Wolf Songs 08
Title: Wolf Songs
Prompt: 08 Snow
Year: 2010
Type: Original
Characters: Xander
Word Count: 300
Rating: T
Notes: Hi there... I’m new to this community, and I haven’t been on LJ in a couple of years, so I apologize in advance if I mess something up. Please have mercy on me. :]
Summary: Have you ever wondered how a wolf thinks? Well, we don’t know about that, but here’s how I think...
The wall is glass. It may keep the cool air from the vents inside the building, but the sun can still penetrate its useless shield. It’s hot. I don’t like hot.
I never like to be in the cafeteria. It’s like a middle school in there; everyone yelling and throwing food, like preteens all around--but some of the people here have gray hair. Then again, maybe that’s only because of how stressful the Quattrocchi Site can be.
Despite the food being terrible, I am always hungry and never miss a meal. I bear the cafeteria for the ten minutes it takes me to gulp that slop down and get out, but it’s different today. I stay longer than usual, and find myself here even five minutes after my tray has been cleared.
Outside the glass wall is a courtyard. Some people file out at a set time to get to the buses that will take them to the north and south sectors. No one goes outside otherwise. It’s January, and much too hot to be outside.
The Quattrocchi Site is in Australia.
If I hadn’t been bitten, they would never have brought me here. I would be home right now, in New Jersey, buried up to my knees in snow.
God, I miss it. I miss it more than I miss my father that left me and my mother that disowned me. Is that wrong? In this place, I’ve forgotten the difference between right and wrong. In this place, right is adhering religiously to your schedule 24/7, and wrong is ever refusing to take your happy meds.
I’m not even crazy. I’m not like the other people here. I don’t have a voice in my head.
I just have a wolf under my skin. And a wolf needs snow.
Prompt: 08 Snow
Year: 2010
Type: Original
Characters: Xander
Word Count: 300
Rating: T
Notes: Hi there... I’m new to this community, and I haven’t been on LJ in a couple of years, so I apologize in advance if I mess something up. Please have mercy on me. :]
Summary: Have you ever wondered how a wolf thinks? Well, we don’t know about that, but here’s how I think...
The wall is glass. It may keep the cool air from the vents inside the building, but the sun can still penetrate its useless shield. It’s hot. I don’t like hot.
I never like to be in the cafeteria. It’s like a middle school in there; everyone yelling and throwing food, like preteens all around--but some of the people here have gray hair. Then again, maybe that’s only because of how stressful the Quattrocchi Site can be.
Despite the food being terrible, I am always hungry and never miss a meal. I bear the cafeteria for the ten minutes it takes me to gulp that slop down and get out, but it’s different today. I stay longer than usual, and find myself here even five minutes after my tray has been cleared.
Outside the glass wall is a courtyard. Some people file out at a set time to get to the buses that will take them to the north and south sectors. No one goes outside otherwise. It’s January, and much too hot to be outside.
The Quattrocchi Site is in Australia.
If I hadn’t been bitten, they would never have brought me here. I would be home right now, in New Jersey, buried up to my knees in snow.
God, I miss it. I miss it more than I miss my father that left me and my mother that disowned me. Is that wrong? In this place, I’ve forgotten the difference between right and wrong. In this place, right is adhering religiously to your schedule 24/7, and wrong is ever refusing to take your happy meds.
I’m not even crazy. I’m not like the other people here. I don’t have a voice in my head.
I just have a wolf under my skin. And a wolf needs snow.