Author: Anissa "Maddy" Walker

I have a passion for writing, crafts, movies, anime, cartoons, comics, and natural health. I create content on Youtube and here on the blog. Maddy is the nickname given to me because of the name of my company "Mad Woman Muses Media". :)
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Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter 4

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What is this place?

Chronicle of a Teenage werewolf.

Armin wiped the blood from his maw. The hunger was rising again and overtaking his sense of caution. He tried to recall how many he had bitten without finishing them. He drew a blank. Looking around, he found a spot and began to dig a trench for the corpses he created. He reached for the third one; it stirred. 

Shit, it’s a pup. 

He quickly covered the trench and snatched the pup and placed him on his shoulders. He bolted through the forest to his lair. 

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Writing Prompt: Fun with a gangster?

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This prompt came to me by a site that loves the horror genre. If you wish to visit the site, click the following link:
https://terror.ca/game/writing-prompts

On that page, there is a button you press that randomizes four aspects to create the prompt. It’s imaginative and different. Most of the prompts I run into are in graphical format.
So, let’s see how fun this adventure with a gangster is going to be.

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Anissa Walker Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf ...or how one date changed my life forever. Who is Armin? Why hasn't he been found? What is a fresh pup? Will Angie need potty pads? There is only one way to find out! Read on, my friend. Chapter 3? I'm a Puppy Now?
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Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf: Chapter 3

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I’m a Puppy Now?

Chronicle of a Teenage Werewolf

“Fresh pup? That sounds like I need to be housebroken or something.”

Gloria held her hand to her mouth, but the chuckle couldn’t be suppressed, “Well, in a way, it’s kind of like that.”

Angie threw her hands in the air, “Great, so where do we put the newspaper, and where are my bowls?”

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Writing Prompt The tunnel was the only way out. prompt from writerswrite.co.za
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Writing Prompt: Tunnel Exit

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Ah, tunnels…

Love them or hate them, they are everywhere. From everyday travel to near-death experiences, tunnels will forever be a part of our lives. Gephyrophobia is the term for an irrational fear of tunnels. Yeah, I had to look that one up.
The burning question is, “How am I going to tackle this one?”

Prompt: The tunnel is the only way out.

This one is short, VERY short. 🙂

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Writing prompt 'Give me what I want and I'll leave you alone.' Prompt from writerswrite.co.za
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Writing Prompt: What I want…

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This prompt is interesting. Why you ask? It can provoke many different short snippets from the mundane to the suspenseful.

I will admit the first time I read it, I pictured a small child constantly asking for a toy in a store until the parent got exasperated and bought it just to get the child to be quiet. I also got a darker impression of a demon coming to claim his end of the bargain only to find itself in an argument with the person who struck the deal. I had to think about this one.
Prompt: ‘Give me what I want and I’ll leave you alone.’

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The Adventures of Flashpoint Just My Luck Anissa Walker A fuzzy head? No clue how she got to be tied up? Who IS this orc? WHAT HAPPENED? Chapter One: Hangovers are Hell
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Just My Luck: Chapter One

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Hangovers are Hell

Just my luck

Laura sat there still fuzzy about what happened the night before. She knew she had kept an eye on her drink and never walked away without taking it. She always put her hand over it when she looked away. She did everything right. So how did she wind up in a dark room with a flickering bulb that could go out at any second? Her eyes flew open wide as her mind injected the terror as to what might have happened. 

Did he rape me? 

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