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The House Of Children

from Fairy Tales for Homeless Faeries by Paul Shapera

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The house loved the presence of children. They were the only thing that could satiate its deep, ever malingering loneliness.

The house already had two children when it appeared down the street from Emma.

The townspeople eyed it carefully and waited.

Emma and her friend Connor were curious about this old house that just appeared one day. It had a lovely garden and while playing in the yard they met the two children already living there.

Eventually they were invited inside to eat. On the dining room table was a wonderful feast with every food a child could want. They ate ravenously then were shown to an upstairs bedroom where they fell asleep.

The house, having happily gained two more children, moved to another street across town taking Emma and Connor forever with it.

Little by little the house collected a menagerie of bright children. They ran about playing games, screeching, eating and always obeying the one cardianl rule the house imposed upon them: never open the basement door.

The townspeople watched the house carefully and waited.

Emma learned all kinds of games and would often look after the younger ones. Some nights, when the others were asleep, she eyed the basement door carefully and waited.

The primal forces that propel life can only be held at bay for so long. Thus it was inevitable that someone would open the basement door. Someone always did. This time it was Emma.

The basement wasn't the funland the rest of the house was. The basement was... cool. They started hanging out down there.

The changes happened fast. Connor began looking at Emma differently. Furtive glances, sighs, growths, curves, crushes, eventually cries of passion and cries of rage and sorrow.

Within 2 weeks the children had become wolves. The wolves howled and prowled and could not be contained. They broke through the cellar doors and ran into the night air.

When the townspeople caught wind of the wolves a cheer went up through the town. The Great Hunt had begun. They grabbed their guns and headed into the woods.

3 days later the last wolf alive crept unseen back into the house. It was Emma. She had been shot twice. She was bleeding and whimpering. She was also pregnant. She crawled her way to an upstairs bedroom where she lay. She gave birth to two human babies, then died.


The house loved the presence of children. They were the only thing that could satiate its deep, ever malingering loneliness.

The house already had two children when it appeared down the street from Vicki.

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from Fairy Tales for Homeless Faeries, released October 15, 2013

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Paul Shapera Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Cama’s attempt to commune with higher beings failed; she only found Decadent Dottie. Together they roamed, indulging in dangerous forms of psycho-neural self-exploration which Cama hoped would present the key to her people’s further evolution. It only led to her destroying her people so that one of their pets could evolve. She sat in her former civilization's rubble and listened to Paul Shapera. ... more

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