Moonman Wolfman Excerpt

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An excerpt from something I'm working on.

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English

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Middle Aged (35-54)

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North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

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the dining room window exploded. Moonlit dancing shards slid, spinning in all directions across a darkened hardwood floor. Black claws. As long as an eight year old finger slid as well, the astronauts sat bolt upright in his bed. He could hear someone coming up the stairs. He quietly slid open the top drawer of his night stand and removed a snub nose. 38 from its leather holster. The bedroom door creaked open. Twin pupils shimmered. White is they fixed upon the astronaut, seizing solid, all thought in his mind. Fresh thunder opened wide and wet in the astronauts bedroom as his gun went off and off and off. But that was nothing compared to the sounds. It made daylight the smell of cut grass. I cut the grass yesterday, the astronaut thought. I like cutting the grass. Then panic surfaced. He scrambled on all fours, looking in every direction. He was in his backyard, Onley, feet away from the tree line that circled the property. He looked toward his house, shading his eyes from the sun. There, the back door wide open and just over was his newly absent dining room window. He didn't remember coming outside. He didn't remember leaving the bedroom, but he did remember the weight of that thing. That's when the pain came sharp and strong. His right hand was coated in flakes of brown blood. Blood that had clearly been flowing from the bite marks that, as far as he could tell, wrapped around his entire forearm. Luckily, the bleeding had stopped on its own. The pain, however, had not deep black pits circled all sides of his trembling palette arm. Its teeth had gone right down to the bone. He knew it. He could feel it. It's a wonder it didn't break in half. He raised his arm for a closer look when a wet pop exploded somewhere inside his shoulder. Mm, ****, Jesus ****, he moaned, falling on his back. The last thing he saw was a tiny silver plane drawing a white line across a blue, cloudless sky. Then he remembered the launch date. He was going to the moon tomorrow, the helmet fastened to the astronaut's suit with a smart click. He filled his lungs with processed air and nodded to Commander Wyatt. She smiled and nodded back. He didn't look good. He looked feverish fun. Well, probably just nerves. Was she nervous? No, Not nervous. Getting perhaps a little anxious, but mostly excited. After all, this was her first trip as well. She was smiling as she stepped one foot at a time into her space suit. Are you okay? She asked over the radio in her helmet. A pause? Yeah, of course. They said, Why do I not look fine? You're sweating and it's freezing in here. You're not sick, are you? She held his gaze with a look of genuine concern. He could feel it all beginning to crumble behind his eyes. No, he said, finally, just the last minute jitters. Trying my best not to think about all the screws on this thing. She smiled. It's gonna be fine.