CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

Drawing from creatures of myth, this is one of the pieces to be found in Another 366 Days of Poetry. It is an attempt at a third form of didactic cinquain. Twisted Sirens  Harridans Sharp-tongued, shrill-voiced Swooping from the skies Inspiring awe and frozen-footed fear Harpies

Today's flash fiction is exactly 100-words long...and about werewolves. Werewolf’s Pact Tyler had always wanted to be a hunter, but couldn’t pull the trigger. He’d dropped the rifle, the trap’s steel jaws were tightening…and he hadn’t been able to pull the trigger even when he’d held the rifle. His prey wasted came immediately to help, despite what he’d been sent to do. “Why…” he began. “Why did you not?” she asked, freeing him. “It wasn’t right.” “But your father…’ “Is mistaken.” He looked at the gathered wolves in human form. “We’ll leave.” “Or you can stay and live as allies.” “We’ll stay as allies,” his father agreed, stepping from the shadows.    

One of the pieces flash for the next collection - aka a technological approach to vampire incursions as 55-word microfiction: Modern Tools The vampires came at midnight, when the moon was covered by clouds. Claire watched them arrive and let them enter, then lined them up as they came through the door. The crossbows were deadly when unexpected, but the drone-mounted flamethrowers made her laugh so hard her controller shook. By dawn the vampires were already ash.