Short story: Jack the growler

Short story: Jack the growler
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  • I scurried after it managing to catch up to it and swiftly grabbing it from the winds reach and almost tripping over the rough cracked asphalt. “Gotcha,” I said aloud triumphantly
  • It had been forever since I’ve seen a newspaper after they stopped making them 13 years ago in 2022. A clack of metal on concrete made me swing around to be face to face with a growler dropping the faded crumpled newspaper.
  • I quickly held my breath and began to slowly walk away when I tripped on the curb. The growler exploded in a jumble of screeches and I covered my ears to try to block the horrible sound. I need to get out of here is all I could think as my eyes go to rest on a dark alley that I had not noticed before. I try to make a run for it when I look behind me and see three more terrifying growlers running up the street towards me. “You’ve force me to do this,” I say as I made it to the opening of the alley way.
  • Reaching for my pocket all I have to do is touch the stone and the growlers are ignited into bright flames. But just as I’m about to touch it I feel the claws of one of the growlers slash a crossed my back, I should have checked the alley before turning around to face the growlers chasing me. The sharp sting of pain hits me like a brick wall and as I fall to the ground and the last thing I see is a dark figure running up to me and slicing off the nearest growlers head before it all goes black.
  • Waking up in a nice warm bed is something that just doesn’t happen anymore, so why am I in one. Something else that doesn’t happen anymore is waking up to see a girl sitting at the side of your bed reading a book titled “Not Again”. She had on a black tee shirt which was a little bit too big for her and a pair of ripped up black jeans. Her hair was a dark brown and it was cut short and strait.
  • “Good morning sunshine,” she says, “I see you’re awake finally.” “No kidding,” I reply, “You want untie me?” Bursting out laughing she answers, “Why would I untie a growler in progress of changing?” “What?” I ask as she got up and dusted her jeans off to go and take out a mirror and put it in front of me, the left half of my face is covered with a light coat of a dark grey fur when I look into it. The tips of my blond hair were changing a shade of neon green and so was my tongue and eyes.
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