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Hungry Like a Wolf

26th January, Story #26/366

By L.C. SchäferPublished 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 3 min read
Hungry Like a Wolf
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"Are you alright?" the uniformed officer asked.

I tried a smile, pain gripping my insides.

"Y- No. I'm not," I admitted. "Could I have something to eat?"

Her expression glazed.

"Uhhhhh-huh. I'm not sure," she said, sympathy gone from her tone. (Fat people aren't allowed to be hungry.) "Someone could get you a drink? Tea? Water?" Slight emphasis on the last word; that's the one I'm supposed to choose.

"Coffee would be great. But if this is going to take much longer, I'll just go home."

Thanks to my heightened senses in the aftermath of my kill, I could hear the conversation coming down the corridor. "Says she needs something to eat... well tough shit, she's hardly going to waste away... being hungry won't kill her."

No, officer. It won't kill me.

"I hear you're getting peckish," he said with forced jollity, handing me a paper cup of unsweetened brown water.

"I have a condition," I snapped. He raised his brows, eyes sharp, moustache laser-focused.

"Diabetes? Do you need any medication?"


He started recording, confirming date, time and names. I went through my interactions with Mike in the physical world, omitting the kiss I stole that let me hunt him in the dreamscape. I had no doubt they'd check my phone records to check I had, in fact, been at home at the time I said I was.

After the interview was finished, I reached out and shook his hand firmly, holding it just a second too long and remembering the feel of its clammy heat.

The griping in my belly didn't ease, but having an endpoint to focus on helped. I turned way from how hollow I'd feel tomorrow.

It was already late, the office locked hours ago. I went straight home. I moved slow, munching steadily through the hours that ticked by like sludge, hunger unabated.

He was hard to find, a handshake being a weak physical bond. I stalked him on tireless paws. Chasing him from dream to dream through living, roiling, tendrils of mist that left dewdrops on my fur. Taking bites out of him all the way 'til breakfast.


Word count (excluding note): 366

Submitted on 26th January at 23.57

*Quick Author's Note*

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The story behind the story: This one is part of a series of micros. They're all really short and sweet and you can find them here:

1. A Cock About to Cro-

2. Cat and Mouse

3. Just Desserts

4. A Pound of Soul

5. How Much Cake is one Soul Worth?

My "story every day" project: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes a 26 day streak. You can find all of them in my Index post, which is pinned to the top of my profile. I'll also link to it at the bottom.

If you're joining me on this "story every day" madne adventure, please leave a link to yours in the comments. Whether you're on a creative bent, like me, and writing mostly microfiction/stories, or whether you have your own, self-imposed criteria, I'd love to see what you come up with for today. I'll try to come back and edit this to link to your piece at the bottom.

Edited for formatting and to add links:


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Comments (13)

  • Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago

    God, I love Moira! And people like the detective really get on my nerves. Yeah, killing them might be a bit extreme, but it just feels like such sweet revenge for her to slowly feed on them in the dreamscape. Well done, as always.

  • Alexander McEvoy6 months ago

    Read these ones a little out of order, it seems. But damn if this doesn't lead perfectly into the next! I do like the implication that she's being caused pain by her hunger, but not necessarily the physical hunger. Like an addiction to the horrors she unleashing on the world.

  • Phil Flannery6 months ago

    Wow. And on we go.

  • Interesting... a hunger that in many ways is a double-edged sword... the interest continues...

  • Cathy holmes6 months ago

    Just catching up, here.

  • Shirley Belk6 months ago

    My girl is back! Bite him...please take a chunk.

  • Toby Heward6 months ago

    Quite the interesting story from the view of the beast

  • So why does such tasty writing always leave us wanting more? 'Cause that's the nature of the story--& of Moira.

  • Caroline Craven6 months ago

    Yay! She’s back! God this would make such a good TV series.

  • Thavien Yliaster6 months ago

    This reminds me of an episode of Adventure Time when the cosmic owl found a cute lady bird in the dreams cape but the lady bird was really the penguin, Gunter, who's the entire Orgalorg (before time ever existed in the realm of monsters). Hunting people down in the land of dreams as a wolf. It reminds me of a movie where a girl needs to sleep, but whenever she does her mind awakes in the body of a wolf, and she has to make sure that body stays safe or else she'll become hurt. She's so afraid to sleep because she doesn't want to become hunted cause the town hates wolves. It's got some baller animation. Also, good job on the fat shaming theme that the main character experiences. If it were a prettier person I got a feeling thay the police would at least offer a piece of candy or maybe even some potato chips, beef Jerry, or anything snack related. Like, cop joke incoming, even a donut to go along with the coffee. There's a difference between judgemental and insensitive, but those police chose to be both. Talk about pains in the rear ends. Goodness, I remember when I was trying to get back into condition while stretching I saw this guy who had to be more than 200 lbs run lap after lap like it was nobody's business in full sweats. My back was killing me so I was stretching after running for several minutes, but that dude was hauling like no tomorrow.

  • Babs Iverson6 months ago

    Marvelous magnificent microfiction story!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️

  • Leslie Writes6 months ago

    Hunting in the dreamscape as a wolf? Fascinating concept. Also f**k fat phobia.

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