"A reluctant werewolf's last night to howl."
“I don't know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids”-Robert Brault***Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a...
"One small battle changes everything."
They made their way up the hill and through the woods to the back of Helen’s house. The smell of food hit Cordelia’s nose as she stepped on the porch, and she realized that she was starving. Her stomach growled...
"One small battle changes everything."
Cordelia ran at a hard sprint, pushing herself harder, trying to outrun all the emotions that had been building inside her. When she couldn’t push it any further, she slowed to a jog. As she slowed to a walk, she...
"Is there a werewolf in the woods, or something worse?"
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach.The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered...
"One small battle changes everything."
“Don’t stop running!” the woman panted, dragging her son with her. The boy was scared and crying. He didn’t understand why his sister and father were not running with them. They ran for the hidden cave in the side of...
"Tristan returns to Howls Grove..."
July 25, 2014 8:09PM I fucking hate Tristan Northam. Hate his guts, hate his face, hate that fucking hot body, hate that I can’t really hate him and fucking mean it. Yeah, quite the dilemma I’m in. I had sex for...
"The young man experiences mental and physical changes"
My alarm startles me awake. I don't normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did. No dreams to remember at all, either. Just pure solid sleep. I feel really good and relaxed. Until I sit up. There's this dull...
"Now a woman, he decides to post a simple ad online, unaware of what might happen"
The smell is intoxicating. My smell. I should be getting a boner but there's nothing there. I can't even say that I'm feeling a ghost of one because, I'm not. Instead, I feel this pressure building - this tiny ache...
"The man awakes the next morning to find the fursuit gone but begins to undergo subtle changes."
I wake to grey light filtering through the blinds in my room. It's utterly quiet outside. My head is pounding and my throat is completely dry. I feel like I haven't had water in days. I work my mouth a...
"A man finds a fursuit that changes him in more than one way."
It was a box. Or possibly a crate - wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I'd think was a packing slip. No visible marks otherwise. No 'fragile' (which my mind nearly always reads mentally...