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Friday, January 21, 2011

#FridayFlash - Full Moon

Here's a story I came up with after Eric Krause's writing prompt.  It poured from me, and I liked where it went.  Might be a tiny bit sick and twisted for some, though.


It's a full moon out.  The land is bathed in silver, dark shadows clinging to the forest floor, and people huddle behind locked doors.  Rightly so; the lycans will be out soon.

After they've hunted, I'll be on the corpse.

Maybe they'll get a big moose.  I love them.  So tasty and rich, and so much flesh to share with my normal raven cousins.  Nothing quite like a big liver in the winter months, all buttery smooth good.

The first howls rise, near the hamlet.  My mouth waters at the prospect of human flesh.  They're so much more fearful than animals, so horrified at the prospect of death.  Thinking they're at the top of the evolutionary charts gives them this entitled attitude that just adds to the surprise when they're attacked.

Changing to my corvid form, I take flight.  Humans are so deicate, pink like pigs, but much more tender.  Easier to kill.  The lycans sometimes go nuts, shred them, leaving scattered gobbets of people flesh.  Then me and my cousins have to hunt and peck for the best bits.  It's still good, but it makes the feast too much like work.

Not that I'll complain about free human.

Maybe it will be a small boy they kill.  I caw with joy.  Small boys taste different; of budding youth and potential strength.  They're best just before the testostrone kicks in and hardens their muscles.

I start flying faster, hoping the lycans kill a pregnant girl.  The crunchy little fetus should satisfy my sudden craving.  I can almost feel the peculiar snap of unfinished bones in my beak.  Soft skull with squishy brains, and all the clingy fragments of womb.  I can't wait.

The full moon is out, and it will be a good night.


  1. With all their soft bones and undeveloped tissues, I thought fetuses would be mushy. They crunch? I'll have to get some for my wearpuppies.

  2. Yeah, it was a little sick and twisted, but that's probably what I liked best about it. :-)

  3. John: I figured they'd be like sardines. Mostly soft, but with a little bit of crunch. I'm sure the puppies will love fetus treats.

    CR: o,.,o Thank you.

  4. Sick and twisted, yes, but well worth the little bit of ewww factor :)

  5. Nice piece. You committed to the point of view and were consistent with it. Creepy. Where do they sell free human?

  6. I like how focused this piece is on the act of eating-devouring-sharing. I was a little confused about which speices the POV was, but by the end I realized it was a raven talking. One typo I think deicate was supposed to be delicate?

  7. Very nice to get the point of view of the scavenger for a change.

    Creepy stuff.

  8. Now whenever I drive by, your story is going to give a whole new angle to buzzards at a road kill buffet. Nice, twisted work!

  9. I'm glad we can all agree I hit the sick and twisted. Thanks.

    Julito: I wish my butcher carried longpork. It would be awesome.

    Lara: thanks for the typo. I'll get that.

    Aaron: I've always wonder about the road side buffets.

  10. Yum... People parts. This was fun! I really like that you chose to write it from a birds point of view rather than the more typical lycan view. And, yes it was twisted but I enjoyed it anyway.

  11. Very cool story! Such great description throughout. I'm glad my prompt...well...prompted this!

  12. I don't think I've ever seen human flesh offered up with so much relish... almost enough to make me go cannibal.

  13. Picture on NPR today, made me think of you. :)


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