I stared up at the inky blackness known as night. A purified light shone through the breaking clouds. The moon's light itching, like I was, to be free of the concealing bonds. The metamorphosis was beginning as light peaked through a slit in the clouds. "The power of the moon awakens the beast in man." Remembering those words, they were spoken by an old woman who bore the same curse as I did. Feeling the moon's presence blanket me in its light, it disappeared quickly. It drifted away once more behind its vaporous cover. The beast wasn't to awaken tonight.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis book is comprised of all of the short stories that I've written in recent years. A good number of the stories in here were written for contests throughout Wattpad and most was inspired by Challenge Corner's 'Changing Seasons' contest. Within th...
