Werewolves and Periods
A groan crawled its way out of my throat, tearing as it went. I pulled
my legs to my chest and shuttered as something twisted inside me. My
fingers curled and clawed at the sheet as I rocked myself, hoping for a
reprieve.When it finally came I breathed a long sigh and my body hummed. In that single moment, being pain free felt like being on drugs.
Then the pain returned, tenfold, and I clenched my teeth as I tilted my head to stare out the window at the night sky.
A full blood moon stared back at me.
I thought it was an interesting premise for a story. One I'd definitely like to turn into something longer. But then, I always want to do that. I dunno, I'd consider the next time you see a female friend though. I mean, what if she isn't on her period? What if she's just doing all she can to hold back the transformation?
Heh. Yep, my first drabble is about periods. Run while you can.
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