Saturday, August 08, 2015

Transformed

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

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

8 comments :

  1. Great story of tranformation into a werewolf!

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    1. Thanks Joy I am glad you liked it.

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  2. The pain of the transformation is well described.

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    1. Thanks Kalpana for reading and commenting.

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  3. Dont we wish at some point... Nice take

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    1. Thanks Rajesh I am glad you liked it.

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  4. Dear Subroto,

    You 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

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    1. Thanks Rochelle, I am glad you liked the post and the Star Trek greetings :-)

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