His leg hurt from the dog bite. That night he had a hard time sleeping. He felt hot and his muscles ached. Suddenly he began to howl, bolted upright, and ran screaming from the house. The hair grew, the snout protruded, and the claws scratched. "Damn dog!" he growled.
I'm a pulp fiction writer (mostly horror)I write pulp novelettes about zombies, killers, speculative futures, and some non-horror genres. But this blog is for promoting my book THE HARVESTING ROOM and giving my personal opinions on Palin and the ever scary Tea Pary Movement. THE HARVESTING ROOM is a fictional look at what would happen if these loons ever get control of the Government of the United States. It's a pulp speculative novelette. Go to my facebook fan site or author site and pick up a book or two!!
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