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Howl - Chap TwoHowl: A Werewolf Story
Chapter Two: Awakening
The singing of the birds roused Devlins attention to the world around him, waking him from an unsettling sleep. The morning light was not so intense, giving the impression that the sun had just risen. A deep and long yawn escaped his gaping mouth, rolling onto his back and stretching both arms and legs. His body felt oddly sore, yet he felt strangely revitalized and content. A smile curled over his lips, resting his left hand over his chest, as he opened his weary eyes to the world.
At once he was struck with confusion. What should have been the plain white glossy surface of his ceiling housing over him instead was the wide openness of the outside, dawns sun orange sky hovering above. A gentle morning wind blew from behind him, a slight shiver traveling over his body. The lumpy yet silky sheets from his mattress were replaced with the prickly mo
Howl - Chapter OneHowl (A Werewolf Story)
Chapter One: The Mark
Face blushing; Devlin couldnt fight a smile from forming. One hand clicked the computer off for the night while the other was mindless playing elsewhere, unable to hold back his baser needs from tonights intimate conversation. The fantasy him and his online lover, Patricia (A.K.A. LunaBlossom) played always made him feel this way, especially if Patricia was in one of her moods. She was wild when they played their little role play, and the fact they were so passionate about their characters made them both crave to be together and living the experience for real.
How strange that so much love could be offered fantasying of being werewolves.
Devlin thought of himself as strange, more or less from his fascination with wolves and werewolves. They were just something that was admirable to him; a race of wild, graceful and beautiful creatures, living out their solitar
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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