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Toxic

by A. M. Schilling

Tizzy's rules for surviving high school: 1. Don't let the monsters know you can see them. 2. When you blow the first rule, do NOT take that as an okay to do shots with vampires. 3. Run. You ignored rule two, and now you’re hung over and have fairy hit men chasing your butt. If they catch you, surviving high school will be the least of your worries.

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Nov 19, 2014

Toxic #36: Never Bet Good Money on Bad Monsters

“Okay. What’s the main theme of ‘Romeo and Juliet’?” I doodled on the back on my notebook, more than ready for school to be over. The stupid clock hands refused to move, though. “Love. Could you have possibly asked an easier question?” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Putting love down on the test won’t get you […]

Nov 12, 2014

Toxic #35: No Wonder Pepsi Won the Cola Wars

I raced for the bathroom before either the vampires or my dad could see me. I had to calm down. Pretend I hadn’t heard anything. Too bad my reflection in the mirror was a worse sight than the graffiti-tagged stall doors. Anyone with half a brain would be able to tell something was wrong. I […]

Nov 5, 2014

Toxic #34: Speed Eating and Embalming Don’t Mix

“Toxic Cinema, #170 – Why Speed Eating and Embalming Don’t Mix” I have officially been so grossed out by a movie that I couldn’t eat my Kit Kats while watching it. I never thought it would happen. You, my loyal readers, never thought it would happen. I got through “Saw” without blinking. Viewed “The Devil’s […]

Oct 29, 2014

Toxic #33: The Importance of Supportive Athletic Wear

  Here’s the thing: vampires have the same anatomy as humans. Which means things hurt them the same as humans. But they get over it. Fast. And then they get pissed. Glen was down for all of ten seconds. It gave me time to shove the marker back into my pocket and backpedal a few […]

Oct 22, 2014

Toxic #32: Sometimes An Old Dog Can Learn New Tricks

Kim was still laughing over her lame joke about my clothes when the bell over the door jingled. I slunk sideways, figuring it was a good time to slip away, but stopped two inches from the chest of her new customer. One of Rorbauch’s friends. Or at least I figured it was one of his […]

Sep 10, 2014

Toxic #31: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service

The Commons was an outdoor mall, blocked off to cars by chipping concrete bollards. Shops and bars filled closet-sized spaces in old-timey buildings, and screaming, laughing kids blew across the cobblestones like confetti. I dodged a group of the racing toddlers, wincing as my Chuck slipped on a tilted paver. Vincent had wanted me to […]

Aug 20, 2014

Toxic #30: It’s a Crappy Job, But Someone’s Gotta Do It

I led Vincent to the blissfully Grandma-free living room, guzzling Fir’s coffee as fast as the heat let me. It was an excuse not to start talking. Unfortunately it was a small coffee, so my excuse ran out before I sat down. I frowned into my empty cup. Stupid tiny drink. “So. Me and Arabus. […]

Aug 13, 2014

Toxic #29: Hell’s Bells

I woke up to the sun stabbing me like an angry serial killer, its rays piercing my eyes and beating my skin. Everything hurt, all the way to my fingernails. Rolling onto my stomach and shoving my head under the pillows didn’t help. That bitch of a star found me through the gaps in the […]

Aug 6, 2014

Toxic #28: This Ain’t No Grocery Store Horsey Ride

Fairies. Pissed at me? It almost sobered me up. “It’s because of the crap Damian gave me to drink. I don’t normally shoot lines out of my, well, out of my anything.” “Now isn’t the time to discuss the how and why. Now is the time to get airborne.” Arabus wrapped whiskers thicker than a […]

Jul 30, 2014

Toxic #27: Party Lines: All the Rage in 1937

My grandmother was waiting for me, hovering over my bed like the Ghost of Christmas Future. With the lightning shooting from her eyes, she was about as scary, anyway. “Whasup?” I slurred, my tongue too stupid to form English. Which probably wasn’t going to help my case. She sniffed, a dry, harsh sound that matched […]

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