The Angel Boy_Bureau-cats_The Dragon and His Village_The Color of the Sky
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The Angel Boy
A boy was standing in the middle of the street. No one noticed him. No one ever did. He was like a snowflake landing to add itself to a never-ending pile. A pile that was large enough for no one to even wonder what the names of the snowflakes were. But the boy was so much more than just a snowflake. He had a thousand dreams, many desires, and a pair of wings. They spread around him, their white feathers almost glowing in the dark. He looked like an angel and still no one saw him. No one noticed how the tears streaking his cheeks were a bloody color and how his eyes were too blue to be human. H...
Bureau-cats
CW: Brief, non-graphic violence.The meow of the kwww.onedoor.cclaxon called me to my third appointment. Finally, it was time for me to be seen. I weaved my way across the waiting room between bowls of cream, balls of yarn, and litter trays. Trust me, I wasn’t about to spring onto all fours and play with a ball of yarn whilst awaiting the outcome of my death. Why those bureau-cats left their rubbish lying around in a waiting room for humans was beyond me.I hopped onto the escalator. A vast network of criss-crossing stairways conveyed me to my destination. I slowed to a halt outside a fifty-foot-high door, in...
The Dragon and His Village
Somewhere within a distant mountain sat a dragon atop a pile of gold. This was not a scary dragon, with rows of razor sharp teeth and talons the size of full grown men. This dragon had claws which it could at best use to scratch the scales behind its pointy ears, and while it did have sharp teeth, it had developed a liking for vegetarian options, particularly bounties of fruits and steamed root vegetables. It liked to add in the occasional pot roast or succulent grilled chicken, but on the whole it preferred the colorful, leafy kind of food.This dragon was named Sam, and his mountain was Eten...
The Color of the Sky
Prairie slid her closet open fifteen-and-a-half inches exactly, ensuring that the runner lined up perfectly with the neat pencil mark she'd made on the doorframe. She counted to five, then reached in and grabbed her Monday outfit. Prairie had one outfit for each day of the week, and an eighth, Emergency Outfit in case Something Went Wrong.It had been five months, two weeks, and three days since the last time her Emergency Outfit had been needed.She dressed, carefully watching the clock. Seven minutes and forty seconds - that was the time allocated to dressing. Too slow, and her entire schedule...