Spencer Moseley

The Werewolf had put pomade in his hair and some cologne he couldn't pronounce all over himself (including his crotch), before morphing into his Werewolf form. So now he was a Werewolf with a soccer player's head of hair, smelling like a fucking frat boy.  He'd stopped keeping track of the full moons because with how long he'd lived—having them as a surprise made him feel anything at all.  So he wandered into the forest behind his house, tripping over roots and rocks. I'm bushwhacking it, he thought. Great.  Sandra knew about his final form. She fucking knew him. In all his centuries on earth he'd told no one but her about who he really was. And he wasn't sure why he'd done it.  He had been fucking sober when he told her! In his car. She was coked up. But he had just been sipping a Diet Dr. Pepper while parked in his Corolla overlooking some river just north of NYC.  She had finished a small walk with him, and he truly hadn't found her entirely inter...

I think I'm just done living, I said. Not in a bad way though.  Well what's a good way? asked Nathan. He kinda chuckled lightly in a way that was soothing. I felt warmth emanating from his person.  Well how are you so chipper all the time? I asked. You don't seem down or gloomy.  We walked down the red carpeted hallway to an intersection at the... Hadn't we been in a hotel? I was in a planetarium. And Nathan was sitting next to me looking up as if nothing had happened.  What the fuck? I said, frozen.  Stay with it, he commanded. Don't acknowledge it. Talk to me. Keep talking. You were talking about being done living.  Right right, I said, brushing sweaty palms on my pants. I-I'm actually good.  Oh yeah? Why the sudden change of heart? Nathan's tone sounded accusing. That put me back in the present and I stared up at the ceiling as the Planetarium guide zoomed in on a star cluster.  So those are not stars, the guide was saying. Those are actually e...

His hands drifted over his body wherever they would and found a safe place. His hair smelled like salt and red roses. They danced together, swaying to the sound of the breeze. He imagined the pair of them slowly floating above the earth and standing on top of the sun, body to body, collecting the sun's heat. They would glow brighter and brighter and then had to return to earth to not burst into flame.  No one can spend that much time on the sun. He imagined catching the sun's rays and watching them turn to liquid gold in his hands. He imagined it was a smooth, thick liquid; and he and his partner covered themselves in it until they maintained the sun's glow without having to be on the sun itself.  They walked hand in hand all over the earth, collecting flowers together. For that was their life's purpose. God had told them so.  They multiplied the flowers. They multiplied the love they shared with every living being, man and beast.  Raccoons even got a taste of the su...

Ya don't say! I said.  Why'd you say that? I asked myself. I anxiously did something weird with my hands. That must be what that bitch means by my anxious motions, I thought. Meh. She was right. I shouldn't feel so annoyed with her for just calling me out. Just felt like a power imbalance. Like she could correct me on shit but if I returned the favor, suddenly it's a problem. Even though her public speaking delivery was about as energized as a turtle who'd just hit a blunt.  Fortunatelyyyy Maggie didn't mind what I'd said and smiled and a small laugh slipped out. Not forced, I noticed. I liked how her smile was small on her face. Because her face was rather round and made her whole mouth look small. Like one of those weird paintings.  I gave her the ice cream cone that had slightly dripped on my thumb and she started licking it. I couldn't help feeling a little turned seeing her tongue like that. My brain immediately wandered. But then we sat down and ta...