Short Stories:

[jakeminick]

He krept off the road and gently shuffled through the grass up to the fence, still wheezing from the narrow escape. The smell of cut grass overtaking a vapor of liquor and coke, as he flipped over the fence (apparently made from two by fours and wire). Ducking down in the sandy yard he scanned the area with periodic twitches. No lights on. Wooden stairs leading to the screened in porch of a trailer. A place to hide and think of what to do next. He tip toed to the placid porch and slid up the door hook with the dripping butterfly knife he had stolen from Martinez a few days ago. He sat down on the floor against the trailer wall in the darkness and wondered. Was Martinez one of them? If not, he's dead. The skin was so cold and scaly. It must have been the Jamaican Musk that disrupted their shifting abilities. How the fuck is this possible? She was so warm and coaxing. Almost slithering with her...A shudder ran from his loins, and up through his spine as he re-experienced her skin shift. The repeated plunging of blade as she hissed in mid mutation. The others instinctively enclosed on me. I saw their slimy faces. I barely escaped with my life. Was that coke or P.C.P.?...

[MsJacquiiC]

So you were tripping balls eh? LOL
Nice write though - I liked the feeling of anticipation throughout. Applause for doing a little something different!

[jakeminick]

thanks jacquii. no, that's what i came up with sober. could've took a little more time on it i guess. if i was tripping though, it would've probably been way too detailed with no direction at all. something like reptiles entering the minds of humans and strangling their inner child with a business tie, chuckle. thanks for the likes!

[nomadicrhymer]

Nice write. I was trying to figure out what was going on... aliens? Murder? Definitely had me guessing...

Nomad

[butchiesmom]

Wow, a bit of fantasy manufactured by too much chili the night before...that's what would've caused one of my nightmare scenarios.

I actually love any kind of fantasy but mutating characters are one of my favorites. You said much with so little. I read this wondering why he had trouble getting over the fence and to the house, what was dripping off his knife and who he was hiding from. You had me from the first sentence to the last word.

I would love to see where this leads and ends.

Loved it
Gail

[jakeminick]

thank you. i was just kind of taking a stab at writing a short story. practicing. i never really thought of a larger scheme. kind of just freestyling. glad it was entertaining.