Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 4)

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Chapter 4 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - The Beard that Walks

Big Bad

What if the villain of your fairy tale was not what he was made out to be? The truth behind the fiction.

Bill “Big Bad” Wolf has been in law-enforcement since the beginning. The moniker “Big Bad” only applies to him if you are a criminal and he has your scent. 

He was a housing inspector in the early days. His first big investigation was to check the safety of the constructions of the Three Little Pigs. The word on the street was that they were not following building code as was evidenced by Mr. Wolf’s investigations; two of their buildings were structurally unsound. The corrupt contractors put up a substantial resistance but through the persistent efforts of Mr. Wolf they were finally brought to justice.

Cemetery Man

A flash-fiction prompt from the Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing Group workshop I lead. This one is based on three sequential one-minute prompts. Hope you like it.

Read Cemetery Man.

Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - Descent

Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 2)

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Chapter 2 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - Gatekeeper

Fearsome Entity

It stood in the doorway as it did every night. I hid under the covers pretending to be asleep. It was dark out in the hallway, but the window in the stairwell let in just enough moonlight to create the eerie silhouette and the long shadow that it cast; the shadow which stretched out almost to the base of my bed. It was silent and unnaturally still just watching me while I peered at it through nearly closed eyes, squinting and hoping it would leave soon. It came by every night once my parents had gone to bed and I was alone and about to fall asleep. And each night it moved a little closer than the last. Tonight, it leaned almost all the way in through the door. Its hunched shoulders and long spindly limbs adding an extra menace to its lanky form.

For the first time, I saw something moving around near where its mouth would be - a dark sinuous shadow writhing and oozing out. The shadow moved like a snake extending along the floor getting longer and longer. I stayed still, like I did every other night hoping it would leave, but I knew tonight was going to be different. It started to move towards me taking the first step into the room. I wanted to scream out, but all I could do was lay there paralyzed with my skin cold and clammy with fear.

It will get me tonight.

Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - First Encounter

I was a teenage vampire

It was to be Martin's first time tonight and he could barely contain himself. He was perched precariously on a branch and stared at her lustfully as she undressed. He felt like a stalker but that was probably because he was one. He had been stalking his prey for the last week. Checking her Facebook posts and Foursquare. He even followed her insipid tweets about how she had the worst day ever. Martin was too shy so he didn't want to just attack her like a wild animal, like most other vampires. She was his secret crush since his mortal days and he wanted very much to have her fall in love with him. Like those pretty vampires in the all the pretty books. He wanted to seduce her and have a sappy romance with all the angsty teeny moments before he hesitantly sucked her blood. Just the thought made him so giddy he fell out of the tree. Ow.