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Jason Blaid was considered by just about everybody at school to be the ultimate wimp.  He was a short, skinny boy, pale and scrawny.   He had pale blue eyes which were partially obscured by his wire-rimmed glasses, which were much too large for his face.  He was not built for much physical activity and, therefore, didn't participate in any sports.  But he was pretty smart.  He had one of the highest reading levels at his school and a much broader vocabulary than his whole English class combined.  For this, and his shy and reserved nature, he was teased and bullied constantly. "

Some time after the events of 3 Friends and A Full Moon, Jamie and Victoria, having reverted back to their human forms, decided to have a movie night together. "Boy, are you in a surprise", says Jamie as she unlocks the door to her house.  "Just what movie are we watching anyway?" Victoria asked as she walks in after Jamie.  "One inspired by that horrific night we had a while ago", Jamie replied as she went into the kitchen to make popcorn.  "I'm still trying to forget it ever happened", Victoria said.  "You know none of us will ever forget it!" said Jamie.  "That was the worst night of my life and I'd never want to relive it!" Victoria shou

Fur for All Occasions By shadowlugia249 If I were given the same choice that had changed my life for good... I'd have to turn it down. I've grown too used to my new life to consider taking it back. The people who once made my life hell have paid their price and the benefits of my new life outweigh my old life. I can finally say that I am happy for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I am with people that actually understand me and don't mind talking about their past lives – as if it could ever harm them now. I also don't mind sharing my story. It reeked of injustice and unfairness, but I'm not bothered by telling it anymore. I s

                       Werewolf Rising   “Awoooooooooooooo-ahoooooooo!” The low, mournful wail of a wolf howling in the distance of the mountains floated on the chilly midnight breeze, enchanting all who listened. The lonely wolf’s serenade was soon joined by several other howls from his waiting pack, making the eerie choir rise and travel for miles. The full moon shone high in the sky, looking in all the world like a giant white egg perched there with elegant grace amongst the many stars. The howls of the wolves sounded again, their desperate and seeking calls sounding as one.   Far off in the distance, under the glow and