by J. J. Curry Ford
The wood tipped trident grazed Vincent's neck. "Don't move," Aquanis growled.
"You better not hesitate, Aquanis. You waver one second, I will tear out your throat and feed what's left of you to your children and your grand children."
"Tsk, tsk, Vincent, you and your...violence. You make my cold blood...burn." Vincent watched Aquanis' tail wrap around his waist, Aquanis' fin undoing Vincent's belt. The tail wrapped around around Vincent's legs. Vincent watched as his pants floated out the door, into the next room.
"Aquanis...what...what are you doing?"
"Oh my dear boy, haven't you figure it out by now?" Aquanis' taut, clammy abs caressed the small of Vincent's back. "I'm going to be doing..."
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Hubert Selby Jr.’s "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"
by J. J. Curry Ford
Waylon Frost swings the axe made of ice at the redwood. The sun doesn’t stop it from the yell of “Timber!”, the cloud of birds, insects, and dust. Waylon rips the branches and birds nests off, his claws smoothing the edges.
***
Waylon and his partner, Nathan Necrofoot look at each other from opposite sides of the bed.
“Waylon, are you sure this will work, that this will finally get us laid?” Nathan asks.
“That’s what the old man on the mountain said, that if yetis go ass to ass using a redwood no less than 100 years old that our howls and blood will attract females and this will ensure the survival of our species.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Then we will keep trying until it does. We do this for survival. For hope.” Waylon grabs the remote, cuing the mournful violins of the Kronos Quartet to mask the grunt of that first inch.
J. J. Curry Ford is a tween paranormal romance novelist. His first book, Fins and Fangs, comes out in 2012.
Waylon Frost swings the axe made of ice at the redwood. The sun doesn’t stop it from the yell of “Timber!”, the cloud of birds, insects, and dust. Waylon rips the branches and birds nests off, his claws smoothing the edges.
***
Waylon and his partner, Nathan Necrofoot look at each other from opposite sides of the bed.
“Waylon, are you sure this will work, that this will finally get us laid?” Nathan asks.
“That’s what the old man on the mountain said, that if yetis go ass to ass using a redwood no less than 100 years old that our howls and blood will attract females and this will ensure the survival of our species.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Then we will keep trying until it does. We do this for survival. For hope.” Waylon grabs the remote, cuing the mournful violins of the Kronos Quartet to mask the grunt of that first inch.
J. J. Curry Ford is a tween paranormal romance novelist. His first book, Fins and Fangs, comes out in 2012.
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