Stories tagged “wolf”
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Through the Frozen Hell
Deafening winds carried the blinding sheet of snow over the blank white oblivion. Though it appeared untouched, something small and brown struggled through, its prints concealed moments after every step. Weary, empty black eyes attempt to search throug...
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The Wolf and the Linch Pin
To keep a wheel on its axle, spinning along how you like, a linch pin is the thing to use. Likewise, most situations have a linch pin, that key factor keeping the cycle going. It’s the guy in a group of friends who always gets the party together ...
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Don't see many of your type 'round here
16 working hours, an 8AM meeting, and no lunch sucks. Finding cabs on rainy Thursday midnights is im-fucking-possible. So, to put it lightly, I’ m not having a stellar day to begin with as I head home, ratty umbrella failing against the wet. The ...
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The Wolf
The locals prefer to stay out of the woods if possible, even in the daylight. The town is quite a small one, an anachronism in the face of modern progress, a petite cluster of individuals who literally know everybody else in the town. Word may be slow ...
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The Two Wolves
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. “One is Evil – It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, se...
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Moonrise
I hate fog. When fog rolls in, the nasties roll out and I always end up fighting with some reject from hell that wants either to kill me and eat me or mess me up so bad that my girlfriend will leave me for being too ugly. Tonight is one of those foggy ...
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Wolf's Night
In the shinning full moon light, I race down the path. I’m pumping my four strong powerful legs. I reach a clearing in the dark woods. The woods open up into a small meadow. I run to the large rock in the middle. The smell of all the flowers here...
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Glowing Eyes
The yellow glowing eyes stood out against the trees, piercing the darkness and falling snow. As it moved closer lush, silvery white fur seemed to materialize out of the snow itself. I stood up with my back already against the tree as the creature conti...
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Warmth
Maybe he wasn’t dangerous. The creature was looking at me again. The fire in its eyes had been replaced with the reflection of the moon and the soothing twinkle of the stars. I crouched down on my knees and held out my hand. He stopped for a mome...
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Alone Again
I don’t know how long I was sleeping there, but I didn’t wake up until I felt the wolf lift his head and look around. I looked to the sky which was just beginning to turn purple in the early dawn. My guardian was intently watching far off i...
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Hopeful Memories
I didn’t know what I was looking for. My eyes scanned every bush as I walked by, but they all were bare; except for the final frostbitten leaves hanging from their mothers waiting for gravity to take over. It seemed that I was the only living soul in...
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My Guardian Angel
As my tree came back into view, I noticed that the circle I traced around the tree had been smeared by the increasing bitter winds. But where I had slept the night before was still clean of snow. As I walked closer a spot of green stood out against the...
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Cwenna, Wolf-Girl
Move quickly, scent the air. The wind shifts. Down! I flatten myself, lying on my belly against the cold snow. Old Colin’s pelt wrapped around my body, his gift of life to me after his death. Our foraging quarry pauses, head up, ears swiveling. I...
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You Get What You Asked For
Moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, keeping the woods in eternal twilight and making the landscape seem all the more surreal. The hunter stepped through the sea of dead leaves carefully. His eyes scanned the trees for any sign of movement; ...
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The Song of a Wolf.
His eyes a crystal blue, His coat as white as snow, He sings into the night, Why, we do not know. It’s carried on the wind, It echoes through the trees, It purifies the air, You feel it in the breeze. The sound a shout for help, perhaps a lonely cry,...
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Wolves of Paris
He wore a heavily pleated short doublet that marked him as a member of the nobility—or the rich merchant class, at least. But though the nearby poor were scandalized by his presence in their quarter, they were much more concerned by the scarlet blood...
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Wolf
There’s a seven foot tall wolf With dog-like legs Stepping upright Beneath the moonlight In the backyards Of shadows By stars Suppressing growls With a click Of human teeth grown into its jowls It’s sick And knows it Stoically standing Wit...
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Into the Forest
It was a typical blistering hot day in Mexico as a german sheperd rested easily on the patio outside the sherriff’s office. Adolfo had a nice black collar, with two white bells at the middle of the neck, and had sleek, unusual silvery brown fur a...
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Late night desperation (a.k.a what I did at 2 am)
I grumbled, staring at my alarm clock. How obstinate it was being. Why couldn’t it stay earlier so I would still have a window to sleep. I pulled my Ipod off it’s resting place, and slowly and carefully dragged my headphones across the wood...
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Late night desperation (a.k.a what I did at 2 am) pt. 2
I had found the one. The PERFECT thing to help me with my obsession. It was a simple video, and it was really easy to listen to compared to all the others. It was a woman, and she carefully explained that everyone (supposedly, depending what you believ...