Seanday Repost: Devil Dog

As it's Halloween thought I'd re-post this story from way-back. Hope you enjoy it.

-- Trick or Treat...

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It was late afternoon when I went to meet Edmond, he'd just finished work. I could tell he'd been working hard as the sweat on his body glistened in the sun, I really couldn't resist taking a photo.

As I looked through the camera I saw Christian, one of the guys that worked with Edmond. Then something quite strange happened, the image blurred and refocused on him but his face had changed into something quite different. It showed the head of a dog on his shoulders; it had brilliant red skin with large ears. I returned my gaze to Christian, only this time I saw this creature without the need for the camera.



"Holly SHIT!" I screamed.

Turning I grabbed Edmond and ran as fast as I could. Looking over my shoulder I gasped as Christian came running after us, he was catching up fast with giant inhuman strides.

We both ducked down a side alley but suddenly my grip on Edmond's hand was torn from mine. I turned to see Christian crouched on all fours on my friends back, and with a leap he launched himself tripping me up. I tumbled into some trash cans cracking my head and a dull darkness enveloped my consciousness.

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Seanday Shorts 2/2: Time Out, Time In

I walked into the locker room, the cheers were loud, but then you'd expect that; they'd just won the final.

As I turned the corner, the room went silent, all eyes turned towards me. A few months ago I'd be beating a hasty retreat, but now all these jocks belonged to me.

With a snap of my fingers they all collected together, lining up, puffing their chests out. Each one excited by my presence.

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Keith's Good Side

“You ready to play some ultimate?” I asked getting into Keith’s car.

“Just about,” he answered. “I just need to get this shirt off.” Just as he said that, his shirt disappeared. “And since we’re going to the park, I’d like to look a bit tan-“ his skin darkened “-and maybe 30 lbs. more muscle mass.” As he finished his sentence, his body inflated all over with hard muscle.

Keith propped his arm on the window, showcasing his new bulging biceps, flashed me a sexy look, and finished, “So, yeah, I think I’m ready. You?”

“I can see you’re in a good mood today,” he broke his sexy look and we both laughed, “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Oh, you know you love me in a good mood,” Keith remarked.

I had been dating a Storyteller for six months now, and I can’t say I regret anything. The thing about Storytellers is that literally anything they say goes. That’s a blessing and a curse, mind you, but a blessing most of the time, especially when you’re on their good side. And I happened to be on Keith’s very good side.

Seanday Sun: Surf's up

I was on holiday, my first alone. At twenty-seven it was weird not holidaying with anyone; but I had my reasons.

Walking along the beach seemed to take my mind off things, at 6am there were hardly anyone around--apart from the dedicated surfers. I watched them for a while, all in their late teens riding the crests of the waves--not a care in the world.

As I came to the top of a dune I spotted a camper van with a couple of boards strapped to the top. Then I heard some grunts and groans, I ducked down and watched.

From behind the camper a man; late thirties perhaps, stumbled into view. Cursing he pulled on some ratty old sweatpants and vest, heavily stained with something I'd care not to guess.

He ambled away from the camper, not looking back. It didn't stop him cursing all the way.

As the sound of his voice trailed away, I thought it was safe to explore the vehicle.

I tentatively made my way down the dune; the dry sand seeping between my toes. As I peered through the window, I saw a teenagers naked on the floor. I feared the worst, but waited to see if he stirred.

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Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt2

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The two friends arrived at the house, and Sam parked up in the drive.

"Where's your dad's car?" Tom asked.

"He's taken my mom away for a romantic weekend, it's their anniversary," Sam answered pulling a face.

"And who's truck is that?" Tom asked pointing at a huge vehicle dominating the drive.

"Belongs to my cousin, David, he's gone into town with his marine buddies. He's staying with us."

"So you got the place to yourself, awesome."

After picking up a few beers, the friends relaxed in the lounge.

"So you can change into anyone?"

"Just about," Tom replied with a grin and shifted into Jonas Rickman, the school's medal winning wrestler.

"Wow, that's amazing," Sam exclaimed. "When did you find out that you could do that?"

"Few weeks ago," Tom replied. In truth, Sam was talking to Tom's father Derek, who'd shape-shifted into his son earlier. Sam had seen him change and though it was Tom.

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Deal's a Deal

Chaz walked into the back yard from Jon and Jermaine’s kitchen looking for the two. He crossed the side of the house and saw two musclebound men digging away at weeds in the garden along the fence. Were they wealthy enough to afford lawn men? Chaz thought as he watched.

“Hey, I’m looking for the owners, do you know where they are?” He asked.

“You found them,” answered the darker of the two, as they stood up, wiped off their hands on their pants, and turned. They both flashed a grin seeing who had arrived. “Chaz!” they both yelled in unison.

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Seanday Gym: A picture or two

"Fuck it," I muttered, "love these late night sessions at Regan's--best gym ever." I took picture in Instagram and tagged my friend Harry.

While I waited for a reply I opened locker 39 and started to undress. Pulling off the vest, I wiped the sweat from my body; I took a sniff, a strong and potent aroma filled my nostrils. "Fuck I need a shower," I muttered as I removed the remainder of my clothes.

I stood there naked, yet completely confident with my body as Jake left the showers. "Hey Ross, can I borrow your deodorant?"

"Why don't you get some of your own? You're always using mine," I moaned and reached into the locker grabbing the can. I turned and lobbed it at him.

He caught it and grinned. "Because you've always got the good shit, and I like the smell," he replied spraying his whole body. "Hey, is this your usual stuff?"

"Trying something new, what do you think?" My phone buzzed in my locker, "Better late than never," I murmured.

"Dunno, it's got a weird, sweet smell," he replied spraying himself again. "Heads up," Jake called as he returned the can. I caught it giving him a sour look and dropped it in my bag.