Day 6 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025, theme: Werewolf.

Tonight’s drawing glows in the colors of a dream – deep blue woods, bright moon, and a lone shape caught mid-step between beast and person. The werewolf stands under that big swirl of light like it’s both a curse and a calling.

Old stories say the change came with the moon’s pull, silver light tugging at whatever part of a person was wild enough to answer. Some say it was punishment for betrayal, others a gift for those who lived too close to the edge of the woods for too long. In some villages, the werewolf wasn’t feared at all – just pitied, watched carefully until dawn.

I like to imagine this one not hunting, but wandering. Maybe remembering what it was like to be human, maybe not wanting to remember at all. The forest looks still enough to keep its secrets, the kind of quiet where you can almost hear the heartbeat of the earth underfoot.

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Last night I filled out my absentee ballot, the pen moving deliberately over the paper, choices made with care. This morning I went to the Salem post office and handed it directly to a postal worker, as I have done a few times before. There is a quiet ritual in it, a small act repeated, a trace of human connection in a world that often feels increasingly abstract.

I wish I could trust the processes more. The last decade has worn away my confidence in a competent paper trail, let alone one that is purely digital. The paper feels solid, tangible, but the machinery around it – sorting, counting, tracking – remains a shadow, and shadows shift with the light.

Outside, the sun lay soft across the streets, and a crow called from a nearby tree, its black silhouette stark against the sky. I went home with a gentle, uneasy satisfaction, aware that this small act is both mine and part of something larger, a signal cast into a system I hope, at least, will hold.

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