Jul 03, 2009 15:21
‘It’s all the stupid pumkin king’s fault,’ Jack grumbled as he stomped his way across the wide expanse of lawn leaving a trail of frostbitten footprints behind him.
[The Pumkin King - short story]
I know nothing of before I turned eight: then my first memory is full of pain and terror and blood.
[Untitled short story]
He stirred and stretched out his hands, his claws making a scritching sound on the car’s bonnet as he reluctantly pulled himself up: today was the day.
[Junkyard Dragon - short story]
We had shaken each other’s hands when he’d arrived, I held his for the correct length of time . . . at least I think I did.
[The Island - short story]
They said her dog had three heads and eyes that glowed yellow in the dark.
[The Bully - short story]
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