Microfiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
"Professional Curtain Twitcher"
In some ways, he's the perfect neighbour. He is quiet. There's no banging about or loud music, or adventurous, noisy sex. No unpleasant cooking smells waft from his property. Sometimes, he hosts little parties over there. The men wear suits, or expensive shirts and jackets. The women wear little dresses, and clip feathery concoctions to their heads as if they're going to a wedding. In other ways, he's not a good neighbour. Antisocial, you might say. Doesn't say hello. Keeps his curtain drawn until late in the day. The house remains cloaked in darkness until nightfall. My mother wouldn't have stood for it. She'd have said, it looks like someone has died! I wonder if that old weirdo even has a mother. I hardly ever see him, and that's the truth. I suppose for some people that's a plus, but I don't like it. I like to know what manner of a man I'm living next door to. It's common courtesy. I'm reduced to lurking by my sitting room curtain and watching for signs of him, and clues as to what manner of a man he might be. I resent him for this. The outside of his property is kept neat by one of his male companions. He had the same one for ages, a fussy little man in a brown suit and round glasses. Good morning Bram, he'd say every Wednesday when he put the bins out. Morning, Eugene, I'd say with a convivial smile. We'd nod at each other over the fence. It was all very civilised. That one has gone now. There was some shouting, which is unusual. Eugene struck me as a man of habit, not one to do anything out of the ordinary at all, so it was doubly strange. Then he emerged with a big case and left. He's been back to collect a box with a few things in it. I could see a wilting green plant sticking out the top. His face looked drawn and tight, as if his mouth were clamped shut, and anger restrained behind gritted teeth. Eugene always seemed normal, but this new one, the one that must have replaced him, he's a bit odd. Hard to put your finger on it. He can't seem to get little things right, like looking, or blinking. He either does it too much, or not enough. He repeated my name back to me, as if he were simple. He introduced himself as Viktor. *With a K," he said. He was very particular about that. Very peculiar.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar. Content Warning.
“Do people fear us, sister?” The women sat cross-legged across from each other at the peak of a ship’s spire, docked in the near-limitless spread of buildings and piers that made up Harbor 9. The woman in the purple sheet did not meet the eyes of the woman in the yellow sheet as she asked her question, remembering a critical role of her order: never see the face of another Wraith.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Stick-up boys don’t last long in the Grand Bazaar, and they especially don’t last long in the Sprawl. Most get away with their first couple of hits, maybe a third or fourth if they really know what they’re doing. But after that, most either end up flatlined or find themselves in a new district doing something worth a damn.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
"She'll Lose Her Hat!"
Picture the dead of the Siberian winter, when people bundle up and look like Russian nesting dolls. In a rundown high-rise apartment building, an old woman is dragging a little girl up the stairs, by the girl's foot, with the girl's head banging on the stairs.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
