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Full Moon

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By Elizabeth WakefieldPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Full Moon
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The full moon is shining bright tonight as I run through the forest wracked with pain

The full moon is shining like a beacon above my head as I look up I can hear my bones breaking and reforming as I start to scream in pain

I let the pain take me to where I need to go and I end up turning into a huge four legged gray and black wolf. I look up to the full moon and I howl loudly while I am certainly confused as to why I turned into a wolf to begin with.

I ended up hunting small animals while in my wolf form and once the sun comes up I am changing back to my human form and put my clothes back on that I had hid behind a tree just in case I were to end up back at the same tree naked.

I managed to get my clothes on and managed to make it back home where I ate like no tomorrow and slept most of the day and that is when I woke up. I woke up when I went to take a nap in my dream.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Elizabeth Wakefield

Hi I am a good writer. I get my writing skills from roleplaying which I am very good at. I do write up to 30 lines when I am roleplaying, and I do have plots for my roleplays. I also write poetry in my free time too.

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