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Chapter 6 He smiles menacingly, knowing he's triggered an emotional response from me. He claws on my arm and draws me nearer whispering the same words into my ear.
I stared at the coffin I had made for 'Him', the coffin 'He' now lay in. I barely moved from my seat, barely breathed. A cold tear ran down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away.
My feet hit the deck hard.
A little kitten, Pawing through the trash. A little kitten, In the need of some cash. A small cat, Looking for help. A small cat, A smaller yelp. A tiny kitten, Wanting some fish.
'But there's a guy down the street who keeps staring at us. Over there see. He might give us a pound or something if we're lucky'. She sighs and looks tired for a moment.
Cars like mad max Heavy guns holding DU munition Mohawk jet black Just ran over a black cat Hear me coming as I'm slumping Bass so lead Make bitches sick with dread Dirty stained knife Covered in...
#halloweenparty. #acorns. The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
Finally the subway comes to a stop, the passengers standing almost losing their balance. Others who are sitting get up and go to the doors, almost waiting to sprint through them as soon as they open.
Run away. Scrambling and fighting my way threw the thorn bushes pricking me like thumbilina.
I have no home to call my own. The open road is where I roam. But this road is coming to an end. I have found some land and pitched up my tent. I am now the king of my own castle.
The sky is gone. Replaced by an endless vertical grey, black and white. There is no horizon. Just buildings where is used to be. The air is almost nonexistent but it is so thick you see it.
At first I assumed my reactions were along the lines of terrified, and shocked, because nobody was introduced to the situation traditionally. Well, as traditionally as any movie had introduced it.
Little tin snail That I will call home Just for a week Before I go insane Washing with the masses Peeing in a public loo Almost like 1984...
Ouch, thought Timmy, as his eyes blinked slowly, blearily trying to focus his eyes to the harsh light.
#household I find my home out on the street. All sorts of people that I meet, I find my home amongst the trash... Teabags, apple cores, all in my stash, I keep it down, it's quite a feat.
Rain splattered angrily on the stone pavements like miniature bombs; exploding into a big mess as they came into contact with the ground. Amy pulled her hood closer around her face.
Cowering, Shivering... Alone in the rain. Whimpering, Pining... Nothing but pain. Starving, Needing... Something to eat. Licking, Lapping... Sore little feet. Looking, Listening... Trying to survive.
"Nice, doggy..." The animal was hunched on all fours, teeth bared. Riley was in trouble.
Urban Legend "I spy with my little eye something beginning with R". Susan said in a bored monotone voice. "O what a tough one, let me take a wild stab in the dark here, is it road?".
The lightbulb swings its glare, Showing only half at a time. Though the dank smell tells me enough. This place is a squatters prime.
Before anyone saw me eating a stolen cheeseburger, I swiftly left the shop. The air outside was hardly sweet smelling either. I looked around and wondered what to do now.
Hannah looked nervously at her cracked watch. "He should be here by now"she anxiously whispered to herself.
The first thing he saw was the big red sign. As he strode quietly across the street, the hot asphalt singed his tiny pink paws.
10 Believe me when I tell you the first 96 hours were, for me, some of the most insane memories I have. Panic, uncertainty, fear, desperation... in a person. A family. A community. A state.