I Write Short Stories
This isn’t a short story, it’s a segment from a werewolf book I am writing. It’s from chapter 3-Carl’s story.
My body trembled with a mix of cold, disbelief and fear. Images of my sister lost and hurt ran through my mind, more trembling and a rush of pain later I found myself outside of our flat, running on all fours, dark brown fur covered my legs, my teeth to big for my mouth and the air, the air was so crisp I could smell and feel the whole world. I could see colours I had no idea existed, I could see the birds in the trees settling down for the night, I could see people getting on with their hectic lives. I could see my sister stalking something in the dark, not too far from the ally where we had run into Liam. She was low to the ground baring her teeth at something, not something but someone, Liam. I got there just in time to see him turn and run for the ally way, as if a game my sister chased after him, snapping at his heels. I kept low and followed them. “No, please,” the sobbing teenager spluttered. My sister fall of rage didn’t listen, why should she, he brought this upon himself. A little rhythmic sound filled my ears. The sound came from Liam, his heartbeat. The sweet smell of cold sweat filled my nostrils I could smell his fear, this made me excited. The sound of his heart-beat and the smell of his fear carried by the wind, I lost all control, before I knew it I had joined my sister's side.
My body trembled with a mix of cold, disbelief and fear. Images of my sister lost and hurt ran through my mind, more trembling and a rush of pain later I found myself outside of our flat, running on all fours, dark brown fur covered my legs, my teeth to big for my mouth and the air, the air was so crisp I could smell and feel the whole world. I could see colours I had no idea existed, I could see the birds in the trees settling down for the night, I could see people getting on with their hectic lives. I could see my sister stalking something in the dark, not too far from the ally where we had run into Liam. She was low to the ground baring her teeth at something, not something but someone, Liam. I got there just in time to see him turn and run for the ally way, as if a game my sister chased after him, snapping at his heels. I kept low and followed them. “No, please,” the sobbing teenager spluttered. My sister fall of rage didn’t listen, why should she, he brought this upon himself. A little rhythmic sound filled my ears. The sound came from Liam, his heartbeat. The sweet smell of cold sweat filled my nostrils I could smell his fear, this made me excited. The sound of his heart-beat and the smell of his fear carried by the wind, I lost all control, before I knew it I had joined my sister's side.
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