Howl

by Shaun David Hutchinson

The only place I expected to find apricot jelly was in the cupboard in hell.

“School doesn’t have to be a prison when the whole town is one.”

Truth

“He’s cute, if you like that kind of thing.” “What kind of thing?” “Future frat boy voted most likely to ghost the first girl he gets pregnant.”

“Where the hell would you even go about finding a drawing of a wolf-man packing that kind of meat?” Tripp Swafford had sidled up beside me and threw his arm around my shoulders. “Talk about unrealistic beauty standards.”

This is why I read werewolf smut.

“An actor unwilling to tap into their memories is like a car with an empty tank: destined to go nowhere.”