Monsters of Ice Cream: Uncollected Anthology - Beasties

By Robert Jeschonek

WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM! A love of ice cream brings monsters flocking to a small-town soft-serve stand that never turns them away. But when the open-minded owner falls ill, a wolfman and his creature feature friends have to keep the place alive. Do they stand a chance when monster-hating locals threaten to destroy everything they’ve worked for? The werewolves, vampires, zombies, and ghouls might not survive without help from the most unexpected allies of all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Jeschonek
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020

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Monsters of Ice Cream

Monsters of Ice Cream

AN UNCOLLECTED ANTHOLOGY: BEASTIES

ROBERT JESCHONEK

Pie Press

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Also by Robert Jeschonek

Monsters of Ice Cream

About the Author

Back Matter

Special Preview: Heaven Bent

UNCOLLECTED ANTHOLOGY: BEASTIES

MONSTERS OF ICE CREAM

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Monsters of Ice Cream

Slipping through the leafy forest by the light of the full July moon, I feel veils of hot, humid air part reluctantly around me. Wolfman that I am, I breathe deep of the loamy, fetid air, snuffling with delight at the myriad scents swirling in the stillness.

But one scent, more than any other, thrills me to the bone. My helpless prey is near, just up ahead. The subject of this night’s hunt is almost within reach.

Throwing my head back, I let out a howl of delight. AROOOO! This is what I live for—the hunt, the chase, the attack. When I am in this form, part-wolf and part-human, this is the truest joy of my life.

Almost there. My heart hammers in my furry chest and my mouth waters. Excitement roars through my body from the tip of my nose to the tip of my tail.

Finally, just when I can hardly bear the anticipation another second, I burst through the last of the brush and erupt into a clearing. Ten yards away stands the place where I can seize that which I crave, that which will satisfy my monstrous hunger and make me feel complete for at least a short while.

The ice cream stand!

As a wolfman with a hyper-acute sense of smell, I can detect the soft-serve flavors in the air from here—chocolate, vanilla, teaberry. I also smell the other creatures—what the unenlightened might call monsters—gathered for their nightly fix. It’s a familiar mix of scents, as this stand—Frostee Kurl outside Jameson, Pennsylvania—serves the likes of us nightly after midnight, after closing to more normal clientele (who, for the most part, don’t even know we exist) at 11 p.m.

But there’s something unfamiliar in the air tonight, too—unfamiliar at least in the context