Writing Prompt: 10-17-2014
Origin: “We’ll all be Hanged” by the ever-helpful Microsoft Paint and my keyboard.
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Red Lettering 
“We’ll all be hanged,” Sandy commented. Shae glanced over at where he crouched about two feet from her. He’d been saying that, or some variant of it, for the last half-hour. “We’ll all be hanged.”–“If we don’t die, they’ll kill us.” It was getting annoying; especially since he was so cheerful about it.
Shae glared at him. “Nobody hangs people anymore.”
“Lynch mobs do.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Oh, people being cheerful about things like that is always awesome. Are these characters a part of another story?
I’ve written three short stories featuring this pair. That was about two years ago, and looking at them now none of the stories are very good. But I really like these two characters, and every now and then they’ll start having a conversation in my head. 😉
I have a couple of those types of characters myself… There’s probably never anything I could do to make their story even slightly usable, but I love the characters themselves.
“We’ll all be hanged,” Fern whimpered. She glanced toward Refuge. “They won’t let me back in, not now.”
Robiel smile. “They’ll let us in.” For the first time, Fern noticed his canine teeth were longer than usual. They weren’t werewolf length but they were a bit pointy. He stalked toward Refuge, his leather moccasins silent on the forest floor. Fern followed after him.
Thorn hung back, his tail low.
Robiel stopped. “You coming, Thorn?”
Thorn shook himself. “No. Last time I went in there, they locked me up. They’re not friendly toward werewolves.”
“Suit yourself.” Robiel moved closer to Refuge, his movements so wolflike Fern had trouble believing he was only human. She glanced at the moon. Close to full. God, please keep me from shifting. Shifting inside Refuge would likely get her shot, or hung if she lost control and bit someone. “Won’t the dogs know I’m a werewolf now?”
“Those dogs only bark at vamps and strange werewolves,” Robiel said. “They know both of us so we’ll be fine.”
Why had Robiel said “both of us” instead of “you?” It wasn’t like he had anything to hide, or did he?
This is good, Jessi. 🙂 The name “Refuge” makes me think of the Cities of Refuge in the Bible. Was that on purpose, or just a coincidence?