Title: Maybe the El Chupacabra Stole Your Baby
The day that El Chupacabra ran out of goats, he turned to the west.Wondering about the victory icon? :D I sold this Weakly Story Club, a piece of horror microfiction, to Necrotic Tissue! They run 100-word short stories called "Bites," and they've accepted my story Trapped for Issue #9.
He ranged across the hills, his scaled belly hissing over hot rocks. Rattlers remained coiled in their dens, and coyotes whispered away through the tarbush as he passed. The days passed in a smear of shimmering heat and whirling dust devils, owls rustling in the crotches of cactuses, hard-shelled insects cracking under his claws and leaving smears of slime between his toes. Bright flowers caught El Chupacabra's raw amber eyes, but they weren't delicious fountains of blood, just crimson blossoms wilting in the heat.
This is the first WSC to sell.