{"id":2652,"date":"2014-09-05T03:28:39","date_gmt":"2014-09-05T03:28:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2652"},"modified":"2014-09-14T23:11:49","modified_gmt":"2014-09-14T23:11:49","slug":"yellow-daniel-jarvis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/yellow-daniel-jarvis\/","title":{"rendered":"Yellow by Daniel Jarvis"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2653\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2653\" style=\"width: 400px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/werewolf.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2653\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/werewolf.jpg?resize=400%2C566\" alt=\"Werewolf by Paul Mudie\" width=\"400\" height=\"566\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/werewolf.jpg?w=400&amp;ssl=1 400w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/werewolf.jpg?resize=212%2C300&amp;ssl=1 212w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2653\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Werewolf by Paul Mudie<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Yellow<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Daniel Jarvis<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The creature peered through my bedroom window for the third consecutive night. Except this was no ordinary creature. My classmate from Ms. Johnson&#8217;s English class, Jerry Collins, had become a werewolf.<\/p>\n<p>During the day, Jerry appeared as a typical high school student; however, I noticed one glaring difference that nobody else picked up on &#8211; his yellow tinted eyes. I tried to tell Ms. Johnson, but she ignored me. My parents wouldn&#8217;t listen either. Only I knew the truth about Jerry.<\/p>\n<p>On the fourth night, two creatures peered through my window. And on the fifth night, five of them were gathered outside. They just stared at me, like I was a grand meal yet to come.<\/p>\n<p>At school, more and more students had yellow tinted eyes. Because Jerry was the first, I figured he was the leader. I just couldn&#8217;t pinpoint how and where he was turning the others into werewolves, and why I hadn&#8217;t been chosen.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone in town was oblivious to the impending danger &#8211; or were they in on it too? Mr. Bronson, the owner of the General Store, also had yellow tinted eyes. It seemed like I was the only one who wasn&#8217;t turned. This only meant one thing: I had to slay the werewolves.<\/p>\n<p>I started with Jerry. I followed him home from school on a Wednesday afternoon. He entered his home through the garage door, but as it was rolling open, he dropped something on the ground. When he reached down to pick it up, I made my move.<\/p>\n<p>The hammer made a loud thumping noise when it struck the back of Jerry&#8217;s head. I pulled his unconscious body into the garage, shut the door, and hacked off his head, arms and legs with my father&#8217;s machete. Jerry&#8217;s blood splattered all over the concrete floor of the garage and all over my favorite t-shirt.<\/p>\n<p>Next was Ms. Johnson. I once read somewhere, or maybe saw it in a movie, that fire was a full-proof way of killing a werewolf. I waited until late that Wednesday night (there was no full moon, so it was safe), and pried open her back door. She was sound asleep when I arrived to her bedroom.<\/p>\n<p>I poured two gallons of gasoline over her sleeping body. When I finished, she woke up and screamed louder than a newborn infant. I hit her with a baseball bat to shut her up. I then lit the match, dropped it on the bed, and watched her burn.<\/p>\n<p>I walked outside her front door and was tackled by several police officers. When I stood before the judge a few weeks later, he said I was mentally unfit to stand trial.<\/p>\n<p>They placed me in a tiny room with white-padded walls. My arms and legs were constricted. One night, they poked and prodded me with needles, despite my protest. The next day I saw my reflection in the tiny window on the door of my cell. I had yellow tinted eyes.<\/p>\n<p>###<br \/>\nDaniel Jarvis is a freelance writer and sports blogger at <a href=\"bigbluenationsports.com\">bigbluenationsports.com<\/a>. He works in downtown Denver, and spends his weekends skiing and hiking in the Rockies. If you would like to reach him, send an email to dsjarvis@yahoo.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The creature peered through my bedroom window for the third consecutive night. Except this was no ordinary creature. 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