Howl

He falls to the ground. His nose smashes into the rough, warped floorboards of his family's shed. It hurts, but it's comparable to stubbing a toe in the face of the rest of his agony. His muscles spasm, tightening around his elongating bones like devil's snare around a person's throat. His joints pop and shift. He digs his nails into the flesh of his hip as it dislocates. It does nothing to ease his pain, probably adds to it, but he's too overwhelmed to even think.

Unable to suffer in silence any longer, Farley Goyle howls.

I'm trying something new to me. This will be a sixteen chapter story of 100-word drabbles about my OC Farley Goyle's life post-werewolf bite (to learn more about him, check out Growing Up Goyle and the first chapter of Trouble Through the Ages).

Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!