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Moon Full of Greed Moon Full of Greed
He stared at the computer screen. A look of contempt and anger etched upon his face. It was past midnight, but he didn’t care. Night was his day; the moon, his sun. It can only be described as ironic, for the teen had more in common with the fictional characters he created. They starred in his stories, and lived during the night, not the day. They were wolves. When he could write, they would exist in amazing worlds… when he *could* write.
That night, he was incapable of producing even a sentence. The words refused to come. “God… damn you,” he moaned. His hands temporarily hid his shame. Between his fingers, the boy saw a framed drawing of Shane, a character that came to Josh in his dreams. Shane was a sexy, tough werewolf and for reasons unknown, he survived through countless stories. Josh normally killed his characters
Low, dark grey clouds hovered over a wide, short brick building. Wind shook the few trees that stood in the small green yards that lay on either side of the two doors that made up the main entrance. A long gazebo, with a tin roof, hung over the entrance, support from two brick columns held it up. On each side of the doors, four windows peered out from the building. Orange and brown leaves blew down the street, around the numerous cars parked on the curb-side of the road.
Rustling from the leaves echoed through the eerily quiet town. All life seemed to have disappeared from the streets and outside world. Nothing moved or made a sound. The silence was broken by the fall of footsteps on the concrete sidewalk. A teen, dressed in a red winter-coat, blue jeans, and a pair of gray and green Nikes, quickly ran towards the big building. This is whe
Hatching LoveThe sun glared down at me as Granice, a dark blue dragoness, dragged me by my paw down the street. "Seriously Granice... why do we have to go to the park today?" I whinned and she looked back at me with a smile prominent on her muzzle.
My heart melted instantly when she looked at me like that. Her eyes held that wonderful sparkle, her teeth gleamed, and the love that radiated from her was more than magical. "Its for a special occasion Drackon... trust me you are going to like it."
"Fine... what is this surprise though? You have me on edge... STEAKHOUSE NIGHT!?!" I exclaimed, my stomach grumbled his agreement with me.
Unfortunately Granice shook her head and replied, "Its even better... life changing moment ahead, so be happy."
I nodded to show I understood and put a forced grin on my face. Suddenly we stopped by an icecream shop and Granice looked at me. "Can we get something to eat... I am starving." She put a paw to her stomach and held it there.
Shrugging I pulled out my wallet from
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