In Every Reality (A Short Story)

She moans against me, and I bite down the need to pull her closer. The sound is so familiar to me that ignoring it feels like ignoring my need to breathe, but I do. I have to.

I’ve traded my soul for this, and I can’t forget that. I traded my soul for twelve hours, and I’ll have to do everything perfectly if I plan to run away with more.

“What is it?” she whispers, pulling away from me. Her eyes glow under the fluorescent streetlight and I have to remind myself that this isn’t high school—isn’t prom night when I walked her home and we snuck through her bedroom window so her parents wouldn’t hear us. This isn’t even Ocala anymore—not really. This isn’t the town where we made our mark on the sidewalk and on each other. This is the reality where the ridicule became too much, and I ran. This is the reality where I drove off into the night and left her behind. This is the reality where I died.

“We should go,” I say. “Your place?”

She shrugs. “Fine, but it’s nothing like you remember.”

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James Wolfson

“The Little Queer Werewolf Who Could”

James spent his whole life listening to stories of his father’s old wolf pack and eagerly awaiting his first full moon–the day he would officially become a werewolf. But when the day came and he finally went through his first shift, James found he couldn’t transform completely leaving his body trapped somewhere between wolf and thirteen-year-old boy. To make matters worse, when the moon finally set, he didn’t change back.

A year later, James gets an opportunity he can’t refuse–the chance to go to a school for cryptids, become a true werewolf, and claim his rightful place in his father’s old pack.

But school is school (even in the supernatural world), and James struggles to place in the Horror course, his only real chance to be a true werewolf, while his father is keeping a secret about the pack that James can’t seem to crack. Between bullies, gym, and first love, James must learn what it means to be a werewolf, what it means to be a boy, and exactly where he falls somewhere in between.

James Wolfson is slated to release in 2018.

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Kidnap the Sun (A Short Story)

This story was written in response to homophobic comments made by a certain writer. The story features characters with names featured in the famous work by said writer, but the characters are unrelated (unless you’d like to headcanon them that way, in which case, my control dies here). Enjoy.

 

 

He’d always had one of those smiles—so bright it was as if he’d kidnapped the sun. Carla used to joke that it was all those tic tacs, tiny cut outs of a burning star that fed his ever-present joy. I just nodded along because the year was 1969, and boys like me, boys who liked other boys, were just as new as those sun-bright breath mints Johnny seemed to live off of.

That didn’t stop me from getting close, attempting to bask in just enough heat so as not to get burned. I lent Johnny my books because he loved to read and my notebook because he was too busy reading to take notes. I walked home from school with him, our sneakers scuffing up gravel and our backpacks thumping our shoulder blades in a syncopated rhythm. He’d whistle and I’d hum along, our heartbeats the metronome to keep the tempo consistent.

And then his mother would be waiting at the door, a sharp glint in her eye like a violent meteor with its course set to tear a hole between us. She always kept her hair tidily in a bun, her lipstick soft and pink, the color women were supposed to wear to please their husbands, boys like Johnny who would never like boys like me.

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