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FreyOpening the newspaper, Jake sighs at various headlines that catch his attention. He flips through the pages, casually scanning over everything but not finding anything interesting enough to read. Folding it up and placing it aside, he glances around his run-down apartment. The carpet has all sorts of food stains, paint chips off of the walls, and the furniture is torn to shreds, but it is home. He looks at the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him; he picks up a spoonful and lets it flop off into the bowl below with a sickening smack. He repeats this ritual a few times before a warm ball of fur brushes up against his leg.
"Hello Frey." Jake looks down at the young cat and picks him up, stroking his soft, black fur, receiving a look of contempt in return. Around his neck is a white collar bearing his name; he had outgrown his first one seven or eight months ago.
He placed a tiny, white collar, with the words 'will you marry me?' engraved in it around the neck of the creature h
A Simple LifeGrace Smith opened her laptop and typed in the password. Her screen saver instantly popped up: a picture of her old house during spring in Callicoon, New York. Her favorite time of year, her mother's flowers had just begun to bloom. Daffodils and tulips were blossoming around greenery peeping out of the dirt. The trees in the front yard were showing signs of life after a particularly hard winter, their buds grew greener with each passing day. She wanted to go back to that time: a time where life was simpler. One day, she'd be able to escape the bills currently overflowing her mailbox she stopped looking for actual mail a long time ago and she'd escape her boring job as an accountant at Eisner & Co.
Grace heaved her shoulders in a sigh as she swiveled to look out of the only window in her view. It was snowing. 'Great.' Nonetheless, she became entranced by the frozen particles floating to the ground, swirling around each other as if in a dance. It stacked on top
AngerHot oil sizzling in a pan
cooking bacon to burnt bits,
lipid edges curl up in defense.
A full reservoir about to break,
releasing it's destruction on a land
awaiting in ignorance.
A sudden wild cat taking down
her prey, draining the life
of another in her clutches.
WhispersSnow collects in piles as a secret is hidden.
A noise in the bushes, her heart leaps;
she's not ready yet, not quite.
Fumbling with her thoughts,
a reckless disaster races through her brain.
Hunched over, shovel ready,
she strikes dirt;
ground gives way,
earth scatters in a frenzy.
thuds echo her racing heart.
A cackle bubbles from her lips.
eyes, a flickering candle, she
glances upon the resting place.
Flakes desperately cover up the lifeless form.
Wrestling with limbs flailing around her,
she buries her past beneath her.
With a pat on the dirt, a heave of the lungs,
she takes a step forward,
a spring in her step,
a weight lifted.
The flakes whisper softly amongst themselves;
they realize she's free from so much pain.
Bright Blue Yarn"Come on Trapper! Look at the string! Chase ME!" I eagerly grabbed the piece of bright blue yarn from my brother's small hand and waved it in front of my cat's striped face. While his eyes tore away from the little terror who had managed to entertain him, he didn't want to chase me. He was supposed to be my kitten; I was the one who took care of him, yet he didn't try to take interest in me enough to play. Determined to win him over, I began to make a dash through my living room. Weaving around the ugly brown couch and past the plush, green recliner, I made my way around the dining table. There was no way Trapper could resist zipping around the legs of the table and chairs. Before I headed for the first turn, I looked back to see whether or not I had caught his attention. Much to my dismay, I hadn't.
That's when it happened.
I hit the corner behind the chair I was about to pass. Misjudging the direction I was running, I was stunned by the thud my head made when it collided with
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