Monday, January 22, 2018

Today Is Not The Day ★ Hollie Hausenfluck



What if I told you all those tales from your childhood were real? Vampires only come out at night, werewolves shift at the full moon, zombies eat brains, and ghosts still linger on this earth.

You'd probably think I was crazy.
Hell, sometimes I think I'm crazy.


It all started last year. When I almost died.



There I was, senior year of high school, three nights before graduation. I was always the popular girl in high school, the Gretchen Weiners of Crystal River High School, if you will. There was a massive party at Rock Crusher Canyon, and I had my eyes on Steve Withers and the growing pile of empty beer cans at his feet. Just a few more shotguns and maybe he would have the courage to make his move. I was sitting in the middle of my adoring fans around the bonfire we had started, rehashing some of the more memorable events from the year, when I heard the first scream. I looked around the circle and saw shocked faces doing the same. It wasn't every night, you heard a blood curdling scream echoing through the canyon.


“What was that?” I asked.


A lot of shoulders shrugged in response and when the sound died away, we continued with our conversation.


“Did you see the look on Mrs. Jackson’s face when she found her car filled with chickens?” I asked the group. Weary laughter sounded, as I relived the memory of our epic senior prank. That's when I heard the second scream. This time it was followed by a strange groaning sound.


“Must be a couple getting lucky in the woods,” I said with a nod in the direction of the tree line.


I looked in Steve's direction and noticed he was striding towards me. Maybe he had finally plucked up the courage. Eventually, after what felt like hours, he stood in front of me nervously shifting from foot to foot. “Hey. You wanna talk?” He offered me a hand up from the log I had been sitting on and I let him pull me towards the woods.


“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly.


“I want to go somewhere quiet. Maybe we can go sit in my truck.”


We tracked through the woods, but never encountered the lucky couple. As the trees thinned out, I could see the empty clearing where all the cars were parked. My heart raced. Was Steve finally going to make his move? I know my less than subtle flirting had to pay off eventually, but I never figured it would take the idiot a whole year to grow a pair.


We finally made it to his truck where I climbed up into the passenger seat. He slid into the seat next to me and started the ignition, setting the radio as quiet background noise. Sweat rolled down my back. The summer heat was stifling, not to mention the hottie in the seat next to me. He flicked on the air conditioner and I sighed in relief. The cool air caressed my overheated and flushed skin, but did little to quiet the nervous rolling of my stomach.


He placed a warm hand on my knee and inched closer in the seat. His other hand wrapped around my neck and pulled my lips to his. Just as our lips touched, a loud rapping noise sounded at the window. Steve jumped back and looked for the noise. When he realized it was his friend, he sighed and rolled the window down.


“Hey Steve, we're all headed to DQ to get some ice cream. You wanna come?”


I looked out the windshield and noticed all of the teenagers emerging from the woods.

Guess it wasn't going to be tonight.
I opened the door and looked to Steve. “I'll meet you there?”


He nodded and I slammed the door. I spotted my group of friends and walked in their direction. That's when a small movement caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman racing in our direction. Her blonde hair fanned out behind her in the wind as she ran, her tattered shirt flapping. The closer she got the more horrified I became. Blood was smeared down her chest, flowing from a wound at her throat.


When she reached our group, she gasped and collapsed in front of us. I knelt down, unsure of what to do. Her eyelids opened. “Run,” she said before she gurgled her last breath.


That's when the pandemonium started. People screamed and ran towards their vehicles. Through the screaming and shuffling footsteps, I couldn't hear the growling following closely behind. For some reason, I lagged behind all the other people running from the woods. Maybe it was the six pack I had guzzled or maybe it was the cheeseburger churning in my stomach. Either way, the running teenagers around me, seemed to grow further and further away.


I felt a sharp pain in my back and I screamed out. It felt like a hot blade scraping against my skin. I collapsed to the ground and inhaled the dirt as I breathed a shuddering breath. The pain radiated through my back as what felt like claws savagely tore my body to pieces. I heard a snarling and snapping noise and lifted my head to catch a glimpse of my attacker. A hairy face with glowing yellow eyes stood over me, his fangs dripping with deep crimson. That's the last thing I remember.





The full moon slips from behind the trees and the shifting begins.

The pain is excruciating.

Imagine every bone in your body being snapped in half, now double that pain and you might be close. I black out from the pain and I don't remember what happens when I'm in wolf form, but I wake with blood on my hands.

Instead of Gretchen Weiners, now I'm Jacob Black. Just without all the self control. The pile of bodies I leave behind every month, grows and grows.

Maybe someday I'll get this whole werewolf thing down, but today is not the day.


About the Author



My name is Hollie Hausenfluck and I'm from Charleston, SC, but I'm currently living in a tiny town in sunny Florida. I live with my husband, our two dogs (Jake and Precious), and our cat (Cali).

When I'm not busy taking care of my dogs (children) I can be found either reading or writing. I've always loved to read and started as soon as I learned how. I spent most of my childhood with my nose shoved in a book, immersed in the fantasy world it provided.

My love for books has turned into a passion for writing. I'm currently working on my debut novel, Deja Vu, and hope to have it published by the end of 2018.


I have a number of other ongoing projects, including a weekly tweet chat (#WIPchat) and hosting #52weeks52stories

Find Hollie on Twitter here.
Visit Hollie's blog here.

2 comments:

  1. I've been waiting for this day for a LONG time! So glad to finally have one of your stories on Wicked Shorts! Day Officially Made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Thank you so much for having me. You rock!

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