As the night gradually extended its reach, stretching into the depths of darkness and succumbing to the icy tendrils of the approaching cold, I stood in solitude outside, my gaze fixed upon the moon. Its silver glow bathed the world in an ethereal light, and a sense of longing permeated the crisp air. Each passing moment seemed to slow, as if time itself were captivated by the silent dance of celestial bodies.
Under the moon's gentle gaze, I found myself lost in a contemplative trance, pondering the purpose of my existence. The soft luminescence seemed to beckon, inviting me to traverse the corridors of my own thoughts, stirring a deep yearning for something undefined yet profoundly significant. It was as if the moon whispered secrets of the universe, and I strained to comprehend its enigmatic language.
The night persisted in its expansion, the cold seeping into my bones, yet my soul remained tethered to the luminous sphere above. Fatigue gradually crept upon me, casting a heavy veil over my senses. With a heart heavy with longing, I eventually sought solace in the embrace of my bed, where dreams held the promise of answers.
As the tendrils of sleep wrapped around me, a vivid and enchanting vision unfolded—a dream where I roamed the boundless woods as a wolf. Freedom coursed through my veins, mingling with the fragrance of pine and the earthy scent of the forest floor. In this dream, I was not alone; I was accompanied by kindred spirits, fellow wolves who shared in the freedom of the wild.
Days turned into weeks, and the sands of time shifted, leading me towards a significant milestone: my 18th birthday. Excitement bubbled within me, creating a symphony of anticipation that echoed through the chambers of my mind. It was as if the universe itself were preparing for a grand revelation, a momentous unveiling of purpose and destiny.
The night following my birthday held a promise that electrified the air. Under the watchful gaze of the full moon, I stood on the porch, an invisible current of energy tingling through me. The moonlight cascaded like liquid silver, casting an entrancing glow upon the landscape. In that very moment, an extraordinary sensation coursed through my being—a sensation that whispered of transformation and rebirth.
Inexplicably, a metamorphosis overcame me, and I felt the shackles of my human form release their grip. A rush of power surged through my veins, and as if guided by an invisible force, I found myself running through the woods, a wolf untamed and free. It was not a dream; it was a reality, an experience that transcended the ordinary.
To my right and left, fellow wolves ran beside me, their presence a testament to the interconnectedness of all life. We moved as one, a pack united under the silvery moonlight, a feeling of euphoria and liberation coursing through our collective spirit. It was a moment of profound connection, a merging of self with the primal essence of the natural world.
We ran, our paws striking the earth in unison, our hearts beating in harmony with the wild symphony of the night. The wind whispered secrets in our ears, carrying tales of freedom, unity, and purpose. Each stride felt like a leap towards destiny, each howl a reverberation of our newfound awakening. In that moonlit escapade, we found family, freedom, and a sense of belonging that defied the constraints of ordinary reality.
The journey continued through the night, an odyssey of self-discovery and revelation. The moon, a silent witness to our metamorphosis, watched over us with a benevolent grace. As dawn approached and the sun began to paint the sky with hues of gold and pink, we slowed our pace, knowing that this transformative night would forever be etched in the tapestry of our souls.
In the days that followed, the memory of that moonlit transformation remained etched in my heart, an indelible mark guiding me on my journey. It was a revelation of purpose, a reminder that sometimes, in the stillness of the night and the embrace of nature, we find our true selves and the freedom to live authentically. The moon had whispered, and we had listened, embarking on a path of wild exploration, forever bonded to the nocturnal beauty that had set our spirits free.
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At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly3 days ago in Horror
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