pawpads in familiar placesi.pawpads in familiar places
i remember when
threw her growl low to
mock the thunder -
now she roams, but
she's just beneath a surface my
golden claws can't scrape -
they're too sharp for
their own good now,
and i'll have to do with
gouging stripes out of
marks already scored
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You looked over the shoulder of your best friend, Ivan Braginski, as you shoved a black plastic fork into your mouth, taking a bite of the Mac and Cheese on your (favorite color) plate.
In the distance, maybe thirty feet away, you saw a man with a long black coat on, looking over at the table. He had silver-ish blonde hair, but you couldn’t tell much more than that, other than a cowlick, similar to the one in your ex-boyfriend, Alfred’s, hair. He was peering around the corner, as if he were trying to make sure everything went okay. You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked at him.
“Ivan…” You looked over at him, unfocusing your eyes and letting your thoughts escape your head, “who’s that?” You shifted your eyes back at the man in the black coat, hoping tha
Following Footsteps - Chapter 1Following Footsteps is something I never wanted to do, whether it was the world, celebrities, or my parents. All of which, I’ve come to hate. Although I can’t really say that I hate my mother because I never met her, but that’s another story. Life hates me so I decided at a very young age that I hate it right back. By the way, my name is Athel. Yeah, it sounds like a girl’s name but it’s the only thing (besides my eye color) my mother gave me and for that, I love it.Following Footsteps - Chapter 1
There are three things you need to know about me...
1. I hate myself.
2. I’m depressed.
3. I don’t believe in true love.
So here I go, I guess I’ll start with number one…
I look like my father. I guess that’s the reason I hate myself basically. I blame him for impregnating my mother. You can’t bare the entire weight of her death all on me, especially when I was a baby and they were two high school kids just screwing around (no pun intended). I just recently