The little girl cried as her kitten came up to her. with a meow, the small cat bumped her knee nuzzling her, before it ran back across the street, leaving its body behind cradled in her arms. No longer warm.
A figure waits in the darkness
Miracles aren’t for everyone
The child watched his mother, Limp and swinging.
This story is about the last time I ever sold chocolate Part II.
This story is about the last time I ever sold chocolate.
Ponti was a gluttonous god. He hid his true form; a gelatinous, grey sac of flesh and fat. He wore only red, satin pants on short, fat legs, and a golden mantle of jewelry over his chest. His mouth was too wide for his face, his eyes too small and his oily hair kept his […]
I don’t like the way you’re smiling at me, Sigmund…
The cat fell from the tree, turning in the air, It landed on the ground, feet first, then scurried away. The little girl looked down from up in the tree, several feet high, with her grip loosening. She wondered if she could be a cat too.
She peeked into the darkness of her room and saw the silver reflection of her cat’s eyes. But when she turned on the light, she found her child sitting there instead.