am i in love with a werewolf?
yes a brilliant green that shines like emeralds. However, thick glasses hide their spectacular beauty, with lenses that dull her eyes' brightness
eterminedly on her form, on the muddy ground. Thunder roars over her head, crackles of li
le forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if that happens, no one to call for help. Her cell phone
anymore, though, so she does
. A living nightmare surrounds her, the terrible breeze slamming the rain into random destinations, the plants
s to make her as miserable as possible. She feels dirty, the mud giving her a sick feeli
s impossib
ins of life would fade away. She wonders why God had to give her the ugly face
have to be th
king into the dirt. Unbelievably, the water starts to pour even harder from the hectic skies, temperature dropping by t
ld get
atures. Is she really ready to let herself die
of fear enters
r each of them, reaching with a delicate hand to try to catch the clouds t
ruly rea
at it, awe searing through her at its beauty. It truly is a wonderful sight, the perfect circle illuminated by pure white light, the
her shoulder. She gasps in pain, her
the dark clouds ste
emains in her position, pain etched in her face. She grabs the strang
owards her. It is big, about the size of a nickel, fa
is frozen. Death is finally here to take her away. This is what she wants, righ
ing that is taking
is a howl in the night as the terrible
*
d breathing pounds in his ears
e in his territory at this time. It is terrible timing for th
the night o
is just perfect. He wo
throws them violently into the air, lightning flashing over his head. There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm's efforts to distrac
fear
curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating