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.
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September 5, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Lovely descriptive writing and very very different to my werewolf story!! 🙂
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I will check… and I did expect quite a few werewolf stories.
This is my favorite section:
“hit my retina, spreading through marrow and bones; rippling through muscles, into finger and toes.
I grow longer, stronger.”
I tried to imagine how it felt to be transformed to a werewolf…
I love how he accepts he will return to normalcy. Well done!
That’s the advantage of being werewolf… there is a normal state as well.
I like the beast part of him wishing his family were there so he could feast on them while buried deep the human part is relieved they aren’t. I hope his chains are sturdy enough.
Mixed feelings I think… to quote a vampire song (moon over bourbon street)
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Here a werewolf, there a werewolf…
You must expect that from a moonlit street.
It is true the full moon has that effect on people who lose all sense of responsibility, just wanting to go out and enjoy themselves.
I think you are right… there are many type of werewolfery…
Man turning into a werewolf on full moon night. Spooky and mysterious. At least they will have breakfast together, the next day.
I think it’s better to eat cereal than flesh… but just to be safe, maybe there should be some raw liver for the man.
LAughing.
Terrific piece of writing, only the topic amuses me!
It is an amusing subject… I think about Buffy the vampire slayer.
I read C.E.’s post first. Those poor werewolves.
I fear another box of cereal is about to die a horrible death at breakfast.
Oh werewolfs are quite safe in the morning after.
Dear Björn,
A howling good story. Oh those full moons.
Shalom,
Rochelle
That’s the thing.. there will be quite a few werewolfs… maybe I should have written about a wererabbit.
Your werewolf knows how it’s done. Great description of his feelings and at the same time horrifying and hopeful.
I think the type of transformation from man to beast is the most scary… if you can predict it in advance you just have to shackle yourself
At least at this core, he loves his family enough to protect them…
Woaaah! Fabulous story! Loved it.
Excellent description of the change from man to beast. When you write that he uses physical restraints and sends his family away on full moon nights, you give a more nuanced werewolf story. Clever writing.
This is so graphic I’m wondering if it’s fact, not fiction! Nice one.
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A forward thinking werewolf well trained in home health and safety.
I thought your story original. It’s from his view point, but the take on the family really got me. I’d like to know more.
It was pretty original to me!
scary story but imaginative as usual. well done.
Wonderfully described.
You were not the only one to opt for the werewolf. I do like your descriptions. Nicely done.
A happy family man; in some ways! Tasty.
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him, a once-a-month werewolf who cannot help himself.
Such a sad thing for the man that his family has to leave to be safe, on the other hand the beast is capable of thinking of his family and yearns for them to come back. I liked this story!
I like your take on the were-wolf story – I feel on his side. Great descriptive writing of other-wordliness, plus the comfort of his family.
What an engaging transformation from man to beast, and so full of feeling. This is not a werewolf to be frightened of, although of course he is. Fantastic descriptions.
I noticed the moon has brought out a great many werewolves.
There’s a visual was in every one of your words. Nicely written …
Isadora 😎