I have always been obsessed with matching Beethoven's Piano Sonata #14 to a werewolf story. So, wrote something that would go for the same length of time if read aloud at a steady pace.
Below is a small snippet, if you'd like to read Moonlight Sonata in it's entirety, hit up my Medium Page.
"As the full moon nears I can feel the tide of blood rise beneath my skin.
Gone are the days when I dread this moment coming. I now crave it. Yearn for it.
In the week proceeding, a heightening of my senses creeps in. Smells become intoxicating. Everyday sounds either pierce my skull, or lull me into a swoon. The dull grey of London life is replaced by a technicolour of animal desire."
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