Werewolf (Fictional Horror)
In the weight and the heat of the moonlight in an iridecent scripture of energy that only a lunatic could digest as vibrant and useful supplement. A coward turned into a man underneath it's very energetic sacrifice. The discipline in years has ruptured, fractured, divided, and facilitated none other than a beast. A beast so malicious that it's very biological makeup adhered and accumulated such volatile and grotuesque mutations. Communtities slayed him out of pity for centuries, and then they resurected him out of desire for such a crooked and malable desire for death. Every night on the full moon, this cowardice man named Matthew Wattles once a month, just once a month turned into a ferocious and delightfully carnal barabaric force. A force so primal and mammal that only the truly sophisticated and gentle could fear it's very innate and vulnerable surrender to the orginal gentics of weakness, brutality, crisis, circus, chaos, and origin. A species that plowed into the car...