Kitten Quinn

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[kittenqu]

The supposed heroine clutches a small glass bottle in the palm of her hand, her eyes wide open as she scans the ship’s deck. The entire crew was trying their best to remain on their feet as the ocean waves tossed the boat side to side, water crashing in over the sides and spilling in to gather around everybody’s ankles. First one man tumbles over the side of the ship into the ruthless water below, and then another follows, a few more hanging on to nearby objects in hopes not to follow their friends’ fates. 

She then looks down at the bottle in her hands; the intricate glass bottle was full of smoke, pitch black, rolling and writhing. It’s label read: miscellaneous death god, do not drink. Despite the warning, she believes just for a moment what is grasped between her fingers may just be her only option to lead everybody into safety. A moment was all she needed, as she pops off the cork of the bottle and brings it to her lips and tilts her head violently backwards.

The black smoke takes less than a second to invade her lungs and expand, seeping into her blood stream. She drops the bottle to let it splash into the sea water around her feet and exhales, black smoke dissipating from her mouth like fog on a winter day. She lifts her eyes one last time to see her crew continuing to struggle as the ship struggles to ride the violent waves, and then everything goes black.

When she wakes up, she is greeted with the warmth of the Sun’s rays on her face. The supposed heroine finds herself lying on the deck of her ship alone, the only people there to keep her company being the dead bodies of what was left of her crewmates scattered along the ship’s deck around her, dried blood marking everything in sight.

She doesn’t know is she wants to remember what happened, looking down at her red stained hands.

Prompt #2244 bolded above from @deepwaterwritingprompts

[kittenqu]

He was a mystery man, but in the same way, he was hers. People didn’t know what to think of him, but when she was in the picture, she seemed to be able to read him like a book. He would walk silently alone down the halls, but with her, he will laugh and hold her hand tight, listening to her talk. He kept to himself in class, but after school she would tutor him and he could be seen in the library carrying her on his back as they prowled the isles of books. He would stay at home most nights unless he went out with her, running down dark streets in the night, following the sound of her giggle…

He was a mystery man, but he was a completely different person, for the better, when she was there to brighten his world.

[kittenqu]

A sweet sparrow’s quiet song

Whispers in the woods

In hopes for another to hear.

Another sparrow

That’s so far off

Can barely hear the song

But knows what is sung-

And replies back with a quiet call.

Kitten Quinn // My Sparrows

[kittenqu]

If I had a day to waste

I would run straight to you-

Leaping into your arms

And laughing the hours away.

Kitten Quinn // Untitled

[kittenqu]

I don’t know why I was there, but I was on the moon. I was standing there, alone with my eyes fixated on the world I was supposed to be in. It wasn’t as cold as I expected, there on the moon, and there was less of a lack of oxygen that I learned in elementary school. Yet, none of those strange factors mattered to me- all I could think was how small Earth appeared to be from so far away.

Kitten Quinn // A Short Story Excerpt

[kittenqu]

"Hear ye, hear ye, 'tis what do we have here? Could it be nothing but a wooden bird and a fragile deer? Yet I see the trees hanging low and the sun up high, so roll for perception, and figure out who is the spy."

[kittenqu]

Guilt Trip

June didn’t believe in much of what anyone told her, but doing so always made her feel guilty. To her, it was either believe something utterly idiotic or have another ten guilt ridden words to write in her notebook at the end of the day. Everyone had their own reason for their words; not listening and not believing would be utterly rude. They believe what they are saying and well, June should to in order to respect their opinion, no matter how idiotic their words truly are. Yet again, thinking their words are idiotic in the first place is something she is guilty for… it truly is just an unwinnable game; the game of guilt that played out in her head every moment of the day.

[funpromptsforall]

Three Things

A train ticket

A child’s drawing

A pair of wet shoes

[kittenqu]

I knew when it began to rain, we were in trouble. With my wallet in my hands, I quickly picked up my young son and walked ourselves across the outdoor train platform where a roof covered a set of benches.

My son was whining softly in my arms, his fingers tangling into my hair as they always did in a gentle manner. "Mom..." he protested, wiggling his legs to convey he wanted down.

"What is it, baby?" I askes him, crouching down next to the bench under the roof and setting him back on his feet so we were eye level with eachother. As I looked at him I put our two freshly bought train tickets into my wallet and returned it into my pant's pocket. Before my son said anything, he looked me dead in the eyes before attempting to bolt back into the rain. "Ryan!" I yelled, standing up and jogging after his furious little legs.

I scooped him up just as he got back into the rain and held him to my chest as I rescinded to the dry area of the train platform. "Mom..." he repeated, sounding as if he was restraining the shriekiness of his immature voice.

"You'll get wet and catch a cold, Ry," I protested, standing under the edge of the boundary of the roof. Despite my warnings, Ryan outstretched his free hand into the rain to catch the gentle water droplets. I couldn't help but chuckle as his face pacified itself, his eyes transfixed on the crying clouds. He looked just like his father, wanting something he couldn't have. My heart skipped an unsteady beat as I gazed upon my son's features.

I stepped into the rain and spun him around in my arms, allowing the rain surround us and swallow us whole. While the rain was still light, I set him back down and held his hand, letting him enjoy the cool droplets of water. Surprisingly, he seemed content and began to hop around lightly, enjoying the world around him in what horrible state it was in.

Then the rain began to pour and I scooped him back into my arms as he jumped into a freshly filled puddle. I giggled softly with him and we moved back under the roof of the platform without protest. He set his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes in a content manner as I began to sway back and forth to lull him asleep.

I heard the horn of the train approaching, but Ryan didn't stir. When the train came to a stop and the doors opened before me like a gate to Heaven, I almost hesitated. I almost hesitated because I knew where we were going and why we were- why we had to.

I stepped inside and found a seat to sit in. It was late at night and the train was mostly empty so I didn't feel guilty as Ryan's shoes dripped water onto the floor. I kept him in my lap as he slept and held him close as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket. The ticketmaster was coming down already in my car to check if I paid for a ticket, so I prepared myself and opened my wallet to pull out the two tickets I bought minutes before.

Yet I froze when I opened my wallet and saw the drawing my son drew for me months ago of three stick figures; a short one representing a son, and two tall figures resembling his loving parents. I let out a soft sigh at the sight of the picture, as I always did when I opened my wallet. The ticketmaster approached closer and I pulled out my two tickets and snapped my wallet shut, feeling Ryan stir in my lap.

That was then, and this is now. Nothing was going to change it if I didn't do something- so I smiled at the ticketmaster and handed her my two tickets, sealing my fate.

[dg-fragments]

An ode to a mother

Times have flown by,

I’ve grown older,

Wiser too maybe I’d like to think,

You have been there,

Through it all,

Watching me,

Teaching me,

Cherishing in my success,

As if it was yours.

That smile on your face,

When I come home,

Takes away all my miseries,

O my mother,

There can be like you no other,

I haven’t been that good a son,

But I can’t imagine,

My life without you.

No matter where I go,

No matter what I achieve,

You will be at the heart of it all,

For I am, from you.

You taught me how to be strong,

And how to be respectful,

At the same time.

When someone praises me,

I think to myself,

Had you not brought me up,

Like you did,

I wouldn’t have come this far,

I hope I can fulfill your dreams,

For I want you,

To be the happiest.

You are no other than my beloved mother,

May God keep you in the best of health and happiness,

For I can’t imagine,

My life without you.

- DG

Even though every day is Mother’s Day, but this Ode is dedicated to my mother and all mothers out there. May God bless you, today and always. 💙

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“Do you like him?”

Yes, yes, I do!, I thought, but nothing could stop the dread of saying it aloud-to be vulnerable and shamed for liking a guy who was full of quirks only I thought was cute. I didn’t want to be vulnerable, so I dismissed the question. I dismissed the shame. I dismissed the hateful stares. I dismissed the pain of misery.

All just to protect myself. To protect him. Because I care about him.

[kittenqu]

They said I was the spitting image of her. I looked like her, I acted like her, I dressed like her, I sounded like her… Nothing about me was unique because everything I did was replied to with a “just like her!” I resemble her. I am an exact copy. I will never live up the greatest that was she, for I will never be able to surpass the idea people have that I am her. But… I don’t know her. I never had the chance to understand why I am so much like her- to me, I am just being myself.

[kittenqu]

The golden belly! Happy Caturday!

[kittenqu]

It’s easy to smile,

But to mean it is not.

I’ll give you my best effort

But if you don’t believe it

It’s your fault.

Untitled // Kitten Quinn

[kittenqu]

The claw marks on the wall,

Are a story I can not recall.

Surely it wasn’t me,

I couldn’t do that on any degree.

Yet, you say you saw it,

Occuring during my midnight fit.

I had banged down the door

And threw everything to the floor.

But it couldn’t be true,

You believe me, don’t you?

Those marks aren’t my fault,

I don’t care what you saw!

Yet, as the moon rose

A furry foe came about-

Slashing and crashing-

And disappearing out of sight.

Midnight Terror // Kitten Quinn

[kittenqu]

“Something bad happened,” Carey whined, standing to the side of the one person she could count on. “Like.. really bad. I’m sorry! I know I promised it wouldn’t happen again!”

“Who do I have to kill now?” Leon asked, looking away from the tv and to the concerned face of Carey. “That’s the third person this month, Care Bear.” He sat up straight in his chair and switched the tv off. “Tell me the play by play.”

Carey sat on the arm of his chair and sniffled, growing more upset by the incident. “Well, you see… I was sitting at lunch when Ryan took my candy bar without asking- you know, the one you packed in my lunch this morning?”

“I remember,” Leon confirmed, reaching over and rubbing her arm supportingly. “What did you do after that?”

“I told him to give it back and he didn’t, so I told the teacher but he had already eaten the candy bar,” Carey pouted, tears starting to whelm back in the corners of her eyes. This is when Leon stood up and scooped her up into his arms.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, rubbing her back and walking around the living room, rocking her rhythically to the sound of his paces. “I’ll go into school tomorrow with you and we’ll fix it. Sound good, Care Bear?”

Leon looked at his daughter and saw her nod in reply before hiding her face in his neck.

(using this prompt from @givethispromptatry)

[kittenqu]

Every word that I speak

Flows from my mouth

Faster than I would like.

They spill from my mouth

Faster than I can think-

Flying in your direction.

They are sharper than I intended

Hitting you will accidental aim-

I promise, I didn’t mean it.

But you don’t understand

What I was trying to say

As you turn your face from me.

Insults // Kitten Quinn

[kittenqu]

Just hang tight

And close your eyes-

Morning is closer than you think.

Untitled // Kitten Quinn