Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

I sat on my bed, feeling a strong need to tear apart something. 
I didn’t know, but I fell asleep
And I had a dream.. 



I felt snow on my hand and feet, yet they weren’t hands or feet, there were paws. I seemed to be a wolf.
I was running, running from something, or someone. As the wolf I seemed to be, I turned my head. There was a huge, black wolf. I turned my head back and ran faster, as fast as I could. I felt ever inch of my body spread the feeling of the pain of how fast I ran, I came to a fallen tree, without thinking, I leaped, just pawing my way over it. That black wolf couldn’t jump as high as me, but I crashed into water.
I woke up, finally. The dream was over, but what did it mean?



I made it through a long day of school, then when I got home I worked on the week of homework I missed, by the time I finished It was 8:30 and I had to go to bed. I quickly fell asleep.


The dream came again..

I was tearing apart the flesh of a young elk, eating. I could taste the meat as the wolf me ate. I heard a snarl, looking back. It was the black wolf. I ran again, faster then ever. I hit a fallen tree again, this time to big to jump. I turned to face the wolf and snarled. The wolves tail was up, it’s razor sharp fangs showing. I leaped at it, biting into it’s soft underbelly, I moved my head in a fast movement, but my fangs held on to the wolves flesh. I opened my jaws when my head was back up, a small bit of fur and skin flung into the air. The other wolf yelped. For the first time, I felt free. 








(I’ll continue soon)