I awake with a sudden jolt. As I slowly peeled my eyelids open I could see dim light filtering in through my bedroom window, it was morning. Turning over, I reached for my watch on my nightstand which read “5:47 a.m.” I felt tiredness spread throughout my body after learning I woke up too early, but I reluctantly pulled myself up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. As I gazed across my bedroom, I regretfully discovered little light-brown piles of what looked like mashed baby food; my cat had thrown up her food again. It was a partial minefield of brown piles on the dark green carpet; I wasn’t looking forward to cleaning it up. Something caught my attention across my room. I examined the brown and black-trimmed tv cabinet, stared at the thirty-inch screen, and focused until Nala appeared.
A little furry calico cat named Nala had poked her head around from the back of the screen which startled me. She gave an innocent meow as she caught my gaze and hurriedly attempted to maneuver out from behind the tv, acting as though see had been caught red-handed doing something wrong. As...
The first thing which caught my attention was a photo of n “innocent kitten” and next to it was a caption. The caption was only eleven words; however within those eleven words the writer has given me a sympathetic connection towards it also, since they have used the term “kitten” it makes it seem more defenceless.
Nor did she look in the blue bag. Instead she rummaged in her purse. In her hand appeared two bills. "You really and truly, earned this," she said handing them over. "Thank you for all your help, my pet." Rosaura felt her arms stiffen, stick close to her body, and then she noticed her mother 's hand on her shoulder. Instinctively she pressed herself against her mother 's body. That was all. Except her eyes. Rosaura 's eyes had a cold, clear look that fixed itself on Senora Ines 's face. Senora Ines, motionless, stood there with her hand outstretched. As if she didn 't dare draw it back. As if the slightest change might shatter an infinitely delicate
This place is revolting; there is mold everywhere. It’s like a receptacle for disposing food and rubbish. No, I’m not talking about a trash can. I’m talking about Mrs. Pratchett’s house. My mother sent me over here to look after her because she’s been missing for a while. The house was a dingy gray Victoriana. The brickwork was crumbling away. There was a sinister threat within. The path to the door was overgrown with bushes whose thorns reached out to capture me. I walk through the open door and the floor didn’t show any signs of water, which is astonishing because last night it rained. I am currently standing in what appears to be the living room, or the dining room according to all the food everywhere. Milk way past their expiration date, the doors are a shade of many colors, rotten pizza on the ceiling fan, little bits of candy sprinkled on the floor like a cupcake. Dead, wilted brown flowers in a poorly chosen vase. I mean a carnation pink vase with this ugly mustard yellow walls? That is a fashion don’t. There is a putrid smell, like a dead animal mixed with body odor. I assume it was probably one of the many cats that ate the chocolate. Wondering how a person could be this disheveled, I walk over to the fireplace and see coal. There’s nothing unusual about that except it’s still warm. A cat scampers across my feet to the back of the couch. Thinking "there probably shouldn’t be another dead cat while I’m here." I go and find some food for it to eat and set out a bowl. I then walk to look behind the couch to check on it. Guess what? It’s not a dead cat that I was smelling, it was a human corpse. Being closer there was a penetrating smell, as if a dozen eggs had been left out to rot. It’s unclear to me how long he’s been dead ...
It begins nine in the years past, I sit on my bed stricken with fear of what hides beneath me, as I shriek for my parents, tears drip down my face, and hairs erect from my limbs. In horror, I hide behind my parents’ baggy pajamas with a hope of having protection from the unknown monster. “Honey, there is nobody in your closet or under the bed. Let mommy and
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When Dad put Baby Sister in his arms, Aaron’s eyes opened wide. “She’s so warm. And she feels so…floppy.” Dad snapped the picture and then took another one for good measure. Baby Sister fluttered her eyelids a bit and gurgled. Some really icky-looking stuff dribbled from her mouth. Before Aaron had time to ask his dad about it, there was another smell. Aaron knew what that was. “Oh, gross. She pooped on me!” He held Baby Sister high off his lap, and Dad snatched her. “Yuck.” Aaron jumped out of the chair, charged into the bathroom and slammed the door. He took two gulps of fresh air and opened the door a crack. The stench rolled toward the door from the funny-looking bed where Dad was changing Baby Sister. The sides of Baby Sister’s bed were clear, and she was looking right at him. Then the smell hit Aaron, and he slammed the door again. How could he ever have thought she smelled good! She smelled awful. “She’s going to stink up our whole house,” Aaron shouted through the door. “Remember when Mugsy had an accident in the house. It stunk really bad and this is worse.”
Water. This is my first thought as I slowly manage to pull my eyes open and squint against the harsh sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My mouth feels like I’m holding a cotton ball between my teeth and I blindly reach for a water bottle on my nightstand. As I bring the bottle to my lips I nearly cry out from the splitting pain that is coming from my head. I stumble to the bathroom in search of Advil and pause when I glance at my reflection. My hair is disheveled and I’m still wearing last night’s clothes. My eyes are bloodshot and mascara coats my under eyes, my lips dry and cracked. The events of the previous night play through my mind. The pounding music that makes my head hurt just thinking about it, the stuffy basement and a
I walked down the hall of Raymond Academy. I walked down until Faith grabbed me by the arm. I spun around and she dragged me into the nearest room. "What is going on?" I asked when she closed the door. "So? Are you going to tell me where this came from." She asked holding an envelope up. " Niro, what is that?" My voice sounded tired and confused.
Your cat has been diagnosed with Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease (FLUTD). FLUTD describes a collection of conditions that can affect the bladder and urethra of cats. Cats will show signs of difficulty and pain when urinating, increased frequency of urination, and blood in the urine. Affected cats tend to lick their genital area excessively, and sometimes they will urinate outside the litter box, often preferring cool, smooth surfaces like a tile floor or a bathtub. This syndrome can have many possible causes such as stones, obstructions or idiopathic cystitis.
As I walk in the house from a long, exhausting day at work, I plop down on the couch. I can see the moon’s bright beams seeping in through the livingroom bay window and onto the floor. I hobble ungracefully upstairs to my sleeping children’s rooms and kiss their foreheads goodnight. Then make my way back down stairs to mine and my wife’s warm, cozy bed. I can feel a cool breeze sweeping through the house. When I get to my bedroom I see her wrapped up tight in the covers. The outline of her body can be seen through the fabric, she’s wrapped up so tight. I decide to leave her alone and sleep without covers tonight. As I lie down, I slowly drift off to sleep.
The cat had startled me something awful, and when I turned around to see where it had gone, to my surprise it was still there, right behind me now just sitting on the lawn. It was staring at me intensely with its hazel eyes, and to me it was like looking at a ghost.
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
I left the bag opened for Emma and stood next to her on my tiptoes, even though it only gave me a few inches in height, I reached for the cupboard above the bowl of fruit and on the lowest shelf to grab a couple of the cups that were meant for us. Easy access. Plastic. Only ever filled with water, milk, or the occasional orange juice. Only left the kitchen to go to the dining room. Setting them both down on the round kitchen table, I sullenly pranced from one corner of the kitchen to the opposite, from the food cupboard to the magnet-and-drawing-covered fridge. Opening the doors dramatically, I reached for the milk with both hands and turned around quickly to set it on the other side of the table. As I shut the doors, I looked to Emma to see if she would
I woke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my first born child. I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed up against my wife sleeping next to me. I began to worry about my baby. I got up slowly, so that I didn’t wake my wife. I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and began walking cautiously to her room. I approached the doorway and peaked around the corner. To my surprise, my wife was standing there, rubbing the baby to calm it down. I dropped the bat and started to walk toward her. I hesitated, remembering that my wife was still asleep in our bed. “Rachel…?” I said quietly, taking slower steps. She didn’t turn around.
WOOF! WOOF! I slowly became awake out of a late night daze to hearing Lucy and Susie barking as someone was banging on the door loudly. It was around noon, I knew this only because you could hear my mom’s soaps from down the hall. You could feel the untouched chill from the tiles pressed on your feet as you walked towards the living room. I stumble from my sleepy haze to see that my mom was hiding behind the huge white wooden door peering through the peep hole. While looking to see who was on the other side of the door, she whispered to me go to in my room and take the dogs with me. Knowing better to challenge my mother’s words, I grabbed the fluff of black fur, Lucy, and encouraged Susie to follow me as I went into my room. When walking into the room every little sound became ten times louder, Susie’s paws taping on the cold tiles walking towards her bed by the nightstand. Closing the white door behind us, the warm natural light from the evening sun shining in my room was enough light for me to see the entirety of my huge master bedroom so I turned the lights off. Laying on my king sized bed staring at the ceiling, I could hear faint sounds coming from the living room where my mom loudly argued with the principal, and I slowly started to sink in the huge bed. After sitting around for what felt like forever, I decided to put Harvest Moon Magical Melody on my silver Nintendo GameCube, to distract me from whatever conversations going on. While playing the game, I was