Squirrels, Coyotes, and Werewolves...Oh My!
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Flash Fiction
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Ya know, last night, I did somethin' kinda outta character for me. I hit the hay early, like 9 PM early. Now, normally, I'm a night owl, y'know, burnin' that midnight oil and all.
But I gotta tell ya, I was feelin' plum tuckered out, and the idea of a solid night's sleep was mighty temptin'.
I drifted off into dreamland faster than a cat pouncing on a shadow. It was like my body just hit the snooze button on reality and plunged into the depths of slumber.
The soft embrace of sleep wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold night, and I was out like a light.
But then, out of nowhere, it felt like I got hit by a bolt of lightning. One moment I'm sailing through the peaceful seas of sleep, and the next, I'm rudely jolted back to the shores of wakefulness.
It was as if someone decided to wake me up with a marching band parade right outside my window.
I blinked groggily, trying to make sense of the sudden interruption to my peaceful repose. My mind stumbled out of the fog of sleep, grappling with the harsh reality of being yanked from my dreams so abruptly.
Man, talk about a wake-up call that's more like a rude awakening!
Ya see, it was a night like any other, moon hanging in the sky like a big pizza pie. But then, outta nowhere, the sirens start blaring, 2 in the morning, piercing through the quiet like a hot knife through butter.
So, what do I do? I get up, I investigate. I step out onto my porch, and what do I see? Three homes ablaze, flames reaching for the stars like they owed ’em money.
But that’s not all. Oh no.
I see this squirrel, tiny little fella, darting past me, tail on fire like it was the Olympic torch relay. And chasing after it?
A coyote, fur all lit up like it just got back from a barbecue gone wrong. It was like a scene from a Looney Tunes cartoon, but with a whole lot more heat.
Now, here’s where it gets wild. The firemen? Yeah, they’re werewolves. Fur all bristled, teeth glistening in the firelight, howling at the flames like they were challenging ’em to a duel.
And me? Well, thank the stars, I had my trusty .44 loaded with silver bullets, ready to tame the chaos.
So there I am, standing amidst the chaos, the night alive with the crackling of flames and the howls of werewolves. And as I take aim, I can’t help but think, “Well, this ain’t your average Tuesday, that’s for daggum sure.”
Just when I was about to take the plunge into the next dimension of deep slumber, my phone decides to belt out its merry tune. I swear, it was like it had a sixth sense for the worst possible timing.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the trigger button, as if my phone had caught me red-handed in the act of attempting to escape the waking world.
And then, in that moment of hesitation, the familiar voice of my old buddy Rob echoed through the receiver.
"How the heck ya doing, Ricky?" he blurts out, his voice crackling with a mix of surprise and amusement.
Well, ain't that just the cherry on top of the sleep-deprived sundae? Here I am, teetering on the edge of consciousness, and Rob decides it's the perfect time to check in. But hey, what can I say? Timing was never his strong suit.”
"I'll be doing much better after I blow away these werewolves!" I bellowed into the phone, my voice a mix of determination and just a hint of exhaustion.
I could practically hear Rob's eyebrows shoot up in surprise on the other end of the line. Werewolves? Yeah, that's right. When you're Ricky Bobby, even your late-night adventures come with a touch of the supernatural.
But hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right? And if that means taking on a pack of lycanthropes in the dead of night, then so be it. After all, it's all in a night's work for yours truly.
I steadied my aim, 44 Magnum in hand, and squeezed the trigger. The eruption of gunpowder was a spectacle to behold. Time seemed to stretch as I observed the silver bullet finding its mark, striking the werewolf square in the chest.
So, there I was, caught betwixt the realms of dreams and reality. Suddenly, a force shook me, jolting my senses. "Ricky! Ricky! Wake up!" A voice pierced the murky haze of my subconscious. As I stirred, blinking into consciousness, I discerned the familiar tones of my wife.
Slowly, I pried open my heavy eyelids. What I saw next, well, let me tell you, it made my heart race. There, by the edge of my bed, stood Sadie, my golden retriever, staring intently at the bedroom door, teeth bared.
Each breath she took, a low, guttural growl escaped her. Her fur, it bristled like a forest on edge, ready for action. And me, well, I watched her closely, noting the subtle tremors running through her limbs.
It was like she was on high alert, ready to take on any unseen foes. Then, I turned to look at my wife, and her face was as white as a ghost. Slowly, she pointed her finger at the door.
And what I saw, well, it was beyond belief. In that moment, a shiver ran down my spine, mixing with the uncertainty hanging in the air. In the doorway, there lay a wolf-like creature, a hole in its chest oozing blood.
I glanced down at my right hand, and there it was, my trusty .44 still in my grip. A faint wisp of smoke curling from the barrel.
I asked my wife, “What happened?”
"Well," she replied, "Sadie, our loyal pooch, started barking and growling like there was no tomorrow. Next thing ya know, the glass on the patio door shattered into a million pieces, and this... this thing came charging toward the bedroom like a bat out of hell.
And wouldn't you know it, you had your trusty gun right there in your hand, ready for action. You took one look at that creature and bam!
You let loose a shot that would make Dirty Harry proud. But then, just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger, you keeled over like a sack of potatoes.
It was like watching a scene straight out of a Quentin Tarantino flick, I tell ya.”
All I could muster up was a breathless, "Oh my!" It was like watching a magic trick gone wrong, but instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, we ended up with a wolf-like creature crashing through our patio door.
Talk about a night of surprises!
Let me tell you something, this night was wild, okay? I mean, we're talking crazy, off-the-charts kind of wild.
It was like a whirlwind of insanity, you know what I'm saying?”
Ya know, I ain't one for tootin' my own horn, but last night, I was like a one-man army, y'know? I faced down a pack of werewolves and sent 'em packin', all while my dog here held the fort at home.
But let me tell ya, I ain't no hero. I just did what needed to be done, y'know? When the chips are down, you gotta step up, and that's what I did.
Now, I ain't saying I'm gonna go lookin' for trouble, but if it comes a-knockin', I'll be ready. I'll be there, in the shadows, watchin', waitin', ready to strike like a cobra.
So, remember this, when the night gets dark and the wolves come a-howlin', just know that Ricky Bobby has your back, y'know? I'll be there, like a lone wolf in the wilderness, ready to protect the innocent from the forces of evil.
And until that day comes, I'll be gettin' my rest, 'cause a man can't fight werewolves without any sleep. So, goodnight, folks, and don't let the bedbugs bite.
Ya know, last night, I did somethin' kinda outta character for me. I hit the hay early, like 9 PM early. Now, normally, I'm a night owl, y'know, burnin' that midnight oil and all.
But I gotta tell ya, I was feelin' plum tuckered out, and the idea of a solid night's sleep was mighty temptin'.
I drifted off into dreamland faster than a cat pouncing on a shadow. It was like my body just hit the snooze button on reality and plunged into the depths of slumber.
The soft embrace of sleep wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold night, and I was out like a light.
But then, out of nowhere, it felt like I got hit by a bolt of lightning. One moment I'm sailing through the peaceful seas of sleep, and the next, I'm rudely jolted back to the shores of wakefulness.
It was as if someone decided to wake me up with a marching band parade right outside my window.
I blinked groggily, trying to make sense of the sudden interruption to my peaceful repose. My mind stumbled out of the fog of sleep, grappling with the harsh reality of being yanked from my dreams so abruptly.
Man, talk about a wake-up call that's more like a rude awakening!
Ya see, it was a night like any other, moon hanging in the sky like a big pizza pie. But then, outta nowhere, the sirens start blaring, 2 in the morning, piercing through the quiet like a hot knife through butter.
So, what do I do? I get up, I investigate. I step out onto my porch, and what do I see? Three homes ablaze, flames reaching for the stars like they owed ’em money.
But that’s not all. Oh no.
I see this squirrel, tiny little fella, darting past me, tail on fire like it was the Olympic torch relay. And chasing after it?
A coyote, fur all lit up like it just got back from a barbecue gone wrong. It was like a scene from a Looney Tunes cartoon, but with a whole lot more heat.
Now, here’s where it gets wild. The firemen? Yeah, they’re werewolves. Fur all bristled, teeth glistening in the firelight, howling at the flames like they were challenging ’em to a duel.
And me? Well, thank the stars, I had my trusty .44 loaded with silver bullets, ready to tame the chaos.
So there I am, standing amidst the chaos, the night alive with the crackling of flames and the howls of werewolves. And as I take aim, I can’t help but think, “Well, this ain’t your average Tuesday, that’s for daggum sure.”
Just when I was about to take the plunge into the next dimension of deep slumber, my phone decides to belt out its merry tune. I swear, it was like it had a sixth sense for the worst possible timing.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the trigger button, as if my phone had caught me red-handed in the act of attempting to escape the waking world.
And then, in that moment of hesitation, the familiar voice of my old buddy Rob echoed through the receiver.
"How the heck ya doing, Ricky?" he blurts out, his voice crackling with a mix of surprise and amusement.
Well, ain't that just the cherry on top of the sleep-deprived sundae? Here I am, teetering on the edge of consciousness, and Rob decides it's the perfect time to check in. But hey, what can I say? Timing was never his strong suit.”
"I'll be doing much better after I blow away these werewolves!" I bellowed into the phone, my voice a mix of determination and just a hint of exhaustion.
I could practically hear Rob's eyebrows shoot up in surprise on the other end of the line. Werewolves? Yeah, that's right. When you're Ricky Bobby, even your late-night adventures come with a touch of the supernatural.
But hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right? And if that means taking on a pack of lycanthropes in the dead of night, then so be it. After all, it's all in a night's work for yours truly.
I steadied my aim, 44 Magnum in hand, and squeezed the trigger. The eruption of gunpowder was a spectacle to behold. Time seemed to stretch as I observed the silver bullet finding its mark, striking the werewolf square in the chest.
So, there I was, caught betwixt the realms of dreams and reality. Suddenly, a force shook me, jolting my senses. "Ricky! Ricky! Wake up!" A voice pierced the murky haze of my subconscious. As I stirred, blinking into consciousness, I discerned the familiar tones of my wife.
Slowly, I pried open my heavy eyelids. What I saw next, well, let me tell you, it made my heart race. There, by the edge of my bed, stood Sadie, my golden retriever, staring intently at the bedroom door, teeth bared.
Each breath she took, a low, guttural growl escaped her. Her fur, it bristled like a forest on edge, ready for action. And me, well, I watched her closely, noting the subtle tremors running through her limbs.
It was like she was on high alert, ready to take on any unseen foes. Then, I turned to look at my wife, and her face was as white as a ghost. Slowly, she pointed her finger at the door.
And what I saw, well, it was beyond belief. In that moment, a shiver ran down my spine, mixing with the uncertainty hanging in the air. In the doorway, there lay a wolf-like creature, a hole in its chest oozing blood.
I glanced down at my right hand, and there it was, my trusty .44 still in my grip. A faint wisp of smoke curling from the barrel.
I asked my wife, “What happened?”
"Well," she replied, "Sadie, our loyal pooch, started barking and growling like there was no tomorrow. Next thing ya know, the glass on the patio door shattered into a million pieces, and this... this thing came charging toward the bedroom like a bat out of hell.
And wouldn't you know it, you had your trusty gun right there in your hand, ready for action. You took one look at that creature and bam!
You let loose a shot that would make Dirty Harry proud. But then, just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger, you keeled over like a sack of potatoes.
It was like watching a scene straight out of a Quentin Tarantino flick, I tell ya.”
All I could muster up was a breathless, "Oh my!" It was like watching a magic trick gone wrong, but instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, we ended up with a wolf-like creature crashing through our patio door.
Talk about a night of surprises!
Let me tell you something, this night was wild, okay? I mean, we're talking crazy, off-the-charts kind of wild.
It was like a whirlwind of insanity, you know what I'm saying?”
Ya know, I ain't one for tootin' my own horn, but last night, I was like a one-man army, y'know? I faced down a pack of werewolves and sent 'em packin', all while my dog here held the fort at home.
But let me tell ya, I ain't no hero. I just did what needed to be done, y'know? When the chips are down, you gotta step up, and that's what I did.
Now, I ain't saying I'm gonna go lookin' for trouble, but if it comes a-knockin', I'll be ready. I'll be there, in the shadows, watchin', waitin', ready to strike like a cobra.
So, remember this, when the night gets dark and the wolves come a-howlin', just know that Ricky Bobby has your back, y'know? I'll be there, like a lone wolf in the wilderness, ready to protect the innocent from the forces of evil.
And until that day comes, I'll be gettin' my rest, 'cause a man can't fight werewolves without any sleep. So, goodnight, folks, and don't let the bedbugs bite.
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