CG-Vulpes

My happiness was short lived. As I ran into the near by forest I began to get colder and colder. It was in the middle of winter and the pines still had the white powder smothering their branches. I could see my warm breath trail behind me before being caught in the light wind. The first time I got a taste of freedom, I was dissatisfied. The world was beautiful yes, but I was harsh too. But I guessed it was a lot better than staying locked in that dark basement for another year or two. I stopped to catch my breath and looked at the ground, resting my hands upon my knees. I looked at the patches of dirt and shrubs that were shadowed by the tow

The earliest memories I can even begin to remember, are dark ones. Dark, cold and painful. I remember feeling the pain all over my body, the bruises that felt as if they were pulsating like heartbeats. The cold air and dust I had inhaled every day from the beams of wood that were above me. I was a prisoner. But not any old prisoner, no. I was cast aside by my family and locked away where no one nor thing could find me. The footsteps I cower from were that of my fathers, he believed I was a demon. He blamed everything misfortune on me. The death of my mother giving birth to me, the mountainous debt and the countless jobs he lost. And Why he d

As I look upon the black waters the unique smell of sulphur rushed its way into my lungs. I coughed into my hand. the cough was so painful I closed my eyes and whimpered. I opened my eyes and looked at my hand. This was not my hand. It was large, much bigger than my face and was engulfed be short bristly hair. palm of my hand was fat and long, it stretch up my arm. My arms? My arms was longer than my body, how did I not notice this? I dragged them all this way and I still didn't realize until I saw. I looked down at my hands touching the floor to notice rather odd pair of beastly feat in between them. These were my feet. the texture of the