Call Me Death- A Short StoryCall Me DeathCall Me Death- A Short Story by ~dragondog99
I curl up next to Man. His faded denim jacket provides little warmth in comparison to the fire he has conjured in the trash can. I watch as the flames swoop up into the night sky, their long fingers grabbing the air. The smell of burning human food and smoke fill my nose, making me sneeze in irritation. Warmth is spread across my wet fur, the red glow illuminates Man’s rugged features. His blue ghostly eyes watch over the street, glaring at the passersby. I feel his large hand spread across my head, his giant thumb strokes behind my ears.
“You’re a good cat, aren’t ya?” His voice rumbles out from his chest. His withered face contorts into a smile, the once hollow eyes lighting up again. I press my head up into his hand, its been a while since I’ve felt a human’s touch. He chuckles softly, the sound resembling a car engine starting up. Another one of his hands swoops me up into Man’s arms. I am engulfed in his acidic sc
Years Gone By- A Short StoryYEARS GONE BYYears Gone By- A Short Story by ~dragondog99
The rain falls from the sky like a light grey curtain being dropped again and again. People dart around with umbrellas and raincoats, resembling how ants scurry around pointlessly from place to place. The pooling water on the black asphalt that’s as dark as the sky, mirrors the world above. It’s always been this way, man can’t change the rain. I lift my chin to the sky and the rain crashes into my face, runs down my neck, and seeps into my jacket. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt its cold tears sting my skin. I remember the Egyptians, how they built their pyramids in the sun that always beat their backs. I remember how they cheered and raised their fists to the sky when it rained. But not anymore, now humans detest the rain, I’ll never understand them. They build cold grey buildings and call them accomplishments, I see nothing great in the stone structures that now replace the green