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TrueConfessionsofaWerewolf Ch3There were many struggles as I learned about being a wolf, but to tell it all would take too much time. I feel it is more important to cover other major events in my lifetime, rather than cataloging time in learning about being a werewolf. I feel I have giving you a sufficient idea of my condition. I will freely admit that in the course of my writings, I may have become a bit nostalgic about it, but what is done is done.
Having grown up as I had I had grown accustomed to a lack of acceptance. It was something well ingrained into me by my father. I had come to expect it. Some my wonder about my fathers up bringing of me but he only wanted to be sure to prepare me for the future. He knew of the difficulties I would face. I think this was also the reason he made sure I was well educated.
When my Hogwarts acceptance letter came, I wasnt excited like most eleven year olds. I took m
TrueConfessionsofaWerewolf ch2From that day on life was different. Instead of going to work my father stayed home and set to work constructing a shed, my mum would get weepy eyed every time she looked at the shed. She always seemed sure to get me what I wanted and be sure that I was comfortable. By weeks end I was capable of walking but I dared not to venture outside on my own.
Every time I neared the door I would get images of the attack flashing in my head. Most nights then not, I would wake up screaming from a nightmare I had, the wolf haunted every one. I am certain that if my six-year-old self were faced with a boggart, it would have taken the form of that wolf.
Two weeks went by and my already restless nights were broken up even more. I had trouble sleeping not because of the nightmares though, just a general inability to sleep.
Hearing this would cause my mum to fret, bite her lip, and pull lightly at her shoulder length blonde hair. I couldnt understand why all this was about until it had been n
Welcome to ParenthoodWith a stretch, Harry woke up with a smile; he looked over at his beautiful wife, Ginny whom he had been married to for three years. Harry watched as the beautiful form of Ginny slumbered away, her chest slowly rising and falling. He watched as she instinctively in her sleep snuggled into his shoulder her amber locks spilling over her white pillow. Harry slowly bent his head down and brushed Ginnys forehead with his lips drinking in the sweet pampered smell that was so richly intoxicating, even now it caused his heart to race.
Morning, came Ginnys soft greeting in response to Harrys kiss, she didnt move an inch and her eyes remained closed as she seemed to drink in the moment as greatly as he did.
Happy Valentines Day, he whispered into her hair as he wrapped his arm around Ginny drawing her in closer to him.
Happy Valentines Day returned Ginny with a smile eyes still not opening. Sh
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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