Short story about someone who hesitates becoming a werewolf.
Mature for blood.
Here it is.
It is lying right here in front of me on my empty desk:
The vial with the powder of dried werewolf blood.
I am already holding an old rusty penknife in my right hand.
I can still remember the instructions clearly;
“The blood sample must make plentiful contact with your blood.”
--> Read on by downloading the file <--
I'm trying a new writing style. Usually I write in 3rd person and in past tense. This is my attempt at writing in 1st person and present tense.
Any way, thanks for reading!
Comments are welcome!
Mature for blood.
Here it is.
It is lying right here in front of me on my empty desk:
The vial with the powder of dried werewolf blood.
I am already holding an old rusty penknife in my right hand.
I can still remember the instructions clearly;
“The blood sample must make plentiful contact with your blood.”
--> Read on by downloading the file <--
I'm trying a new writing style. Usually I write in 3rd person and in past tense. This is my attempt at writing in 1st person and present tense.
Any way, thanks for reading!
Comments are welcome!
Category Story / Transformation
Species Wolf
Size 120 x 80px
File Size 221.2 kB
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