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My Rotting heart.

It was as he held me in his arms as if I were his dearest love, and showed me companionship I never felt before that I was convinced that he was mine…

I am still naive and I still have an innocent heart of sorts and lack experience in those more mature type of relationships. Perhaps that’s why with only a few sweet words, only a few compliments thrown my way, and your dazzling smile my heart already melted for you.

Normally I try to hide myself away in the depths of my emotions. I don’t like getting attached, those 2D character from games, anime, and cartoons serve as the best type of love I should have. I convince myself that that is for the best because I generally have nothing else that I want more.

Usually I would have the occasional fancy, ‘oh he’s hot’ or ‘I would like that’ but passing fancy is all it is. I’m too much of an awkward human to ever really go further in a romance.

Honestly the most I’ve done is gone on two dates with another human being, held hands with them, had a small first peck for a first kiss. Then be told actually we were better off as friends. I guess I freaked him out, I guess I was forcing my hobbies and my tendencies on someone who didn’t share the same traits as myself. I felt that was unfair, they asked me out yet I was the one that had to deal with the ending and had no power over any of it.

Because of that I lost my confidence.

I don’t have the courage to like another person. ‘They don’t honestly think I’m pretty. They don’t honestly like me. They’ll realise how weird I am and that will be the end of that.’ Is what I always think.

But then You somehow shuffled into my life with your profound knowledge of the things that I love best. Telling me I’m pretty, giving me hugs every time we meet, telling me that I’m weird, but that’s okay. liking the characters I like, enjoying my jokes. Telling me that ‘any man that didn’t date you or dumped you is obviously missing out’.

For someone as naive as me I fall for things like that very quickly. I wanted to be content with being your friend but I ended up wanting that tiny bit more. That tiny bit more which I had already told myself I’d given up on. That tiny bit more which I watched daily in the lives of my favourite characters or jealously at the ones in real life.

After talking to my therapy guru I mustered the courage to confess to you. You gave me a hug and my heart fluttered. I was so light. So hopeful.

But then you said ‘sorry I can’t, not now. I’m seeing someone…but I don’t want us to change. I want to continue hanging out with you.’ You told me not to be upset. You said they’re not your girlfriend just someone you’re seeing at the moment and you want to be fair to them .

But unbeknown to you I’ve already hidden myself in my heart again. Sure we’ll still hang out. But now every time I see you I’ll feel this tinge of melancholy. I’ve already returned to my world of 2D characters and reading my manga.

I hate real people.

I wonder if romantic love is real.

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Happy Halloween!!!!

Tis the season to be scary, to be jolly to have some creepy fun.

I love Halloween!🎃 🎃

Some people say to me that they find Halloween too scary. Someone actually told me once that they believed only Satanists could enjoy Halloween, which in my opinion is absolute stupidity. Then again she was a five year old girl and her father was the pastor of a church so her delusions can be forgiven, but still It’s not like we run around like deranged maniacs singing paganist songs.

I am, hopefully like the rest of you reading this blog, a normal person that celebrates Halloween for its enjoyable conventions, not summoning the undead.

For example I have the best time collecting sweets of all kinds despite the fact that I’m probably too old to be doing so.

Like most of us during the spooky season I enjoy drsssing up as any fantasy character I so desire and being entirely accepted for it. Unlike the weird looks you get on a train when travelling to a comic con convention, everyone is perfectly comfortable with your extra, and perhaps insane appearance. Because the season allows society to accept your craziness, even if it is for only one week or a day.

On Halloween you can go to mad parties with your friends. One of my friends went as a samurai when we went to a club recently and was waving his sword all over the place, drunk out of his mind, and not a soul batted their eyes.

Generally Halloween I believe is an innocent season where you have the ability to express yourself, eat as much sweets as you want and have all kinds of fun with your friends.

So all my dear readers have a fab Halloween!!!!

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There are always comrades in life.

Whenever you believe no one cares, you’re wrong.

Its funny to believe that in a world filled with millions to billions of people, you’re alone. That none of them care about you.

That line of thought in general is irrational. It’s statistically impossible, because your single life in one way or another has affected the lives thousands of people.

Yet this irrational line of thought is one that I kept returning to in my anxiety.

I understand and I constantly remind myself that there are many people that care about my existence.

There are many people that care about your existence but you’re just not aware.

When you’re in your darkest place, in your black hole of emotions there will always be someone there, there will always be someone that will notice. Someone that will ask after you. Reach their hand out to you. Someone to be your real friend, your place of sanctuary, your family.

It is mine, and also your job to notice the people that care. The longer you stay in your isolated little bubble of depression, thinking that no one cares about you is the longer you ignore the people that actually do care and are there for you.

Recently I started my first year of University and I’m facing the challenges of undergraduate life. Being seperated from my friends and family led me to periods of weird anxiety because I was feeling inexplicably lonely and pitying myself because I felt that I had no friends and that even If I did they didn’t care. Those kinds of negative thoughts were making me tired and sad.

I don’t like being sad or tired, I like being the positive person that makes others laugh. That refreshing breeze on a summer morning or the comforting moonlight on the darkest night. That is the type of person I want to be. Someone reliable.

During this recent Month of University I have made many friends, I have met amazing people and they noticed when I was feeling down. They noticed when I was feeling ill. I have smiled brightly and have remained positive.

They cared.

My lifetime bestfriend messages me, my family calls me. I am not alone.

I know I am loved.

There will always be people around me and around you, that will care. Knowing that they’re there makes me so much stronger.

It may seem dumb to write down ‘you’re not alone’, ‘someone cares’, as it seems so obvious. Yet actually it’s a fact so easily forgotten.

Remember you’re loved.

Have a great day xxxx

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My blackhole of feelings.

Do I actually have friends, I used to wonder this.

The same people that say they are my friends will exclude me from things, hang out amongst themselves and then when confronted they’d make excuses. When I thought I’d left one set of friends that made me feel this way I ran into another set of people that did the same. Leaving me trapped in my anxiety.

I can’t help but wonder, am I only an accessory to them, just someone they can have around to hype up their evening. When I’ve made them feel good and happy they forget about me. They use me for their own convenience.

It’s especially hard when one of them only uses you to moan about their feelings, never ever considering that you too may have feelings. Never considering that their words may make you upset and tired from their self-centred and contrived actions.

Am I really a human being then? Perhaps I am not. Perhaps I am just another fleeting thought. Perhaps I mean nothing to anyone.

I try to stay positive. I tell myself I’m fine, I have a family that loves me, isn’t that enough? I try hard in my studies, I always do my absolute best no matter what, isn’t that enough?

Yet why do I feel like there is a black hole where my heart should be. I want to cry but no tears come from my eyes just waves upon waves of panic.

I want to be loved by everyone, does that make me attention seeking? I want to be friends with everyone, I try so hard to be the positive and happy person but that only makes me come off as weird and awkward and embarrassing, right?

I have no one to talk to. Or more like I’m too afraid to directly talk to anyone. I’m worried they’ll think I’m seeking attention, I’m worried they’ll continue to ignore me.

I have spoken before. I have told people my feelings.

Yet I just get hit with “Babes I wasn’t doing that.” or “If you’d just told me I was making you feel like that I would have done something different.” or “Don’t worry about that I’m here for you.”

You don’t understand. Those words don’t reassure me. Instead they make me feel expectant. They make me believe in you more, value you more. So that when you fail me I feel 10x more disappointed, isolated and neglected.

I will probably never tell you how you’ve made me feel or what you did. To you its likely something small. Like not talking to me for a day or a week because you assumed I was ‘busy’, hanging out and making plans without me, not messaging me.

To you my feelings are secondary.

I’ll probably bottle it inside and the next time you see me I’ll smile. I’ll never let it on that I’m hurting that you’ve made me feel like utter shit. Because I am the type of person that bottles emotions inside. After I mention it once I seldom mention it twice.

I feel trapped in my mind in a shell of constant worries and most nights I can’t sleep because of it. The insomnia makes me tired, my anemia increases that tiredness and the anxiety puts me further on edge, yet I’ll still smile at you and act like everything’s okay. When it isn’t.

The only person that made me stable that removed these concerns was my sister, but now that we’re separated I feel myself going off the deep end. I don’t want to bother her with my problems, I miss her deeply.

I’m hurting. I want a hug… I want a lot more than that… I want some type of help…. That’s what I’m asking for in actuality. This is just one big cry for help that isn’t directed at one single person, but actually all my friends.

These are my feelings.

Sad thing is, I know none of you actually care that deeply, or check up on me, it’s unlikely any of you will ever read this other than random strangers or my close family…do I have any real friends?

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Short story

Abarta

I woke up last week on a Sunday, quite early, with a dream stuck in my head. It kept buzzing in my skull so loud, chanting ‘write me’, ‘write me!’. So I decided, ‘why not’. So this is the weird dream I had.

I named it ‘Abarta’ because the hero of the story reminded me of the mischievous God from old Irish tales.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

Ann’s fingers tapped impatiently on her desk.

As the clock slowly ticked every second for Ann seemed to expand into hours, then those hours seemed to expand into eternity until Ann felt that no time had passed at all. Her teacher yapped on and on.

Ann’s eyes wandered out the window, staring at the gorgeous sunny weather where the insects buzzed in heated frenzy and the sky seduced her with its gorgeous sapphire blue.

Ann found her feet tapping, our young lass couldn’t wait for the bell to ring, for her freedom to be given. With the ending of this class it would also signify the beginning of the Summer holidays. The start of relaxation, days of doing nothing but sun-bathing on the trampoline she had in her garden, eating creamy ice-cream or sucking flavoured popsicles to her hearts content. Ann couldn’t wait for Summer where she could lazily chatter with her friends, go shopping, be free to take matters at her own pace without the pressures of homework, studying or exams. Yes Summer, to Ann the very word itself gave off a refreshing scent that relaxed her. Ann wanted to grab her Summer by the coattails and jump into his welcoming embrace.

She looked away from the window towards her teacher, it seemed like his senseless speech was coming to an end. She could feel it, and not just herself, everyone in Ann’s class sensed it. Students sat up straighter, grabbing their bags, their legs positioning themselves to sprint towards the door. Their eyes inadvertently staring out the window with fervour. Ann felt the tension, it made her gulp. The sticky heat caused her long black hair to stick to her neck, her uniform wet with sweat. She began loosening her tie.

“It’s sad that this is the last day I’ll ever be teaching this class. I hope this has been a fun lesson for you all. Soon you will be moving on to bigger and better things, whether that will be employment, higher education, or an apprenticeship. No matter what you do I wish you all the best. I hope everyone has an amazing holiday and at the same time you are all safe and careful.” Babbled the teacher. “Now I’ll see most of you at the upcoming graduation but for some of you this is the last time. I wish you the best on results day. I want you all to know that it has been an honour to be your teacher…” Despite the tear-jerking and lovely speech being given all Ann heard was ‘blah blah blah’. Her eyes were focused on the clock. ‘Damn it’ she thought to herself, ‘only one more minute to the bell rings, can’t he just let us out early for crying out loud. I can already hear people running in the corridors, just let us go already!’

It was as she thought these exact words that her teacher, who was now crying, said, “Okay all of you just go.” A second after a shrill bell rang throughout the school and through Ann’s classroom. In that moment most of the students, including our protagonist, heartlessly ran out. She rushed through the corridors weaving between the chatting teens or pre-teens, straight into the overwhelming heat wave outside, and she continued running desperately until she was at the entrance of the school, near those black steel gates.

There she halted.

She stood next to the gates waiting. Stood there as rows upon rows of students walked past her or cars drove by. Ann stood there even as her friends called out to her, she refused to leave with them. Her eyes were continuously darting as she searched for someone, and then he came.

A male student walked out of the building surrounded by many other peers. There are a variety of characters all chatting and cheerful, yet among them he stood out. There’s this frivolous air about him. With a glance, you can tell he’s popular, especially with his tall height, and handsomely sculpted features. Nicholas, that is the name of the boy Ann waited for. He caused her heart to pound erratically, her eyes to light up, and her fists to clench. Step by step with his envoy of peers as he walked ever closer and closer towards her, Ann found her face becoming red. As he walked past the gate for two seconds his eyes connected with hers. For our Ann, these seconds pleasantly felt like hours, however in reality seconds are only seconds and quickly the moment passed and he was gone. Ann slumped and leaned against the gate.

“I blew my last chance… Yet again I couldn’t talk to him…I’m such an idiot. You’re such an idiot Ann…I’m such an idiot.” She said to herself over and over. Ann stood outside the gate for a longer period, even though she no longer had anyone to wait for. It was only when she saw the school caretakers with their large keys starting to lock up, did she move.

‘Right’ she thought to herself, ‘I was heading home.’ She pulled her rucksack closer to her body, and as bitter frustrated tears cascaded down her cheeks she turned out the gate onto the street beyond.

Our dear Ann walked down the mismatched pavement of which was all shades of grey, she found herself wandering aimlessly. There is a saying that home is where the heart is, perhaps that’s the reason why Ann could not find her way home while her heart was in disarray. You see Ann had a very common youthful worry. This worry is love. Since the day Ann had begun school, going back to her nursey days, there had always been one boy that she had kept her eyes on. He was Nicholas, he was beautiful, kind, intelligent and sporty and was the type of person that would always be surrounded by a crowd of people. Nicholas was someone that many people loved. In contrast Ann, although a very pretty girl; with clear soft skin, long silky black hair and large emerald eyes of whom had many secret admirers, was also a very shy and introverted individual. She wasn’t outgoing and only had a small set of close friends, her quiet nature prevented her from ever approaching Nicholas. For years she watched him from far away, admiring him, however now she could no longer do this. Summer signified the last day of Secondary school and the last day of her ever-seeing Nicholas. She had thought that today she could gain the confidence to finally approach him but instead all she could accomplish was looking at him from afar, as usual.

Drops of water began to fall on the ground, almost as if the heavens were crying in pity for Ann, the summer humidity turned into grey clouds and a damp nauseous smell permeated the air. Startled Ann quickly searched through her rucksack and pulled out her umbrella. As she opened it up and looked at her surroundings she suddenly realised she was lost. Somehow and at some point, she had ended up at a crossroads, the way behind and in front looked the same and there were no signs indicating her whereabouts.

‘Where on earth am I!!!’ she thought, slowly starting to panic.

“Do you need my help?” asked a deep and sultry voice. It was clear and loud and Ann heard it above the sound of the rain, almost as if it was whispered in her ear. She jumped in fright and looked left and right but she saw no one.

“Down here, love.”

Ann found herself glancing down. There she saw a young-looking man, he was sitting in the middle of the road getting soaked in the rain. When our dear Ann saw him, her heart couldn’t help but quicken slightly. For he was the most gorgeous person she had ever met, even more beautiful than Nicholas. His skin was so fair that he looked like snow, his hair was platinum in colour, he had long eyelashes and those eyelashes framed stunning almond eyes. His lips were plump and pink and all his features were perfectly symmetrical. Perhaps it was his hair or eyes but to Ann this man seemed almost celestial.

As their eyes met he gave her a wide smile. “Ann, do you need my help?” he asked.

Ann was so mesmerised by his appearance that it took her a few moments to realise that he said her name.

“You know me!?”

“Well of course, do you not know me Ann?”

Ann found herself at a loss, she could only shake her head in response and stare, she couldn’t remember ever meeting him and was certain that she would remember someone so stunning if she had.

He made a sad expression, his lips pursed and his brows furrowed with irritation. Then he sighed, “I guess that is only natural, most mortals never remember a trip to the otherworld on the night of Samhain.” As he said this he slowly got to his feet, as he stood all the rain magically stopped, as if he was controlling it.

He walked up to Ann and cupped her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks. “My beloved you have been crying.” He softly purred. “You shouldn’t cry.” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.

Ann was shocked, surprised, thoroughly taken aback. A man she had never met before was telling her nonsense and had hugged her. In this type of situation, she should have felt terrified and ran, for all she knew this man could be dangerous or had some perverse ulterior motives, however in his embrace Ann felt warm and comforted. She found tears spilling from her eyes and she held him tighter and hugged him closer.

Ann and the strange man held each other for a long time. It wasn’t until she heard a happy jingle from her pocket did she hastily withdraw from him. She rustled in her blazer and pulled out her mobile phone. It was her Mother.

“Why aren’t you home yet? Do you know it’s five ‘o’clock? I thought your school finished early today, why aren’t you home yet?”

Ann had to hold her phone away from her ear as her mother barraged her with questions, “Is it really five…sorry Mum. Mum. Mum! Calm down, I just got lost along the journey. I’ll be home soon. I stayed at school a bit longer…umm to talk to the teacher and then it was raining and I got a bit lost…Don’t worry about it. I’ll be home soon…Yes, I am hungry, so please leave dinner for me. Thanks Mum, cool I’ll see you soon.” Ann hung up the phone sighing.

“Pffft”, she heard a snigger, the strange man was laughing. “Your mother and yourself have a lovely relationship now, that is good.” He stated and continued to chuckle.

Ann blinked, she had never told a soul about her past issues with her Mother. When she was young she had told her Mum she could see fairies and had spoken to Gods. Her Mother had thought her crazy and in her younger years she was constantly put through therapy. After that she could never feel comfortable around her Mother or tell her honest feelings for a long time. Their relationship had gotten better though.

Ann felt scared because she had never told anyone about that. How did he know? She began to wonder if she actually had been close to this stranger.

He flashed her a mischievous grin and grabbed her hand. “I should re-introduce myself as we walk home together.”

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-walk h-h-h-home t-t-t-together?” Ann stuttered, her face scarlet.

“I know the way.” He claimed and pulled her along with him as he confidently strolled in a random direction. Ann helplessly followed him, intrigued.

As Ann walked with the gorgeous stranger she noticed the sky transition into a purple hue, the clouds came lower until the ground itself was covered by a cooling mist. The streets transformed into a forest. Soon they were walking past trees heading up a steep mountain.

“My name is Abarta.” He whispered, his words were carried by the wind into her ear.

As Ann heard these words shock filled her eyes. “Abarta! You can’t be.”

“I told you I’d come back for you.”

His grip on her hand tightened.

“Forget your mortal worries, forget that boy Nicholas. Forget your mother. I am all you need”

A spell was cast each time he said forget. Ann could no longer remember Nicholas or Mother. Nothing mattered anymore. Ann felt herself becoming tired, her head heavy. Her phone dropped somewhere along the way.

As they walk deeper into the mist Abarta said, “Do not worry Ann, I will look after you. All of us have missed you so much.”

We did miss our dear Ann. As Abarta took her to the Otherworld, we watched her each step. We whispered to each other in joy. This time we will keep our Ann, we said to each other.

Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Trouble and Ghost.

“Why were you out so late.” She demanded, her arms crossed in an obviously angry posture. There were dark circles under her obsidian-like eyes and tears had smudged her mascara into oblivion. Her lips trembled as she stared at her son.

“I was so worried when you didn’t come home last night. I went out looking for you but all I found was little Meme running around the park by herself, her leash on the floor. I started assuming the absolute worst. I even called up the police, but those useless fools said they couldn’t do anything unless you had been missing for more than ten hours. How dumb is that! If you’d been missing for that long you could have been killed by someone. I screamed the police station down until they restrained me and an officer had to bring me home. I stayed up the entire night waiting for you and then you come waltsing into the house at 8am like nothing happened. You better explain yourself young man!!”

Max was in a daze, he nervously glanced at her, he felt his heart ache. His Mother only had him and he only had his Mother. In the entire world they could only rely on each other. He could understand why his Mother was so worried, she’d lost his Dad in a similiar way. One day when Max was only three his Father went out to buy some milk, but he never came back. He didn’t take anything with him so the police decided that it might be a kidnapping rather than running away but there was no evidence and no leads. His Mother had felt so nervous that they constantly moved from town to town until they finally settled in this small village area that was 3 hours away from the biggest city.

Max wanted to tell his Mother everything but he found that his tongue was stuck in his throat, the words he wanted to tell her just couldn’t come out. It was for obvious reasons though. Firstly there was no way at all that his Mother world believe him. I mean if Max told his Mother that he met a ghost, named Ghost in the park and that Ghost took him to a party where he had a drinking competition with elves and fairies he was a hundred percent certain that she would scream at him for lying, or worse she might think there’s something wrong with his head. Max didn’t want to be seen as crazy and he knew no one would believe what he had to say.

So instead he hung his head low and said, “I’m sorry Mother. I met a friend in the Park and he said there was a cool party going on. He convinced me to take a look and I did, but I had too much to drink and then before I knew it it was morning.” At least this wasn’t a complete lie.

Mrs Malis’s face turned a slight purple with anger. “You mean to tell me you went to some random party and got drunk. You’re not even 18 Max!” She shrieked, “I made a fool of myslef, probably the entire village knows I was running around looking for you last night whilst you were at a damn party. And I sent you hundreds of texts and you couldn’t reply to even one of them, eh?!!”

Max shuffled his feet. “I left my phone on my bed last night.” he mumbled.

“I bloody know that because I found it on your bed last night!!!”

“…” Max could only silently stare at the floor.

“You are grounded. You will only leave the house for school. You will have no phone, no computer, no internet acess no anything for a month. Only study and reflect on your actions!”

Max couldn’t even protest as he watched his Mother go upstairs, take all his electrical appliances, from his phone, laptop, Xbox, TV and then put them all into the cellar, locking the door. She placed the key in her breast pocket.

“I’m going to the police station to tell them it was a false alarm.” She Announced as she slipped on her shoes and angrily slammed the door behind her. Leaving Max sighing. This was so unfair, he thought. Everything had spiralled so rapidly out of control, how was he supposed to know any of that was going to happen.

“Geez that sucks.”

Max jumped out of his skin and saw Ghost leaning against his corridor wall, wearing his trademark orange jumpsuit.

“How long have you been there?” Max snapped at him grumpily.

“Long enough.” said Ghost. “If its any consolation I’ll keep you company.”

“Oh joy.”

“Honestly, I mean it.” Ghost was suddenly right in front of Max. “Let’s be friends. Max I want to show you a whole new world. ”

Max frowned in response. “Oh Joy.”

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Did you know Cats fly at minight?

It was yet another night for me. When I walked home from a late shift at the local chip store, alone, the only company being the odd streetlight placed haphazardly along the country road.

The air was brittle, every breath that escaped my lips turned into misty white cloud floating up into the sky.  As I walked my heart was pounding quickly. This was because to the left and right of the country road was seemingly endless forest, that was steeped in darkness, and seemed to menacingly glare at me with every step I took forward.

I was scared out of my wits. It wasn’t like this was the first time I had taken this route home but I still wasn’t used to it. All the old classic horror stories of being dragged into the forest by some monster filled my evey thought. My every limb was shaking with fear and with each second my steps became more and more hurried.

To distract myself I began singing, singing practically anything, and I mean anything. From RiceGum and KSI tracks to old Linkin Park and Kings of Leon songs. I sang at the top of my lungs and ran down the country road. In hindsight I must have looked like a right twat, singing off pitched like a drunk guy at a pub on Christmas Eve, running down a well lit country road at full pelt. At the time, however, I was too scared to think about my image.

Just as I was nearing the end of the road and about to make my last brave spurt to safety. There was a sudden ‘kakakaka’ sound and then all the streetlights went out with a ‘bliiiip’. I was standing in sheer darkness that I couldn’t tell my left from right. As you can guess I was scared shitless. Rather than screaming or continuing to run in the direction I was heading, I was so petrified I stood there in silence.

My heart thudded loud in my chest, it seemed freakishly loud. It was then that I felt something soft and velvety rub against my jeans. I screeched. Not gonna lie I nearly fainted. I looked down the tension rising, wondering what was touching me and I saw large green eyes staring back.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could make out the figure of a Cat. “Oh it’s just a kitty.” I sighed in relief.

“You seem panicked Human, do you need some help?”

“….”

The Cat rubbed against my legs more, opened it’s mouth wide and yelled. “Human I am speaking to you!!”

“….”

I didn’t know what to think. I was too freaked. I rubbed my ears and my temple. ‘I must be hallucinating, I guess I am pretty tired’ I thought, however after I calmed myself down that Cat was still staring at me with its big eyes.

“Human I will take you home.” it said.

The Cats fur began to glow, and just like that it floated into the air. “Come Human, follow me.” It commanded and flew forward.

Stunned and convinced that this was a weird dream I followed it silently and soon enough I was on the well lit pavement of my street and my house was right in front of me.

The Cat floated on the ground. “Stay safe Human.” it said like some cheesy line a comic-book superhero would say. I could only stare blankly as it strolled away.

It was only as I opened the door to my house, took off my shoes, brushed my teeth, put on my jammies, and crawled into bed that I thought. “What the hell just happened!”

Till this day I still don’t know whether I was dreaming or not but every Cat I see I’m always respectful to them and make sure to speak to them to see if they repond. Which they don’t, so I think I’m crazy.

—The End—

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