Sample Post from the Horror Genre this Month:
Bobby Singer posts in Supernatural
“Idjits,” groused Bobby under his breath after hanging up the phone in the line of labeled phones. Here at the Hub, he was a commanding officer, supervisor, and a variety of other bosses and contacts for a whole slew of hunters. Elle and Sean were both pains in the ass.
Getting up from the creaking old desk, Bobby went to the frig, barely glancing at the curling and cracked photos stuck to its door, swinging it open to find another beer. Sam had left them behind last time he was at the house, a brand called Arrogant Bastard with a devil as a logo. Funny, thought Bobby, with a slight grin. But that was Sam, a complex kid with all sorts of hidden humor and issues. Dean was more straight forward. Now Elle, she was complex, a deadly beauty. Sean was an ass, but Bobby appreciated that. He’d put them together as he thought they’d make a good team.
Going back to the desk in front of the bank of phones, Bobby tapped the keyboard of the old laptop, shutting down the screen saver of a girl sprawled on an old truck. He much preferred books and had a library that rivalled any on the subject of cryptids, occult, ancient knowledge, magick, and such. He had a little grimoire that had come from eBay from a witch with a lot of bills. It was an old one, kept by several generations of witches.
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