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Special cats are the sweetest. Here is a picture of an 7 toed cat no one asked for.

[milliekats]

Our breaths mingle, her’s coming in short, fast puffs. I make her nervous being this close. My heart speeds up at that thought. I search her eyes for fear but I find nothing but apprehension. What a disappointment. For I do so love seeing that spark of fear....

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“It’ll be okay,” she said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I dropped my head to my knees, “someday it’ll be okay. But not tonight or tomorrow. I don’t know when. But it will be okay.”

[milliekats]

What do you do when you allow yourself to be swallowed in the sea of life? Of emotions? Of the constant struggle?

Do you swim or drown?

It’s so much easier to drown.....

[milliekats]

[milliekats]

“Why do you hate the darkness you carry so much?” She breathes.

I can’t bring myself to look at her. She falls to her knees and looks up at me.

“I love that in you. The dark abyss you carry in your eyes and in your soul is more of a comfort to me than endless oceans of blue skies and colored fields.”

I look at her questioningly. She looks down at the ground as tears start to fall.

“It feels like home...”

[milliekats]

[milliekats]

Sometimes being an “extroverted” introvert is a burden. It’s like you want to get out of the house and go enjoy life but it’s too much hassle. You’re bored and wanna find something to do but staying home, painting or drawing is the better choice...the struggle is real.

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You see the Grim Reaper and ask if it’s your time. Death checks a clipboard and says “Nope. Looks like you’re not due for another… three thousand, one hundred and forty-one years? That’s weird. Also, how can you see me?”

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I shrug taking another sip of my slurpee.

“Your guess is as good as mine dude. How come you don’t look like how you’re always depicted?”

He raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me questioning.

“You know, long black cape covering your ghastly skeleton?” I saw exaggerating his shape with my hands.

“I was not informed that’s how I was described or known as.”

“Well stud I guess I get to change thay for you over the next...what you say? Three thousand some odd years?” I wink at him and continue to sip from my cup of greatness.

“I’ll catch you later hot stuff. Don’t have too much fun tonight. I’ll see you around.”

I wave as I turn my back heading home. I can feel his eyes burning into my back. I get the feeling this won’t be our last encounter and that’s fine with me. He was a hunk after all.

[writing-prompt-s]

Tell the story of a demon adopting and trying to raise a child after said child was offered as a sacrifice to them.

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Sure the demon has received other children. But he did what any sane, sentient being would do. He had brought them to the church steps, he may not have been able to go inside but it didn’t stop him. It was a place to worship those beings better than him so he thought the children would be safe. He thought. And he had been wrong. He knew that now. After witnessing one of the children’s life path.

He had gotten lucky so far since then, no children. But today was his unlucky day.

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“What is it about your shadows that call to me?”

He cocks his head regarding me, “Like calls to like. My Demons have something to say to yours.”

The deep timber of his voice sending chills down to my toes. Eyes as dark as storm clouds studying me.

“I...I don’t have any demons.”

“Oh my love, everyone has demons. It’s how evil they are that you don’t want to acknowledge.” A wicked smile spreads across his beautiful lips.

If my demons match his, then I’ll never survive as I am now...and that scares me the most.