The following were the top entries from May 2018's contest: Seize the Moment. Congratulations to all our winners!
The full list of entries can be found here.
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Winning Entry #1
Moyra never expected this. Well, nobody would if they were in her position. It was a moment that brought her great happiness and great sadness. She wanted to scream in excitement and happiness and cry in sorrow and pain and anger.
All the things she was feeling at the moment.
She looked into his striking green eyes, feeling herself get lost in them as her eyes filled with unshed tears. All the things she was thinking of in her head was enough to make her crumple to the ground in ashes of who she used to be.
Is this how having a mate felt like? Like the overwhelming feeling to just jump off the edge of the bridge you're standing on and plunge head first into the deep blue sea with no regrets? Because that's how she felt like then. She wanted to fall for him completely and utterly without giving a single thought to the thousands of other wolves in armour that surrounded them ready for a fight.
But she couldn't just do that. They were standing on a battlefield, a line drawn between the two opposing groups. And, unfortunately for Moyra, they were both on different sides.The two Alphas refused to wait any longer, charging at one another with outrageous battle cries leaving their lips while their packs followed obediently behind them.
Moyra knew that there was no way to avoid the inevitable, but maybe they could meet their destiny sooner.
It was like an unspoken agreement they made as their eyes locked. They both charged at each other, swords drawn and just like that, the silver pierced both their stomachs unforgivably. They smiled to each other, knowing that they had completed their task.
And the next day, they were buried side by side. Together.
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Winning Entry #2
Bataar had been the runt of the litter. Small at birth, premature by a month, but ready to come out. His mother would describe him as an impulsive character due to his quick and demanding exit. With the way he'd gobble up his food, or how quickly he'd jump on a task, or even how he'd grown a whole foot one summer at seventeen. As a toddler and a gangly adolescent, he was awkward and clumsy. He'd break vases and trample flower pots, but he'd always be quick to apologize.
Because he was so impulsive, so hyperactive, everyone in his pack thought he might shift in a sort of wild burst. A poof of fur and sharp teeth. But Bataar was as unexpected as he was impulsive.
He was twenty-six when he first shifted. A hot summer evening at central park on a first date with a girl he didn't even like. In fact, it was his dislike of her that cause the first signs of his shifting.
Bones sliding in his hand as he tried to escape her sweaty laced fingers. Sinew twisting, slipping out of place. Shoulders hunching and crunching. His flesh slick with sweat, so much so that his fingers easily and happily slid from hers.
"Oh my god!" she'd shouted. "I'm never using Tinder again!"
When she ran away, relief hit him like a wave of pleasure. He'd been resisting the change because it was far too intimate an act to have a stranger witness. Without her around, Bataar could rush into the dark shadows of the bushes and let the fur of his coat stretch free. Delight rippled through him and trembled along his back, all the way to the new fluff of his tail.
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Winning Entry #3
Maliki's heart thundered boisterously within the hollowed bones of her chest, the heat that flushed through her veins claimed by the unknown emotions that pulsed across her frantic nerves. She couldn't breathe, the air that resided in her lungs unable to escape their home within her body. Parting her plump lips the she-wolf peered upon the man who stood before her, his masculine scent faltering against the summer wind, to clash against her flared nostrils in a poised intoxication. The mysterious aura that surrounded him claiming her curiosity, even more so as he encroached upon her position beneath the shade of a dozen oaks.
The decaying foliage beneath her bare feet laid dampened with the morning dew, the tranquil tune of distant rain pressed against her eardrums. His haunting emerald eyes burnt her whole, sending a simmering embrace of sin across her caramel skin. He was the embodiment of death, of lethal words, a man of unforgettable power. Standing before him was a curse all it's own, his serrated features daunting beyond comparison.
"Maliki?" The man's slender lips parted with a heavenly breath, the single word that faltered into the atmosphere causing the woman to blink in bewilderment.
Opening her mouth to speak she found herself struggling, the words that rested on the tip of her tongue unwilling to escape the prison of her mouth.
"That is your name, correct?" He asked a question once more, his solitary voice sending a thousand shivers tap dancing down the woman's spine.
Lost in the emerald of his eyes, she absently nodded in a brisk notion. She could feel herself look almost comical with the sight, her raven black hair tickling her cheeks with the frantic movement of her cranium.
"You are far more beautiful than the rumors of man."
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Special Mention #1
The basement was dark, cold, a room seemingly out of a horror movie I was often forbidden to visit. It was day three of the 'maturing' process, as they called it, and my lungs stung from the constant screaming. The chains were heavy around my wrists, and I could almost sense my mother mourning upstairs at the sound of my horrifying cries.
It wasn't a delightful process, the feeling of your bones snapping, stretching, growing, shrinking, and rearranging themselves was painful enough to put me in and out of consciousness multiple times throughout the last seventy-two hours. And it was at this final moment where the pain was becoming even more unbearable, I could feel the chemicals flooding my veins, the natural pain killers barely easing the pain.
Finally, I could feel an unexpected presence pushing forward as another wave of pain flooded my nerves, numbing them to the core. My world spun, sweat covered my body in a cloak of liquid and I panted as the presence pushed itself into my frontal lobe.
With one last cry, my jaw extended into a muzzle, my ears shifted higher and extended into that of my wolf. My body hair thickened and grew, my teeth extended into fangs and my screams changed into snarls. My fingers suddenly clenched into fists, sewn together by growing skin as my palms softened into pads and my thumbs moved upwards till below my wrists.
I laid there, motionless, my ears twitching and saliva dripping onto the floor below me. I forced myself onto all floors as light flooded the basement and my mother's voice hummed against my eardrums.
"Louis?" I whimpered in reply as I forced myself up the stairs only to collapse at her feet, "you're even more beautiful then I expected."
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Special Mention #2
I gripped a bottle of Tylenol and tried my best not to heave. My other hand dug into my skin in a failed attempt to take my mind off the open door that lead out to the backyard. I could faintly smell my father's air freshener in his car that he left for me in case I needed to quickly drive to the hospital. I've been dreading going outside though, so I wouldn't make it out there. I ached everywhere, but it wasn't so much of a body ache than a heart ache. A longing to be somewhere I wasn't.
Taking in a deep breath, I smelt a musky, wild scent I knew all too well, and glanced at the door. It was time. The bottle dropped and I began to shakily limp across the polished floor to the outside world. The place that I now felt with absolute certainty was calling to me. I shut my eyes tightly. The pain was unimaginable, not like anything I had ever witnessed before. But it felt so right, the way my bones were taking another shape, and the loss of my human troubles.
My eyes opened and I pelted at full speed into the dark trees that provided a shelter to all. I passed mother deer nudging their newborns along. The rabbits bounded along with me, so I pretended to pounce on them. Coming into a clearing, I finally stopped a pool of pure moonlight. Everything was sharper and more real than ever before. It was all addicting. The speed, the freedom, all pure bliss. Looking into the rippling water, I saw a distorted figure of a grey wolf staring back at me. I felt content with every fibre of my being.
I was me. And I was home.
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