THE WEREWOLF PT1

My bones were tingling. I could feel them stretching and bending, morphing themselves into something my skin could no longer contain. It isn't like you see in the films, it's slow but it's not painful (1/5)

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No ache possessed me, even as I felt my flesh tear at the spine. Soon I was stepping out of my freckled shell like it was nothing more than an old dress, and standing at least three feet above my human form.

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When it was over I crouched down to look at myself in my bedroom mirror, and groaned when I saw what I'd become.
Before I could call for help I began to sneeze uncontrollably. My throat felt scratchy, and breathing was suddenly difficult. It was a sick curse, this was.

(3/5)

When I'd been told at a young age that one day I would transform into a magnificent creature, all sorts of things had crossed my mind. The one thing I'd never considered too seriously was a werewolf, because I didn't think the universe was that twisted.

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Yet there I was, all paws and jaw, having an allergic reaction to my own fur.

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