Tad looked up the moon burning like white phosphorus above him. It was growing, fattening, and three days from now it would be full. He lay down and listened to the soft hum of electricity running above him. Already he could feel that wildness that grew inside of him every month, the atavistic ferocity that led him to desert his comfortable town life and move his dwelling to this rude camp under the tower. His neighbors had laughed at him anyway and called him crazy.
He didn’t care though. Three more days and he could hunt werewolves.
January 20th, 2013 at 11:00 am
Werewolf hunter, now that I didn’t expect! Nice!
January 20th, 2013 at 9:30 pm
loved it! ever since i have watched silver bullet full moon has become synonymous with werewolves in my mind… 🙂
January 20th, 2013 at 10:55 pm
there is something magical about a full moon, I think.
January 21st, 2013 at 4:14 am
Haha, David; the ending quite surprised me…!
I love the reference to the ‘fattening’ of the moon… I don’t think I’ve ever heard it described as such…!
June 4th, 2013 at 11:16 pm
liked the description of the moon. a nice tale