WIPWordSearch Excerpts November 2023 Week 4

Several wicked looking lawn gnomes with mischievous expressions etched in their ceramic faces stared back at Thomas a few feet from the steps, each one holding a different musical instrument as if they were members of a #rock band.

Thomas’ body ached for him to #reach out his hand and grab the mug, to lick the side of the mug and to drink. How could he consider that? Disgusted, he pushed it further away. His hand brushed the spill when he released the mug’s handle.

Heavy thuds made the speaker cackle as they repeated with a slow #rhythm. Someone had to be breaking the wall as planned. Thomas watched the phone shake in Julia’s hands.

“Glad to see you’re awake, kid. Welcome to the #Red Lightning Pub. I’m your gracious host and wandering savior, Lawrence the Great. Lawrence the Brave. Maybe just Lawrence, the fella who saved your life.”

Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. It didn’t matter. Thomas opened his hand, dropping shards of glass as he #relaxed his grip.

Not a single piece of glass had left as much as a scratch on his skin.

Helpless, Sean watched her go. She heard him mumble to himself as she #rocketed up the stairs. “I can’t do this.”

In the middle of the forest, they would not see the moon #reach its zenith, but all werewolves could feel the curse inside growing more eager and desperate with each passing minute, and the potions’ buzzing was growing stronger with the wolves inside.

“Thomas! Thomas! Get back here, boy,” Lawrence #roared. “You owe me your life. This is your family.”

“Maybe so,” Thomas said. “But they were my family first.”

Pain throbbed in unison with Clara’s slow heartbeat. Each throb made her temples ache as if a hammer was slamming into them in a steady #rhythm.

Clara’s vision blurred with a #red haze. She could no longer see what the wolf was doing. She’d been forced out, and the wolf was in complete control.

Clara sighed, grateful for at least one less thing to worry about. The knot in her stomach didn’t #relax.