《The Wolf In The Window: Memoirs》


 She With Two Different Colored Eyes

    The Wolf travels far and wide, hungry. He always appears through a window, whether there is a wall for it to be attached to or not, a large arched window that he unlatches and pushes open, before climbing in to speak with whoever lies on the other side. He curls his left hand into a fist and raises his index and middle finger on his right, and using those two fingers he taps, three times on the back of his fist.


    ''Tap, tap, tap.'' It''s a ritual, his warning that he is present, and about to ask his question.


    "Tell me a story." He asked She With Two Different Eyes. She licked her paw in response, rubbing her face as she eyed the boy.


    "Interesting choice to come to me, did ''He Who Wears A Cardboard Crown'' scare you off from ever asking him again. You know he''s been asking about you." The Wolf shivers and the fickle cat laughs at his response, stretching before sitting up and staring him down.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "I''ve a nice story for you. Once upon a time, a blue jay came to me, assuming me a dealmaker like my master, and not a predator like my blood. He was riddled with strife, and willing to lash out on seemingly whoever I pointed him towards. I convinced him to tell me what led to this rage fueled mania, and he explained, his wife was taken by a dog. His first hatched was gotten by a lawn mower, his second had eaten an avocado skin, his third was eaten by a snake, and his fourth never hatched and after its siblings had been taken a cruel wind pushed it out of the nest and onto the awaiting pavement.


    The bird begged of me to do something, and I am not certain he even knew what he wanted exactly, he just craved pain. And so, I gave it to him. I consumed that blue jay in two seconds flat.


    See, an evil being, does not need a complicated plan to be evil, it does not have to connive, plot, or scheme. They can do something evil in seconds, evil can come from the simplest actions, and have the simplest, almost expected, outcomes. And while I don''t often crave bird, that outcome was rather delicious." The cat chuckled to herself, before her head snapped off in a direction and she scampered off. Having heard enough, The Wolf climbed back through his window.

 She Who Is What Has And Hasnt Happened

    The Wolf travels far and wide, hungry. He always appears through a window, whether there is a wall for it to be attached to or not, a large arched window that he unlatches and pushes open, before climbing in to speak with whoever lies on the other side. He curls his left hand into a fist and raises his index and middle finger on his right, and using those two fingers he taps, three times on the back of his fist.


    ''Tap, tap, tap.'' It''s a ritual, his warning that he is present, and about to ask his question.


    "Tell me a story." He asks to She Who Is What Has And Hasn''t Happened.


    "As you get older, your mind begins to leave you. What has happened becomes what never happened, and what never happened becomes what has. Time and his effects seem to be having a race, and it makes less and less sense to me the longer it goes. For all of it blurs by while I sit still, and when the dust has settled from their race I am left behind, on my own, to suffer and sit in the darkness of what has yet to come, and the barely visible blur of what has or has never happened.


    Time is nothing but an illusion, a construct born to make those around understand things. But you asked for a story, and so a story I shall give.


    Once upon a time there was a girl who wished to grow up too fast. Then she did. And she realized that she had spent so much time wanting to grow up, she had forgotten her time spent being a kid. Every memory filled with things that never happened, a fantasy played out in her mind of possibilities, what could and could not exist in that moment. A lot had existed, yes, but none of it existed in her memory, at least now that becomes obvious as she wanders through her halls of memories so thickly layered in dust one would believe the whole domain was painted in a thick gray coating.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Once upon a time, there was a girl who started the race between youth and time. Knowing that she would grow out of it with time, she started that race, and did not take a break until the end. Now out of breath as an adult from a marathon she does not remember a second of. Please forgive me, you''ve asked for a story yet I am afraid I cannot deliver that, for right now nothing in my mind is right. And I question if I am in the right mind, or someone else''s, otherwise the only explanation for why I don''t recognize everything here is I grew up too quick to take in the scenery.


    Once upon a time there was an old woman, looking back on her youth, spending what little time she had left, regretting the time she had already wasted. At least her first memories existed, though shaded in gray, her last memories will be a blank abyss, a fake, more pathetic knockoff of what she wished she had done, what she never did, and what she did.


    I suppose the moral of the story that has happened yet never did is, one cannot go too quickly, especially through their own life, for you will have to sit through what you let never happen, and what remains that has happened. And it is difficult to live in a world you don''t remember creating, with memories too abandoned to be remembered, and a reflection that is unrecognizable."


    The Wolf left her to her meanderings, now confused himself on what has and has not happened during his time here.


    The End, for now


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    The Wolf in The Window

 They Who Are Of Fickle Virtue

    The Wolf travels far and wide, hungry. He always appears through a window, whether there is a wall for it to be attached to or not, a large arched window that he unlatches and pushes open, before climbing in to speak with whoever lies on the other side. He curls his left hand into a fist and raises his index and middle finger on his right, and using those two fingers he taps, three times on the back of his fist.


    ''Tap, tap, tap.'' It''s a ritual, his warning that he is present, and about to ask his question.


    "Tell me a story." He asked They Who Are Of Fickle Virtue. They giggled, twinkling in code to each other before responding in unison.


    "Once upon a time, there was a foolish boy, who thought himself above everyone around him. And one day, he heard the sky speak to him.


    ''Young great one, young great one, for thou who is so great, why not climb into the sky and stick around forever? Providing light and hope to all who are below you, for you shine bright enough to shine with us.'' The boy agreed with those who spoke from the sky trying to jump into them, to try and reach them, however he was unable to. Instead, he put on quite the amusing act for everyone around, causing him to become embarrassed and run off. He promised himself he would never try to jump to them again. Then, they spoke again.


    ''Young great one, young great one. Please join us, join us. We''ve need for your brilliance among us.''


    ''No!'' The boy responded,


    ''Last time I tried to join you, everyone laughed at me, and I couldn''t reach you.''


    ''Because you tried to jump to us from the ground. It is not high enough to reach us.''


    ''So, how do I reach you?''


    ''Jump from a higher place.'' The boy nodded and climbed to a higher place, the top of the doghouse in his backyard, however when he jumped from that, he fell onto his face. Angry, the looked to the stars again as they began laughing.


    ''I still fell!'' The boy shouted, angry. He began dusting himself off.


    ''And I''m still being laughed at!'' He shouted.


    ''We''re sorry, we''re sorry young great one, but surely you did not think jumping from that distance was enough.''Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    ''Well, how high must I jump?''


    ''You must jump high enough to reach us. You are young but not stupid right, great one?'' The boy nodded indignantly, as he was not an idiot! He climbed a tree, the grand oak tree in his backyard, and once on the highest branch that could support his weight, he jumped and broke his arm.


    A few weeks later the boy was in his bedroom, glaring out the window at the night sky, the moment they tried to speak to him, he would show them why they don''t mess with him, and then they spoke.


    ''Hello young great one, we''ve been missing your brightness among us.''


    ''Well, you shall continue to miss it, for you''ve done nothing to allow me to join you or encourage my quest! You''ve done nothing but give me false hopes, misleading directions, make a mockery of me to the public, and laugh at me! Why should I join you?''


    ''We apologize young great one. Your brightness is just too grand to ignore, and we''ve honestly never invited someone from down there to join us. We thought your jumping was all that had to be done. We were wrong, we apologize.''


    ''Have you figured out what must be done then?''


    ''We believe so we-''


    ''Belief is not enough for me, I want truth.'' The great one got up to shut his large window with his one good arm, when the stars rushed to speak again before they were shut out.


    ''We must catch you.'' The boy stopped, and let the window swing open.


    ''Go on.''


    ''There is nothing to go on with, you must jump from the highest point you can, and we will catch you and pull you to us.''


    ''And you swear I shall not fall? For the highest place we have is here, and I would prefer not to die.''


    ''You shall not die, nor shall you fall, young great one.''


    ''Will I get laughed at?''


    ''Of course not.'' The boy nodded and climbed out his window, and using his one arm, he climbed as high as he could to the top of his home, before he tried to jump, he looked to the stars once more, worried he may fall.


    ''You assure me, I will be caught, for a fall from this height would cause irreversible damage.''


    ''Yes, you shall be caught.'' With that guarantee, the boy nodded, stabling his breath and took a running up, before he ran to the sky. Arm outstretched, and for a moment, he felt he was flying. Then that flying quickly became plummeting, with the last visual he had before his demise being those fickle beings of false promises in the sky, watching him, twinkling with laughter."


    The Wolf''s skin crawled as they continued to twinkle with laughter as they recounted the story, then the began telling the moral, each of them cutting each other off on delivering it, as if they were unsure which moral fit their tale more. "The moral of this story young wolf-"


    "Is be careful who you wish for."


    "Yes, because he trusted us far too-"


    "Be careful what you wish for."


    "Oh! Yes! For he did get what he wanted."


    "Be wary of those in power, for they may get bored and decide to play a little game." When this one had spoken above the rest, they all quieted down, and seemed to agree with his words, not cutting him off. The Wolf nodded to himself, as he turned to go back through his window, questioning if he was like the stars he had been so terrified and repulsed by.


    The End, for now


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    The Wolf in The Window