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You know what I hating on Triond now, they won't publish my article which is a short story.... I want to show you what I wrote and I want comments from you guys about my short story. Night Walker I could feel it flowing through my veins: freedom. The placid ironclad bars were finally gone, unable to contain me any longer. I ran and ran, putting as much land in between my sleek body and that horrid place. After being caged like a filthy animal for days, it felt amazing to stretch again. My paws glided across the bare ground; earthy soil beneath me. It felt right, normal; not like the confines of the icy metal impound. To human vision I was merely an auburn blur, disturbing their waking dreams and haunting them in their nightmares. Unshapely as it may seem, I was not dangerous, at least not them; to the monstrosities that placed me in confinement perhaps, but not to the innocents. As I slowed, my shape became apparent; large dark paws, a mighty muzzle with streaks of gray from the age seeping through me now, and a beautiful ginger pelt, still wet from the swim across the river leading into the town I was now approaching. I stood in a dark alleyway, the only source of light from a window above, away from prying eyes, ready to take a new form. My body transfigured and I became something new. My senses now dimmed and my mind alert. Surveying my surroundings, I noticed a family had left their laundry out to dry; surely they would not miss a single outfit. I stood to two legs and dressed, ready to venture in this foreign form. It felt wrong, out of place. I was now trapped in this strange skin. My senses were muffled, but I could still place the scent of some form of meat cooking; letting my hunger take over, I started towards the smell. As I got nearer, the smell became more distinct, it was deer. Sitting around a fire was a group of men, laughing and smiling while stuffing their faces. I shifted form again, unable to keep this figure when danger was a possibility. I walked forward, my pelt quivering, and began a gentle huff, to alert them of my presence. The group immediately got quiet and stood, wide-eyed, staring at me. A boy of maybe seventeen stood, obviously the youngest in the group. He began to walk towards me, with his hand out, offering a piece of meat. The older man beside him, very gruff and unwieldy, stood and grabbed the boy by the arm. "Don't go near it, it's not a dog. Look at its neck." I winced at the mention of my nape; there was a small tattoo like mark burned into my pelt. It was the mark of the Captors. This meant I was a danger, that I was different. They did not know me; they did not know what I was capable of. Ignoring the older man's command, the boy walked forward and smiled at me. "I do not know what you are or what you are not, but you are hungry. Eat." Astonished at the kindness of man, I stood back. He persisted and walked forward, showing me he meant no harm. I gave in and took the meat, grateful for the nourishment. He turned to the older man and said, "See, she's not so bad. Why judge?" When he turned around, I was gone. I was running back through the woods again, running in my true form. I am not a human, but wolf, forever destined to walk the night as a mere shadow of man. That's what I submit on triond, please leave a comment about my short story.