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By: Ariel Bujans
When my siblings and me were born,
you cursed at us.
Then you said how ugly we are
And how my mother had abominations
As we grew and became less dependent of our mother,
You put a bullet through her head,
Then you put her in a garbage bag and threw her in the garbage,
Like she was nothing to you.
you made us into your entertainment.
You beat us,
You starved us,
And you called us names.
Yet I still love you.
Is it because of my loyalty?
Is it bred in me to love you?
But you do not love me.
Am I not bleeding enough?
Am I not whimpering and crying enough?
Is it because I am not dead yet?
As you eat,
we stare at you,
Hoping a scrap will fall,
We just hope for something to eat.
But you just teas us.
Putting the food in front of us
Then pulling it away when we are about to eat it.
When you finished and ate everything you through us in a small room
And starved us,
We walked around in our own mess,
Our paws hurt and aced from standing to long,
Because I Was Not SavedBecause I Was Not Saved
By Ariel Bujans
Here I lay so cold and alone.
All I wish is to be in a home.
But here I lay in a cage,
All because my owner was filled with rage.
They took me away
But now I do not want to stay.
All I here are barks of please,
I just whimper, all I just want to be is at ease.
But no, I am here
Filled with fear,
That my time will end,
A broken soul that you can mend.
All I want is some love,
But all I so is look to the heavens above.
Alone I sit and wait for my time of death,
It is so heard to take another breath.
Why cannot anyone take this prisoner home?
All I am is alone.
What did I do wrong?
I just want is to belong,
With a family, that loves me,
Instead of waiting for someone to answer to my plea.
Finally, time of death is here,
With poisonous gas, that makes my mind unclear.
So cold I become,
All because you did not come.
All I just wanted is to saved,
But instead, I am just sent to my grave.
The Battle of our LifeHe held the gun to his head and started to cry. He was sitting in a bunker, all alone, dead bodies surrounded him, the smell of death and decay was unbearable. The sounds around him began to drown out, all he heard was the sound of his heart racing. This war was to much for him.
Pit pat, pit pat.
The sound of something dripping on his gear drew his attention away from the gun.
Don't look up he thought, but his eyes wandered up a soft growl arose. He looked up his brown eyes met with its golden fiery eyes of a werewolf, drool splashed on his dirty face as the beast licked its lips and showed its pearly white teeth.
"AAAHHH!" The man screamed on the top of his lungs the beast just gave a smile and lashed out and the man met his end. The beast crawled out of the bunker and looked out at the carnage all around her. She shook her head, her fur glistened with blood as the fading streaks of moonlight began to fade as the velvet red light of the sun touched the death stricken land.
Her name is
My name is RomanMy name is Roman, about a year ago If you ever told me that werewolves were real I would laugh and say that you have a wild imagination, that you were insane, and that you were crazy. But now I would say I believe you.
It all happened to fast, it was a school trip for junior year in high school we were camping. All I remember were the howls far away, my fellow classmates joked around saying "beware the werewolf," or "I am going to eat you," or they will just howl to the full moon and I would just laugh and joke around. Then it happened we were attacked and... Everyone died but me, but I was bitten and scratched.
When doctors looked at my bite and scratches they just said it was a large wolf that had done this to me, but i did not believe them, i know it was something bigger, something stronger then a normal wolf but nome one listened to me, no one did, they said everything was going to be ok, and then they gave me antibiotics and sent me home. My parents were re
Dear CousinYou didnt have to die,
But you provoked me,
So much has changed,
Since we were young,
You've grown tall and strong,
But so have I,
I have teeth and fangs and claws,
Strength and speed,
That surpasses yours by far,
It started as a game of chase,
Buts now is that of life and death,
Your life dear cousin.
You thought you were clever,
Hiding in the corn,
Your breaths ragged,
And thats how I found you,
Your yelp of surprise,
Sent me into a frenzy,
That can only end in blood,
The wolf must feast,
So you must die,
In a battle,
Laced with screams and blood,
Your blood dear cousin.
You thought I was joking,
Until you turned around,
And saw me there,
Body quivering and shaking,
Claws tearing from my nailbeds,
Fur blotches here and there,
Thats when you put it together,
And finally realized,
You were about to die,
So you turned and ran,
As fast as you possibly could,
But it wasnt fast enough dear cousin.
You crashed through the corn,
Until you spat blood,
Your face as you saw me,
Coming at you in
Attack at Jenkins WarehousAlan's heart was beating right out of his chest while he drove down a lighted street in New Jersey. His thoughts were whirling about the events that had just taken place. He couldn't get the grotesque images and screams out of his head. Especially that one image of that .THING tearing a man to pieces.
With much difficulty, he pushed the images out of his head and tried to remember the events that happened early that day. It helped settle his mind a little bit, but he was still shaking from shock and adrenaline.
Alan was at the Starbucks coffee shop enjoying his cappuccino. He checked the time on his Rolex watch. It was fifteen minutes to three. His friend Thomas should be here any second to give him word about the gun shipment for tonight.
Alan was a smuggler in New Jersey delivering large shipments for the local gangs, black markets, and mafia bosses. He delivered the best guns to his buyers, and best of all, the guns couldn't be tracked. Alan averaged two hundred thousand dollar
The ritual of werewolfNow you have both tooth and claw,
Biting teeth within your maw,
Stand tall for these midnight powers,
A brother or sister gave you at midnight hours,
You now belong to the pack,
Through the fur upon your back,
The monsters that you once feared,
You now stand at one, revered,
The fires of hell await our souls,
As we cheated our usual roles,
But worry not for years you live,
More than any man could give,
You are now a werewolf strong and fast,
But remember to never forget your past,
And now you live the life within,
Be warned the life of a beast begins.
The Hunt is on. I could smell him from miles away. He smelled of fear, the same irrational fear that every human gets when they are alone in the dark. His fear though, wasn't so unwarranted. We were watching him; this pathetic thing walking right into our land. Oh how his fear made my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to tear into his chest like a thanksgiving turkey, breaking the bones of his inferior structure and then sucking every last bit of marrow from them.
Willow sat next to me hunched over as we waited for the rest of the pack to signal, Willow being the newest member of the pack was to be the bait. From a far a howling sounded followed by more causing the message to pierce even the thick dark forest we now hunted in. Willow now turned towards me; and with a low growl spoke.
"The hunt begins dear friend."
Her red eyes glowed brightly as she drooled at the thought of the victory soon at hand. Her wolf form slowly grew smaller, her snout sho
My Scream Becomes My HowlAt first, all I could focus on was the intense pain in my shoulder.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds around me, the snarls, the howling, the growling. I could dimly feel the forest floor beneath me, the soil, the fallen pine needles.
But all I could focus on was the burning, crushing pain in my right shoulder.
With my mind so clouded by pain, I could barely comprehend what had become of my night. Eric had offered to explain himself, if I was still willing to hear it, which, of course, I was. You don't kiss a girl with that kind of passion and then pull away in nothing short of terror without explaining yourself. So he asked me to come walk with him through the forest tonight, promising to answer any and all questions I had.
And now I was curled on the ground, clutching my throbbing, bleeding shoulder as a pair of massive wolves fought nearby.
The more I tried to remember what had happened, the clearer it became and the less my shoulder hurt. Eric and I had howled playful
Star Fall: Lost OnesChapter 1: Lost ones
They called it the natural order. We call it the third world war. It was apparent what the committee wanted. The Lycanthropic Registration Committee had grown so powerful since its birth. So much more powerful. The political structure of the United States had become a puppet. Delegates sent to allied and neutral countries assumed flawless coups with little military action. It was scary Overnight, the world entered a new era. We all knew the committee despised our kind, wished us gone. What we failed to realize was their determination. Now that they've become autocrat of most Europe and more than half of the Americas, it was too late. Their plan was already set into motion and ours Ours was practically gone. The witches betrayed us. A few months after the committee had assumed control, our so called guardian
Survival -wolf tf-Survival
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
The Bond of the Brotherhood (Ch. 1) The First Hunt
Her feet pounded against the ground as she felt a rush through her body. Her eyes shifted up to the sky, allowing the large, glowing moon to wash down over her with its rich, warm light. It was the full moon, all the power and bloodlust that had been building all month had come to this moment. She already tasted the sweet essence of copper blood in her mouth. It was a warm and promising feeling on the night of a full moon, in deep contrast with the taunting, mocking sensation it gave her during any other time of the month. She let out a heavy breath, feeling the wind pull her smokey topaz hair. It danced behind her, whipping around with intense ferocity. That was until she tasted the scent of others against her tongue. She was entering the gathering area and could see others already standing around and chatting with one another. A few eyes shifted over to gaze at her; i
Howls of the WolvesBeast that dwells inside me
Held within the shell of man
Screams of the human
Change to the howl of the beast
Fingers changing into claws
Fangs descending, they can already taste the kill
Flesh to fur
Jaws send out a howl of the beast
Moonlight breaks the night
You are my moonlight
As we run free through the dark forest
Howling like the beast we are.
By Ariel Bujans
My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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