Category Archives: Warwolves

Meet Barb

Barb Pierce had the wolf’s blood Long before She had the wolfsblood. They called her Tomboy But they were wrong. Sure, she got into fights. She would punch and bite And pull hair rarely. She had an impressive scab on … Continue reading

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Parachutes

There is a rush of cold wind. Judd closes his coat around his neck. A light plane over a dark country. The squad is mostly quiet. Has been since they left England. Cooper stands at the door. Wind whipping his … Continue reading

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Meet Judd

Judd Surgeon grew up in Jersey.
Clean streets were his playground.
His two dogs,
Lucky and Spike,
His best friends.
His dad managed a bank.
Put bacon on the table in years when banks had many men
Jumping from the ledges of skyscrapers
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First Strike

There is a rush of cold wind. The major closes his coat closed around his neck. A shit patrol in a shit country. The camp is mostly quiet. A couple of men laughing telling stories. They are not funny. Not … Continue reading

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