I Am Also A Werewolf

Mozambique, along with other treasures that had belonged to his parents' former home. His father was a decent strong man who had cared little for all of what Africa had to

e biological form, far more in love with the night creatures that circled around, under the full moon, chanting praises in honor of

enly that werewolves were demonic entities from the pit of hell. Drake's father laughed. A laughter Drake would nev

your blessed life. I shit you not that you are not wiser than the man who counted the first, second and third creation days despite the absence of the sun and moon. Like, who t

us man did

tures with entities you cannot prove. If your book says that God created everything and loved all, then he should also love what you describe as a demonic entity. Can you see the

se. He had demanded that Sarah learn to watch and learn, and she had, but his demands of consistency had been fruitless. She was dedicated but lazy. She enjoyed neither watching nor observing, nor listening, nor learning. She was hopeless at focusing, came up with no logical evidence at all, hated museums, and the sound of rock music even more. All the things Drake's father loved, she hated. But she liked the chu

g voice as he invited his mother to a meeting in his cabinet.

other said, slowly,

and shut the door behind him. That was all Drake could hear

is ready,

ning, in black, as though he still had a meeting requiring black attire to attend to. He would try to smile when they come, pretend to be look at the painting of a nineteenth century werewolf in his apartment. And if Rosetta's father tried to s

s he managed to sip his tea, read the newspaper in front of him, eat three soft-boiled eggs, two slices of bread, drink two more cup of English tea, and

fter she had noticed the persistent s

. I was in the church, looking at our future, writing our future down and dreaming of

ine," Ro

tarted