Danny nearly collided with the zombie he’d followed to class as the two of them bounded into the classroom.

“You two are extraordinarily lucky.” Said a massive basso voice. Danny looked up and nearly screamed aloud.

The classroom was a perfectly normal-looking one by human standards. Wooden floors, metal student desks with the wire baskets underneath them, bookshelves, chalk boards, and a larger desk at the front of the classroom for the teacher.

Only the desk at the front of the room was the size of a countertop at a fast food restaurant. And the teacher was similarly sized.

Behind the desk crouched a massive monster, nearly seven feet high (while on its haunches, Danny noticed). It looked remarkably like the statues at the door of the school. Its head was the size of a trash can, with huge curling horns raking forward from its scalp. Tiny, beady black eyes peered out from under a massive stone brow, wicked looking fangs protruding up from a long jaw. As it moved from behind the desk, its joints made a sound like gravel being trodden underfoot. Its jaw moved, and for a moment Danny worried the creature was going to dive on him and devour him whole. Instead, it held a piece of paper up to its tiny eyes and growled,

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October 2009- week 4

Topic: “Hands”

Title: “Deeper”

“Careful with that,” Ronnie said. I nodded as I twisted the wheel exactly four times counter-clockwise.

“I know, I know. Just like at home, right?” I said.

“No, NOT just like at home.” Ronnie said. “Come on man, we’ve been doing this for four months. Yeah, it’s similar, but you’ve got to pay more attention. The Ruskies do this differently.”
 

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October, 2009, week 2

Topic: “Navel”

Title: “Kettlegeist”

“Okay, I think this is it. Rodney, get that camera over here.” Dave said, his eyes locked on the blinking piece of equipment in his hands. He checked the microphone clipped on his jacket then looked directly into the camera as the red light on its side came on.

I'm so excited about October. Enjoy!

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October 2009, Week 1

Topic: “Instep”

Title: “Formation”

The carcasses were everywhere. There were soldiers milling all about in the aftermath of the attack, most looking for survivors. I knew somewhere deep inside that they wouldn’t find any.

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Week 2, September 2009

Topic: “Gear”

Title: “Preparations”

“Oh man, I am SO getting this.”

I looked over to where Donny was standing, bent over the glass display case. Gingerly, as if it were a newborn child, he lifted a sheathed katana from the case and held it reverently in front of me.

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Week 1, September 2009

Topic: “Parasite”

Title: “Acquaintances”

Enjoy!

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August 2009- Week 3

Topic: “Something old and something new”

Title: “Again, for a day”
 

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Week 2: August 2009

Topic: “Brave and Crazy”

So Rebecca's been gone about 4 weeks now, and so far, I'm mostly doing okay.

The first week was rough, the second week was awful, and the third week was hell on wheels. Just cleared the fourth week, and I'm feeling a little better now. The loneliness has been getting to me lately, though. I struggled with a little depression during weeks two and three, then into four. As far as that goes, I've been on the upswing since last Saturday. Still feeling pretty good.

Thanks so much to all my friends who've been there for me, and continue to be there for me.
That said, I'm still bored as hell most nights. Give me a call if you want to hang.

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May 2009- Week 2

Topic: “Morning Glory”

Title: “Feral”

Her adrenaline smelled unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was sharp and cold, like the taste of metal. It was distinct, and once I picked it up I couldn’t ignore it any more than I could ignore my need to breathe. I could feel the fear in her like hearing a tune that I’d heard a thousand times. I knew each beat and each chord, and could sing along with it. Her heart beating out a staccato rhythm in her chest, flooding her body with the intoxicating adrenaline, was a beat I could not resist.

At once, the muscles in my body exploded, and I sprang from my hiding pace in the darkness. She heard me, a second too soon, and was running again. She knew these woods, better than I did. I didn’t notice the tree limbs and nettles as I tore through the underbrush after her, stealth now totally abandoned. Thrill, joy, and ecstasy were words too tame to describe what was going through my mind. My senses exalted. I would have what I wanted. I would have my prey.

Three steps ahead of me, she broke the forest. Poor child, poor sheep, there would be no cover there.

She took three steps from the safety of the forest and found herself on a precipice, little more than a rock outcropping protruding from the mountainside on which I’m been stalking her. Beyond her, the northern Vermont wilderness stretched endlessly, a sea of greens of every verdant shade, glittering silver in the twilight. An early-morning fog had begun to rise from the treetops beyond us, lending the whole scene a ghostly shimmer.

I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“No where to run, little sheep,” I growled, the words mangled by fangs and tongue. I leaned back on my haunches and studied her for a moment. “What will you do now?”

Her face didn’t look frightened. Only sad.

I watched as the hazy fog began to change color, from a dark blue-grey to a warm gold as the first fingers of the morning sun broke the mountain, cascading golden light like a tide across the forest.

At once, I began to change.
 

The bones in my body cracked and snapped, and I howled in pain. My spine became short and straight, and I fell to the ground in wracking spasms as the bones in my forepaws began to dissolve, splitting and dividing into fingers. My knees shattered as they reversed direction, and the pain stole the breath from my body.
 

My skin seared like fire as the hair all over my body began to dissolve back into proteins, being absorbed back into my flesh the way nothing was ever intended to. My teeth grew together, then shrank, until they were little more than tiny white kernels in my mouth.

My vision began to blur, and it felt as if I’d been deafened. All of my senses were being dulled to the point of crippling.
 

Ninety seconds after the metamorphosis had begun, I laid on the ground, a sore, wailing, naked figure. I screamed as I stretched my legs and arms, new and pink, the newly formed bones cracking into place in my body. Every muscle in my body screamed. I rolled over onto my back, and saw Audrey looking down on me.
 

“Sam,” she said, her small voice low with pity.

“Oh God,” I said. “Audrey, it’s still happening.”

My fiancé looked down onto me. “I know Sam.” A tear rolled down one cheek, stained golden in the morning sunlight. “We’re going to have to keep trying.”

The short, petite little witch knelt down and ran a smooth hand across my naked back. I shivered, the touch eliciting needle-like pains along my spine.

“I know, love.” I said, and held onto her. “I’m so sorry.”

She wrapped her arms round me and held me as I began to shiver.