Night Terror – Monday Drabble – (a story in 100 words)

Posted by Helen on April 23, 2012 in Drabbles, Recent | 7 comments

Night Terror

All he could hear in the dark was the sound of his own breathing. How long had it been? Time seemed to have lost its meaning. They would be sorry. Fools, always frightened by what they don’t understand. He tugged on the metal that bound him; his wrists burned with the effort. We’ve lived amongst them for centuries, how did they find out?

From the small window high above him, he saw the full moon was rising. Did they really think these iron links would hold him? The first surge of pain swept through his body.

“It begins,” he whispered.

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Sonia Lal April 26, 2012 at 9:41 am

Thanks for the link, wouldn’t have understood the reference otherwise. Cool story.

Helen April 23, 2012 at 1:59 pm

lol AJ Awoooo indeed.

For those who may not know AJ is refering to this song Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon – here’s a link all about it in Wikipedia on line http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werewolves_of_London

Also here is a link to him singing the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDpYBT0XyvA&feature=related

AJ Hayes April 23, 2012 at 1:13 pm

I always wondered what happened to that fellow, Helen. Last time I saw him he was sitting at the bar, in a Soho pub, drinking a Pina Colada. And his hair was perfect! Thanks for letting me know how he turned out. The cops. Poor fools. Cold iron can’t hold a determined, pissed off were-beasty. (As I suspect, they will soon find out.) Awooo. Werewolves Of London. Awooooooooo. Cool.