A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Nostra Luna

                                               NOSTRA LUNA

                                             'A Werewolf Prose'

    I studied the tiny, faint, fare hairs on my arm instead of listening to Mr. Martin drown on and on about physics.

                I was lucky for I had light coloured hair, whereas some people had dark hair cover their arms and legs. But with me, my hair, although they were faint, when you look closely you can see the amount my arm possesses. I have a lot of hair on my arms. But I reminded myself, you can’t have everything. I’d rather have hairy arms that were nearly invisible to the human eye than dark hair covering my faint ivory skin.

                Of course, I’m not entirely human, so I could see it. I was very aware of it, but I still tended to hide it.

                My name is Lua, which is Portuguese for moon. Fitting, don’t you think, considering I’m a werewolf.

                I live in cold, wet, rainy England and am surrounded by wet woods and cliffs.

                The perfect surroundings.

                I have light blonde hair and dark eyes, unusual dark eyes.

                I tend to just stay by myself, away from everyone else.

                One day, I could be the love of your life, or the nightmare that haunts your reality, even though I am meant to be a myth.

                But who knows.

                A shape shifters could be standing right behind you now.

                They’ll just look like a human.

Found this in one of my old folders. It was going to be the prologue t0 a Werewolf story, but that was years ago. I don't have an itnerest in writing Werewolf stories anymore, but I thought I'd put this out there. Just to explore different genres. No matter how short it is. I'm glad I did it. Don't know how much sense it makes.