A Cat's Purpose_Love Conquers_killed in the snow_WINTER WONDERLAND
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A Cat's Purpose
It’s not easy being cursed… or at least when everyone thinks you’re cursed, but what’s the difference? Even if you’re not, what does it matter if everyone thinks you are? After all, if everyone thinks you’re ugly, then you are even if you’re not, because of what the people around you think. That’www.onedoor.ccs how it’s always been for me, being a one-eyed cat living in an abandoned temple. People walk in, kids, adults, teens... even the occasional old couple. They come looking to play around, but when they see me walk around the corner they scream, “Aaauugh! A cat! This place is haunted! Get out or we’ll ...
Love Conquers
My name is Olivia James and this is the tale of my afterlife, or at least so I thought. It all started on a Monday afternoon in the middle of November, I woke up that day to see the beautiful pristine snow, silently falling to the ground. It was such an amazing sight to see, the sun’s rays were beaming off the freshly fallen snow, and it gave me joy. I was so excited to see the snow I hurriedly got out of bed and put on my winter coat. As I stepped out of my house onto the porch I could immediately feel the crisp winter air, just the thought of it made my cheeks flush. I haven’t been out of...
killed in the snow
*SCREEEETCHHH*That was the last thing I heard before I felt a sharp pain causing me to wake up. Question was, where am I? I woke up in a strange yet familiar place, it looked like the place I grew up, small town called Ashland, Nebraska. It was always snowy, or at least from what I remember of it. The house still looked, and smelt the same. Although the same garlic type smell was there since I was young and the house still had it's rustic yet modern physique, it felt off, as if there was a presence there I couldn't see but I could sense. Once I stood up off the carpeted floor I ended up laying...
WINTER WONDERLAND
The world was frozen solid, her fingertips were frozen solid. As she shuffled slowly across the glassy pavement, she noticed that she had been loosening her arms so that the thick coat slipped halfway down her body. The sharp sting of cold air prickling against her delicate skin felt euphoric. She had walked far from home and yet she was exactly where she wished to be... no more yelling, no more screaming, no more monsters, just the simple shock of frosty air and the numbness that trailed closely behind. She was walking faster now, willing the numbness to catch her and hold her. The air pulle...