What happens at the Pine Grove, stays at the Pine Grove

Been a busy week. I’ve done some overtime at work, went car shopping nearly 5 days in a row (and I’m still not finished) and it was the kids first day back to school yesterday. Here’s a scene though. I’ve got another almost done as well, so it shouldn’t be too long between posts this time.

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All he could do was watch and wait his turn while the wolf slaughtered his friends and dogs right in front of him. He was the last of the hunting party. Davidson, Greene, and Buckley all dead. Their throats torn open before they could mutter a word. Buckley had screamed though. He screamed a lot. Trapped between a long oak table and the wall Josh saw everything. The wolf had Buckley pinned down on the floorboards, taking bites into his face. It swallowed mouthfuls of skin and hair until Buckley’s screams were reduced to a wet gurgle; at last falling silent.

Satisfied, the wolf had turned to a paralyzed Josh and fixed its blue eye on him. While the red one twitched with feral insanity, the blue one was cool and steady. The wolf knew what it was doing. Somehow, it knew him.

Its gaze had snapped to a desk in the corner. In an instant, it rammed the desk, spilling the contents onto the floor. The wolf approached a chipped plaque amid the mess that read Pine Grove Lodge. Under the title read the following:

If We Can’t Shoot The Deer

At Least We’ll Have Our Beer

Ron Davidson

Josh Tyndall

George Greene

Ed Buckley

Simon Marks

What happens at the Pine Grove, stays at the Pine Grove…

The wolf looked up at Josh, waiting for eye contact before lifting its leg and releasing a stream of hot urine onto the plaque.

The wolf began what Josh first thought as a sneezing or coughing fit. Drool and blood flecked spittle sprayed from its snout, until he noticed the slightly upturned mouth and the lunatic gleam in both eyes. The wolf was laughing at him. It was at this moment that Josh first realized that the wolf was Simon Marks. It had come in here and slaughtered everyone and now it would take its time and savor the last kill.

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In an effort to discipline myself and grow as a writer, I am going write a different scene as often as possible and post them here (it used to be each day). These will vary in size, genre and most likely, quality. They will serve as both an exercise and as potential seeds for unwritten stories. Feel free to comment on what you see and if you want to take one of these "seeds" and go with it, great! Let me know how it turns out.

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