NOTE: This doesn't involve werewolves, but I'd like to post it here anyways since it's a section for writing!  It does however contain a taking coyote...I guess that kinda counts!   Also, this is a short excerpt from a fairly long piece that I'm hoping will be an entire novel!


The forest was shrouded in a light mist, some of the brightest stars dimly shining through it in the blackened night sky.  I could still see my hand in front of my face, so I considered it okay to take a walk.  Besides, I knew this place better than everyone else in this dumb hick town.  It was my sanctuary.  This is where I escaped from the stupid rednecks each day.
    I walked the path I usually did, a simple strip of dirt and rock that was, for some reason or another, bereft of any growth.  To me, this was strange, because the rest of this place was full of plant life.  Aside from this simple path, there was pretty much grass growing on top of grass (or so it appeared).  I would guess that the path is manmade, but as to why it somehow escaped the ever-growing vegetation . . . well . . . that was a mystery.  I’m the only one I know of that walks through this place on a regular basis, so it can’t be constant foot and/or bicycle traffic.
    I continued my trek, feeling the hard outlines of the rocks on my cheap Wal-Mart-bought shoes.  Personally, it didn’t bother me.  It simply reminded me of the fact that I was in my quote-on-quote “happy place”, so why would it get on my nerves?
    The mist thickened into a dense fog pretty quickly, catching me a little off-guard.  I could only see for about a yard ahead of me now, and, like the fool that I am, I thought it was still okay to take my usual walk.  Yes, I know: Stupid idea.  Shoulda just gone home, waited ‘til later to go walking, blah blah blah. 
    The fog was now so incredibly thick that I was having extreme difficulty even seeing two feet in front of me.  I looked down at the ground, and couldn’t even see that.  This, of course, triggered a whole slew of paranoid thoughts. 
    Was it normal not to see the ground when it was foggy?  Why did the air begin to somehow feel different?  Why could I now see absolutely nothing but a dull gray all around me?  Something strange was goin’ down, and I didn’t like it.
    I walked a little farther, though I felt I was floating rather than truly walking.  The fog bean to clear a little ahead, and light began to shine through.
    Bright light.
    Daylight.
    All of a sudden, I felt solid ground beneath me.  The sensation of walking on air ceased.  This caused me to look down.  My dirt path had become grass…grass that was a bright shade of green I didn’t even know was natural.  It was completely and utterly indescribable.  I looked ahead of me.  The fog had completely cleared, and I was in a forest that was utterly alien to me.
    As you would expect, I freaked out.  Yes, I, the hateful and spiteful Johnny Wilson, who was widely known throughout his hometown of Greenleaf Alabama as “that Satanist guy”, freaked out.  Hell, I freaked out beyond freaking out.  I practically had a full-blown mental breakdown.
    I started running through the odd, navy-blue colored trees, screaming my head off like a frightened topless bleach-blond cheerleader in a bad masked-killer movie from the eighties.  I knew acting like this wouldn’t help at all, but I was also terrified beyond the point of realizing that. 
    The farther I ran, the more my lungs began to sting, my breathing becoming deep heaves.  My legs were starting to quiver violently, and my mouth felt as if it was drying out.  I dropped to the ground, coughing and hacking.  My heart felt as if it was going to beat itself out of my chest and run off.  It appeared my brief period of insanity was over.
    I surveyed my surroundings, trying to get an idea of what kind of place this was.  The trees were quite large, reaching at least a hundred feet.  The bark, as stated before, was a deep blue.  The leaves were bright orange, the branches and trunks very thin.  It was a miracle that these trees weren’t bending all over themselves.  I looked down at the ground, staring in awe at the brownish-purple soil and the bright green patches of grass.  Whatever this place was, at least it didn’t seem dangerous.
    I sighed, and looked up at the yellow sky ahead of me.  The sun looked pretty much just like the sun back home, only it looked like it had a slight oval shape to it.  I pondered how this was possible for a little while . . . until, of course, I had heard a rustling behind me.
    I shot up quickly, and pressed myself against one of the tall, thin trees.  They weren’t quite big enough around to conceal me, but I hoped it would do an adequate job of hiding me.  I didn’t want some alien animal or thing to see me and end up posing a threat.  I heard it walking near, soft footfalls becoming progressively louder.  My heart began to throb again, and my muscles started to tense.  It seemed another panic attack was imminent.
    “Stay calm,” I shakily whispered to myself.  “Stay cool.”
    I chanced a look behind me to see what was close…and to my surprise, it was something completely normal.  A small, brown coyote.  The only thing strange about it was the reddish color of the animal’s eyes.  It seemed to be coming in my direction no longer, and I sighed with relief, flopping back onto the ground, sitting against the back of a tree.
    “At least there’s something vaguely recognizable here,” I said to myself, chuckling a little.  I closed my eyes for a few seconds . . .
    . . . and then I felt a wet, cold nose sniffing my face.  This, obviously, startled them open.  I yelped and jumped up.  The sniffer, who happened to be the crimson-eyed coyote, backed away.
    To my surprise, it apologized for scaring me, which simply ended up making me even more freaked out than I already was.
    “Sorry about that,” it said.  “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    “Where the hell am I?” I blurted out, suddenly not really giving a damn that I was somehow talking to this thing anymore. Really, I’d already seen enough in the past few minutes.  Why would this faze me?
    The thing’s eyes widened, startled.  “Well, you’re in . . . uhh . . . a forest-“
    “Yeah, but where!?”
    “Uh-“
    “Because if I somehow ended up in gently caressin’ Narnia or something, I’m going to be really, REALLY pissed off.”