The Wolves Are Howling
A poem for my "October Prompts" Challenge
The wolves are howling again,
As the dark, night crept in.
She hid inside the house with a crooked smile.
The lone moon began to creep up into the sky as the wolves began to grow wild.
The pack has grown smaller and smaller every year.
The young woman stayed inside the house because she knew better than to tempt the pack.
The scar on her cheek was proof of that.
The moon grew rounder as the night grew darker and darker.
The shrill howls sounded like they were right outside the house.
As if the wolves wanted her to come out and play.
Temptation at it's finest.
Chloe Rose Violet🌹
I wrote this as a part of my "Writing Prompts for October Challenge" which you can view down below.
I have read a few people's posts in regards to this writing prompt challenge and I'd love to see some more!
Please feel free to comment on the original post or this one to make sure I see it as I will be picking my favourites from the month of October. I was hoping to find one for every prompt. Do one or do them all! Thanks for reading everyone.
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I quite like a good howl, I love how you've woven it into your story 😁 The children of the night, what beautiful musik they make 😍
Well done. Congratulations on top story.
I like the line that pack grows smaller. That plus the scar makes me think there’s some epic wolf fights going on! Great poem :) I really enjoyed it
Ooooh yes! Perfect vibes!
Very nice. Congrats on the TS.
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Lovely verse and congrats on the TS
Congratulations!
Congratulations for your top story.
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Fantastic poem!
Congratulations on your Top Story💯🎉✌️
My toxic trait is that I would still go play with them 😝 Loved your poem!
Temptation, indeed! Great story!
A little werewolfy .... nice. 💙Anneliese