Heart for a WerewolfEyes down low, and a gaze shy,his heart fluttered, and his grin went wry.It was a secret he had,a secret he swore he'd not tell.The note in his hand did speak of his feelings,placed neatly in a letter, with strawberry sealings.Looking up from his thoughts, he saw another,that other, he knew, was his secret lover.He got up from his seat, to talk to this girl,the butterflies in his stomach suggested he hurl.The girl seemed to be quite unaware,that a werewolf was standing there.He cleared his throat quickly to get her attention,She looked and instantly showed deep apprehension.She gave a loud scream, the werewolf had scared her,but, he actually wanted a "heart-sick" cure.He spoke quickly, eyes filled with fright,"Please do not fear, and please hear my plight!"With the quickest of motions, his hand shot out,his paw did open, and the letter had sprout.The girl looked quickly at the letter in hand,not sure if it was a trick, or something more grand."What is this for? Ar
Chapter 19: Time Draws NearI never intended to make John cry. In fact, I didn't think what I had said would make him cry at all. Why did it hit him so hard? I would have desired to ask him, but didn't want to cause a complete meltdown of a werewolf. I didn't know what would happen to a mentally troubled werewolf... and I wasn't going to take any chances.“Don't worry, John. You aren't a monster!” I tried thinking of more words to say, but couldn't find any that were not risky, and were on the subject. “Uh... John, why don't you put on your clothes so we can head home.... I'm... uh... sorry that I upset you.”“No, no. It's fine. I had to get that out.” John turned around and started walking back to the bush. “It was building up over time, and I guess, with all this stress it... hit its breaking point. Good thing it didn't last long.”Either he was reading my mind, or he wanted to state his excuse for crying, I wasn't sure, but I was glad that he managed to pull hims
TwentyI wish I could say once,what twice, I had not said,the feelings came to me thrice,but with quadruple the guilt instead.Five times I knew my pencil had broken,at the six different psalms I wish I had spoken.The seven words did not ring,with eight bells, their carols sing.With nine false hopes, regrets, and pains,The sad ten truths, with their solemn refrains,did sing aloud the eleven verses,inside each verse were twelve silent curses.Thirteen lines,and fourteen tunes,fifteen planets,and sixteen moons.Seventeen songs to the planets and moons are unsung,Eighteen new regrets, of which I have now hung,On the rack of my memory, with nineteen hooks in all,The twentieth regret is where I regrettably stall....These regrets have guided me... to nevermore, I fall.