Hi everyone, I'm currently writing a short story for Extension English demonstrating my understanding of the Gothic culture and am stuck on where to take it. Any criticism and suggestions are welcome. Here's what I have so far- "Werewolves have stalked stories and fables for hundreds of years, invading people's imaginations and spreading fear among the more gullible members of society, yet they have never crept into the realm of reality. But maybe that assumes too much? When a werewolf is near, you know. A cold breath sweeps across the back of your neck, you feel your lungs slowly contracting and a terrified shiver runs down your spine. As I watch his writhing, distorted body transform into something slightly more human, I wonder how much longer I might be able to keep his secret. I can't quite understand why I continue to witness this violence and destruction being manipulated by him- my love for him is the only possible the only force that could persuade me to persist in enduring this twisted and ugly secret. As I explore my thoughts more deeply, I begin to wonder what will happen if, or maybe even when, someone figures it out. Guilt overwhelms me when I think about the families of these innocent, unknowing victims. And what about the poor men of the police force who spend their days following bloody trails, leading them to the mangled, shredded bodies? There's the people of the town; what must they be feeling? These people are living in fear of having their lives ripped away from them unexpectedly during the cold and harsh night. And then I think about him. His burden. What is he experiencing every night, tearing these bodies to pieces, feeding off the very people he calls his friends, his colleagues, his neighbours? What is he feeling when he returns home each savage evening, living with the thought that he destroyed a human's life? He paces the room for several minutes and then strides over to me, placing a deep, meaningful kiss on my lips. He turns towards the bedroom and spreads himself on the bed where yet another restless, haunted sleep awaits him." © J. Eldred (Not sure if I should copyright my work?) Cheers, Josie.