White Beast

It's about a wolf who thinks he isn't anything more then a beast, monster, or ugly mammal in this world. It's suppose to be a descriptive story, with different chapters of his life.

White puffballs, lighter than air fell from the sky. They landed on my perfectly shaded, charcoal black nose. I could feel the cold water run down my nose as they slowly melted. The wind blew a chilling air, it ran through my roughly groomed white fur. My ears flattened to the sound of the howling wind. I could hear it calling my name, but it wasn't as I have no name. I walked forward, each step I took the white powder beanthe me made a bone crunching sound, my paws left a dragged paw print each time. I closed my blue eyes, I was already blinded by the millions of billions of flakes falling from the sky. Sounds engulfed my ears. I was unable to handle them all at once. Fresh air flooded into my nose. It was to much to stand. My heart ached. It was almost as if the environment didn't want a monster like me around either. I ran for cover trying to escape the thoughts that shot me like an arrow to the heart. Even, all the other types of animals hide from me. All of them have a nice warm home, with a family that loves them.

Author's Note

Please give me more descriptive words I can use.

Reviews

[Valentine]

All want to be loved or at least liked by someone or something. It is natural. Valentine

[Einstein Noodle]

pointed metaphor ...very universal appeal with many many interpretations ... unique perspective of the wolf ..who normally is a pack animal and high on the predator list ... perhaps his white fur has caused him to be outcast ..perhaps he is getting too old ... i enjoyed this short story ..
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