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Essay Archive - WereWolf - Creative Essay
WereWolf - Creative Essay
The boy drew haggared breaths while hopelessly stumbling through the
dark and forbidding forest. With a panic stricken face that spoke of
desperation, the exhausted boy glanced behind him, to check for any sign of
pursuit. He had been running and fleeing that thing for what seemed like
hours. Overhead, the moon was bright and full, casting a pale yellowy
light over the forest. It could have been nice to gaze at, but the boy had
no such time. Heavy crashing footsteps sounded all too near. Then again
that dreadfull unatural howl. The piercing cry echoed through the sile....
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