Maybe you remember last month when BlackAlchemy hosted a bunch of fan written, werewolf flash fiction over at The Voice of Rage and Ruin. Well, it looks like it’s falling to me to take over for February since she’s been MIA for a few weeks now.
I hope she’s:
A) Drinking margaritas on the beach in Mexico, petting pool boys
B) A rich, successful, published author with far too little time to maintain her blog
C) Holed up somewhere with an axe and some Molotov cocktails fending off zombie hordes
My original plan was to just let Howlings fall into obscurity because I’m totally lazy. It turns out though, that we’ve already got submissions lined up! The people have spoken and who am I to deny them?
So what are you waiting for? Write your werewolf stories already! Post them in the comments below. Haiku, flash fiction, short stories, we like them all. If you’ve got something longer you’d like to share(that’s what she said), email it to us and we’ll post a link and an excerpt.
This month, we’ve got a great story from cool chick DeadEndEmily. Chickens can check out her tamer – and remember “tamer” is a relative word – works here, while the braver among you can see her gorier stuff here.
Merry Christmas, Anya by DeadEndEmily
Read the full version here
She took a drag of his cigarette before snapping his neck. He lay there lifeless as a dead bird that had plunged head first into a glass window. “Sucks to be you,” Anya mused aloud looking down at his broken form. She was naked, and her ivory skin was streaked in mud from the back alley where she was now standing. The man was a known murderer for the Polish mob. The only people who would miss him were the scum that paid for his services. There might be a short hunt for his killer by both the police and Pols but they wouldn’t find anything except a smoked cigarette and his body. The police would assume it was a mob hit, and the mob would probably think it was a revenge scheme. Of course both of them would be wrong. Anya stepped out the cigarette with her bare foot and looked up at the shinning luminescence of mother moon and let out a piercing howl as she melted from woman to wolf. She looked back once more at her kill and sprinted into the darkness.