I love the idea of a female werewolf who keeps a diary. That's interesting to me.
I also hope to see a part two, because all dogs must eat! Great job Saiida.
I, Emily Meyer awoke suddenly on Feburary 5, 2007 at 4:37am and chance a look outside my apartment window. It was dark and still in the Paris night air. The unusual snowfall gave me enough illumination to make out the murky Seine River and the gold glowing top of the Eiffel Tower. Which is all the view I was afforded when I felt the changes start to happen. I let go and let it happen. Before I did I grabbed my pink suede journal and skate my pen across the pages.... My soft feminine hands grow large with thickened skin. Straight coarse hair reaches out from my knuckles like bushy grass along a riverbank. The fingers that normally would be easy feature for any posh nail advertisement turn bumby and swollen with knots. My pores sizzle and smoke like a barbeque grill and hair reaches out from there too. I cannot hold my humanity. Pain, fever, stomach twists and turns like an insane trained acrobat. My penmanship becames jagged lines across the the innocent white pages of my journal. So I speak, so that it may be heard. Write it. Tell it. The Cupids bow pout of my lips becomes thin and dark stretched swollen skin that houses rows of teeth that are indeed too many. A button nose is now long and sharp, black and wet like a dogs. My metamorphis breaks the silence as does my sad howl at the glowing moon. 4:38am. The numbers drown and beg to breathe so I smash my claws through the face of the digital clock. In an effort for release, I jump full force through my bedroom window. It shatters like a million tiny diamonds. TOUCH DOWN! I run into the night,my lithe,agile body slicing through the air. In a last ditch effort for humanity, I search for prey I hope I don't find, but alas I smell the liquored breath of two unsuspecting lovers.... |
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