Bayou Moon
Sometimes urban legends should never be ignored!
When I first heard the tale about the legendary beast; a werewolf that roams the bayou of Houma at night and supposedly stalks unsuspecting victims for food; I didn’t believe them.
Until one night while I was driving home on a desolate road my car died.
I was all alone and that’s when I finally came face to face with the Rougarou.
I barely got away, but I was now left cursed to become a Rougarou.
The first change was excruciating.
But then I learned to control it, however recently I can’t control it.
Yet I like it!
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Joanna Blaze
I love writing just about everything but some of my personal favorites are romance, criminal, horror, and fantasy. I'm also an avid traveler I love traveling solo because I have a lot more fun adventures and the experience is more exciting.
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