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Purr
PurrI had smelled death on her for a while. As the time came near, I spent more and more time laying on her bed next to her. I aligned my body next to her chest - The bad spot was there, in her breast, where she would have suckled her kittens. I purred as loud as I could, trying to comfort her with my vibration. I hope I helped; I could feel that her pain was eating her alive. At the very end the man took me away and shut the door between me and my person. He never understood us. I know she would have wanted me there but she was too weak to ask for me. It hurt too much to be outside her door,...
Jenny - My true love
It was a fine Sunday evening; I went out with my parents to a garden fence for spending some cool time. I was just 7 years old and the only adorable daughter of my parents, who were ready to do anything for my happiness. I always felt bad for myself, as my parents went out for their job; I was left at home with our maid without any siblings or friends to play with me. As that Sunday, I was feeling bored at home, they took me to the garden, nearby our residence, where we used to visit usually.For an hour, I walked through the whole garden, but there too, I felt quite bored and lonely. My pare...
Kira the Ghost
Kira Simonian was 32 years old when she died. She was an art student on the brink of finishing her MFA when she was bludgeoned to death by her husband, Matthew Gretz, in her own apartment. He stabbed her 15 times in the chest, and if you thought that wasn’t enough, he also smashed her head in with a hammer. Her body was found lying in a pool of blood in the living room, next to the murder weapons, also covered in blood. Her husband had fled to New York, and in the weeks following her murder, he relished in playing the role of grieving husband. Nobody suspected a thing, until the police recover...
Who We Are
From the sofa, Jimmy opened the fridge and floated the Pepsi through the kitchen, down the hallway and into the living room. He reached up as it approached and pulled the soda down, the cap twisting off as he brought it toward his mouth. He took the lid with his free hand and drank. Closing thebottle, he sent it to the table. He tried to find something to watch, but it was all the same old shit. Movies he'd seen a hundred times, reruns of shows that were barely worth watching. Everything was just a remake or a reboot or a slight spin on an old idea which played out the same in the end. No one ...