Happy Summer, everyone! I’ve toyed around with the idea of creating short stories that take place in the same universe as my novels for quite a while. Recently I was talking to an author friend of mine who has done this in order to bring people’s attention to his novels and help expand on the world he created. I decided it was time to give it a shot and it has been a great experience so far. I released this short piece as a first-look offer for those who have subscribed to my newsletter, but I’ve had such demand and reaction to the piece that I wanted to share it here as well. So here is the short semi-flash-fiction piece that will serve as a tie-in to my upcoming novel “Moonlight.” I’d love to hear what you think about the piece and whether it makes you interested in checking out the full-length novel as well. Make sure to subscribe to my blog and my newsletter (https://www.facebook.com/DMathewsBooks/app/100265896690345/) for exclusive deals and content and stay tuned to see all the latest news about “Moonlight” all other upcoming projects I’ll be sending your way!
Moonlight: Return
The ground shifted slightly as something beneath the surface moved. The sound of splintering wood rose through the loose soil, followed by a dirty, blood covered arm. The hand opened and closed in the night air, the light of the full moon glinting off the matted fur as yellowed claws found purchase in the solid ground. The soil bulged slowly as the arm flexed, pulling its hairy body free, knocking over the carefully made marker bearing only the letter “T.”
Red eyes glowed in the darkness as the beast rested on the dewy grass. The thing breathed deeply, wheezing gasps soon becoming a steady grunting growl as it worked its legs free of the ground. It rolled onto its side and looked into the night sky, its hairy body steaming as scratches closed up, the thing’s once shredded torso sealing itself again. It felt the itch of flesh on its head knitting back together, covering its exposed skull as a gaping wound healed in the moonlight.
The sounds of the night stopped as the thing gained enough strength to stand on its shaky legs. Splintered bones and torn muscles were coming together again as the thing looked down and examined its body, relishing in its new freedom. One clawed hand raised to its chest, feeling three large white scars on its otherwise renewed body. It felt the slightly uneven beat of its monstrous heart behind one of the old wounds and memories came flooding back.
The beast raised its head to the sky and let loose a long, mournful howl that drove flocks of night birds from their roosts. It breathed deeply again, listening at the sounds of animals running from the horror that had returned to the forest. It had a mission, it knew, but first it had to feed.
Damean Mathews 