I woke up to the dull beeping of an old alarm clock. Scrambling out of the rickety old bed, I turned it off like I did yesterday morning, and the one before that, and every other day ever.
I did the usual; chores and cooking and cleaning, finishing a few minutes early. Just enough time to sneak to the old bay window -That's where soon-to-be-parents would meat their entitled brats known as children. Even though entitled demon spawn was the correct term I liked to use.- Climbing onto the seat, I looked out of the window, the red glow of the moon shining onto my face. It lit up the room as I moved the curtain, creating shadows that danced around the walls. "Shadows tell stories" a phrase that was etched into my mind and soul, though I don't know where from.
Something wasn't right. As the shadows danced in the red light, I looked around the room then out the window. The moons red light illuminated my face in an ominous manner.
That's it.
It's the moon.
The moon is red.
RED.
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Running with Wolves
General FictionA story about a young girl on a mission to save everything she knows, Run with the Wolves is an original fiction book with many twists and wonderous tails
