CREATURA Novel Excerpt
roadkill walked over and squatted down next to me. "how you doing, kitten?" "i'm fine, roadkill." at least, that's what i meant to say. it came out more like, "urgmmphl." roadkill addressed the medic. "well?"
Dragon roadkill
"Shit, shit, shit!" the lizard said as he rushed down the highway towards work. He knew already that he was going to be late by the time he arrived, his phone deciding it was more important to drain the battery while he was asleep than to ring an alarm...
Gods with Fur Sample - Yesterday's Trickster
The woman that just ran him over with her suv while he checked out a particularly juicy bit of roadkill being the most recent reminder of why he hated cars.
group therapy Part 11
roadkill ignored him, clawing feverishly into the sides of his own head. "five, seven, five." said bandit. "standard haiku format." "ha... haha." kyle wheezed against the ground. "lungs are burnt, weakening. i've been bitten by decay."
"Hold on"
"it's amazing that that roadkill could save your life... then again, i suppose he didn't save it... for long." and indeed, to a passerby the lycan did look like a normal wolf, dead on the side of the road. roadkill.
Arctic
The little town of halber became swamped by furs who came to see the roadkill, now in a display case on it's own. to walk where a famous singer may have walked. to seek their own moment of fame...
The ambush
#3 of the flaming hearth cycle originally thought of as just a myth or a cryptid or a myth, this creature is an ambush predator that pretends to be a corpse or roadkill in order to catch its prey by surprise and swallow it whole.
P.O.Wned chapter 1: The beginning
He sighed, and went over to it, and composed himself, sure that it was lord roadkill as it was indeed the case. "aaah.. my friend.. how are you?"
SSAS (A Poem From Your Friendly Neighborhood Lycanthromancer)
roadkill tastes better, but we won't say that--and we'll never tell you it's made from your cat... decayed soylent green™ never tasted so grand, the same with the pork guts we put in our spam!
Public Enemy
," declared clyde before he got that fatal jolt, and when they pronounced him dead, the body was claimed for medical research by some strange-looking doctor who had experienced some success making cybernetic chickens from roadkill that he had harvested.
The Begining
Ever found fresh roadkill in the middle of a hot day? no? think of the worst smell you've ever found. that's fresh roadkill. now multiply that by a few thousand in a single area. are you sick yet? i am.
Vacation
Dom began to look at the injured fox it was a pretty hot sight, course soon he will look like roadkill, but right now he looked great, chest bend inwards, belly somewhat flatter, tears in his eyes and a bloody nose.