Staring at the blank paper on her drawing desk, her mind wandering to what she'd done to cause herself such loneliness.
Drawing pencils, paints, the best form of solace in the world for the girl who has everything and nothing at the same time.
Finally putting her pencil to the paper, outlining what would end up being a beautiful fierce wolf. As the last lines were drawn, the aroma of wet animal hair filled the room.
Feeling sharp teeth pierce her arm, the room faded as she felt herself being pulled out of reality into the depth of flat paper.
Jim M over 4 years ago
This is my favourite of all your drabbles- it's awesome