I run through the newly fallen snow.

My heart beats heavy in my chest.

I hear a loud thump.  Freeze.  Don’t even breathe.

The cold air is sharp in my lungs.

The forest is still.

I take a risk.  Move.  Turn my head.

It was only the snow from the branches of a tree.

Run.  Faster.  Exhaustion soon.

Lights in the distance.  Village.

I’m not going to be caught.  Turn.

Begin to run.  Wait.

I left it there.

I run back.  Move snow.  Eventually, move dirt.

Dig…  Quickly.  I hear them.

Silently making their ways through.

I am the Wolf.


Today is the first snow.  I was compelled to write.



The Middle

I walked briskly through the night.  All my expectations had been dashed.  The stillness of the air around me highlighted the pounding of my heart.  I could feel the tears staining my cheeks.  My hair still pulled back, unabashedly showing my face.  If anything came too close to me, I would kill it. I was almost wishing some unfortunate being would cross my path, here in the moonlight of this darkened wood.  Cutting my thoughts short, I heard a sickening crunch beside me.  I whipped around, perhaps I’d get my wish.  A lean, grey, she-wolf stood there, watching me walk closer.  Judging by her size, I could take her down.    The wolf looked surprised in the few moments before I had her leg in my grip.  She turned angrily, knocking me on my back.  I screamed and she took a hit to the nose.  She bit me again.   Why did this miserable animal exist?  Minutes later, the wolf had her jaws around my face.  If I moved, she would kill me.  All my muscles tensed, I didn’t dare gasp for breath.  I felt her teeth biting down on me harder.  I was bleeding.  Instinct kicked in, and I used all of my strength to rip away from her.  Various spots on my face exploded with pain.  I got to my feet, all aspects of the earlier catastrophe forgotten.  The wolf, instead of lunging, turned and ran into the darkness.  I just looked down at the piling leaves upon the ground.  I fell to my knees with the memories that were flooding back.  The dinner.  All those people.  The complete sureness radiating from my parents and I.  The lights dimming.  The card-reading woman speaking.  We knew what it was supposed to be, of course.  We’d written it ourselves!  I remember laughing at the thought.  Thinking they were so stupid.  That we could re-write it and not even have them notice.  But when the card-reading woman opened the envelope determining who would continue the reign, my parents or a different successor, it wasn’t like they’d written.  We’d lost the throne.  Papa broke his glass when she read the name from the card.  All of a sudden, we were nothing.  The guards came in.  ”Escorts” they said, “Nothing to worry about,” they said.  I just ran.  I wonder what they’re saying now!  Now, when they can no longer blackmail the card-writers…  A dark thought came into my head.  One probably true.  The card-writers have undoubtedly let out how we’ve been in reign for so long.  Revenge is theirs.  I crumple into a ball.   I realize I’ve started to cry gentle tears.  I wipe them from my face and stand.  I can’t go back, I think.  Besides, I’m lost.  Lost in the woods.  Like in the old stories.  One in particular settles in my mind.  An heiress, lost far away in a thick forest.  She’s then trapped in a tower, where she falls to sleep and shall never awaken…  I don’t remember how the rest goes, but it doesn’t matter.  I am not an heiress anymore…..  I can’t go back, they’ll execute me.  I’m guilty by association…

The realization dawns.  I have to run.

And so I do.  I am very grateful for the fact I did not choose a dress to wear for the dinner as I tear through the trees away from the palace.  East.  Hours later, my muscles tired and sore, I can see the light beginning to come back.  Again, the snatches of overheard stories running through my head.  They say if you run East long enough, you’ll reach the Glowing Mountain of the Gods.  Do I believe the stories?  I can’t decide.  The Glowing Mountain is undeniably real.  You can see it in the sky as it passes over each day.  But to run long enough to catch it?


I know it’s a cliffhanger…

But hey, what do you think happens next?  Where does she go?  What happens?  …Could she ever reach the Glowing Mountain?

Tell me what you think?  Please?

~ Mousepaw:)


Hey! The post under this one? Read it. Now, after you’ve read that, you’re up to speed. As you know, I am currently obsessing over the Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Steifvater.  I drew this piece of Fanart myself. By the way… Please credit me if you use anything on this site. Thanks! Here it is:



Sorry about the quality… It’s hard to photograph pencil.

:D                                                              Bye!


I Found a Title!!

Remember …Fanfic… ?  Well, if you don’t, here it is again:


I wrote a song for the Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Stiefvater(Shiver, Linger, Forever). I think it’s something Sam would sing.


How are these pale lines/ Becoming more distinct? What I do every day is just miss you./ Hey, Why don’t you come over soon?/ Na na na na naaaaa/ You say you have some work to do./ Maybe tomorrow,/ I miss you!/ Oh, what do you do each day?/ I imagine you, perfect, pristine,/ Oh, my angel, you’re my queen!/

Guitar Solo

/I love you!/ Hey, how are you? You’re up late./ You say: I’m ok./ Why did you call? Got your message, on my cell./ I say to you: You’re beautiful!/

Chorus: I miss you!/ I miss your smile./ I miss your laugh./ Where are you?/Wish I was with you.

Maybe one day/ Maybe one day/ Maybe one day I’ll be with you!/The distance between us grows smaller in my head./ All of those miles/

Come. Home. / Chorus / Oh, each night, I lie awake and think of you./ I look up at the ceiling, pretending you are here./ The room still smells like you,/ Almonds, daffodils, Shampoo, and lip gloss./ But no./ You’re at Oxford,  learning ’bout Old English transcripts./ I keep patiently waiting for you…/ Here in my room, strumming my guitar,/ Wishin’ you were here, Next to me./ Chorus / All of the time, it’s like this to me./ I. Love. You./ I. Miss. You./ I. Need. You./

Why?/ How?/ What?/ I don’t understand you./ Come Back./ Come Home./ I need you./ Chorus / Crying, silently, by myself at night./ I need you, come back to me, come back to my life./ Oh, darling, you seem as far away as the stars,/ But I’m a lonely planet, wanting your company./ My dear, be with me. I need you here right now. You’re as bright as the sun./ Gentle as the flowing stream,/ I love you, / I miss you!/ I miss your smile./ I miss your laugh./ Where are you?/ Wish I was with you.

Like it? Took me three days to put together. Is about 3 mins and 6 seconds long. Don’t really have title for it… yet. I was thinking “Our song” or ” Wish I was with you” or “I need you” or maybe “Miss you”.


Well, I found a title!!! I call it (drumroll): Heart With Loneliness.

<3 So sweet.

Please comment and tell me what you think of this!  I’ll make a video soon.