Summary: "There was no mistaking the look in those wrothful eyes..." These are four 69-word drabbles written for the musemuggers community back in 2006, and is about this boy named Clyde who thinks he's more than just a boy with dorky glasses...

Note: Written in response to Challenge 138 Option 3 in the musemuggers community at livejournal back in 2006. The catch was to write a 69-word stories with the themes fire, halloween, lies and death.

Title: Clyde

Author: Hana Rui

FIRE

There was no mistaking the look in those wrothful eyes.

Clyde knew the transformation was bound to happen, but did not expect it to happen so soon. For years, he had barely succeeded in numbing his senses to the pain of knowing the truth—that someday soon he was going to change into the unspeakable being he had suddenly become.

Saying he was not prepared was a lousy excuse.

HALLOWEEN

He had always wondered what it felt like to be brave. To not run away when monsters stymied his path. To not close his eyes tight whenever they looked at him in spite.

To learn to fight back and not shit in his pants…

He had never stopped wondering. Had consistently yearned to have that special kind of

power every single day.

Tonight, his wish had been granted.

Magnanimously.

LIES

They told him he was a good boy, and he had always believed them.

They said he could never hurt a fly, even if he tried. Not even if he willed.

He listened. He lived.

They kept lying to his face.

He was never good. They never could have figured it out.

He had minced the fly a hundred times in his dreams.

And the reality lay in wait.

DEATH

The trick-or-treating crowd shied away from the naked man ambling aimlessly down the street, thoughtlessly growling at random tykes in his path. He had crimson stains in his hands that suspiciously smelled of ketchup. His eyes were rimmed by deep, dark spots of un-sleep.

The man was raving mad, claiming to have changed into a werewolf.

It was an unexpected stint from a once saintly boy in dorky glasses.

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