Day 544: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: horrific by Karupanocitizen

—Mommy, Mommy, I'm very hungry. The girl implored her desperate mother.

—Fatigued, do not despair, soon you will eat. You always get something in the forest. You know what happens in the red moon, we must get away from any nearby house.

—But mom, we should look for shelter and food, I'm hungry.

—Quiet my girl, do not worry, mom is with you. I'm going to get your food soon.

A strong breeze made the dry branches of the forest whistle. The moisture and reddish hue projected by the moon, made them feel as if they were on a carpet of guts, while their feet were buried in the vicious forest moss.

The smell of death, the smell of life. Everything intermingled in this hectic night where they search, they chase the souls of the living and the nonliving.

In the full moon, you could visit a house, knock on the door, the appearance was not a problem, that's what your mother was for. After opening the door, the girl could go by and have a feast. But nowadays everything is different, the red moon is the ideal time for the prey to become a hunter so that the non-living flee from destruction to get away from civilization.

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Some will die of hunger, others of the hand of man in a frenzy of revenge. Or justice ?. Others will continue to stalk humans on full moon nights to feed.

But the girl can not anymore, it's her nature, hunger eats her insides, it's just instinct ... animal instinct.

—Mami, I can not stand, I can not stand it. A quick bite, the blood begins to sprout. The beast begins to be satiated. The black forest protects you, nobody can see it.

—Don't worry about my little girl, feed yourself, it does not matter if you continue screaming or crying, keep eating. I will always take care of you, stay away from people in the red moon. I love you my girl Pure maternal instinct.

Between blood and tears, the girl satiates her uncontainable appetite, she can survive a red moon more, her mother can not. The last thing you eat is the heart, the most tender of a mother is the heart, they say. The truth is the same as anyones. Except for his mother, that's special

—I love you, mommy, thanks for feeding me.

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This is my participation on the freewrite day 543, I hope you enjoy reading this story, as much as I am writing it. I apologize for my grammatical errors, I do not speak English and I do what I can with the google traslate and gramarly ... I'm sorry.

If you want to participate, check this link, Today's Prompt: horrific