Werewolf stuffs
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alexmegamiSo apparently there's now a 100 THEMES challenge, as well. Well, I said to myself, I always did want to do fanart for the werewolves but figured no, no, that would take too much away from the vampires...
So, here we go. 100 Themes in 10,000 Words (or so), on the topic of ze Werewolves!
001. Introduction
The school year always begins like this, gossips about, spreading rumors like flies spread disease;
"Did you hear who quit the football team?"
"I heard the new guy's an ex-con."
"Panda-eyes!"
"I heard he stole cars in Australia!"
"You lookin' at me funny, four-eyes?"
"Didn't that guy's parents die in a car crash?"
But it doesn't usually begin with a suicide.
016. Questioning
"Why did Dad leave?" Mackenzie asks, in the car coming back from the hospital.
Her mother's lips are tight, knuckles white on the wheel. "He said he couldn't handle being around us any more."
"He really did break my arm, then." She fingers the cast around her wrist, but she can feel the sinews popping back into place, the bone reforming.
Her mother doesn't say anything until they pull back into the driveway. As she fumbles for her house keys, she finally says, "It was an accident. He was - wild. Raving about something in the TV."
"Yeah?"
"It's why we never keep one in the house." Her mother looks small, and tired. "Go to bed. You have school in the morning."
017. Blood
Todd had been confused, back then, when he woke - miles from home, tainted with the scent of his weak father, his body aching in all the wrong places. Now, looking down at his mother, he feels only a crystal-clear sense of emptiness. Along with a certain amount of mythological imperative, one might say; it seems almost Oedipal, though he never read Freud, or Sophocles, for that matter.
But it's not really his mother, there on the floor, blood flowing around her razor-wire protrusions, from her stigmata-like gashes. Later the Oracles will ask if that will someday be Luna's face - twisted into a grotesque mockery of what she was.
Perhaps we will kill her, too, and truly be free.
So, here we go. 100 Themes in 10,000 Words (or so), on the topic of ze Werewolves!
001. Introduction
The school year always begins like this, gossips about, spreading rumors like flies spread disease;
"Did you hear who quit the football team?"
"I heard the new guy's an ex-con."
"Panda-eyes!"
"I heard he stole cars in Australia!"
"You lookin' at me funny, four-eyes?"
"Didn't that guy's parents die in a car crash?"
But it doesn't usually begin with a suicide.
016. Questioning
"Why did Dad leave?" Mackenzie asks, in the car coming back from the hospital.
Her mother's lips are tight, knuckles white on the wheel. "He said he couldn't handle being around us any more."
"He really did break my arm, then." She fingers the cast around her wrist, but she can feel the sinews popping back into place, the bone reforming.
Her mother doesn't say anything until they pull back into the driveway. As she fumbles for her house keys, she finally says, "It was an accident. He was - wild. Raving about something in the TV."
"Yeah?"
"It's why we never keep one in the house." Her mother looks small, and tired. "Go to bed. You have school in the morning."
017. Blood
Todd had been confused, back then, when he woke - miles from home, tainted with the scent of his weak father, his body aching in all the wrong places. Now, looking down at his mother, he feels only a crystal-clear sense of emptiness. Along with a certain amount of mythological imperative, one might say; it seems almost Oedipal, though he never read Freud, or Sophocles, for that matter.
But it's not really his mother, there on the floor, blood flowing around her razor-wire protrusions, from her stigmata-like gashes. Later the Oracles will ask if that will someday be Luna's face - twisted into a grotesque mockery of what she was.
Perhaps we will kill her, too, and truly be free.
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Date: 2006-12-06 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 10:21 pm (UTC)Of course, I might need to wait on a little more subject matter... but.