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The wind rustles through the branches. Portends are ominous
and I must prepare myself. My fingers
stiffen as the wretched claws unsheathe and the fangs force their way out. An
intense pain shoots through my body as my bones crackle while breaking and
reforming. The colors fade yet I see more clearly in the yellow light.
In this excruciating moment my heart shrinks and I am rendered
speechless as my vocal cords transform.
My spine enlarges and hunches over. A snout emerges for my
face and long hair sprouts from my body.
Transformed I gaze at the moon and howl.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
To read the 'mooning' stories by other Friday Fictioneers go here.
Sending best wishes for a speedy recovery to our fearless Friday Fictioneer commander Rochelle
To read the 'mooning' stories by other Friday Fictioneers go here.
Sending best wishes for a speedy recovery to our fearless Friday Fictioneer commander Rochelle
Great story of tranformation into a werewolf!
ReplyDeleteThanks Joy I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThe pain of the transformation is well described.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kalpana for reading and commenting.
DeleteDont we wish at some point... Nice take
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajesh I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteYou made me feel for the poor werewolf. Great descriptions.
Many thanks for the well wishes and the picture of Spock. He was always my favorite. Feh on Kirk.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, I am glad you liked the post and the Star Trek greetings :-)
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