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The Shape of Family – Part Twelve

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It’s Tuesday! What’s that mean? you ask. I’ll tell you, it’s storytime! Sadie the skinchanger was juuuust about to have her neck sliced open by the dogged Captain Claire Claymonte of the Winged Riders. Onward to story!

<- Part Eleven – Clash

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The Shape of Family

Part Twelve – Family

by Rick Cook Jr

The woman that appeared from a mouse fell back from Claire’s sword, tripping over Jeffrey’s body and tumbling to the ground. She was screaming something, but Claire couldn’t hear it. She was furious. She would have blood. She dashed forward, sword extended.

Then was knocked to the side, her sword thumping to the ground. Private Tanner stood where Claire had been moments before, shoulder held like a charging spearman. Her side ached where he had pummeled into her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Tanner?” she yelled, struggling to her feet, throwing off the hands of Sergeant Hughes trying to help her up.

“She’s crying for mercy, Captain,” Hughes whispered. Continue reading →

The Shape of Family – Part Four

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It’s Tuesday, so strap in for about 1,000 words of this wild and weird shapeshifter story!

<- Part Three – Wild

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The Shape of Family

Part Four – Priority

by Rick Cook Jr.

Sadie felt the malevolent presence leave them as Marie’s twin rode their backtrail. She panted and snorted with relief when Marie finally let her rest a bit, walking along the road that would lead to the capital.

The other girl was in danger. Sadie refused to think about it. Not her problem. She had saved Marie, wasn’t that enough?

I’m not their mother. Continue reading →

The Shape of Family – Part Three

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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 →

The First Line Was The Last [890 words][nsfw-drugs]

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This short story is posted in Fiction, Short Stories, and Writing Prompts.

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The First Line Was The Last

by Rick Cook Jr

Once upon a time, there was a story so short, it was only a single line. That line danced up the straw into my nose, a churning whirlwind of promise. I leaned back, snorting and coughing, holding my nose shut against the tingling urge to sneeze all that powder back out. Everyone around me laughed as I started to sniff. I didn’t feel anything different, except a pleasant numbing sensation. It tasted funny, in the back of my throat. Continue reading →