| I lingered too long; tonight was a full moon. I ran toward home and saw Ivan in the street holding the gun. He raised the weapon; his hand was shaking. “Elena,” he said. I ran. He didn’t shoot. I woke up on the couch and touched my teeth. Wolf’s teeth. There was blood on them. Ivan. I ran upstairs. Whatever happened, please don’t think of me as a monster. Can a monster have a heart? I know I do because mine was breaking. That means I’m not a monster, doesn’t it? |  |
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Sandra James
27/5/2022 11:14:52 am
😥 Sad! No, you're not a monster! Good story.
Sue Clayton
28/5/2022 04:27:08 am
I hope it wasn't Ivan's blood on Elena's teeth. But she's no monster; just a werewolf doing what a werewolf does best.
Mary Anne mc Enery
28/5/2022 10:19:49 am
I liked the Carpathian feel to your story. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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