Category: Thursday Threads

Force of Nature

I ducked under the breakfast room table just as a carving knife thunked into the wall where my head used to be. I reached behind my back and tried in vain to pry off the cookie sheet sucked tightly against me.

“IS YOUR ATTRACTION REALLY SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE?” Jess shouted at me through the slatted doors of the pantry.

“YES, BECAUSE I AM NOT MAGNETO!”

“APPARENTLY YOU ARE, NOW!”

The doors to the lazy susan shuddered and the silverware drawer rattled in its frame. I tried to make myself into an even smaller ball among the chair legs. “WHAT DO WE DO?”

“YOU MAKE IT STOP!”

“Sure,” I muttered into my knees. “Because I have any idea how to control it.”

I shrieked as the lazy susan door crashed open, and the spinning shelf inside began flinging pots and pans across the kitchen. They slammed into the chairs around me and stuck there, unable to get through and unable to escape my inexplicable magnetic pull. But hey, now I had a shield if the forks got free and headed for my eyes.

“HOLY CRAP, I’M GLAD WE DON’T KEEP CANNED GOODS IN THIS PANTRY!” Jess yelled. “MAYBE WE CAN REVERSE YOUR POLARITY OR SOMETHING?”

“YEAH, THAT SOUNDS SUPER SAFE FOR OUR NEIGHBORS!”

The oven door banged open and the floor rumbled beneath my body. Pipes groaned.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “We are so screwed.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, 285 – Weird, Wild, and Wicked.
Required Phrase: “Is your attraction so hard for you to believe?”

Werewolf and Demon Hunter: A Lust Story

They faced each other in the hallway, each with their back against the opposing wall.

“All I need is your ‘yes’, Ashe, but not if you aren’t completely sure,” Kami said. She inhaled slowly. Dirt. River water. Sweat. Summer heat. The tiniest hint of gunpowder. And under it all, the scent of Ashe’s arousal. Ashe had been hunting tonight.

Ashe said nothing. Kami nodded once, resigned, then pushed herself off the wall and turned to the door.

“Wait!”

Kami’s pulse jumped. She waited.

“I’m nervous, Kami.”

“Ashe the demon hunter? Nervous?” She faced Ashe again.

“I’ve never been with — “

“A werewolf?”

“A *woman*. You think I give a rat’s ass that you’re a werewolf?”

“You just give a rat’s ass that I’m a woman. Is your attraction so hard for you to believe?”

“No! I’m just,” Ashe paused, “afraid to do it wrong.”

“Wrong?” Kami raised her eyebrows.

“Stop it. I wanted to be ready, to know what I was doing, so I did some … research.”

“No way.” Kami stifled a laugh. “Have you been watching lesbian porn?”

“Maybe. And then there were all the other things I found on the internet.” There was that uncharacteristic blush again. Utterly adorable.

In two steps, Kamie closed the distance between them and pressed her hands to the wall on either side of Ashe’s shoulders. “I’m a far better teacher than the internet. All I need is your yes, Ashe.”

Ashe grabbed Kami’s belt loops and tugged her closer. “Hell, yes.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, 284 – Weird, Wild, and Wicked.
Required Phrase: “Other things I found on the internet.”
Place: First – View Here

Well, Hell

“You kept him in the basement for a week. And?”

“He never talked. He didn’t even clear his throat.”

“You didn’t feed him, did you?”

“No.”

“Water him?”

“No.”

A pause.

“Is his body still in the basement?”

“He’s still in the basement, but he’s not dead.”

“What do you mean he’s not dead? You said he’s had no fluids.”

Another pause.

“I’m thinking maybe he’s not human.”

“Not human. I’m thinking maybe you’ve spent too long in the basement yourself.”

“No, you’ve got to listen to me. He never went to the bathroom, either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean not even on day one. I never offered to take him, he never asked to go, and he never wet himself. He just sat there, tied to a chair, not talking, not moving, not eating, not drinking, not pissing, and not dying.”

Another pause. A longer one.

“So what do you suggest?”

“We need a different approach for something that’s not human.”

“Which is?”

“Lock him up and ditch the key.”

“In that case, why not just kill him?”

“I tried. I know I didn’t have permission, but it I couldn’t reach you.”

“You tried.”

“Stabbing. Shooting. Smothering. Strangling.”

A hesitation.

“Go on.”

“Sunlight. Silver. A bible. Holy water. Other things I found on the internet. I got a little desperate.”

“And he’s still alive.”

“Yep.”

A nod.

“Lock him up. Bring me the key. Hope to the gods he never gets out.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, 283 – Weird, Wild, and Wicked.
Required Phrase: “And he never talked.”
Placed: First – View Here

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