Falling Behind The Changing TimesThis story was written based on someone's prompt. I'm currently still looking for prompts to the theme "Law & Order". more info at my website
Don't you hate it when you sit in your favourite bar and just want a drink and some quiet and someone asks "what's up?" Fred was just the type to do that to me, and yesterday she followed it up with "Are you still chewing on that self-defence overkill thing from last week?"
"Nah, that's up to the courts now." I would rather not have thought about that one again. Imagine you come to a scene with one person with several broken bones, and another calmly waiting for the police, that is, me. There's way worse, sure, but it's damn creepy when the person waiting is full of bullet holes. Did they have to fold up a human to suitcase-size, if they don't mind being shot?
"So what's new?"
"I'll quit." Hadn't meant to blurt it out like that.
"I just can't t
Half A Life TakenThe Republic had decided the "werewolf" question. Reading the detailed account in the paper did not make me feel any less disgusted than the short version on the radio had.
How many of the people actually affected had the lawmakers listened to before signing their names to that bill? Three? Well, they had talked to three, but they obviously had not listened. Must have been hard to hear about the media clamour, granted. That rampage in Mearen apparently had been too good for sales to pass up.
Following a morbid impulse I looked up some websites of sensationalist papers. Yep, right there was the rant about the pressure from the League of Nations that had led to that ridiculous "compromise" of classifying werewolves and similar shapechangers as animals for two weeks a month. Only.
At least nobody in my town knew I was one of Them. That tiny taste of it-could-have-been-worse turned sour when I came across the "perfidy of monsters hiding among us, ready to strike". The rag had been crass en