ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
BrokenThere's a broken girl that walks down my streetBroken in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A broken girl I think everyone should meet
Her hair is a mess and her jeans are all torn
And the books that she carries are ragged and worn
She never really smiles cause she's ashamed of her teeth
And no one knows what she sounds like because she doesn't speak
She hides her plain brown eyes behind goggle looking glasses
But no one really cares or looks as she passes
She stays invisible until someone needs a laugh
Then she becomes the victim of every bodies wrath
They laugh til they cry and they all point her way
And smile and smirk for the rest of the day
Til she goes home at night to her drunken step dad
But at lest he's better then the last one she had
At night she reads love stories and writes a few poems
Wondering what it would be like to get out of that home
She dreams the same dream every night when she sleeps
That people will realize beauty isn't only skin deep
But until that day comes, she repeats the same thing
Staying off the ra
Cruel WeddingDo you take this manCruel Wedding in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To be your lawful wedded husband?
No, I never wanted this
Never wanted a man who didn't love me
Never wanted my life planed by others
Never wanted him to want me
To have and to hold
From this day forward
Ripped away from my family
Moved out of my home
Never to see my home land again
The only place I've ever known
I got the worse in this deal
I was sold like a cow
To a pompous insensitive man
Whom I am bound to now
I'd rather be a poor mans wife
If we were truly in love
That is the only gold I need
A love blessed by God above
And in health
The sickness is in his eyes
I can see his dirty mind
That look gives me goose bumps
And sends shivers down my spine
Until death do you part
It's too late for that
I'm already dead inside
My soul died when I was sold
I can barley even cry
I now pronounce you
Man and wife
Please don't say it
Please don't make
I have a dreamI have a dreamI have a dream in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A way to cope
You're not really leaving
It's only for awhile
A week or two at most
And you'll be back with a smile
You would never leave me
You know I couldn't go on
You know what you mean to me
And your feelings are just as strong
I Believe that someday
We'll have a family of our own
Life will be perfect
In our happy home
I believe in angels
And it's plain to see
I believe in angels
And God sent you too me
I have a dream
And it's killing me
Because I know
It'll never be
Don't Read ThisPlease don't read thisDon't Read This in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't read the words I wrote
Not one single letter
Not one single note
Take this letter and burn it
Never open it to see
The words I wrote to you
Of what you mean to me
Don't read my feelings for you
Don't read how my heart breaks
Every time I hear you laugh
Or see your smiling face
Don't read how my heart stops
When you look me in the eye
Don't see the tear stains on the paper
And notice how much I cry
Take this letter and tare it to pieces
Never let my words be known
Leave me in my despair alone
To rep the seeds of which I've sewn
Please don't read this letter
Forget it exists at all
Lock it away in a box
Don't add to my fall
For if you read this letter
And do not feel the same
My world will crumble around me
As I hide my head in shame
You will never read this letter
It will never reach your hands
It will burn in the fire
Crumbled by my own hands
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insignia. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer betwixt the wooden beams of her residence and closed her eyes tight in defiance. There was no time to worry about that now. Now it was time to sleep. Every filly knew the moon meant that, and even she didn't have the energy to fight its silent nocturne. "Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad. I love you " she called out softly. The answer was the sam
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare " The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering how she still never quite had a good answer. After a moment her eyes opened and extended one of her wings as if to beckon the filly near. "I wish I had a better answer, but this isn't a nightmare, Scootaloo. You you fell asleep and the temperature dropped so suddenly. There was nothing anypony could have done " As s
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
A Particularly Cold NightPouring through the thin glass,A Particularly Cold Night in Free Verse More Like This
Chilling breaths of autumn waltz about silver curtain…
Invading like tides over a smooth river bed.
The beauty of frigid air
Elegant spirits dancing about the room
Coated the warmth of her embrace.
As Ticking notions evade
And blackness haunts this vessel,
My heart sinks within her
Plunging deeper into the spectral night.
ThawA simple recourse,Thaw in Free Verse More Like This
This night strewn of stars
Flipping glossed images between my fingers.
How far I've strayed
from the comfort of a slipping heart
brought by the glint of her smile.
I've been cold.
A barbarous reflection on aged mirror,
cracked and hidden by the light.
Slowly mixing your face from my sight
Just to remember it all once more.
DryTranslucent and hushed melodiesDry in Free Verse More Like This
Evade my ringing ears and worn sight.
Without rest the calm voices taunt,
Playful remarks and a pretense
Fooling my heart,
Speaking of time…
As if it were pouring from a tattered vein.
And honesty escapes the capture of words,
Strangled in a frayed clot of wire…
Ceasing impulse or desire.
Every phrase comes to repeat.
Every image identical.
Adorning the walls
Of an open grave.
Dull, DevoidSavory stings of euphoria…Dull, Devoid in Free Verse More Like This
Electric pain subsides and tears of blackened red
Trickle from my torn, pale skin.
Phased frames of sight tick about,
Shifting from her spread, androgynous lips
To the spattered stains of heavy crimson
Spread about disheveled cloth.
It was like a ripple in ether around,
A flick on tepid surface.. resounding through the water…
Through our flesh.
I'm trapped in a prism of glass,
Thin walls screaming around me
And the fluorescents burning harsh.
How it was to feel nothing,
Pulsing through another's ecstasy.
How it was to see melted ruby drops,
Glistening on my hips…
Bathed in guilt.
A heart without a beat 17The woman was watching the rain. There was a fire going on the hearth, and the tea was brewing.A heart without a beat 17 in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was darning sock, and in her lap there was a ragged little cat. From time to time the creature lifted a lazy paw to lash out after the ball of yarn, spinning as the woman pulled at it.
She wears holes in her socks like her father wore holes in his body, she told the cat, smiling happily and rocking back and forth in her rocking-chair.
The old-granny-setting was not her idea. It was the children, and she had always been too weak to tell them No.
Mom, her son had told her. It won't do for a woman your age to run around getting involved in fights, you don't belong on a battlefield any more, even though you want to smite demons.
Then her daughter had looked at her with the sparkling green eyes that had made men go mad from passion.
Mommy. Old Bony would have liked you to sit by a fire and drink tea and darn socks. And then me and Carran w
A heart without a beat 4That evening Helena and the enthusiastic Bunny showed up in front of Beatrix lodgings. She met them in the street as she came from the library and was surprised to see their anxious faces.A heart without a beat 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Have you heard it? Has anyone told you? Bunny asked, almost jumping up and down with excitement.
Told me what? Beatrix looked from one to the other and wondered what in the world could be so important.
Helena took her arm and dragged her a little away from the street, behind some huge pots of flowers.
You know that undead, she whispered, her voice filled with worry. He has escaped!
Really? Beatrix wanted to sing and dance and clap her hands, but she managed to let her inner self do the celebrating while she kept a straight face on the outside.
Yes! Helena checked around her, as if she was worried that anyone was listening. The soldiers are searching the entire city, and the gates have been locked down. Theres do
A heart without a beat 6The next hour there was a brainstorm around Beatrix kitchen table. It included tea and biscuits. All good brainstormings should include tea and biscuits.A heart without a beat 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tawnee and Helena was not too happy about the fact that their friend had helped someone from the Horde escape and now was hiding him in her room, but Bunnys brain had skipped that stage and gone straight to the you have an undead living in your room, how cool isnt that stage.
The brainstorm happened on paper, firstly because the girls had problems holding on to one thought for a longer period of time, and secondly because that was how you did a proper brainstorm.
Tawnee was the appointed secretary and had come up with the headline: The escape of Bony which had caused quite a snigger from the bed where Valante had sought refuge with the excuse: Brainstorming is not for me. My brain already rotted away a long time ago.
This had gotten a good laugh from Bunny and even Tawnee,
A heart without a beat 2The rogue listened while the rest of the group planned the assault on the Alliance caravan that was carrying the wages for the soldiers in a nearby fortress.A heart without a beat 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was winter and he was grumpy because this made the joints in his legs ache.
Rogue! You are responsible for the healer, the self-proclaimed leader of the group, a blood elf named Lartho, barked in rough orcish.
The rogue just rolled his gleaming eyes while nodding slightly, he hated having to take out healers. It felt a bit low, even by his standards, to kill someone who couldn't even protect themselves if they had the chance.
As they made their way through the snowy bushes surrounding the pass where they would start the ambush, the other blood elf in the group bumped into the rogue as he slid on the icy ground.
Hey! Watch it, Bones! the elf hissed.
Before he could take another step there was a knife against his crotch.
You want me to make a proper lady out of you, girly? the rogue asked, igno
Wanna Trade?Hey wanna trade?Wanna Trade? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll give you my heart
For your smile
They're both so pure
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give my virginity
For your words
Both feel so sweet
Both make us happy
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my trust
For your lies
Both feel so true
Both feel so real
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my tears
For your devotion
Both feel so heavy
Both feel so unwanted
By each of us
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade
I'll give you everything
For your heart
You already have two
Mine and yours.
I think its a fair trade.
The SuicideI've thought about it many times. I've been told about it. However, I insist. I'M NOT CRAZY. Don't try to talk me out of this. My decision is taken.The Suicide in Short Stories More Like This
I ran away from the hospital. I still don't know how I could make it. What I know is that in the second I stepped out, I haven't stopped running. Not until I got here. To the top of the world. The wind blows and gets inside my lungs, my feet feel the earth under them. A thunder roars in the distance. A bird sings. A last gift.
The rush of the run abandons me. Once more I feel the cancer invading my veins as a corrosive poison. It hurts, I know. But that's... about to finish?
There's a moment of doubt. A foot in the air. A step that can be equally to save as to condemn. Like waiting for a regret. A regret that will never come.
So fast that everything around me becomes a blur. Confusing. So roughly that the winter breeze becomes a hurricane around me.
What should I think about before dying? God? God doesn't exist. He's just a
Confesión“Hola. Perdón por no haberte hablado en tanto tiempo, pero son raras las veces que siento la necesidad de pasarme por acá. Digamos que no trae muy buenos recuerdos para ninguno de los dos, ¿no? Como sea, hay muchas cosas que quiero decirte. Quizás lo debería haber hecho antes. O quizás nunca, se me hace que te rompo demasiado las bolas con este tema. Bueno, lo importante es que vine, y ya que estamos, te lo voy a decir. Tranquila, no me voy a quedar mucho. Un ratito nomás y te dejo de joder.Confesión in Short Stories More Like This
Hoy me senté a ver el álbum. Ese viejo álbum que tiene las fotos de esa vieja época, cuando jugábamos juntos, ¿te acordás? Na, seguramente no. O sea, yo debo ser el único de los dos con esas inquietudes. O sea, imaginate. Pasaron años de eso. Yo estaba muy distinto entonces. Era más bonito. Pero vos seguís estando igual. Al menos sé que siempre lo vas a esta
Monocoloquio- ¿Hay alguien?Monocoloquio in Short Stories More Like This
-Sí, estoy yo ¿A quién esperabas?
- No, no sé… por ahí había alguien más y tenía ganas de escucharlo
- ¿Qué? ¿Te cansaste ya de mí?
- No, no es eso. Es que tanto tiempo acá, solos, me…
- ¿Te qué?
- …me aburre un poco
- Bueno, es común. Tanto tiempo solo con la misma persona es agotador.
- No, no digás eso
- ¿Por qué? Es la verdad. El ser humano no se hizo para vivir todo el tiempo con una sola persona, y vos lo sabés. Primero es todo entusiasmo, si la persona te cae bien. Luego es vacío. No hay nada qué decirse. Luego es aburrimiento. Que se convierte en bronca. Luego en odio. Y eventualmente uno le saca los ojos al otro con una cuchara.
- Sí, puede ser…
- Más vale que puede ser…
- Aunque no siempre
- Yo no te te
BusIt was raining heavily. And for worse, a roaring, wild wind was blowing so violently that flew my umbrella off my hands. It was ten to midnight, and I am running on the side of a lonely road. For some strange reason, my car had suddenly stopped twenty minutes ago and there is no way of starting it again. My cell phone had no signal, so I had decided to start running to find a gas station, a house anything or anyone that could help me.Bus in Short Stories More Like This
Twelve oclock. I give up and I consider spending the whole night in my car until I see a light on the driveway, approaching from the distance. Happy, I wave at it until it stops. Its an old, dark blue bus, without rout number or any other type of identification. The door opens. The driver is a white haired man with a shallow look in his eyes.
- ¿Where are you heading?
- Good evening ¿Could you take me to the nearest gas station? My car broke and
- Two fifteen he says with a monochord voice
I look for the money in my pu
Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 5Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Will and Dragonite continued searching for Clay in the Dacian Region. After searching everywhere, they were lead up to a large mountain. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and flew to the top. As they landed, they both saw a figure in the middle of the mountain top. As they walked towards the middle, a being came into focus. It was Clayton! Clay! I haven't seen you for a year! Where are you seeking shelter?” Clay stared right through Dragonite and Will. He held up a blue orb. The orb started glowing. Clay set it down and began to run, still silent.
With a massive blue flash of light, a blue, four legged dragon came out of it. A roar shook the mountain. Dragonite and Will both knew what it was. “How is Dialga, the pokemon of time here!?” Dragonite asked. “I don't know! Why did Clay release it?” Dialga used Sp
Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 6Dragonite and The Tree of Life: Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Dragonite and Will continued to chase Clay towards a dense forest. They chased with no prevail. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and they flew a rapid pace towards Clay. They charged him and they all fell onto the moist soil of the Dacian forest. Clay dropped a skull and a pokeball. Clay recovered and grabbed his items. Just after Dragonite and Will jumped up.
Clay released the pokemon inside of the pokeball. A stocky blue pokemon came out of the ball. Neither Will or Dragonite knew what the pokemon was. Will stood about 10 feet away from Clay, when he said “You're not really here! It's been a year and a half since the disasters happened! You're dead...DEAD! Coballion, use Iron Head!” The pokemon charged not at Dragonite, but at Will! Coballion sent Will flying into a tree.
As he leaned against the tree Will said “Dragonite, Fir
Pokemon Mausu no Hari-Chapter 4-Friends ReturnPokemon Mausu no Hari-Chapter 4-Friends Return in General Fiction More Like This
"Clay!, I forgot to ask what could you possibly be doing here?" Wizom said "I was gonna start trying to earn badges here with Rogue." The red dyed riolu smiled at Wizom. "I missed you little guy" Wizom said as petting Rogue on the head. "I got some pokemon too!" Wizom sent out Squirmander and Bubble. "No way...those couldn't happen to be from...the dacian region could they?" "As a matter of fact they are, Clay." Clay looked puzzled and it was almost as if you could hear the gears rotating in his brain. "Well I can't figure out how you managed to get into the Dacian region and retrieve the pokemon." Clay finally said. "Oh I didn't get them, they were both gifts." "Oh. Lately I've been studying the Dacian region and it's just overwhelming, I can't figure how to get in or out." Clay said confused "Hold on I have a great idea!" "What is it." Wizom replied "Ok, I'm not trying to retrieve the badges, but just trying to stop Team Boulder...from reaching the Da
Yellow Kirby Chapter 0: PreludeYellow Kirby Chapter 0: Prelude in General Fiction More Like This
The intercom on the Halberd buzzed in the middle of the night. "INTRUDER ALERT! THIS IN NOT A DRILL! PREPARE TO DEFEND!" Meta Night jumped up from his slumber. "Hmph, what nerve would inspire anyone to challenge me!?" Before Meta Knight could process this, the Great Galacta Knight busted through Meta Knight's chamber door, and slashed at him faster then Meta Knight could defend. Meta Knights Masked Cracked into two and his true identity was revealed.
"HALBERD IN CRITICAL CONDITION! ABORT SHIP IMMEDIATELY!" The two knights flew to the deck of the ship to confront each other. "I thought I was rid of you!" Meta Knight blared over the roaring engine of the Halberd. "You Should of double checked, fore now I will not just take revenge on you, but this whole solar system!" A click and a voice came from under Galacta Knight's Cloak. "SCAN COMPLETE." "and your DNA was all I needed!" Gal
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Perfect World Chp. 1Perfect World Chp. 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"Aikagi, do you really think this is a good idea?" Alina asked her friend as they stared at the ruins of the old Hallow Bastion Castle.
"What are you scared of? Magic? Ghosts? Do you really believe in all that crap?" Aikagi said as she began to scale the fence.
"Well, if you say magic isn't real then how do you explain that keyblade on your back?" the dark-haired girl asked as she fiddled with her sleeve uncomfortably, looking side to side. People weren't allowed to go here anymore, since the unsafe structure was decaying. A group of kids a while back decided to be stupid and explore, and fell through the floors and impaled themselves on the broken ruins below...
"Pft, this thing?" she jerked her chin towards the skeleton-like keyblade on her back, that belonged to her grandfather, who'd been the previous keyblade wielder after some guy who's name stared with an 'S'. "It's not magical. Just a piece of junk. Worthless."
"Then why do you keep it?"
Aikagi didn't respond, a
Perfect World - prologuePerfect World - prologue in General Fiction More Like This
A little girl sat crying alongside a small river. She cried, letting her tears join the river, disturbing the dark image of her reflection. Her family was dead. Killed by a gang. There was nothing left for her. She cradled the small black gun in her hands. Even though she was only five years old, she knew what this little thing could do.
Her dark reflection quivered, drawing her attention to the water, and away from the small gun. Her reflection got darker and darker, until it was completely black, and the eyes glowed bright yellow. She set the gun down and reached out to touch it, and a small black hand reached out and grabbed her fingers. She gasped, but did not pull away. Slowly the small creature pulled itself from the water. It carefully crawled into her lap. It was so tiny, she could hold it in one hand.
She pulled it up to her face to look into its golden eyes. It stared back into her green eyes. The soaking creature then sneezed in her
Catnapped Chp 1Chapter ONECatnapped Chp 1 in General Fiction More Like This
A loud boom echoed through the valleys and tall peaks that peppered the land, shaking birds from the branches of the vast, jungle-like forest. The Thundercats turned their heads to the southeast, having heard the loud noise well over the sound of the Thunder Tank.
"What on Third-Earth was that?" Panthro said.
"The lizards?" Tygra wondered aloud.
"But aren't we too far north?" Cheetara pointed out.
"Well, whatever it was we should keep moving," Lion-O said. He looked up at the darkening sky. "And we should probably find some shelter soon."
The temperature dropped quickly, and a steady rain started to fall, drenching everything quickly. Eventually, the cold air turned the rain into a mixture of sleet and snow, and the wet branches, along with the Thunder tank were quickly covered in ice. Cheetara took the shivering kittens and Snarf inside, taking shelter from the cold winds.
"The weather sure turned quickly " Tygra muttered, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and s