The Shape of Family – Part Seven

Tuesday is here! It’s time for Part Seven of The Shape of Family. Sadie is back under the saddle today!

<- Part Six – Den

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The Shape of Family

Part Seven – Reveal

by Rick Cook Jr

Sadie had never run so hard in her life. And they’d almost made it unscathed.

For the briefest of moments both Renee and Marie were on Sadie’s back, and then the creature, the not-bandersnatch, dragged away Marie.

And though Jeffrey Combs tended her wounds, she hadn’t recovered yet. She couldn’t even stand.

She didn’t know what exactly was happening inside the inn, since she was still lying on her side beside the door. Did they even know it was Renee?

I can tell them. You’ll put yourself in the same danger. Then Jonathan is caught and so are you.

They were facing something different, something lethal. They’d listen to her, wouldn’t they? Continue reading

The Shape of Family – Part Six

Tuesday is here! It’s time for Part Six of The Shape of Family. Let’s see what that old bandersnatch is up to these days..

<- Part Five – Sun-Baked

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The Shape of Family

Part Six – Den

by Rick Cook Jr

He released the mirror image from his silken, smoky grip and she clattered to the ground, scrambling away from him and babbling. He swirled with delight at his success and she watched without really seeing. He knew the look. Fear and shock.

His den was undisturbed, as it always was. No creatures dared enter the great redwood even while he was away. The mushrooms within never shied from his presence, though, and he cultivated them for their glow.

He had taken the girl deep into the hollow tree. If she attempted to flee, well, that just made the chase more exciting as she fled blindly in the maze of roots and tunnels. Continue reading

The Shape of Family – Part Three

Time for Part Three of The Shape of Family! There will be no more new POVs after this Part, just Sadie, Claire, and the uh… thing below.

<- Part Two – Wings

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The Shape of Family

Part Three – Wild

by Rick Cook Jr

The thing that was not a bandersnatch followed at a safe distance. He knew her by the scent of blood. Scent was curious; he did not always possess it, and wished never to need it, so abhorrent was it to him.

He should take her now. If it wasn’t for that thing under the girl…

What is it? he wondered. Not a horse, that much he knew. It was interesting, piquing the curiosity that came with the bandersnatch, but he overrode its instincts for his own. There might be time for curiosity later, once his quest was complete. Once his bloodline was secure. Continue reading