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Monster Tales 01: Dark Side of the Writer
Monster Tales 01: Dark Side of the Writer
Monster Tales 01: Dark Side of the Writer
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Monster Tales 01: Dark Side of the Writer

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The story of Erin, who tells us how she graduated as an average young woman and expected the rest of her live to be average too. Until she gets a job working for a really nice and successful writer. The first days are peaceful, but then she gets haunted by the scent of an animal, only to find the werewolf in her dark bedroom a few days later, putting her under his control through his scent.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSciFurz
Release dateJun 19, 2016
ISBN9781310911453
Monster Tales 01: Dark Side of the Writer
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Writing the tales I want to read because no one else does.I love various genres so most tales are a blend and include science fiction, fantasy, horror, erotica, romance, and comedy.Get exclusive access to works in progress and more at Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/scifurzTo keep up with what I write check here:https://mastodon/@scifurzEnjoy reading today!

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    Monster Tales 01 - SciFurz

    Monster Tales 01

    Dark Side of the Writer

    by SciFurz

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    copyright © 2016 SciFurz

    Thank you for purchasing this book and supporting the author.

    Disclaimer

    All characters engaging in copulation, drinking, substance abuse or other so-called adult behaviour that might appear in this totally made up story are of the magical adult age before anything like that happens according to the laws of your residence.

    All characters are also fictional and have no resemblance to any other person, animal or object, living or dead, or even undead, zombie or ectoplasmic form.

    No animals were harmed during the making of this story, except for those slaughtered to feed humans or satisfy experiments, feed predators in the wild, and those in unfortunate accidents.

    Prologue

    As with so many personal accounts, this tale of mine may sound fantastic, but it's all true.

    I did change all the names though, otherwise we'd be getting nothing but weird stares and whispering behind our backs from now on. The usual level of gossiping for a town in the country is enough.

    Average, that was me when I grew up. I had no outstanding abilities, no striking features, finished school without an idea of what to become in the future, hadn't even had a serious boyfriend. During the summer after graduation I had a couple of temporary jobs filling in for other people, and I was just wondering one evening if my future was growing old working in retail or waiting tables, highlighted by a couple of marriages and divorces, when my mother came to me with a note.

    'I just got off the phone with Jane.' she said, meaning Jane Finnegan, an elder lady she knew from a charity she sometimes volunteers at. 'She talked to a friend of hers today who said a writer living near their town was looking for someone to assist him in his work and around the house. Then she remembered I told her how you were looking around for something and suggested you. Her friend asked him if he would meet you if you were interested and he said okay. Here's the address if you're interested, he's at home this week so you could drop in at any day.'

    I read the note she handed to me. Barry Richman. Not a name I recognised, but the town he lived near, let's call it Black Hill, was not too far away. I've passed it once when I did deliveries for an electronics shop in town for a couple of weeks.

    'All right.' I said. 'Might just be fun. And if it falls through, I'll spend the afternoon reading at the river with my feet in it.'

    'Since you like to read, maybe you're just the person he looks for.' my mother said and left me reading the driving instructions.

    Chapter 01

    I drove the next morning to Black Hill, arriving around ten at a house on the slope of a grassy hill, the forest edge several hundred meters behind it. It was one of those larger Victorian style houses, seemingly a requisite feature of the typical country image. I didn't mind though, I still think it has a certain charm.

    I parked the car next to his, some model from late seventies or early eighties. I have no clue about cars, just that it seemed that old.

    I took a minute to look at the

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