Black Wolf Descriptive Writing

Then I went along on a mission to search for the LuvEssentials formulas, to find out what they have to offer us as a pheromone wearer.

It has been six very long days, I cannot wait any longer for the chapter to be uploaded, I am both excited and exhausted. The days usually pass me by finding new short stories to read, which for the most part lasts a day or more. Then I am back to finding new stories and I always find some good ones, because of the several genres that are on the website. The website is called Wattpad. It is where my favorite writer can make his talent shine. The website is where the youngsters and college students get their best drafts up on the website for the readers to enjoy and as the time passes the writers grow into their best version of themselves in the writing department. The writers are mostly college students and High Schoolers that have a love for writing. The books have many genres but my interest will always be in the romance books. The romance genre is popular since it's mostly teenagers that are acquainted with Wattpad. Even though the romance books can get a little repetitive I love how the plots are always twisted to the author's liking. The books are rarely complete mostly, because of the authors' lifestyle, whether they have too much to do in school or their interest goes to another story they have been writing. The incompleteness irks me since that means I would not know what is going to happen. I try to stay away from the unfinished tales, nevertheless, I end up with one in my reading list anyway. The story I am currently interested in is incomplete, that is only

“I’m sorry Wolfgang I can not, my friend has asked me to has asked me to meet him at the fence. I believe he could help us get out of here, but I will not try to give away my ideas of freedom.”

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

    “I couldn’t just let you wander off from the group. I am the leader so it is my responsibility to make sure that you are safe from beginning to end.” responds Meriwether

“3rd and 10 on the Dragons 40 yard line, 20 seconds to go. 10 to 7 Dragons are leading, timeout Cougars as they talk things over.” Hi I’m Ryan Hobbes, I bet you’re wondering what is happening. Well I play for the Cougars varsity high school football team in New York. I’m in 11th grade and I want to go all the way. Anyway off of me, I’m in a game right now versus our rival team the Dragons. I’m the top wide receiver on our team, but I have not gotten a lot of action this game. It’s a close game and I am listening to my coach in the timeout as he is very confident in us.

This is the self-proclaimed "King Cobra" of our school. He is very outspoken and opinionated. Even though I had piles of work day in and day out, It was extremely helpful to me in my future. He did not discriminate against me just because I was a freshman. He literally ate me up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Although the work was hectic, Tisdale is an excellent and very professional

Awe. Light is not beautiful without darkness. My Dad and I stepped outside the cabin into the wee hours of a crisp autumn morning. We were to prepare for a fishing derby that would begin at sunrise and walked down a dark gravel road toward the docks. Already tired to begin with, the freezing mountain air made me even more tired which made be even more cold. The wind blew the terrible odor of a dumpster our way which made the walk even more unbearable. Then, something caught my eye. Through the almost bear trees above me, I saw a canopy filled with stars glimmering through. I found myself face to face with the universe in a cosmic desert, each star a grain of sand.

I step out side, get down on all fours, and I easily shift into my creamed collared wolf. My usual rout if just around the neighborhood, but today I feel like running to the other end of the territory and see what's going on ever there, I take off running. As far as wolves go mine's pretty big, we for a female at

In a shaking voice, “No, no, John, don’t leave me, you can’t do this to

Passing the Fernwood sign, as I approach her gravesite early morning before work on 7/10/15 at 6:30 AM. I drive up an uneven gravel driveway dodging the grooves, looking at the back mirror noticing the dust my back tires are kicking up. The feeling of crunch vibrating off my tires, as the feeling you get when you are getting a massage on the nail salon massage chair. Just the calm vibration running from your toes to the fingers on the steering wheel. The grooves freshly filled with water from the rain the night before. Driving past the rusted looking water pumps used to feed the plants. Looking through window, noticing all different flowers laying on individual gravestone. Some vary from fake flowers but most are real freshly bloomed flowers,

She comes to me smelling of Korea, of saffron robes and rice marshes. The scent of home, weak as it is, pushes the stink away. I feel almost safe.

It was a cold fall day when we decided to take a trip down to the Cataract. The traffic was light on the way there, my mom falling asleep in the back while I talked to Jeremy while he was driving. Every time I looked out of the window I saw beautiful shades of red or yellow. The second to last road that we turned onto was a gravel road with a bunch of twists and hills. Jeremy loved these type of roads, especially when he had the blazer to play with. We passed our usual spot that we take to get to the lower falls and turned onto the actual road that takes us into the park itself.

I saw a wander puppy in a street, and it came forward onto me. It looked a tiny gray all on the shiny coat and black on the mask of his muzzle.