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Shift – LARP

Continued from scene sixty-two


Chapter Ten

“Robert, are all Elysians accounted for?”

“Yes, Chief. They’re all home.”

“What about Maggie Reid?”

“She’s taken possession of the Walker Road property, But her house is still in the planning stages.”

“Where’s she living?”

“Mick Turner offered up a room in his house.”

“He did, did he,” said with a smile and gentle touch to my leg.

Robert smiled back. “He did.”

“Maybe we should hold off on that house for a while.

“Jeff, have we reached capacity?”

“Yes, Mame. Food, medical, weapons, comms, you name it; we’ve got it.”

“Linda, how are things on your end?”

“Weddings covered.”

“Thank you. But I was referring to The Gathering of Chiefs.”

“Every tribe agreed. The meeting will take place five weeks from today, on the 18th, under the guise of our yearly invitation-only LARP.”

“And this year’s name?”

“You’re not going to like it, but Ghost said they would not attend otherwise.”

“Did they agree to the location?”

“Yes.”

“And the name is?”

“Dark Night.”

You could have heard a pin drop as we waited for her response.

“Not all chiefs agreed.”

“Who are you referring to?”

“I’m referring to me.”

“Chief, we’ll leave the room so you and Linda can discuss this privately?”

“Sit down, Robert.

“Let me make this clear to all. If discretion is given in the future, I hope you will use that discretion to inform me of anything out of the norm.”

“They would have not come otherwise, Chief.”

“Thank you all for coming this morning. Nicky, if you will, please put together a list of all those attending this year’s Dark Night event. Along with character details.

“Linda, come with me. The rest of you are free to stay. Breakfast should be here, shortly.”

“Jeff, what the hell is a LARP?”

Karen looked back sharply as she left the room but continued.

“Live Action Role Play. You know, foam swords and magic spells.”

I raised my palm to my forehead.

“Larp is bigger than you think, Christian. It’s played worldwide and the perfect cover for a large gathering of shifters.”

Sliding my hand down, I looked through fingers and replied, “I’m sure it is, Jeff, I’m sure it is.”

“One thing you should remember, though.”

“What’s that?”

“The weapons at our LARP will not be fake.”

To be continued…

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

Shift – Red Lips

Continued from scene sixty-one


When I arrived home later that day, dinner was ready, and Karen sat across from me, her lips accentuated in red.

“How did your day go?”

“Fine.” I cautiously answered.

“Just fine?”

“Yep.”

“Baby, what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong with you? A black dress, red lipstick, dinner. What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I just wanted to make up for the way I acted last night. That’s all.”

“No need; like I said, I’m fine.”

“Don’t be like that. Talk to me.”

“We kissed when I walked through the door, so you already know. Now, if you will excuse me. Billy Jenkins wore my man brain down this afternoon. And I need a nap.”

“I did not read you.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you say I did?”

“I wanted to hear you say it.”

“Why?”

“Because I prefer your voice over your thoughts, the mystery of your smile, and unknown whispers from beautiful red lips.”

She blushed silently.

“Karen, I will never read you from this point on, and I do not want to be read. Understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, “you have my word.”

Continue to scene sixty-three

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

Shift – Melancholy

Continued from scene sixty


They’re all comedians, I thought. Horace, Karen, Jeff, Olivia, Baby Jenkins, the whole lot of them. But the innocents of laughter had been lost by me. The lights would go out soon; I saw no way around it. And the melancholy of it all was beginning to take its toll.

Continue to scene sixty-two

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.