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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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Jul 9, 2014

Toxic #26: Leprechaun’s Gold

The dragon swiveled his head in my direction, his very large, and very gold, face filled with laughter. “Please don’t stop on my account. I’m not one to interrupt a good flirtation.” “Oh, my God,” I mumbled. “I was not flirting.” Arabus’s whiskers, sprouting from his cheeks like weeds, twitched. “Damian was, and there’s no […]

Jul 2, 2014

Toxic #25: The Midas Touch

“We should be safe here until whoever it is goes back upstairs.” Even at a whisper, Damian’s voice was too loud. I could see nothing, not even a darker or lighter shade of black. With my eyes useless, all my other senses were heightened. Which might not be a good thing when standing in God-knew-where […]

Jun 25, 2014

Toxic #24: Spelunking for Beginners

“Are we supposed to be down here?” Fir’s cellar was dusty, dark, and filled with furniture that had seen the wrong end of a bar fight. And while I didn’t know him well, I did know the leprechaun wouldn’t like us wandering around his storage spaces. “Are you going to let it stop you?” I […]

Jun 19, 2014

Toxic #23: Not Everyone is a Capitalist

“They’re unionized.” I stared at Vincent, trying to figure out what he was talking about. My mind wasn’t into studying, and it was obvious. Like a giant zit on a tiny nose. Not that it was my fault. My entire first week at the Dragon had been a disaster. I’d started out by insulting Fir’s […]

Jun 11, 2014

Toxic #22: Never Soothe the Savage Beast

Toxic. My entire body burned from embarrassment. One kiss and suddenly he thought I was a vampire junkie. Or dhampir junkie. Whatever. “Look, back off the whole Damian thing, okay? And the dean isn’t going to go for my throat in front of my father. He’s just not. So let me pretend to be polite […]

Jun 4, 2014

Toxic #21: Taxidermy for Fun and Profit

I plopped down on the couch closest to the windows. My dad and the dean were going at it over the board, grabbing each other’s pieces as if they were playing speed checkers instead of chess. I ignored them; I had a great view of the werewolves circling the gardens from the couch. I could […]

May 28, 2014

Toxic #20: The Heimlich Maneuver: Saving Lives Since 1974

I stared at my plate and shook my head. My dad. Eating meat. If he made it through the meal without hurling, it would be a miracle. I focused on my food. I didn’t want to watch my dad choke anything down, and I didn’t want to look at the dean for obvious reasons. The […]

May 21, 2014

Toxic #19: Sentimental Hairwork: Not Just for Victorians

The dean’s house was a giant Tudor, all grey stone and wood beams slashing through stucco. There were hedges, flowers, and little stone paths carving the grass into geometric swatches. One of the green spaces looked big enough to land a small plane on. As we slammed the car doors shut, something rustled in the […]

May 14, 2014

Toxic #18: Perky Enough To Punch

 “Toxic Cinema, #158 – Why Phone Companies Suck” I’m not sure what to say about “Netherbeast Incorporated,” other than its concept of vampires running a big corporation isn’t the way I usually think of my undead. Do we really think Dracula is holding board meetings and dealing with personnel issues? He’s sleeping in dirt and […]

May 7, 2014

Toxic #17: Is There a Vaccine for That?

“Human.” And he’d been working for the fairies for eighty-seven years. Which made him… Oh, holy crap. I’d thought a Centenarian was cute. There had to be something icky in that, even if he looked twenty. “How exactly does one go from being human to not human?” Vincent stared at the dance floor, his eyes […]

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