2015 Pickford Community Library's Young Writers Workshop Anthology of Short Stories Micro- and Flash-Fiction and Poetry, Page 3

Wolf Stories

  Amy Lehigh, 11th grade

  The trees echo a howl

  The shadows flicker with life

  The prey comes alive

  Out from the forest come

  The wolves

  The wolves.

  Deer run for the hills

  Rabbits for their dens

  The wolves press on

  Never losing head

  Never losing head.

  As night begins to fall

  The hunters stay awake

  And end their hunt successfully

  With a great deer steak.

  Wolves stalk back to their dens

  Letting the moonlight carry them back

  With their bellies full

  And their dens found

  They lay down to rest.

  But before they sleep

  But before they sleep

  One new to their pack

  Tells a story

  Of the impossible.

  Of the impossible.

  She speaks of places

  Most wolves can only dream

  From endless white and cold

  To forests of stone that shines, underground.

  She speaks of a man

  Who can be wolf

  And of a wolf who can be man.

  To her, prey can become man, too,

  And be an equal hunter.

  In her stories, even things called dragons fly,

  Lizards whose breath is fire.

  With blue eyes shining,

  She promises what she tells them

  Is true.

  Is true.

  But only the pups believe her;

  For to the others, such magic

  Is no more.

  As her story ends,

  She raises a howl

  And though the others doubt her

  Their voices still echo in the sky.

  And when the morning comes

  And the youngest pup awakes

  He finds her bed abandoned

  And stops following her tracks

  As they turn into a human’s.

  As they turn into a human’s.