longer,” Marta snapped as her eyes began to glow a deep amber and her teeth began to come in. “Pah!” Kort said, shaking his head, putting his ears back, and returning to the paper. “You look fine. If you need more fish, eat a tourist.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 04-02-2013
Norman yelled and spilled his coffee when the buck darted in panic across the road, forcing him to slam on the brakes. He yelled again when the werewolf landed on the hood of his car, looking him in the eye for a moment, then bounding off after the deer. Norman put the pedal to the metal towards town, swearing a blue streak. It wasn’t fright or even anger, it was … exhilaration.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 19-12-2012
Werewolves had long infiltrated state welfare organizations (both human and animal). Being pack- and community-minded, they were drawn to lives of service. It was also quite handy to have the names and addresses of neglecters and abusers for purposes of … well … more rapid forms of justice.