“Our next quarry has a knack for shapeshifting.”
He watched a young man tumble through the doorway to his mother’s bedroom.
“I’ve got six bullets in this revolver.”
The clouds parted, revealing a full moon.
Some very short fiction from my Twitter (@jojascully).
The visitors from far, far away wouldn’t lend the Amerindians a plasma cannon, but the strangers did help sharpen a few spears.
“You’re going to wait for the full moon? You are insane!”
“The proprietor of this establishment tells me that you’ve spent the last week drinking whiskey and consorting with all manner of women. We hired you to kill this werewolf!”
After a string of grizzly murders, an unusual scene awaits the police.
“So, what happened?”
“Well, the poor fool finally snapped. He shot himself.”