Metamorphosis Past Tense Novels & Stories

AUTHOR’S POV It was already the sixth day since Aileen began her transformation, today, she woke up from her slumber and the last part of her transformation began. Aileen opened her mouth to scream, however, she could not. Her breath had been knocked out of her. Aileen’s skin stretched and rippled, as though it were a canvas being violently stretched and painted anew. Her bones cracked and shifted beneath her flesh, producing sickening, bone chilling sounds. She gasped for breath, her lungs struggling to adapt to the changing shape of her ribcage.

He rested his hand on waist. “How should we go back to that day? And changed everything?” Clayton sniffed. Marcus released the cocoon from the plastic bag and it wasn’t moved, seemingly it kept cocooning until the metamorphosis state happened completely. He rose from his squatting position. “I told you we never existed in this time interval…” He rubbed his two hands off. Clayton pulled out his hair. “Are you saying that we don’t any chances at all to save her?” Marcus sighed and pat Clayton’s shoulder.