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Slave to the Moon (something that never really turned out)
The moon was full and bright. Its light went through the trees and lay broken on the ground. The howls of wolves filled the air and echoed down the lanes of trees. The trees themselves were massive and seemed as if they were giant, natural pillars that held up the night sky and all the stars in it. A large wolf ran between the columns of the massive trees. Its eyes were red and foam was forming at its mouth. It chased after its prey in the darkness.
The man ran as fast as he could. He was succumbing to exhaustion and wouldn’t last much longer. He had only two legs, but the large creature behind him had four. The man tripped and fell into the dirt, but got back up again and started running. It was too late. The wolf had caught up to him. The animal jumped on top of the man and howled at the full moon. It lowered its jaws to the man’s throat and…
Will woke up with a start. Early morning sunshine greeted him through his bedroom window. He threw the sheets off his body and placed his feet on the floor. He had had the weirdest dream. It had seemed so real that he actually had to think for a moment. Will had had a dream that he was a wolf running through a forest chasing after…something.
He decided that it was just a dream. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth really quick and shaved. Will then went down stairs and looked into the fridge for something to eat. He saw some sausage and took it out. Will threw the sausage on the griddle and started it. The sound and smell of sizzling sausage filled the kitchen. Once the sausage was done, Will took it off the griddle and put it on a plate. He grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece of sausage. He bit into it and closed his eyes. He never thought he had tasted anything so wonderful.
Will heard somebody walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. He looked up as his mom came into the room. She was dressed in a robe and her long, black hair was a mess. She looked at Will and smiled.
“Good morning, William,” she said.
“Good morning, Lilith,” said Will.
“How many times have I told you to call me mom, William?” asked his mom.
“If you stop calling me William” he said, “then I will start calling you mom. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” said Lilith.
“Would you like some sausage, Mom?” asked Will.
“Sure. I thought I had smelled something good cooking in here,” said Lilith.
Lilith grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece of sausage. She bit into it and her eyes widened. She went over to the trash can and spit the sausage into the trash can. Will raised an eyebrow as she ran to the sink and washed her mouth out.
“How the hell can you stand to eat that?” asked his mom.
“What do you mean?” Will replied.
“That sausage isn’t even cooked. It’s practically raw!” exclaimed Lilith.
She walked out of the room and Will heard the door to her bedroom shut. She probably was going to get ready for work. He didn’t know why she thought the sausage was raw, it tasted alright to him. Will finished his sausage and headed up the stairs to his room. He changed into black jeans, a black shirt, black boots, and put on his crucifix necklace. Will then went downstairs and opened the door to his house and went outside and headed for school.
As he headed towards school he smelled something rancid. As he continued on is way the smell got worse. As he walked past Mrs. Thomose’s yard he looked over the wire fence and almost threw up. In the yard was Mrs. Thomose’s mastiff, or at least what remained of it.
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