On 16 September 2015, these four words were chosen:
- Reflection
- Terror
- Honey
- Supernatural
And these blurbs were written within eight minutes….Enjoy!
NICOLE DRAGONBECK:
In that moment of pure terror, Honey paused for a moment of reflection. How on earth had she ended up in this supernatural nightmare? Things like this did not happen to normal people. Why did she have to be so…..abnormal?
The moment was shattered by the claw of the creature trying to rip out her heart. For obvious reasons, she had a problem with this.
“Benji!!” she hollered as loud as she could. “Now would be a great time to show yourself!”
The creature trying to kill her was startled for the briefest fraction of a second by her yell, but that was not enough to deter it. The dragon’s roar was. Benji appeared above them, hundred-foot wingspan blocking most of the moonlight. He roared again, the sound tearing at the ears.
Honey crouched down, putting her hands over her ears in order to not go deaf. Benji swooped down and snatched the werewolf up in one of his great claws, snapping the wolf’s spine and tossing it away like a piece of lint. He grinned at Honey with razor sharp teeth and gave a little yip, seeking her approval with a puppy-like wriggle. Honey stood up, and rubbed the scaly snout of the fearsome dragon.
“Where were you?” she said. “He could have ripped me to pieces!”
Benji didn’t say anything, but his reptilian eyes glinted.
“If this is how this is going to go,” Honey said, “I won’t be so quick to volunteer as bait again! Then we get no jobs. Then we don’t get paid. Then they take you back, chain you in a ridiculous circus wagon and put you on display…”
Benji let out a piteous moan and shook his head.
“Good,” Honey said. “I’m glad we understand each other. Now, let’s go and…”
A low growl from Benji cut her off a second before she noticed the glowing eyes surrounding them.
“Crap,” she said.
LISA BARRY:
Noll stared at his reflection in the small pool. His stomach lurched in terror. It was the third time he’d glanced in the water since his visit with the witch and each time the result was the same. He would have liked to say that his stomach was upset from the strangely tasting potion but that really wasn’t it. It had tasted weird, true, but sort of in a good way and it had slid down his throat like honey water on a cool day. Smooth and sweet.
It was more that he really hadn’t believed any of it. No witches were real, no supernatural creatures ran through the night. Well, he hadn’t really thought about them running during the day but if he had, he would have laughed in disbelief at that thought too.
But here he sat. He pock scarred face, now smooth. His stringy dark hair, now black as night and smooth, hanging just to his shoulders. His shirt had ripped where his shoulders had strained the thin fabric and his pants were tight and short. He looked just like he knew all women loved and it sickened him.
Yes, he asked for it. Yes, he drank the potion. Yes, he’d thought it was all poppy-cock. Yes, he was wrong. Very, very permanently wrong.
“Goodness, what has happened to you, sir?” a sweet and light voice said from behind him. Noll turned abruptly and found his eyes on a beautiful young lady in a long robe. She stepped back.
“Vampire,” she whispered and ran.
ALANNA CORMIER
I sat at my desk mindlessly stirring the honey in my tea, lost in thought. “How did this happen? “ I said aloud holding my head in my hand. The spell seemed so simple, so easy, a baby could do it. Once again, I proved that being supernatural wasn’t the fun adventure that movies often depicted. No, upon reflection, all I’ve succeeded in creating was terror. The screams outside at least seemed to have subsided. How could I have known? All I wanted to do was make the leaves of the trees turn color. I missed the fall so much. But instead, the trees took on a life of their own and they were not happy. All day they’ve been chasing my neighbors up and down the street. The worst part, my parents were going to be home from their trip to the monthly coven meeting, and boy are they going to be pissed.
ERIKA LANCE:
It was in the reflection of the window that he saw the terror creep into Jacob’s face. He thought they would have more time to prepare. He thought that they might live to see morning. Now Aiden wasn’t so sure.
He backed away from the window dragging the frozen Jacob with him. “What do you see?”
Aiden knew Jacob could see those things others couldn’t or wouldn’t see. He could see those things that haunted people’s nightmares. The monsters in the closet that your parents swore weren’t real; After the last couple of months Aiden new better.
These things, whatever they were, are supernatural creatures. Some look mostly human; he had even noticed one of the hottest girls in his class was one. She hid behind her bright blue eyes and long honey hair. She had small freckles on her nose and apparently the ability to disengage her jaw to eat off the top half of a person’s head in one bite.
She was out there somewhere. She was looking for them. It’s name was Kelley and it was going to eat them if she could.
“There are three.” Jacob finally said.
“Shit” was all Aiden said.
He grabbed the container of salt and started walking the perimeter again. He had to make sure every entrance was covered.
“You coming?” he asked Jacob.
Jacob shook his head no and pointed behind where Aiden was standing.
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