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    Nasty, Brutish & Short Short
    Nasty, Brutish & Short Short
    Nasty, Brutish & Short Short
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    Nasty, Brutish & Short Short

    By David R. Michael

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    A collection of violent horror flash fiction and short short stories by David Michael.
    The Call of the Hunter Moon – Violence is easy. You just let go. Your hands become claws for ripping. Your teeth bare, you snap, you grab, you tear. You smell the fear, savor the screams, taste the blood...
    Tucker – When I arrived, the boy stood there surveying the chaos he had wrought, gloating over it all–except for her. He wouldn’t look at her. She knelt by the body she had once inhabited, her physical face now unrecognizable in the gore...
    Crowfeeder – At our arrival, the closest of the black carrion birds startled. A ripple like a wave in a black ocean flowed across the field as the birds flapped into the air, reconsidered once they saw how few we were, and settled back to continue gorging...
    And 10 more!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid R. Michael
    Release dateSep 28, 2010
    ISBN9781458085399
    Nasty, Brutish & Short Short
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    David R. Michael

    Most days, David Michael is a software developer and a writer. Some days, he’s a writer and a software developer. Other days, he’s an amateur photographer. Because, really, who is the same person every day?David is the designer and developer of The Journal, personal journaling software for Windows. He has also designed and developed video games, and has written two nonfiction books and numerous articles about video game development.David lives with his wife and kids in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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      Nasty, Brutish & Short Short - David R. Michael

      Nasty, Brutish & Short Short

      Stories by David Michael

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright © 2010 by David Michael.

      Published by Four Crows Landing.

      Nasty, Brutish & Short Short. Copyright © 2010 by David Michael. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information contact Four Crows Landing: contact@fourcrowslanding.com

      …And Broke His Crown, A Rainy Morning After the Hunt, Crowfeeder, Darker Than Thou, Down Hill, Emmy, He Came, Late Arrival, Straightening Up, The Call of the Hunter Moon, Tucker, Unexpected Truths, and When Writers Attack Copyright © 2006 by David Michael.

      Designed by David Michael.

      Cover artwork and layout by Don Michael, Jr.

      Published by Four Crows Landing.

      1.1-2011.05.18

      This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Most of the locations are made up too.

      Table of Contents

      The Call of the Hunter Moon

      Emmy

      Tucker

      Crowfeeder

      Down Hill

      Straightening Up

      Darker Than Thou

      Unexpected Truths

      Late Arrival

      …And Broke His Crown

      He Came

      When Writers Attack

      A Rainy Morning After the Hunt

      Excerpt from Demon Candy

      Excerpt from The Summoning Fire

      The Call of the Hunter Moon

      Violence is easy. You just let go. Your hands become claws for ripping. Your teeth bare, you snap, you grab, you tear. You smell the fear, savor the screams, taste the blood.

      You hunt, you kill, you exult, you feed, you howl to the sky, to the whole world and to the gods.

      The hunt calls. The hunt demands. The hunt is why. Even when what you hunt is hunting you. Violence feeding on hunter and hunted, breeding and leading to more violence.

      An orchestra, a choir of violence, all in concert. Hearts bleeding. For you. From you. For me. From me. For everyone. From everyone.

      Prey or pray. It’s an easy choice.

      Let go.

      Hunt.

      Emmy

      Emmy projected the sound of a key turning in the lock, the door opening, as she kicked in the door.

      She stepped into the house and stood in the small foyer, reaching out with her mind, searching. She detected a man, sleeping, alone. Disappointed, Emmy sighed. She had hoped for a couple, but maybe he was a big man. Regardless, she was here. She would take what she could get.

      The door to the man’s bedroom squeaked as she opened it.

      The man lay on his stomach, but turned onto his side at the noise. Emmy caught the image of a woman from the man’s mind, his wife. Emmy projected this image back at him, smiling.

      That was a long meeting, he said.

      Emmy shrugged and walked up to the bed. She put one hand on the man’s ample haunch, projecting the look and feel of his wife’s hand. She squeezed, lightly, but letting him feel her fingernails through the layers of material.

      The man opened his eyes wider. Feeling frisky? he asked.

      Emmy winked and nodded.

      The man rolled onto his back, flipping the sheet off him at the same time. Emmy helped him pull off his shorts. His already erect penis quivered. He closed his eyes and moaned as she caressed him, rubbing him with the backs of her fingers.

      She plunged her awareness deeper into his mind. His eyes popped open again, but her hand, stroking him, distracted him. She found his name, Robert, and more images, both memories and fantasies, of his wife, Teresa.

      Emmy constructed a more complete projection of Teresa. She took her hand off of him and he sighed and whimpered in disappointment and contentment. He watched, entranced, as his wife took off her clothes, a strip tease, a lap dance at the side of his bed.

      Goodness, honey, he said. What were they serving at that meeting?

      Emmy put a finger to her lips. After a long minute she finished the strip tease. She mounted him, slipping his erection inside her. The man moaned again. Emmy suppressed her own moan, not trusting her mental sound substitution in the act of passion.

      She rocked her hips. She dug her fingers and toes into the sheets.

      Oomph, he said as Emmy’s weight

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