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Jen and the Werewolf
Jen was a bad girl. There was a knock at the door. "A werewolf!" Jen said.
The werewolf killed her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jen's boyfriend said. He killed the werewolf.
He was haunted the rest of his life, and the town was never the same again. He also developed diabetes.
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Enlightenment by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Enlightenment
The credits scrolled, and Damon returned to reality. He stretched his arms.
"You missed a good movie!" he called out to no one there.
11:00. Too soon for bed, and besides, he was hungry. He rose from the recliner and ambled across the apartment. Kyle's door was closed of course, so he knocked.
"Yeah?"
"I'm thinking of going out. You interested?"
Just as Damon was about to walk away, Kyle provided the first of several surprises.
"Sure, why not."
"Whoa, really? Awesome! You wanna transform? I can bring along the Frisbee."
"Yeah, but don't bother with the Frisbee."
"Cool, I'll get ready!"
Damon slipped off his socks and smiled as his f
Francis Hart's Hallowe'en Spectacular! by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Francis Hart's Hallowe'en Spectacular!
"What about here?"
"OK."
Francis pulled over and parked his sedan parallel to the highway.
"So particular about everything," Rachel chided him.
"I don't want an infraction."
"Are you sure? Nurse Rachel will take good care of you."
Francis shook his head, unfastened his seat belt, and loosened his tie in that order.
"You're not taking your clothes off already, are you?"
"What? No, just my tie."
"Good. Let me take off the rest!"
"Rachel… why don't you get the beer out of the back?"
She dimmed but did as suggested.
Francis got out the other side and patted his pockets.
"Now, why don't we take a walk in the woods?"
"I thought
Off Night by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Off Night
Mat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for
Still Time by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Still Time
"Thanks again for coming here with me," George gushed. He kept turning to hoist his son onto his shoulders, then remembering his son was easily twice his size.
"Don't mention it," Trevor returned.
The landing looked the same as George had remembered after all these years. Well, almost the same. Maybe starting to show its years, but heh, so was he. All right, so not quite the same. Actually really run down. George winced.
Trevor wore a poker face, but just then he broke into a whistle.
"It's better around breakfast than lunch, but I'm just glad you could come at all. Thanks again," George babbled.
"Don't mention it," Trevor murmured. "I m
Dinner Guest by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Dinner Guest
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a ni
Closed Session by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Closed Session
Florida! Why did it have to be Florida?
Joe hated Florida. Tourist traps and old people too stupid to read a ballot. As a result, eight years of George W. Bush, although it did lead to some pretty good music.
Joe had wanted to go to North Carolina. He had heard wonders about Charlotte barbecue and Research Triangle Park, but North Carolina was the worst state for unions. Hardly anybody was attending the convention over it. So, Florida it was.
Maybe he could get a big juicy story no one else could. Catch delegates drunk or doing drugs, really hard drugs. With hookers. That would be the ticket, and he could move up to some bigger, better pap
Never Too Old by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Never Too Old
"That was the lamest one yet!" Glenn snickered.
"It was pretty bad," Kevin admitted, "but not as bad as Strawberry Shortcake."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, that was even worse."
"Good candy, though."
"Mmm," Glenn assented through a mouthful of Skittles.
The zombie and the pirate approached the little blue house and followed an arrow to the back door.
"Betcha this one sucks," Glenn said as he pressed the doorbell. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a short flight of stairs.
"Trick or treat?" Kevin asked hopefully.
A meaty paw reached around the door, and Glenn did a spit-take. A diminutive werewolf emerged from the house and how
Low Tide by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Low Tide
"Hey," Heather called out from the back door. "I thought of something."
"What's that?" Frank asked absent-mindedly as he blended blue and red to make ocean water.
"We haven't been swimming since last summer."
"Oh, you're right," Frank said, surprised. "We should practice before we go to Florida."
"Two steps ahead of you! Put your trunks on."
"But it's dark out, and we're miles from the lake," Frank sputtered.
"Just trust me," Heather teased. "I'll go change, too. Race you!"
With his best skeptical smile, Frank put down his pencils and headed for the bedroom. Heather already was in the closet to get her swimsuit. Frank went to the dress
Looking Up by JoeyLiverwurst, literature
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Looking Up
Aaron fumed.
It was his day off, and here he was at work anyway, two hours to close. He hated training people, but tomorrow was a big day, and he would pay for it in the long run if he put it off. He had been home alone, wasting time, but the principle of it still bothered him. He practically lived here these days.
He exited the car and slammed the door. Then he noticed a young man, probably a college student, standing at the edge of the parking lot. He was on the grass, looking straight up at the night sky. A full moon gleamed overhead.
In his funk, Aaron had forgotten the full moon! It almost always cheered him up. He smiled and called o