A/N ok, I'm not really sure if I'm aloud to do this or not, but I would like some advice, and my English teacher sucks so yeah.
This is a short story that I have to write. The 'stimulus' is a picture of an eye. So, any feed back would be lovely the only people to read this will probably be the oncs who author alerted. But meh, that's ok.
Won't be up for long either.
sorry about the retarded page breakers :| it was being gay
Through Wolves Eyes
The words burnt into my heart, into my soul but I knew that there was truth in those words. It would come eventually, like a warm blanket on a cold night. But I can't tell Jack, as much as I love him. It would hurt me too much; he would never understand and would try to stop me.
I left a letter on the pillow. It wasn't long and wordy. But I still cried while I wrote it.
I walked past the tree line and started running, the ferns cooling my sides, the leaves crunching under my paws, two wolves ran by my side, from now on I'll see through wolves eyes.
I wake with a gasp, chest heaving, sweat covering me; making my clothes stick to my skin. Jack lies beside me, oblivious to the dreams that have awoken me; the calling which was growing stronger each night.
I walk outside, needing the comfort of the moon to pacify me. Soon my face is wet with tears, the cold breeze making me shiver.
Our house backs onto the forest. The forest full of wolves; the wolves I think, the ones that call to me in my sleep.
Running with no urgency tonight. Two wolves, my brother and sister, run by my side. Not with me but acting as guides. The cool ferns caress my fur, cooling me. We are not hunting tonight, simply running. As only we are able to do, as only we are free to do.
At night I see the world through the wolves eyes
I wake up in a bed of wet ferns which form a shelter over me, hiding me from the animals in the trees. I only hear the silence of the night, but I can sense the animals around me, the forest is teeming with life. Only moments ago I would have been able to sense exactly where each animal hid, but now I am left out here alone, with only my weak human senses to guide me.
Where is here? Panic tightens my chest, making it harder to breathe. I stand up and start walking through the ferns, now they shred my clothes, no longer the soothing comfort they were.
Once again I lay under the covers, just like every other night. But tonight I knew what was going to happen. Perhaps it was some of the wolf's sixth sense seeping through the cracks. But I knew that in the morning I would not wake up in bed. The dreams would carry me out into the night. And I would wake up in the undergrowth. Mud under my fingernails and scratches up my legs. Recently I have been waking up further away from home. I know that one day I may not wake up in this form.
The hunt. The ecstatic joy of the chase. No feeling comes close to the euphoria caused by the hunt. It flows through you, and nothing else matters.
You forget about the other life, just for a moment. And in than single moment you realise that it wouldn't be that bad. To leave that other life behind.
any thoughts? :|