In the darkness of the movie theater, he reached over to hold her hand, and so it was that he felt her carefully manicured nails turn into claws.
At that moment, he knew she was The One.
Contingency plans
“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em!” he snarled.
it was then I knew the hours and hours I had spent learning how to do magic with my toes had not been wasted.
Solstice story, 2019
The start of my Solstice Story, 2019:
Once upon a time there was a winter that arrived much too early, which pleased hardly anybody except for the snowmobilers, who had been waiting for more snow since last March.
Come the solstice, everyone else groaned and muttered that they were ready to see winter LEAVE by now. Or, at least, as soon as possible following a pleasantly white Christmas.
This made the Solstice sad, but then, the Solstice was used to it by now. It wasn’t the first year the Solstice had gotten this reception. Most everyone looked past the Solstice to the arrival of Christmas, and their big plans were for THAT.
Nobody left out a plate of milk and cookies for the Solstice.
(I don’t have the middle worked out, but it ends:]
And then everyone got puppies and kittens. Cute, fluffy kittens of every variety. And the lost socks were found.
The End
New horizons
“Touch me somewhere I’ve never been touched,” she breathed.
“I heard Poughkeepsie is nice this time of year,” I said.
“That… wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she replied.
A werewolf walks into a diner…
A werewolf walks into a diner at the full moon, sits down, and orders pot roast.
“I’m sorry, hun, we’re fresh out,” the waitress tells him.
It would have to be steak, then. He hadn’t had meatloaf since that unfortunate event with Jack.
You are more than your trauma
He fled to the form of wolf, trying to outrun his trauma, which always kept pace with him. Then one day, he heard the moon whisper, “You are more than your trauma,” and on that day, he discovered he was free to be human once again, if he chose.
The possibility of a granted wish
He was discontented with the world and everything in it, and he wished his life was a garment that he could just change out of.
It took the approach of the next full moon for him to realize, against his lack of all expectations, that his wish might actually have been granted.
Methods of communication
The dog barked, knowing even as he did so that there were certain concepts which didn’t translate well into Dog.
He’d try interpretive dance next.
It only gets more complicated from there
From my work in progress:
“They were completely unaware of each other, which is just as well, because if they were, it would lead to a story which would take more time to tell than I have right now. The end.”
… So I Couldn’t Write “The End.”
I had a pen that was running out of ink. So I used the pen that was running out of ink to write a story about a pen running out of ink. Until it ran out of ink.