Happy 15th of the month everyone!
In a thread started last week about writing multiple projects at the same time, by @EshcharCohen, I wrote:
For this month’s excerpt, I decided to take an hour of my morning yesterday and write a bit of creative writing based on a werewolf idea I story boarded a bit of called: Children of the Moon.
Children of the Moon excerpt 04/15/24
Filii Lunae
Outside, the moon’s silvery radiance illuminates the snow and ice with an ethereal beauty that is truly magical. A magic that I would be bathing in, if I had a choice. I don’t have a choice to make right now. Instead, I am curled up in a corner seat in the county hospital’s waiting room, watching the family across from me that is sharing this space with me.
My red rucksack leans against the chair’s leg at my feet and I have my sister’s phone charging next to me. The sickly and faded yellow light from the ceiling fixtures beats down on me and glints from the silver cuff that encircles my wrist. Realizing the handcuff is visible to everyone, I yank my arm closer to my torso. I frown at this, because no one, not even myself, can take their eyes from the handcuffs that anchor me to the chair that I am curled up in.
“Daddy, why is that…”
*choice
#…man cuffed to his chair?"
*set gender 1
#…lady cuffed to her chair?"
*set gender 2
#…person cuffed to their chair?"
*set gender 3
The child across the room from me is bundled in winter clothing from head to toe and squirms in their chair between mother and father, first looking at their father, then twisting in their seat to gaze at their mother. “Momma… you are going to be okay, right?”
“Hush child.” The mother reaches out and squeezes her child’s shoulder before clenching up with a wet cough escaping her lips. “I am going to be just fine. I promise, little one.”
"Yes, my love. Your mother will be just fine. Now, stop staring at the @{gender man|woman|person } across from you… " The father, turning to face his child wraps his arm around both mother and child. He then glances my way and screws up his face as his gaze lands on the metal cuffs, keeping me attached to the chair. “It isn’t polite and we Williamsons are always polite to others.”
Except these neighbors of mine have been anything but polite since I arrived in this mountain town, even calling the sheriff to report my activity on more than one occasion. This time, the sheriff was not called by them, the Williamsons being too caught up in their family medical drama to care about my dancing and cavorting in the moonlit woods.
No, I don’t know who called the sheriff this time, but whoever did so, has put me between a rock and a hard place. Hopefully, I can squeeze my way out of this jam, or I might be locked up sooner than later. Just as I roll my eyes at this thought, the steel paneled door labeled “security” opens and a hospital security guard walks into the waiting room. “Hey…”
*choice
#.“…Jack, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “Jack”
#“…Jill, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “Jill”
#.“…John, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “John”
#“…Jane, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “Jane”
#.“…Hunter, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “Hunter”
#“…River, why don’t we get you out of those cuffs for now.”
*set name “River”
#The security guard actually calls me …
*input_text name
I consider this “creative writing” for myself because for this to turn into something real, I would need to outline and then mutate this existing 500ish word exercise into something more.
As in the prior months, I invite everyone to share an excerpt.
Remember that excerpts shared here are not intended to elicit proper critique and feedback, but if anyone does have an opinion on if this is something I should pursue (and maybe someday write an outline for), feel free to share it with me, here or in DM 
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