Maudlin Girl Pt 7


Sharon’s note: I’m not great at action scenes, so I have to work harder for them. Admittedly, this one was a blast to wright. Silly murder is easy, to wright, I mean. Warning: Author is occasionally concerned that people will assume she’s more violent then she actually is. She only punches people in the face when there’s a referee.


“This is going to be a blast!” I clapped my hands and jumped up and down. The Madness was descending, and in it, everything was possible.

“Yeah, I’m going to enjoy shutting that mouth of yours.” The wannabe stepped forward swinging. His fist connected with my face, making a horrible crunching noise and twisting me around before I felt the pain. My jaw hung loose and dislocated in its skin and — uh! It felt icky.

I pushed, and everything went back into place with a wet pop. I spat a little blood at the wannabe’s feet and pouted. “That really hurt!”

“You should be dead after a hit like that.” Ah, his confusion was a familiar flavor at this point. I was almost going to miss him.

“Yeah, I should be human, too, but I can’t manage that, either.” I leaped, landing on his chest with both knees, the momentum making him stumble back before I slammed the bottle through his teeth and all the way down, cap first. He dropped, hands flailing at his throat. I understood. Breathing was nice.

An arm wrapped around my neck, yanking me up. A face pressed against my cheek and sour garlic breath washed across my nose. “You are going to pay for that you little-“

My feet bicycled in the air, and I slipped right out of his grasp and fell to the ground, right between his legs. I punched straight up into his balls, and he pitched forward with a keen, right into my waiting knee. His head snapped back and he curled to his side, groaning and wheezing like a decrepit old badger. I scrambled up and raised a foot to stomp his face when a full fledged wolf man smashed a claw into my face, sending me crashing into the asthmatic badger.

I lashed out at his knee, and it snapped backwards, making him howl. Treads plunged towards my face and I twisted away, pulling the badger into the line of fire. The boot owner tried to stop, and tumbled onto his friend instead. I rolled up and jumped, avoiding a kick from a fourth werewolf, landing on Boot Ower’s head with both feet. It crunched and buckled underneath me, tossing me sideways, just in time to miss a jab with a huge hunting knife.

Wannabe must have smashed the bottle in his throat, because he was standing again. He stumbled forward, spitting blood and glass, and his voice sounded like a rock polisher. “Now, whatever you are, you are going to die.”

The sound of the van door rolling shut let me know that Alex had gotten Sarah safely out of the way. Good. I could let go and have some real fun. I closed my eyes and let the Madness drown me.


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Another Supernatural Academy Story Pt 5


Sharon’s note: I do not find being an aggressive jerk attractive. In paranormal romance, I am the minority. It’s fun to have a character react the way I wish they all would. Perks of being an author. Warning: Main character is having none of this crap.


I loved my room. I had a feeling that a lot of crap was coming my way, but not having someone yelling at me at 11 pm to stop reading on my phone because the light was bothering them might make it worth it.

The door jumped under several heavy knocks, and so did I. Who the hell was coming around this late? If it was a dorm mother telling me it was time to go to bed, I was burning the school down.

It was a very drunk Rand, hanging off the door frame and grinning stupidly. I rolled my eyes and tried to close the door, but he put his hand in the way. “Hey. You weren’t at the party.”

“No. I wasn’t. I told you I wasn’t going.” I nodded pointedly at his hand. “You can move that hand before or after I slam the door. It’s up to you.”

“Oh, don’t be like-”

I pushed the door close as hard as I could, and it cracked into his fingers. Rand howled, but instead of pulling his hand back like I expected, he stumbled forward, and I had to dive out of the way. He ended up curled on his side, crying.

“Get out or I’m calling the police.” I really didn’t want to. Dealing with the police was not how I wanted to spend my night.

He pushed himself up with his good hand and sniffed. “Why would you do that?”

I crossed my arms. “I didn’t do anything. You stuck your hand in the door while I was trying to close it. Get. Out.”

He swayed and fell back flat on his back. “How can you be this pretty and this big of a bitch.”

I raised an eyebrow. While I’d often been accused of being a bitch, I’d rarely been called a pretty one. “And you’re awfully drunk to have walked any distance.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how I did it, but I can’t walk any further.” He blew out a long raspberry then dissolved into laughter. “Guess I’ll just have to sleep here.”

“That’s not happening.” I pointed at the door. “Get out, or I’m going to drag you out into the hall and leave you there.”

He raised his head up and fought to focus on me. “Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me.”

“Not everyone.” With a sigh I resigned myself to physical labor. I grabbed him by the feet and started pulling. He was heavier than he looked, but I wasn’t weak. One big heave, and I got him moving. 

“Noooooooo,” he moaned. “I wanna sleep in here with you.”

As soon as he was completely clear of my door, I dropped him, and he whimpered before letting out a snore the same decibels as a chainsaw. I shook my head and returned to my room. While I didn’t think this was over, at least he was out of my hair for the night. I went back to my book to forget my troubles for another hour or so before going to sleep.

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Maudlin Girl Pt 6


Sharon’s note: Dark humor is my jam, but I get that it isn’t for everyone. Neither is my dry sense of humor. I have come to terms with the fact that you can’t please everyone. I just wish everyone knew that too. Warning: This is your last chance to quit reading before things get bloody hilarious. Literally.


“So, these two idiots aside, what do you want, Sarah? Do you even have opinions anymore?” I was honestly curious. How far had she disappeared into the group mind? “Do you want to be the weak omega, doing and thinking only what they say? Are you okay only being an echo if it means things are easier?”

She wrapped her arms around herself and half turned away from me. Her pout and petulant tone let on that she did have some pride left to hurt. “I’m still my own person. I believe in the old ways.”

“So you believe that you are a lump of flesh that exists solely for the purpose of making babies and dying because an alpha said so?” I circled around the wannabe, who reached out to grab me. I stepped away and wagged a finger. “No touching.”

“You don’t talk to my woman like that.” He bared his teeth.

“And you don’t touch me, or I will break this bottle on your head then stab the top into your stomach.” I grinned at the mental picture. “The blood will flow out of it like I tapped a keg.”

There was that baffled look again. “That’s not how anything works, you crazy bitch.”

“It would if she did it.” Alex rolled his eyes with a long-suffering sigh. “Roxy and the laws of physics aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”

I bounced on my heels, grateful for the line feed. “To paraphrase my hero, I never studied law.”

“Who’s your hero?” Brian asked.

“Bugs Bunny.” I turned back to Sarah. “Okay, cool. You want to stay here. Do you actually want to damn your kid to a hellish childhood of hate and bullying until they twist him into a broken reflection of this asshole?”

Her lip trembled, a little bit of rational thought peeking through her pain. She shook her head. Well, that was enough for me.

“Enough of this!” The wannabe roared, and his entire pack flinched. “Leave now, or die.”

I groaned. Did he ever shut up? I’d pretty much decided I was going to kill the leader, but I wasn’t sure about the rest of them. I turned to my morality/murder consultant. “Alex?”

“Brian and I will get Sarah out of the way, you have fun.” He raised his voice so that the all the wolves could hear him. “And if any of you have any brains, you’ll run for it. She has a very short attention span, so she probably won’t chase you.”


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Maudlin Girl Pt5


Sharon’s Note: I like move games, especially ones that allow you to mock something while still loving it. Warning: Author may actually make a bad cliché bingo card. Cult edition.


. . . Huh? “Did you like get that straight out of a textbook on cults? Because that sounds very cultish.”

The wannabe snorted. “Cults are about controlling their members. I guide them.”

“Yeah, yeah. You make the rules, and the rules of the group are absolute. Like a Sith. Vary from them and there is something wrong with you. Question them, and you’re not only a bad person, you are one of Them. Those villainous outsiders that are the source of all evil.” I waved my hands sarcastically. “Beware the outsiders! Yeah, I’ve heard that song and dance before. Hey, raised hands! Who here has been fed the ‘if you’re not with us you’re against us’ line?”

The man in the rocker t-shirt started to lift his arm, only to have it slapped down by the werewolf next to him. I pointed at him anyway. “That guy wins bad cult cliché bingo.”

“That’s enough, Roxy.” Alex patted my shoulder, and I took the cue to shut my trap. I didn’t understand why I needed to, but I trusted his judgment.

“Why did you call me if you didn’t want to come home?” Heartbreak swelled around Brian, and it tasted bitter.

“She is home,” the wannabe said.

“I take it back. You win bad cult cliché bingo.” I clapped, and Alex pushed my hands down with a disapproving frown. Oh, right. Shutting up.

“These are my family now.” Sarah’s voice shook, and she wouldn’t look up from the ground. “I belong here. I’m an omega, Brian, not strong like you. I need the pack.”

“Whoa. He must have been the worlds suckiest brother to make you think that someone who makes you call yourself an ‘omega’ is better.” I frowned at Sarah. “Did he tell you your place was to shut up and have babies because you’re weak? Did he hit you? If Brian hit you, tell me, and I’ll pummel him right now.”

Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed. “No. He would never hurt me.”

So quick to defend her brother. That was interesting. I pointed at the wannabe.

“Does he do those things?” Sarah’s mouth went thin. That was a big yes. I shook my head. “I don’t get it. Is that really what you want? If it is, fine, but don’t bring a kid into this. It’s hard to drag yourself out of the toxic you’re born into.”

“It is not fine!” Brian moved towards his sister, and was blocked by the wannabe.

“This is what she wants.” He sneered, arm extended to keep the siblings apart.

“Perhaps she should answer for herself.” Alex looked bored with the entire conversation, but he was also positioning himself so that he had a straight shot at the wannabe. Alex was a good fighter, and an even better tactician.

“She can’t answer for herself. She’s been brainwashed.” Brian moved forward again, and it was his turn to get arm grabbed by the vampire. It was nice for it to be someone else for a change.


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Maudlin Girl Pt 4


Sharon’s Note: I can understand how some people can get drawn into cults and the like. It’s seems easy, and it looks like it takes away some of the stress of having to decide. I understand it, but that doesn’t mean I agree with it. Nothing is easy, and chasing after ‘easy’ is just going to exchange one set of problems for another. It’s like I technically get the draw of killing all your enemies, but then there are those pesky murder charges. Warning: Murder is a bad idea.


Regular emotions like humans felt, the ones that had names and reasons, faded away. Inside, the feeling I called the Maelstrom spiraled out, filling my mind so that only chaos and whim remained. I raised the bottle above my head and started forward to make good on my threat. Alex’s hand caught my arm, and I turned to look at him. His face was almost as blank as mine probably was, but he was nervous. I could feel it through his hand like his skin was a conductor. Why was he scared? Alex was my friend, and I would never hurt him. Not on purpose, anyway. Sometimes, when I had one of my little episodes . . . oh.

Bad Roxy. No brainless murder sprees for you. All murder sprees must be completely intentional.

The wannabe chuckled. “Oh, you think you can take me? I don’t know who or what you think you are, but even if you had a chance against me, you’d have to face all of us. We’re a pack, and pack is family.”

The other wolves came forward. All guys, I noticed. They stalked into the light, looking adequately werewolfish. Unlike their leader, their clothes were properly tattered, ready to be torn apart in the transformation. One of them wore a t- shirt sporting . . .

“Cherry Scented Death! Oh my gosh, that’s my favorite band!” I pointed and bounced up and down. “Are you a fan? Have you heard their latest album? There’s that one song where the guy plays the bagpipe and-“

“Maybe not the time, Roxy,” Alex said. He was right. Everyone was staring at me again. 

“Sarah, go back home while I take care of these interlopers.” The wannabe pushed her away from us with a condescending pat on her butt.

“Sis, don’t.” Brian reached out a hand, and she paused to look back. “You called me for a reason. Do you really want to bring a baby into this? To raise a little boy up to be just like this monster?”

“Monster?” The wannabe huffed, then sneered at us. “I take care of her. Before me, she was lost. She didn’t know who she was, or what she wanted to be. You abandoned her to the world, leaving her adrift among all the decisions she didn’t know how to make. You called it ‘letting her grow up’. Well, she didn’t grow up, she fell, and I was there to pick her up. I brought her into our family, and we showed her the way. The way of our ancestors. The true way of the wolf. She knows her place now. There are no more decisions to agonize over, just peace.”


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Another Supernatural Academy Story Pt 4


Sharon’s Note: I am taking a break from reading paranormal romance. It’s usually one of my favorite genres, but lately the spark has been waning. Romance isn’t romantic anymore, it’s just saying people are physically attracted and acting like that’s enough. It makes me a little sad. Warning: There’s no real romance here, either, but that’s on purpose.


So, it was a real school. A real nice school. It was the kind of place that fortune five hundred sent their kids and you had to sell your soul to afford tuition. And I had a free ride because some kind of glowy-god-light-thing had landed on my face. I still thought that this was a mistake, but that was their problem. They’d have to drag me out of my new housing. It was a surprisingly large dorm room with its own bathroom and no roommates. I had never had a room to myself before.

Of course, just because it wasn’t costing me any money, didn’t mean it was free. There was the whole Chosen One thing to deal with, which was why I was sitting in the office of my new councilor. I got the impression he was more like my keeper. The office said ‘hey, we’re buddies’ with expensive but comfy furniture covered in colorful blankets and so many motivational posters I had to really look to tell that the wall was yellow behind them. The vibe I got from him was that I was another problem to deal with that he didn’t need. 

“Your grades say that you’re a good student, that will help you. Magic is a demanding path.” His eyes narrowed. “Of course, you’ll want to dedicate maximum effort to honing your skills to defeat the Hollow Ones.”

“The what now?” I did not like the sound of that at all.

“You know, the ancient evil that you were chosen to combat.” He pointed at my eye. “That mark entitles you to magic, but also imbues you with the responsibility to protect your fellow magic workers. The Hollow Ones have been killing as many of our students as they can get to. This is why all magical students have been confined to the campus. I’m sure you wouldn’t have time to go out anyway with all the catching up you have to do now.”

Between work and school, I hadn’t had much of a life before. It looked like I wouldn’t have one now either. Oh, well. No great loss. I shrugged and gave him a half-assed smile. “No problem.”

The counselor looked annoyed, like he’d expected me to argue with him, but I gave him nothing. I was good at giving people nothing. It was a life-long honed skill. In the end, he gave me a map and shoved me out the door. He spotted someone strolling by and barked at him, “Rand, show the new student around campus.”

Rand looked awfully familiar, but it took me a second to place him. I had it. He looked like a rebel version of Dick, minus a few years. They could have been clones, same dark hair, but ruffled instead of slicked, same gray eyes without the glasses, and while this one dressed in black jeans, a black tee-shirt and a black leather jacket, he wore the same loafers with pennies in them. Weird. 

He stared at me for a second, and I started to feel self-conscious about my eye. I just started walking. “Nevermind. I can find my own way.”

“No, wait!” Rand hurried to my side as I stomped out into the hall. The smile he gave me was broad, showed a lot of teeth, and practiced as hell. “I was just surprised. I’d love to show you around.”

“Go to hell.” I picked up the pace, but he had longer legs. 

Not only could he easily keep up, he got ahead of me and walked backwards while he talked. “Now, give me a chance. If you don’t want me to give you a tour today, how about I take you to a party tonight?”

I stopped walking, and it took him a couple of steps to do the same. I stared him in the eyes. “Let me make this perfectly clear. I don’t want your company. I don’t go to parties. I will not see you tonight or ever again, so, please, fuck off.”

I turned around and walked away. After a second, I heard from behind me, “Yeah, right. See you tonight, Sunshine.”


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Carnival Girl Pt 16


Sharon’s notes: This last entry is a little long, but with romance needs to take it’s time. I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it. Enjoy. Warning: Author is going to miss this story.


Even though it wasn’t silent, the lack of ear shattering crashes and roars made the world seem muffled. Jim cautiously stood up, surveying the wreckage around him. The Tunnel of Love behind him was intact, and he could hear the baby wailing and the mother sobbing. He hobbled towards them to make sure that none of the monster stragglers got any ideas. There was a bubbling hiss and the bitter stench of burnt meat. 

“Eww.” He turned to see Wendy jumping off the swiftly melting god. She waved at him, giggling and wafting the air. She dragged her staff behind her and dirt stuck to the blood that covered it. “I do love when they dispose of themselves. Makes things so much neater.”

“We need to go check on-” He was pointing towards the Tunnel, but Wendy grabbed his hand and used it to twirl around. 

“Don’t worry so much. Anyone who isn’t already dead is probably going to be fine. The monsters are gone and the carnival is returning to normal.” She pointed at the booths that were whole again, and the distances that had gone back to normal.

“When did that happen? I was watching.” Jim thought he’d handled the whole crazy mess of a night really well, all things considered. This, for whatever reason, really got to him.

“It’s magic.” Wendy sighed contentedly and leaned a head on his shoulder. “Is there anything more satisfying than a job well done? Anywho, can I steal another shower at your place?”

“Yeah. I guess.” Jim experimentally squeezed her hand and was rewarded with another giggle. “Should we at least call the cops or something? There might be some people who are hurt.”

“They’re already on the way. I can hear sirens in the distance.” She tugged, and he followed her towards the exit. He saw the woman creep out of the tunnel, unharmed with the baby in her arms and his relief unwound some of the tightness in his gut. The rest was bruising, and the only thing that would fix that was time. 

They passed by a lot of people who were reuniting, hugging and crying. Not a few of them were hurt, but ambulances and cop cars were skidding into the parking lot. Everyone who was left would be fine, and there was nothing else Jim could do. 

Other than being splattered with dirt and gore, the walk home was strangely normal. They took turns in the shower, and ended up sitting on his bed, both of them wearing pairs of his shorts and old t-shirts while they chatted. Dodger the cat was curled up on Wendy’s lap, purring like a boat motor. 

“So, what are you going to do now?” This was the part that Jim had been dreading. She was a magical girl wandering around slaying evil carnival gods. There was no way she would stay. Even if he really wanted her too. Even if he really liked her, and thought that she liked him too.

“I have a confession to make.” She swallowed hard, staring at the cat in her lap instead of him. “I’m under a spell that affects my memory. Fighting like that, well, it gives me some clarity. My name isn’t Wendy. Someone called me that, because I was a lost girl. I don’t know why I remembered that.”

“What’s your name?” Jim asked.

She hesitated. “Call me Maud. My real name doesn’t matter, and I’m not sure it belongs to me anymore anyway. I . . . I did a bad thing. I betrayed someone. I don’t remember the details, but it was the worst thing I have ever done. That’s why I’m wandering. If I can find them, I can apologize and maybe he can fix this.”

Jim hesitated, then took her hand. He was rewarded with a sad smile and a brief glance of Wendy’s, rather, Maud’s eyes. “Is he your. . . is he something to you?”

She shook her head and sniffled. “No. Maybe once, a really long time ago, but not anymore. Not after what happened, and I don’t know exactly why, but I’m pretty sure we drifted apart before I did whatever I did.”

Jim scooted around to put an arm over her shoulder and feelings of distress and pleasure fluttered through him as she turned into him and cried on his shoulder. He pulled her into a full hug and tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “Pulling me into a quest to find your ex. Weird, but not the worst thing I’ve heard of a girl asking her boyfriend to do.”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “Boyfriend?”

“Oh, um.” Jim blushed so hard his cheeks burned. “It was mostly a joke. I didn’t assume-”

“After everything I put you through, you still want to be my boyfriend?” She leaned in so close he could see tears on her eyelashes. It was suddenly hard to breathe. 

“If, um,” Jim had to stop and swallow. “If you want me to.”

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was struck by how good she felt in his arms. Dodger meowed and darted off the bed. It was just a closed mouth kiss, but it lasted a long time, and when she finally pulled away, all he could do was stare.

“Does this mean that you’re going to come with me while I look?” She played with his hands, tracing shapes so lightly it tickled. The shy, mischievous smile she shot him wiped his mind blank for a second.

“I, um, yeah. Of course.” He cleared his throat while he forced his brain to work. “I can’t be gone all the time. Dad would worry, but it’s summer. If I’m careful, I don’t think he’ll notice.”

“Just remind me when you need to come home. We’ll make it work. Being with you is totally worth it.” She nuzzled against his neck like a cat, and he couldn’t stop grinning.


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Maudlin Girl Pt 3


Sharon’s Note: On a serious note, I’ve met several people stuck in abusive relationship. It always breaks my heart. Just remember, you don’t have to stay with anyone, you don’t disserve what they are doing, it is not normal, and it is never too late to start over. Warning: Author regrets that some people feel so trapped they can’t let anyone help them.


To his credit, Brian didn’t flinch. I had a lot of complaints about our werewolf; he was grumpy, rude, short tempered, had no sense of humor, and didn’t seem to like me at all. He hadn’t even wanted me to join the band. One thing I couldn’t fault him on, though, was his bravery.

Alex quietly took Brian’s sister’s hand. He was trying to lead her back to the van, but her boyfriend noticed and snarled. “Get away from her.”

“Please don’t make him mad,” the pregnant woman whimpered. Even under the too many shadows cast by the headlights, I could see her trembling. “Brian, you can’t beat him.”

The wannabe sneered. Oh, that had stroked his arrogance. It radiated off of him, and combined with her stomach grinding fear. The stench was so strong it made the air sour and raised my hackles. If I’d been a wolf, I’d have started to shift. I wasn’t, so I had to do something to release the tension before I . . . found other outlets. More unfortunate outlets.

I snatched the beer out of the wannabe’s unsuspecting hand, and he stared at me in a more palatable combination of anger and confusion. “What the hell are you doing?”

I held up the bottle and waggled it back and forth. “I’m going to need you to be less of a jerk, or I’m going to have to shove this whole thing down your throat. It will be extremely unpleasant, and I can assure you, despite the shiny color, it is neither candy nor sour apple flavored.”

The night was suddenly silent except for the rumble of the van’s engine and the drone of cicadas. Brian and Alex, who both knew me too well to think overly much of anything I said, were the only ones who didn’t just drip with confusion. It was a full thirty seconds before anyone spoke, and only then because Alex was trying to direct Brian’s sister back to the van again.

She jerked away. “No. No, this is a bad idea. I shouldn’t have called. I belong here. I don’t know what I was thinking-“

“That’s right, Sarah, Baby. You belong with us.” The wannabe was almost purring, victorious pride etched into his very posture and Brian’s sister, presumably Sarah, moved closer so his arm could curl possessively around her waist. A young woman being drawn back by an overpowering and charismatic figure, having no choice . . . It struck a chord. If I didn’t have to put up with it, neither did she.


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Carnival Girl Pt 15


Sharon’s note: When the big bad is defeated, it’s always fun, and romantic fireworks are sure to ensue. Warning: Stay tuned for the next, and last, episode.


It was a kaiju. The evil god of a killer carnival was a giant chicken/lizard hybrid. If he wasn’t running for his life, Jim would have laughed. A tail like the world’s longest bullwhip cut through a line of booths to his right sending up a rain of wood and plastic. It hit the ground just a few feet away with a crash that rattled the world and sent the fleeing humans to the ground. 

Jim looked back for the woman who was supposed to be following him. The mother was curled in a ball in the dirt, trying to protect her baby from the fall. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her up. “Come on! We gotta go!”

Around them, even the toad-men and mutant clowns were running for cover. Even the monsters were afraid. Another roar tore through his ears, and he looked back. Wendy was down. One of the monster’s feet was pulverized, and she was on her knees, clawing at the bloody stump, trying to get her staff out from under it. 

“Go on ahead. Head towards the exit.” He lightly shoved her down the debris littered lane.

“”What?” Her voice was shaking. “You’re leaving me?”

“I gotta help Wendy. If we don’t kill this thing we are all going to die.” He looked around, then pointed at the Tunnel of Love. “If you can’t run, go hide in there. It looks like it’s out of range of the tail.” 

She stammered for a second, but when Jim pushed her again she hugged her baby close and ran. 

He hefted the cleaver Wendy had given him and bit his lip. There was no way he could kill the thing on his own, but maybe he could help. The tail twitched and he wound up the cleaver like it was a baseball bat. Flesh peeled effortlessly away in a long fillete and blood so hot it boiled splashed across his face.

Jim fell onto his back, knife thudding into the dirt next to him. He swiped his hands over his face, trying to protect his eyes and a whistle loud enough to drown out the monster’s screech preceded a gale of wind followed by a vacuum of missing air as the tail whipped over his head.

The scaled head turned, viciously curved beak snapping in the air with a noise like a car crash. It shifted, raising its bloody stump of a foot into the air. Wendy let loose with a joyful howl that was as bone chilling as the roar. Jim shoved himself up to his elbows just in time to see her seize her staff and drive into the creature’s other foot. It screamed as it pitched to the side.

It fell like a toppling skyscraper, and Wendy jumped onto its leg, running up its body. As it hit the ground the impact threw Jim into the air. More of the colorful booths collapsed and he landed with a bone jarring thud. Through pain scrunched eyes he watched Wendy fall staff first through the monster’s head in a spray of blood, bone, and chunks of something gray.


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Not A Person


Sharon and James’s note: So, there’s a song going to around TikTok and various other platforms that we love and highly recommend you go and check out. We were discussing it the other night, and of course we made our own take on it. Feel free to sing this to the tune, if you’re feeling silly. Warning: Authors took something and twisted it. It’s what they do.


I am not a person
I’m a raven in a skin
Don’t Ask me where I got it
And don’t ask me where it’s been
It might be a little ragged
But at least it keeps me in
I am not a person
I’m a raven in a skin

I am not a person 
I have 27 eyes
I don’t have much need for clothing
But my coat is made of flies
I’d like to shake your hand
But everything I touch just dies
I am not a person
I have 27 eyes

I am not a person
But I eat one every day
I mostly stick to bad guys
So they tell me that’s OK
And only if they lose a game
Say do you want to play
I am not a person
But I eat one every day

I am not a person
I’m a horror from the deep
And everyone who sees me
Has a tendency to weep
And if we talk for too long
I will haunt you in your sleep
I am not a person
I’m a horror from the deep

I am not a person
I might be the end of time
I tell you more about it
But I only speak in rhyme
I could tell you how to stop me
But you know what never mind
I am not a person
And we just ran out of time

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