It was time again… excruciating pain when the rays from the moon hit my retina, spreading through marrow and bones; rippling through muscles, into finger and toes.
I grow longer, stronger. My lips curling back revealing the teeth turning to fangs, the hair on my back changing to fur; nails growing to claws.
Man becomes beast.
Ravaged from hunger I howl. Trying to break the shackles that ties me.
In vain I wail for my children to come… for my wife to return…
They have left for the night.
Deep inside I am grateful…
Tomorrow we will have breakfast together.
I couldn’t come up with anything more original than a werewolf tale this week. To make it a bit original I imagine a werewolf locking himself up to keep others around him safe. As usual it might take a few days for me to return visits.
Friday Fictioneers are a community writing 100 word storied to the same image, selected by Rochelle and often coming from other members of the community.
September 5, 2018