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Essay Archive - Creative Writing: Werewolf
Creative Writing: Werewolf
Gregory Lycaon shivered as a slow chill crept across the room. He
could feel his muscles tensing; he clenched his fists and shut his eyes so
tightly they hurt--please, don't let me remember. Gregory slowly opened
his eyes and glanced out the window at the thankfully black, moonless sky.
He tentatively uncurled his fists and began to examine his hands. The long,
thin fingers, which now appeared to be quite elegant, had not or could not
have been responsible for the ghastly scenes that kept recurring in his
nightmares.
Oh, the nightmares! The vivid images of ....
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