Extremities: Stories of Death, Murder, and Revenge

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Master of the macabre David Lubar turns his attention to dark and twisted tales for teens with Extremities: Stories of Death, Murder, and Revenge.

A group of high school girls takes revenge on their sadistic gym teacher in the most fitting way possible. Two stowaways find themselves on a ship for the dead. An ancient predator stalks the wrong victim. Here are thirteen tales of death, murder, and revenge from the fertile and febrile imagination of master storyteller David ...

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Overview

Master of the macabre David Lubar turns his attention to dark and twisted tales for teens with Extremities: Stories of Death, Murder, and Revenge.

A group of high school girls takes revenge on their sadistic gym teacher in the most fitting way possible. Two stowaways find themselves on a ship for the dead. An ancient predator stalks the wrong victim. Here are thirteen tales of death, murder, and revenge from the fertile and febrile imagination of master storyteller David Lubar—his first story collection for the teen audience.

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Selected by the American Library Association for the 2014 Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers list.

“Whoever thinks the short story is dead, or that kids don’t like short stories, hasn’t talked to any real live kids and hasn’t read the latest in this popular series.”

—School Library Journal on Attack of the Vampire Weenies

“Bullies and others get their due in this hilarious new collection of thirty-five warped and creepy tales by the master of the ‘weenie’ story.”

Buffalo News on The Battle of the Red Hot Pepper Weenies

“This book will talk itself right off the shelves, and reluctant readers will devour it.”

— School Library Journal on The Curse of the Campfire Weenies

VOYA - Loryn Aman
Ever had the request for a scary book to read? Without a doubt, Lubar's thirteen tales of death, murder, and revenge in Extremities will scare the pants off its readers. Each short story introduces a new main character and a new scary tale. The story "Every Drop" is especially creepy. One hot summer day, Jake decides to go for a swim in an off-limits reservoir. Despite the warnings, Jake dives right in and eventually hears someone coming through the brush. Unfortunately, it is annoying Rodney Werner, and Jake hatches a plan to get Rodney away from his relaxing afternoon by challenging him to a race across the reservoir. Jake dives in, hearing Rodney crash in behind him, but Jake does not keep swimming. When Rodney starts struggling to finish, Jake does nothing and eventually, Rodney drowns. What happens next is the creepiest part; soon after the swim, Jake realizes that any water he comes in contact with burns his skin or is completely undrinkable. Is this tainted water from the reservoir the reason? The problem quickly grows bigger and bigger, and eventually, Jake fully realizes the repercussions of his decision that summer day. Lubar has written a collection of utterly terrifying and creepy stories. He cautions readers in the beginning that this book is in no way meant for the younger audience of some of his other series, and it is very obvious why. There is murder, this is revenge, and there are all around scary topics at work here. This book is the definition of horror stories, and will have readers cowering in fright. Reviewer: Loryn Aman
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Many of these stories were previous published in other collections, and are brought together here for the first time. The teen characters face ghosts, monsters, haunted houses, and murder. Some selections have a realistic premise. In "Apparent Motives," a boy creates a plan to kill his father and make it look as though the man ran away, but the trail leads the police straight to his mother. Other stories have more occult appeal. In "Blood Magic," two boys find themselves in the middle of a robbery and are taken hostage. Eddie's plan to escape is to use monsters he creates with his own blood to kill their captors. All he has to do is start bleeding enough to create them. The content gets pretty graphic so this book is best suited for an older audience. Most of these tales are short enough to memorize and tell around a campfire. A solid choice for collections in need of more horror stories.—Erik Carlson, White Plains Public Library, NY
Kirkus Reviews
Prolific novelist and short story writer Lubar offers up a baker's dozen of stories too gruesome for his six (so far) Weenies collections. A sadistic gym teacher pushes a student with asthma until she's sent to the hospital, and the girl's friends exact revenge by forcing the teacher to run the track with a bag over her head. Two young teens are caught in a late-night convenience-store robbery. When the masked gunmen take the boys hostage, one of the boy uses a startling, literally bloody power to turn the tables. A young couple tries to stow away on a cruise ship for a free vacation but find they have boarded Pyre Cruise Lines rather than Pace Cruise Lines...and you can guess what happens next. When a teen lets a nerdy (and annoying) classmate drown in a local quarry instead of helping, he finds every molecule of water out for revenge. In an author's note, Lubar states the stories herein are "not…for children": They are "too dark, too heartless, or...too evil, for [his] young readers"--which, of course, will make them all the more attractive to his Weenie audience. Sophisticated readers or those well-versed in Lubar's usual twists will see several endings coming, and a few entries show their age technologically (an element also discussed in the author's note). A bit less humor than past collections, but fans will enjoy the grue. (Short stories/horror. 11-16)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765334602
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 7/23/2013
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 633,898
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.88 (w) x 8.38 (h) x 0.77 (d)

Meet the Author

David Lubar

DAVID LUBAR created a sensation with his debut novel, Hidden Talents, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. He is also the author of the Nathan Abercrombie series, True Talents, Flip, and six Weenies short story collections. He lives in Nazareth, Pennsylvania.

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Running Out of Air

Deeva sucked air and dug for the strength to hold her place in the middle of the pack. One more lap and it was over. For today, at least. Stay in the middle and you won’t get killed, she thought, risking a glance over her shoulder, where the stragglers tailed out—one pair running slowly with awkward gaits, two more barely jogging, and one last girl desperately swinging her arms in a pathetic attempt to make her walk look like a run.

“Move it, you lazy cows!” Ms. Pelham screamed, cutting across the track toward the laggers. “This is supposed to be exercise.” She grabbed the whistle that hung from her neck, and blew an ear-piercing blast.

“They should fire her,” Kate Wilson muttered as she ran just ahead of Deeva.

They’ve tried, Deeva thought. She’d heard stories. They’d all heard stories. Each fall, the first thing every girl at Smithfield High did was check her schedule to see which gym teacher she’d been assigned. Deeva was zero for two, drawing Ms. Pelham last year, and again this year. Across the field, near the bleachers, Ms. Bright was teaching her class an Irish dance step.

It was almost comic. Or cosmic. Bright and Pelham. Heaven and hell. Good and evil. Ms. Bright smiled. She encouraged all the girls. She baked cookies. Ms. Pelham snarled. She yelled at every student, except for the few star athletes who could do no wrong. But she saved a special level of venom for the slackers—the fat, the weak, the uncoordinated, the sickly. If you couldn’t run laps, Ms. Pelham would eat you up. Three times a week.

Deeva finished her last lap, then turned to watch the final scene of the drama.

“You’re gonna fail!” Ms. Pelham screamed. She waved her stopwatch at the girls. “You miserable, lazy cows. You’re not even trying.”

The slow runners, Debby Muñez and Tonya Hark, stumbled in. Then the joggers, Amber Weiss and Tabitha Jordan, made it across the line. Behind them, the walking, gasping, red-faced mess of Betty Lozer staggered toward the finish.

“Run!” Ms. Pelham shouted. She glanced briefly away to lash the rest of the class with her favorite phrase. “Keep your nose where it belongs.”

Betty moved her lips, but Deeva was sure the girl didn’t have the air for speech. Even so, she knew what Betty was trying to say. Asthma. One word. An explanation that any sane person would understand. Asthma.

But Deeva had seen Ms. Pelham dismiss all infirmities short of broken bones as nothing more than pathetic excuses. The invisible remained unacceptable. Asthma wouldn’t stop a girl who really wanted to run. Deeva could imagine Ms. Pelham walking through a plague-struck village during the Dark Ages, screaming, Get up! On your feet, you lazy fakers! at the dying who littered the streets.

Deeva let out her own breath as Betty finished the lap. Her sense of injustice was tinged with relief. Betty took a lot of the heat, leaving less of Ms. Pelham’s attention for the others. Deeva’s relief was tinged with guilt. Someone should do something about this. But those words, Keep your nose where it belongs, hovered at the edge of her thoughts like a wasp.

The class filed inside as Ms. Pelham berated them for their poor display of soccer skills. “We’re going to keep drilling until you get it right,” she told them. “We’ll do it until you drop, if that’s what it takes.”

Deeva got her clothes from her locker. On the bench just across from her, she saw the four other laggers clustered around Betty. The girl was a sobbing, wet wreck now, sucking on her inhaler and drawing wheezy gasps of air.

“Get a doctor’s note,” Amber told her.

Betty nodded, then wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“You have to do something,” Tabitha said.

“Friday,” Betty said.

“You have an appointment?” Amber asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hang in there,” Tabitha said. “Just one more class. Then you’re free.”

The talk died for a moment as Ms. Pelham walked by, holding a sheet of paper and a roll of masking tape. A moment later, she passed by again in the other direction.

Deeva shoved her gym clothes in her bag. Through the glass window that separated the coaches’ area from the locker room, she could see Ms. Pelham at her desk, eating grapes from a large plastic produce bag. She seemed to live on fruit, though Deeva was sure that when nobody was looking, Ms. Pelham gorged on burgers and fries.

On the way out of the locker room, Deeva passed the spot where Ms. Pelham had taped up the latest grades. The teacher was murder on grade-point averages. Next to slow runners, she seemed to hate good students the most. The smart, the ambitious, the college bound were at her mercy. The best and the brightest served only to fuel her rage. She rubbed in the damage with weekly grade postings, handwritten and secured to the wall with masking tape, a dangling display of low numbers laid out for all the world to see.

Deeva winced at the 83 next to her name. She knew she deserved better, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Ms. Pelham had branded her as a low 80s student, and that’s where she’d stay, no matter how hard she tried or how well she played.

Betty walked over and leaned toward the sheet. She gasped, then said, “That’s not fair.”

It was worse than unfair, Deeva thought. Ms. Pelham had given Betty a 59. Failing. But tauntingly close to passing. Worse, the grade threatened to ruin Betty’s summer with a makeup gym class.

The marking period ended on Friday. Even with a doctor’s note for next marking period, there was nothing that could erase the F that Betty was about to get.

Deeva watched Betty walk over to the coaches’ room. Don’t do it, she thought as she drifted closer.

Betty opened the door. “What can I do to raise my grade?” she asked.

Ms. Pelham looked up from her snack and regarded Betty with contempt. “Try harder.”

“I’m trying as hard as I can,” Betty said.

“Then you’ll fail.”

Betty walked off and joined her waiting friends.

Deeva headed out, too. At least gym was over for the day. And at least she was passing.

*   *   *

They played soccer again on Wednesday, though a damp chill cut through the air. Deeva inhaled slowly. Fast breaths hurt her lungs. She noticed that Betty kept glancing at the track.

When Ms. Pelham blew the whistle and sent them to do their laps, Betty asked the teacher, “How fast do I have to go to pass?”

Ms. Pelham told her.

As Betty fell behind the pack, her four friends stayed with her, encouraging her.

Deeva dropped back toward the rear of the main group. It was safe. She knew Ms. Pelham wouldn’t be watching her today.

Betty’s gasps grew louder as she struggled to run.

Deeva clenched her teeth, wishing there were some way she could lend strength to Betty. Or sanity. Just stop, she thought. There weren’t any degrees of failure here. A 50 was no worse than a 59. Even a zero was no worse.

As Betty ran, Ms. Pelham kept waving her stopwatch. “You’re way behind,” she said. “If you don’t hurry, you’ll never make it.”

Deeva winced as Betty put on a burst of speed. It lasted for only a couple of steps. Betty stumbled and fell to the cinders. She pushed herself to her feet, took two more steps, then fell again.

She lay on the track, her chest heaving, one cheek pressed to the ground, her mouth open like a dying fish.

Ms. Pelham walked away. Betty’s friends rushed over to her.

“She can’t breathe!” Amber yelled.

Ms. Pelham shook her head in disgust. “Nikki,” she called to her favorite pupil, “go get the nurse.”

Nikki ran toward the school. Ms. Pelham walked back to Betty and stared down. Her expression showed nothing but annoyance. “Finish your laps!” she screamed at Betty’s friends. “You’ve already lost points. Last one in gets an F.”

The girls dashed off.

Deeva finished running, then huddled with the others, watching as the nurse came. And then the ambulance.

The story spread rapidly, growing and changing, mutating the way all school events do. But two points remained relatively unaltered: Betty was in bad shape. And Ms. Pelham wasn’t in trouble. She’d told the administration that she did everything she could to keep Betty from overexerting herself, but the girl just wouldn’t listen.

The next day, Deeva stayed late to audition for the school play. At one point, as she waited her turn, she saw four figures pass by in the hallway. Betty’s friends.

There was something about the way they walked that caught her attention. After Deeva read her lines, she left the auditorium and headed toward the gym.

As she reached the end of the corridor, she heard voices coming from the locker room. She slipped the door open and moved inside, ducking down and staying close to the lockers. Ahead, she saw five clustered figures—Debby, Tonya, Amber, and Tabitha. At the center was Ms. Pelham.

Her posture seemed odd. It took Deeva a moment to realize why. Ms. Pelham’s hands were behind her back. In the light spilling from the coaches’ room, Deeva saw that the gym teacher’s wrists had been bound with masking tape. The office showed signs of a brief struggle. The teacher’s chair was turned over. Her desk lamp was on its side. An apple and a handful of grapes were spilled across the desk. A couple of stray grapes had fallen to the floor.

“You girls are in big trouble,” Ms. Pelham said.

“Hey, we can lie just as good as you,” Tonya told her. “Nobody knows we’re here.”

“It’s our word against yours,” Amber said, tossing the roll of masking tape up in the air and catching it. “Nobody would believe nice girls like us would do anything bad. And we wouldn’t. Not normally. But you’re a special case.”

The girls seemed to be waiting for something. Deeva sat and made herself comfortable. Time passed. She heard faint sounds through the wall as the boys came in from football practice, followed by more noise as they left the building. Soon after that, Debby slipped out and went to the back door, opened it briefly, then returned to the coaches’ room. “It’s clear. Come on. Let’s go.” She gave Ms. Pelham a push.

Deeva crept outside, keeping far enough back so they wouldn’t spot her. The girls took Ms. Pelham to the track.

“It’s very simple,” Debby said. “We’re going to run a race. Just one lap. You win, we cut off the tape.”

Ms. Pelham laughed. “A race? Against you girls? It doesn’t matter if my hands are tied. I’m an athlete. A real athlete. Not like you girls, who can’t even—”

“On your marks,” Amber said.

The other three girls turned to face forward on the track.

Ms. Pelham shook her head. “You are in so much trouble.” A smile crossed her lips, as if she was already planning her revenge, or perhaps relishing her coming victory on the track.

“Get set,” Amber said.

The girls crouched in poor imitation of sprinters.

“When this is over, you’re all going to suffer,” Ms. Pelham said. She leaned at the waist and put one foot forward. “But first, I’m going to make you eat dust. Stupid cows.”

“Wait. I almost forgot.” Amber stuck her hand in her pocket. Deeva heard a crinkling sound. Then Amber reached toward Ms. Pelham and slipped something over her head.

Deeva smothered a gasp as she watched Amber strip a length of masking tape from the roll and fasten the plastic produce bag around Ms. Pelham’s neck.

“Go,” Amber said.

The other three girls jogged off.

Ms. Pelham froze from the neck down. Her head swiveling rapidly from Amber to the runners, who were already widening their lead.

“Go,” Amber said again, as if speaking very patiently to someone who wasn’t bright at all.

Deeva saw the bag puff out as Ms. Pelham exhaled, then cling to her face as she drew a panicked breath. The clear plastic, fogged with moisture now, flattened on either side of her nose.

Deeva opened her mouth. One shout would put a stop to this. As she looked at the figures on the track, scenes from the past flooded her mind, along with a phrase she’d heard shouted far too often. Keep your nose where it belongs, Deeva thought.

Taking a slow, deep breath of the cold night air, Deeva turned and walked back to the locker room. Behind her, the crunch of feet on cinders faded, like the tail end of a dying gasp.

Copyright © 2013 by David Lubar

 

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Table of Contents

Contents

1.     Running Out of Air

2.     Split Decision

3.     Apparent Motives

4.     Feelings

5.     Every Drop

6.     Patterns of Fear

7.     Free Seas

8.     Blood Magic

9.     A Cart Full of Junk

10.   Morph

11.   Whodo

12.   The Ex Box

13.   Evil Twin

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  • Posted August 14, 2013

    David Lubar has successfully moved onto the teen market. Carryi

    David Lubar has successfully moved onto the teen market. Carrying on with his signature style of horror and humor, the teens that enjoyed his work in the “Weenies” books will be able to move from those and still keep their favorite author.
    Even if you haven’t read David’s books before, this collection deals with many of the subjects that teens are forced to face, both in school and in life, in creative and occasionally gory ways. Stories included in this collection are:
    Running out of Air, a creative way to resolve the sadistic gym teacher issue.
    Split Decision, sometimes running away is not the best option.
    Apparent Motives, sometimes a divorce just won’t do it.
    Every Drop, concerns watery justice, or revenge.
    Patterns of Fear, a television show based on the “Paranormal Activity” genre.
    Free Seas, stowaways on a party cruise catch the wrong ship.
    Blood Magic, kidnaped by armed robbers, what would you be willing to do to survive?
    A Cart Full of Junk, when you need the perfect gift.
    Morph, crime lords, China town, shape changing assassins, illegal animal trade, what more do you want?
    Whoodoo, maybe divorce would be better.
    The Ex Box, what to do when your newest, best boyfriend is a Vampire?
    Evil Twin, a futuristic plague with horrible consequences.
    All of these stories are told, successfully, form the point of view of teens of various ages, with accurate portrayals of the way people of these ages think. With no condescension on the part of the author and no worry about teaching lessons with each story, this is just an enjoyable collection. There may be a lesson (or two) included, but I promise, it's not on purpose.

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