January 2025 WipWordSearch Excerpts Week 2

“You’re not #serious.” Sean leaned forward in his banana chair. “Was it really bad or are you a wuss?”

Thomas snatched it with his unburned hand and the liquid sloshed inside. A small #swell of renewed energy bubbled inside him, and his stomach lurched in anticipation as the metallic scent reached his nose.

We have the hunger. You’ve felt it. Everything we #suffer from comes from the witch’s wrath.

Thomas wasn’t in control. The beast inside of him was.

Thomas coiled, readying to spring, then #soared through the air.

The park empty, he sprinted toward a #steep hill right before the closest tree line.

Primal joy pulsed through him as he pushed his body’s new abilities to the limit, outmatching any lingering disappointment that this hellish life was his own now.

Al put away his flask and placed a #strip of leather between Charles’ lips, which would hopefully keep him from biting off his own tongue during the procedure.

His pen slipped from his twitching fingers and fell from the clipboard. Before it hit the tiles at his feet, Thomas knew the exact #spot it would bounce and land.

Tipping back the glass, Thomas drank deep, his disgust with his new diet buried under his #self-pitying.

“I don’t know what to say to them. ‘#Sorry I tried to eat the chick you were hitting on last night, Nelson. Oh, and Sean, I prefer blood with my beer now. I’m sure you understand.’”

It was as if a lightning bolt raced down his spine, so #sudden was his renewed vigor. His eyes snapped open and he sat straight up, his heart raced and his stomach released out a thunderous growl of need.

The first thin trickle of blood #spilled across his tongue. His self-loathing and desperation at what he was doing was overcome by a sense of pure exhilaration.

“Wait, you’re #serious?” he growled, his own eyes flashing as he leapt up from his seat. “You think I murdered someone in cold blood? That’s why you came all the way out here right before dawn?”

The subways were crowded with commuters and she didn’t think she could take all the jostling. When a woman guffawed a few feet away, anger #swelled in her chest and she broke into a painful jog, hoping it would take the edge off.

There was a duality in all werewolves. Most who #suffered from the lycanthropic curse reflected some aspect of their bestial nature, even in human form.

The potion had changed everything for them. They didn’t have to live nomadic lives and could enjoy being human again. But the Crone did not run a charity; she charged a #steep price for her monthly potions.

With only a few #strips of tape the stun gun trigger would be held down, letting it spark freely. Then all he had to do was hurl the entire bomb through a window.

When Clara opened the door to her brother’s apartment, she found him in his usual #spot. Sprawled across a couch with several books and old videocassette tapes heaped randomly on the floor nearby.

It was a blend of survivor’s guilt, of #self-loathing, and of struggling to come to terms with the fact that you were no longer human—all the emotions that __ himself would be going through right now.

“#Sorry, I can’t help that I have such good ears. Besides, Clara’s heart is pounding so hard it’s making me hungry.”

Clara stepped out of the thick of the forest and blinked in the #sudden light. When her eyes had adjusted, she blinked again to ensure the massive log building before actually existed.

His right eye was swollen completely shut and his shirt was covered in dried blood from a #split lip and a broken nose.