James Lingner's 'Man': A Short Story

The wolf, looking closely at her movements, knew she was lying. He did not want any problems with her. So he turned away, put on an angry expression, and walked away.

“Ok umm, Oh yes I see. It all starts when I started having this dream that my brother wolf was planning to eat you guys. Oh and I couldn’t let that happen ,so I hopped the next train to Humpty Dumpty Ville. I feel horrible for this ,but I knew Humpty sold you the plot of land so I knocked him off his wall ,because he wouldn’t tell me where you guys were. Then I went for your houses and the reason I was so angry was because I was looking for my brother who was supposedly eating you. This was never meant for me to hurt you, I was just dreaming” as the words finished rolling of his tongue

She was no more than nine years old, a tiny, fragile creature. She wore what appeared to be rags sewn together, and they were no protection against the biting wind. She huddled up against a tree, seeking warmth that wasn’t there, and her teeth began to chatter. It was a foreign sound to the wolf.

Sometime went by, and night was quickly approaching. I wasn’t completely aware of the time though, because I was too busy just thinking about this wolf. It was such a brilliant creature, large and frightening, yet so majestic. But questions kept running through my mind. Why wasn’t he in a pack? Why didn’t he kill me? And will he be

    On a rather quiet day on the farm, the sky was painted a brilliant blue, almost hypnotizing to anyone who glanced upon it. Due to the lack of the qualities the shepherd boy had the luxury of at home, the shepherd boy’s mind began to wander while watching over the sheep. The shepherd boy came to be bored out of his mind. At this moment, the young boy had remembered what his grandparents had reminded him of before they left for their journeys; “Now, if you lay your eyes upon that dastardly wolf, even if

"The wolves, as i'm sure you noticed, are not normal wolves they are spirit wolves their claws did only scratch you but the blood and the pain you felt was real it was your soul being ripped away. In this would you have a outer shell to your soul that is the form we take just like our bodies in the human world but in this world the shell is thin and fragile it cannot take much damage. That is why we must stick together and protect each other. When I brought you to the castle we were able to bandage put the scares and keep your soul from spilling out any further that is why you feel so weak now it is also why my eye is so swollen now it will take some time to

The wolf waited for Mr. Whittle to tell Little Red Riding Hood that her grandmother was sick and lonesome; until he snuck up to the window to watch Little Red and her mother putting cookies, some butter rolls and some fresh elderberry jam into a basket. He watched until Little Red left to follow her into the woods. The wolf heard Little Red’s mother tell her not to talk to strangers and to stay to the path, so he thought it

“What’s up with you two?” I said and looked at the wolf too. The ornament started glowing, and every strand of fur on the wolf actually became soft. The muscular neck was warm, and it seemed like the wolf was alive. I mean, seriously alive.

But instead of the mother being strict the wolfs mother was sick. The mother sent out a request to all of her wolfs and had said that whoever can find me a cure to this sickness I have developed may receive a reward for their hard work. All the wolf's then scattered out into the forest and has been searching for anyone who could help.

Ulrich watched in agony as the wolves approached, their eyes raging with hunger, their faces framed with a snarl. They approached Ulrich and Goerg at a blinding pace, trampling branches underfoot. Both of the friends waited silently as they sensed their death approaching, the sound of the paws thundering against the ground rising in a crescendo. Then, all of a sudden the wolves were on top of them. Then one wolf jumped onto jumped on to Ulrich covering his face with it’s cold padded paw moist from the snow and he could feel the tips of sharp claws. Unexpectedly, he heard a sound in the distance, and caught a glimpse of the wolves in pain. Then there was darkness.

So the king invited him for dinner so he had to get ready so he went to dinner the king ask him ,“What do you do.” And the wolf said he

“I can see what you intend to do. You want to kill the wolf. This cannot be, for it is the natural order of life. He is the predator we are the prey. Some of us will live while others die it is the will of nature.”

Behind her, a scrawny, undersized wolf lay, still asleep. Even in his sleep, he looked worried and morose...dejected, or maybe even rejected. She could tell how matted his pelt was even through the gloom, and she could see the ribs portrayed from underneath his thin, patchy pelt. She used to sleep next to her, when she was very young. She used to pretend that everything was okay. But now that she knew it wasn't, she didn't make any effort. He wouldn't notice anyways. He won't care.

The man yanked his pouch, and unloaded two blades onto his right palm. He bent his knees and spun—throwing a blade to the unharmed wolves. The blades lengthened as it arced to the wolves’ flesh. The man clenched both of his hands as the blade piercing rushed to his ears. Immediately, the blades widened and sliced the wolves’ body apart. The man fell onto his knees, raised his fist, and cried a triumphant roar.

If we were to picture an animal in creation that would bring to mind the idea’s of innocence, helplessness, endearment and affection, one might choose a lamb. God has chosen the lamb to represent mankind as well as reveal the sacrifice of His Son. William Blake, in his poem titled “The Lamb,” uses the symbol of the lamb to show how the Creator is revealed as the Lamb to a lamb and how mankind is like a lamb that He might see his need for the “Good Shepherd.” (John 10:11) The narrator begins by compassionately asking the lamb to reflect upon his own life and existence as though the lamb himself were a conscious animal who could contemplate his own existence.