Well while my username may be AcaciaMalikov I go by Kitty when it comes to gaming and artworks.
Feel Free to PM me for a chat always looking to make new friends no matter then gender or country.
I enjoy spending my time indoor just as much as I do outdoors and when I am not out walking the dog and riding my bike with him jogging beside me I am inside writing, drawing or well playing video games.
My strong point is mostly writing from what I am told and I thought this would be a great place to post my works and maybe gain some constructive criticism from others.
Hope you enjoy the reading and viewing of my works ^-^
Feel Free to PM me for a chat always looking to make new friends no matter then gender or country.
Name: Cassandra Rose
Nickname: Kitty Hunter *gaming alias*
Age: 17 Years
Gender: Female
Relationship: Single
Hair & Eye Color: Naturally Ginger with Chocolate Brown Eyes
Pets Border Collie x Bull Arab/Great Dane "ACE" and Ginger Cat "TROUBLE"
Personality: Bubbly, Friendly, Shy, Kind/Caring
Random: Easily Confused, Love Laughing, Love to Have a Chat, Love Making Friends, Love Roleplaying, Drawing, Gaming, Writing.
Nickname: Kitty Hunter *gaming alias*
Age: 17 Years
Gender: Female
Relationship: Single
Hair & Eye Color: Naturally Ginger with Chocolate Brown Eyes
Pets Border Collie x Bull Arab/Great Dane "ACE" and Ginger Cat "TROUBLE"
Personality: Bubbly, Friendly, Shy, Kind/Caring
Random: Easily Confused, Love Laughing, Love to Have a Chat, Love Making Friends, Love Roleplaying, Drawing, Gaming, Writing.
I enjoy spending my time indoor just as much as I do outdoors and when I am not out walking the dog and riding my bike with him jogging beside me I am inside writing, drawing or well playing video games.
My strong point is mostly writing from what I am told and I thought this would be a great place to post my works and maybe gain some constructive criticism from others.
Hope you enjoy the reading and viewing of my works ^-^
Shivering slightly, I was drenched in the cold coat of winter’s snowy grasp, my ears lay flat and my tail limp between my thighs. I could hardly move my toes, let alone continue to trudge through the slush below. Steps ahead lead to a well-lit shelter. Sapphire bright eyes hesitant, but, warmth was necessary and human contact was inevitable. My strides were short, fast paced and nervous, head dangling and eyes shifting from one form to another. Fear, despair and memories arose; I avoided their reach with slender fingers and ripped gloves.
Obscured coughs of illness surrounded me, sobs of pain and loss slowly became assuaged, men and women alike in this world, all gathered in one place hiding from the torments of winter. My malnourished figure moved over the hard pavement, paws spreading over its surface; my claws scraped and breathe rattled. I wasn't safe, a wheezing constricted breath of air arose from my chest; wintertime caught its prey by choosing those that were feeble and unwelcome.
As I reached an unoccupied corner, the tight pressure on organs halted me in my tracks, eyes widened and ears latched to my skull, tail tightened becoming one with my abdomen. Jowls twitched baring covered fangs, a sudden ooze of saliva webbed over my maw. I looked around rapidly for the source of my constriction; few glimpses followed my irrational movements. I saw in someone’s eyes, the look of hesitation. I suddenly convulsed, dark matted pelt hitting the ground, pale eyes rolling back and maw gaping taking in sudden gasps of air.
Everything went dark silence, isolation, confusion and fear. My mind was blank; my body limp.
A shock-wave of blinding light abruptly struck me. Dazed and lost, I somehow felt refreshed. Swiveling ears rotated upon my cranium, tail wiggling like a young pup once more. I heaved my legs under my form, placing firm paws under my chest they tensed and lifted a lean frame. Surrounded by grass I was hit with a wall of lavender. My velvet nose raced and glistened in the sun; I was home. Why was I here? But, it wasn't the same. I wasn't me; I was young again, barely bigger than my human’s shoe.
Her face lit up, beaming with joy. Pale pink lips drawing up towards her ears in a smile; emerald green eyes locked on mine and loose golden strands danced around her face. I was in a box, a bow around my neck; a present is what I was, a present that would be forgotten one day. I felt her gentle touch wrap under my front legs and around my chest; she pulled me in for an almost strangulating hug after stating my new calling.
“Olive,” The elegant voice would ring in my over-sized ears.
My coat was a graceful gold, topped off with a hefty black patch down my back, and muzzle stained a sooty shade. I was meant to be her dream present, and so I was a German shepherd, loyal, devoted and protective. I’d do anything for her.
And so I did, days, weeks and months past. I followed her everywhere; from her room to the kitchen, from the house to the gate, I watched as she climbed onto the bus and vanished from sight, waited as the clock ticked for her arrival back home. Almost three years passed of this routine, she taught me tricks, from sit and fetch to dead and beg. Happiness and contentment was all I felt and all I knew.
Sarah, well, she wasn't as happy. Her father was a drunk and her mother quiet and solitary. Beaten anytime he felt she deserved it and threatened if she told anyone, but I done nothing, I loved Ken just as much as I loved mistress. She’d finally finished school though her plans to move only brought worse scenarios.
Ken wanted her to stay; she was to do as he said. This wasn't her idea, I watched as they argued. The callused hands of her own father cuffed the paled skin of her cheek reddened to the eye. She acted tough and allowed no tears to surface, but it angered him further, his bronzed fingers grabbed at the golden locks she kept down and pulled them harshly backwards. This made her cringe, eyes wide as her mouth gaped. He almost seemed content she wasn't able to hide the pain it caused.
I could hear it, the strain in her voice as it cracked, she tried to speak and instead only sobs were heard. I sat limply in the corner, fearing what he’d do. He had her backed into a corner and as he raised a hand to wrap around her neck I heard a gasp. He was going to make her pay for the tainted thoughts of abandoning the family. This was the last straw.
Lip drawn back, ivory k-9’s visible, eyebrows furrowed and an almost thundering snarl emitted through thick vocal cords from deep within my chest. 38 kg of muscle arose, my hind legs tensed and crouched, front legs straight and angled forward, my head dropped just below my shoulders heights and I scowled, bright golden-brown eyes glaring harshly.
Suddenly, I sprung, maw gaping as I snapped my teeth, he’d noticed my reaction and turned only the slightest, catching a glimpse of the blur now latched onto his arm. Thick teeth with a power greater than man’s tore into his flesh, the emission of red spilled from the limb, I’d locked my jaws and wasn't letting go. His focus was on me no longer my mistress. The depths of his eyes churned in mine as he’d brought up an arm with a clenched fist and struck it down upon my face.
This caused no change. I held. It was instinct to protect. I heard Sarah’s screeching as she’d seen him grab the iron for the fireplace and raised it, this wasn't a fear to me; I’d never been struck with anything. I shook my head with a violent rattling rumble. His flesh only tore more, and my grip loosened, my ears latching upon my cranium, tail tucking as the piercing cry materialized from within me. The iron collided with my face from right to left leaving no visible damage, the pain made me drop.
Trust was broken, both parties no longer acquainted. I had opened my jowls again already mid-air I was lunging at him though my course changed and instead I hit the coffee table with a screeching ring in my right ear.
It was all blank until I’d awoken in the streets. Autumn was upon the town and I was lost, I’d never been here before, kept at home, I’d been abandoned. My mistress had picked me up; her warm embrace was all I remembered while being carried outside. She was the one I remembered, she was the one who’d brought me here and left me. The scent I’d never forget of roses and lavender on her clothes.
My trust of man was broken, trust of myself lost to my memory. I’d spent my life with that family. They’d raised me, fed me, given me shelter. I’d cherished every moment, chewed shoes and clothes I had found about. They’d given me everything for a fruitful life, what did I do, I broke it, I attacked her father, I dissatisfied my mistress … and this … this was my reprimand.
I awoke once more; it’d been 5 long years since that day. The poor people minded their business, a sick dog, was a dead dog. Flaccidly lying in the corner away from those about, I let out a gruff groan, one of hurt and anguish. I was alone, I was cold and I was hungry, this I could not fix.
My thoughts were of Sarah, she’d never forgive me, she’d never come find me. 5 years was long enough, long enough for her to forget. Our friendship was that of man and his companion, forever as one, but, no more for us both, our friendship was betrayed by me alone. Betrayed because I couldn't stand seeing her unhappy any more, now I witnessed it no more, I was ready to leave this place at the ripe age of nearly 7. I felt too much pain in my life and it was time I let it all go.
Done: 6/06/2014
Obscured coughs of illness surrounded me, sobs of pain and loss slowly became assuaged, men and women alike in this world, all gathered in one place hiding from the torments of winter. My malnourished figure moved over the hard pavement, paws spreading over its surface; my claws scraped and breathe rattled. I wasn't safe, a wheezing constricted breath of air arose from my chest; wintertime caught its prey by choosing those that were feeble and unwelcome.
As I reached an unoccupied corner, the tight pressure on organs halted me in my tracks, eyes widened and ears latched to my skull, tail tightened becoming one with my abdomen. Jowls twitched baring covered fangs, a sudden ooze of saliva webbed over my maw. I looked around rapidly for the source of my constriction; few glimpses followed my irrational movements. I saw in someone’s eyes, the look of hesitation. I suddenly convulsed, dark matted pelt hitting the ground, pale eyes rolling back and maw gaping taking in sudden gasps of air.
Everything went dark silence, isolation, confusion and fear. My mind was blank; my body limp.
A shock-wave of blinding light abruptly struck me. Dazed and lost, I somehow felt refreshed. Swiveling ears rotated upon my cranium, tail wiggling like a young pup once more. I heaved my legs under my form, placing firm paws under my chest they tensed and lifted a lean frame. Surrounded by grass I was hit with a wall of lavender. My velvet nose raced and glistened in the sun; I was home. Why was I here? But, it wasn't the same. I wasn't me; I was young again, barely bigger than my human’s shoe.
Her face lit up, beaming with joy. Pale pink lips drawing up towards her ears in a smile; emerald green eyes locked on mine and loose golden strands danced around her face. I was in a box, a bow around my neck; a present is what I was, a present that would be forgotten one day. I felt her gentle touch wrap under my front legs and around my chest; she pulled me in for an almost strangulating hug after stating my new calling.
“Olive,” The elegant voice would ring in my over-sized ears.
My coat was a graceful gold, topped off with a hefty black patch down my back, and muzzle stained a sooty shade. I was meant to be her dream present, and so I was a German shepherd, loyal, devoted and protective. I’d do anything for her.
And so I did, days, weeks and months past. I followed her everywhere; from her room to the kitchen, from the house to the gate, I watched as she climbed onto the bus and vanished from sight, waited as the clock ticked for her arrival back home. Almost three years passed of this routine, she taught me tricks, from sit and fetch to dead and beg. Happiness and contentment was all I felt and all I knew.
Sarah, well, she wasn't as happy. Her father was a drunk and her mother quiet and solitary. Beaten anytime he felt she deserved it and threatened if she told anyone, but I done nothing, I loved Ken just as much as I loved mistress. She’d finally finished school though her plans to move only brought worse scenarios.
Ken wanted her to stay; she was to do as he said. This wasn't her idea, I watched as they argued. The callused hands of her own father cuffed the paled skin of her cheek reddened to the eye. She acted tough and allowed no tears to surface, but it angered him further, his bronzed fingers grabbed at the golden locks she kept down and pulled them harshly backwards. This made her cringe, eyes wide as her mouth gaped. He almost seemed content she wasn't able to hide the pain it caused.
I could hear it, the strain in her voice as it cracked, she tried to speak and instead only sobs were heard. I sat limply in the corner, fearing what he’d do. He had her backed into a corner and as he raised a hand to wrap around her neck I heard a gasp. He was going to make her pay for the tainted thoughts of abandoning the family. This was the last straw.
Lip drawn back, ivory k-9’s visible, eyebrows furrowed and an almost thundering snarl emitted through thick vocal cords from deep within my chest. 38 kg of muscle arose, my hind legs tensed and crouched, front legs straight and angled forward, my head dropped just below my shoulders heights and I scowled, bright golden-brown eyes glaring harshly.
Suddenly, I sprung, maw gaping as I snapped my teeth, he’d noticed my reaction and turned only the slightest, catching a glimpse of the blur now latched onto his arm. Thick teeth with a power greater than man’s tore into his flesh, the emission of red spilled from the limb, I’d locked my jaws and wasn't letting go. His focus was on me no longer my mistress. The depths of his eyes churned in mine as he’d brought up an arm with a clenched fist and struck it down upon my face.
This caused no change. I held. It was instinct to protect. I heard Sarah’s screeching as she’d seen him grab the iron for the fireplace and raised it, this wasn't a fear to me; I’d never been struck with anything. I shook my head with a violent rattling rumble. His flesh only tore more, and my grip loosened, my ears latching upon my cranium, tail tucking as the piercing cry materialized from within me. The iron collided with my face from right to left leaving no visible damage, the pain made me drop.
Trust was broken, both parties no longer acquainted. I had opened my jowls again already mid-air I was lunging at him though my course changed and instead I hit the coffee table with a screeching ring in my right ear.
It was all blank until I’d awoken in the streets. Autumn was upon the town and I was lost, I’d never been here before, kept at home, I’d been abandoned. My mistress had picked me up; her warm embrace was all I remembered while being carried outside. She was the one I remembered, she was the one who’d brought me here and left me. The scent I’d never forget of roses and lavender on her clothes.
My trust of man was broken, trust of myself lost to my memory. I’d spent my life with that family. They’d raised me, fed me, given me shelter. I’d cherished every moment, chewed shoes and clothes I had found about. They’d given me everything for a fruitful life, what did I do, I broke it, I attacked her father, I dissatisfied my mistress … and this … this was my reprimand.
I awoke once more; it’d been 5 long years since that day. The poor people minded their business, a sick dog, was a dead dog. Flaccidly lying in the corner away from those about, I let out a gruff groan, one of hurt and anguish. I was alone, I was cold and I was hungry, this I could not fix.
My thoughts were of Sarah, she’d never forgive me, she’d never come find me. 5 years was long enough, long enough for her to forget. Our friendship was that of man and his companion, forever as one, but, no more for us both, our friendship was betrayed by me alone. Betrayed because I couldn't stand seeing her unhappy any more, now I witnessed it no more, I was ready to leave this place at the ripe age of nearly 7. I felt too much pain in my life and it was time I let it all go.
Done: 6/06/2014
Good morning/evening ladies and gentlemen of the United Nations. I ask you to take a look at the person to your left, your right and in front of you, they are healthy, content and even caring, they are kin, supporters and outsiders. I am here not to speak about something new, but about something we should all be aware of. Families – families at risk that have no probable way of ensuring their communities or even their children’s safety. These people of the less fortunate live daily, they live with constant hazards ringing in their heads, a drought could hit or even a flood, diseases’ could spread or their waters’ polluted, yet, we – we of the fortunate sit idly by, living life like nothing is happening, we see the news and hear about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. They speak of the men who have been lost and the families that are now in mourning, though do they mention the many that have lost loved ones in smaller places? No, they do not, “Climate Injustice” is what this is called, these people – these people suffer from climate changes worst events – these people offer little to no contribution to its change – these people have families and communities just as we have and yet, is it not they who suffer the consequences the greatest?
Words spoken by Pushkar Bisht in his poem ‘I want to see the world from the window’ are “I want to see a world from the window, a happy world, a quiet world, a beautiful world” these words, they signify a world many of us see, we live in peace, we live in calm communities, we see a place that is respected and offers sanctuary to many. These things while raining true for us, do not follow suit in places such as Honduras, Myanmar or even Nicaragua. Do you know where these places are? Many of us do not; many of us undoubtedly question these places as I speak. All three of these places are listed as the top 5 countries most affected by the world’s climate change, unlike us, they do not see a world that is cheerful – they see a world that is ever altering, a world that is never quiet, they see a world which never bears stunning plants or striking colors.
The message passed on by the poem by Bisht is not the only form of its kind; a song by Louis Armstrong “What a wonderful world” brings forth the same message and offers mental imagery of a world we’d all enjoy. The words he uses “I see skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days, dark sacred nights, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world” these are words – words that people gathered here today can relate to, these are words – words that people in places such as Honduras and Nicaragua cannot join in relation, these are words – words that we should strive to achieve for everyone. Why should we – we of the United Nations privileged get to sit and stare up at the skies above thinking of how beautiful it is when we could strive – strive to offer those around us, those in the poorest countries a life where they too could gaze up at the heavens and see what we see?
I am here not to state facts or offer words of persuasion; I am here to ask – to ask all men and women attending today, to listen, to think and to understand the terrorizations that thousands of families face in their own daily lives. In 2010, reports by the Annual Disaster Statistical Review states that a total of 385 natural disasters occurred with the associated casualties surpassing 297 thousand people throughout the world’s developing countries alone. These people had families, friends, communities and animals, just as those in the war have and just as we here today have, we all know what it is like to love and to lose and we all know that for someone else to love someone as much as we do only to lose them in the matter of only a day’s turn of events, it must be hard and must be painful, they mourn as we do, but, they must move on faster than we must, they have to prepare crops and pray that the next flood or drought isn't till after the seasons harvest, they have to pray that they lose no other kin or loved ones as they have many others.
More words spoken by Bisht “I want to see a world from the window, a world full of shining colors everywhere, a world fully dedicated to love, a world knows only the way of humanity”. Many of us claim to know the ways of humanity, we as a whole nation claim this statement, yet do we really know what the meaning of humanity is? Humanity is all individuals alike measured as a group, the quality of being compassionate and the act of bringing everyone together. We do not offer this quality of life to those in the poorest countries, we do not offer them a place in what we call humanity, they must fend for themselves, protect what they love and pray to the heavens that they get to see the sun again and get to see the end of harvest instead of starving as many poor countries do.
I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how you would feel if you were in the same position as those in these countries, no knowledge of when another drought, flood or deadly disease would hit. I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how these mothers, fathers, siblings and friends could live a life where they can spend their day carefree and happy. I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how we as a nation could change the affects these many families face from climate change. Form a petition, donate to programs which offer help to those in need with items such as food, clothes, shelter and more, create awareness in those around you and offer support wherever available, these are few options which we can take.
I offer words by William Wordsworth “To her fair words did nature link, the human soul that through me ran, and much it grieved my heart to think, what man has made of man” these words offer one simple question that we should ask ourselves, what has man made of mankind? There is no simple answer to this, and yet I ask you to think of what we have made of those around us? Is it because we were born in this nation that we believe we are an upper class compared to those around us. We all know that what I speak about relates to the pollution many companies create in their workplaces for a living, but, I mention nothing of their damage, I mention only to you what I believe you as an individual should focus on…. is there anything we can do as a nation to help and support these starving children and frightful parents?
I leave you with this question in mind – this question that I hope for you all to take in and realize the many lives that are lost in which we do not take notice for the issue of Climate Injustice to this day, grows worse and we are the only people who can rise to meet their needs.
Done: 30/04/2014
Words spoken by Pushkar Bisht in his poem ‘I want to see the world from the window’ are “I want to see a world from the window, a happy world, a quiet world, a beautiful world” these words, they signify a world many of us see, we live in peace, we live in calm communities, we see a place that is respected and offers sanctuary to many. These things while raining true for us, do not follow suit in places such as Honduras, Myanmar or even Nicaragua. Do you know where these places are? Many of us do not; many of us undoubtedly question these places as I speak. All three of these places are listed as the top 5 countries most affected by the world’s climate change, unlike us, they do not see a world that is cheerful – they see a world that is ever altering, a world that is never quiet, they see a world which never bears stunning plants or striking colors.
The message passed on by the poem by Bisht is not the only form of its kind; a song by Louis Armstrong “What a wonderful world” brings forth the same message and offers mental imagery of a world we’d all enjoy. The words he uses “I see skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days, dark sacred nights, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world” these are words – words that people gathered here today can relate to, these are words – words that people in places such as Honduras and Nicaragua cannot join in relation, these are words – words that we should strive to achieve for everyone. Why should we – we of the United Nations privileged get to sit and stare up at the skies above thinking of how beautiful it is when we could strive – strive to offer those around us, those in the poorest countries a life where they too could gaze up at the heavens and see what we see?
I am here not to state facts or offer words of persuasion; I am here to ask – to ask all men and women attending today, to listen, to think and to understand the terrorizations that thousands of families face in their own daily lives. In 2010, reports by the Annual Disaster Statistical Review states that a total of 385 natural disasters occurred with the associated casualties surpassing 297 thousand people throughout the world’s developing countries alone. These people had families, friends, communities and animals, just as those in the war have and just as we here today have, we all know what it is like to love and to lose and we all know that for someone else to love someone as much as we do only to lose them in the matter of only a day’s turn of events, it must be hard and must be painful, they mourn as we do, but, they must move on faster than we must, they have to prepare crops and pray that the next flood or drought isn't till after the seasons harvest, they have to pray that they lose no other kin or loved ones as they have many others.
More words spoken by Bisht “I want to see a world from the window, a world full of shining colors everywhere, a world fully dedicated to love, a world knows only the way of humanity”. Many of us claim to know the ways of humanity, we as a whole nation claim this statement, yet do we really know what the meaning of humanity is? Humanity is all individuals alike measured as a group, the quality of being compassionate and the act of bringing everyone together. We do not offer this quality of life to those in the poorest countries, we do not offer them a place in what we call humanity, they must fend for themselves, protect what they love and pray to the heavens that they get to see the sun again and get to see the end of harvest instead of starving as many poor countries do.
I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how you would feel if you were in the same position as those in these countries, no knowledge of when another drought, flood or deadly disease would hit. I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how these mothers, fathers, siblings and friends could live a life where they can spend their day carefree and happy. I would like to ask that you – you as an individual would think – think of how we as a nation could change the affects these many families face from climate change. Form a petition, donate to programs which offer help to those in need with items such as food, clothes, shelter and more, create awareness in those around you and offer support wherever available, these are few options which we can take.
I offer words by William Wordsworth “To her fair words did nature link, the human soul that through me ran, and much it grieved my heart to think, what man has made of man” these words offer one simple question that we should ask ourselves, what has man made of mankind? There is no simple answer to this, and yet I ask you to think of what we have made of those around us? Is it because we were born in this nation that we believe we are an upper class compared to those around us. We all know that what I speak about relates to the pollution many companies create in their workplaces for a living, but, I mention nothing of their damage, I mention only to you what I believe you as an individual should focus on…. is there anything we can do as a nation to help and support these starving children and frightful parents?
I leave you with this question in mind – this question that I hope for you all to take in and realize the many lives that are lost in which we do not take notice for the issue of Climate Injustice to this day, grows worse and we are the only people who can rise to meet their needs.
Done: 30/04/2014
The wave of threatening clouds rolled in as the man headed towards the abandoned grounds only shelter. A heavy breeze from the clouds spat down upon the park and its dwellers. Untrimmed brush filled the gap between me and the man who staggered. Clouds grew denser, hiding the golden sun and soon the grey shadows shrouded the sky with a dark white. Tattered long drench coat tails floundered and thrashed, slowly being coated in drifting white speckles. Looking up to the sky, squinted almond eyes blinked, watching the snow before the man scrambled for the shelter faster than he had been. He curled up under the shelter shivering lightly and gazing upon the brush, with his knees tucked to his chest as the fog of his breath scattered. As his dulled yet once wise eyes settled upon mine, his hardened face melted; and fine pursed lips stretched. "Apple!" he cried out. Although I did not respond, the outstretched arm and slender hand reached for me.
My pelt shaggy, wiry hair tangled and gripped at the branches of the shrub. Wide set ears, thick based and well-tuned, latched at my cranium as a snake of fur tunneled its way between my thighs. Frosty breath, heated and heavy, rattled in the cold air as a heaving chest struggled but soon the tattered coat embraced me amidst its warmth and scrawny arms pulled me from the snow. A trail of dragged paws sailed through the sleet like trenches from a war zone. I was a skeleton, malnourished with sunken ribs, no stomach but the outline of my spine. It didn't matter, as long as master was safe.
“Apple,” he sobbed quietly as his arms cuddled my neck with one hand resting on my chest and the other rubbing my cheek. “It’s alright girl, I’m …” a wheezy and heavy set of alcohol reeking coughs escaped. “I’m okay.” He pressed his face into the comfort of my coat.
“You used to be such an energetic child,” he whispered “but, you’ll always be the apple of my eye.” And that I was, “You were so small. How could I have let this happen to us, to you?” his voice cracked and his salty tears soaked into my coat as he sat holding me on his lap. “My wife, my children, all dead because I couldn't save them” He almost shouted as he clenched his fingers held my fur in clumps. The marching tears soldiered on and my dry nose pressed into his white wrinkled cheek absorbing a tear. My mind flashed back to the old memories, - Margo was smiling; her thin, yet wide lips separated revealing pearly white cubes; little Josephina giggling as she always had clung like a monkey to Dannie’s side.
“It’s all my fault.” He had pulled a small picture that was torn and old from his coat pocket. Unraveling the image, he showed it - me at his side, his arm around Margo’s waist, Dannie standing in front, with Jo sitting on her waist and arms wrapped around her. All were smiling and happy but master interrupted as he cried out, “I killed them; I let them die!” Sorrow was etched in his voice. As he thrashed out, the empty brown bagged bottle hit a wooden post and shattered. I jolted at the sound and of course he’d grabbed the second bottle he had had with him and pressed its glassy rim to his mouth. The warm liquid drizzled down his chin and throat onto my pelt as I shifted and stretched.
Old bones crackled and popped as the heavy blast of the storm upset the shelter and its rusted hinges. The snow topped the trees like ice cream cones and the brush beat back and forth in confusion as the blizzard grew heavier. Not a possum in sight, not even a single person in the open. A tumbling umbrella was flung about; obviously no one cared enough to catch it. We huddled together. Master’s breathing was heavy and the white walls circling us grew thicker; I was afraid of what would happen to master.
He continued his tirade of anger and sorrow filled stories. The blazing anger was visible in the depths of his eyes as I gazed at him with a soft generous face. “That fire! My stupidity, I didn't help them!” He pulled me in more tightly: the stream-like tears froze as they slid down his face. My own coat became a series of icicles and his grip became less. The anger in his eyes changed to pain as he shook his head slowly, closed his eyes and began to sob once again. “I saw it; I could have helped them…” His sentence trailed off as he shifted and sat up to look at me. My eyes opened a little to look at him. Eventually, I dozed off; that’s what it felt like. My mind wandered back to that unfortunate night.
I was smaller than I was now. My tail jolting fast in a relay back and forth with front paws on a white window sill looking down at master getting in the car. He couldn't hear my high pitch bark. I could smell an odd scent, and wandered to mistress’s door, nosed my way out of the gap it presented and bounded down the spiral steps to the kitchen. I barked at the foggy room and snapped my jaws at the dancing orange flames. The strange creature danced on the roof, walls and any object it could reach. Filling the room and seeping through some cracks that led to the room above I heard a cry. The front door was blocked and so was the back. Jo was scrambling across the upstairs hall as I ran back up to see what was wrong.
Dannie pushed past me, making me stumble as she scooped up Jo and rushed for Margo’s room. They were coughing and rushing about as I sneezed and shook out my smoked coated fur. I ran to the window and stood up again, barking and yapping. Master looked at me but left. I jumped up and then stopped. I ran back downstairs almost sliding into the angry orange demon. I ran for the small room that was full of stored boxes and forgot about the others. I was afraid and unsure what master had done as I scrambled out of a small broken vent in the wall that led outside. I stopped at the mailbox by the driveway and began snapping my jaws at the grey clouds surrounding the house.
Margo was trying to open the windows; they’d always been hard to open and only master could get them. Josephina was crying and coughing heavily; poor Dannie struggled to hold her as she tried covering her mouth with her shirt. I heard neighbors rushing to help but the demon seemed unstoppable as it swallowed the entire house. Half way down the road as I tried to find master to help I heard the screaming and shouting; my heart was racing and my movements were fast and determined. I never found master that day and returned home by nightfall. The fire truck had stopped the evil creature and I ran inside the broken front door, nose to the ground, tail low. I searched every room but there wasn't a sign of anyone. They had left me.
I eventually sunk back to reality and looked to master one last time. He was coughing and crying again. “I killed them! I let them die!” He shook his head though he could hardly move; the cold was seeping through every vein, making it harder to breathe and keep warm, I didn't understand. He was sculling the pure alcohol that he knew wasn't good for him. My nose kissed his cheek and I figured it was time to sleep as he rested his head, dropped the bottle and his breathing slowed. I pressed into him and settled into a deep sleep. The morning would find us at peace.
Done: 11/05/2014
My pelt shaggy, wiry hair tangled and gripped at the branches of the shrub. Wide set ears, thick based and well-tuned, latched at my cranium as a snake of fur tunneled its way between my thighs. Frosty breath, heated and heavy, rattled in the cold air as a heaving chest struggled but soon the tattered coat embraced me amidst its warmth and scrawny arms pulled me from the snow. A trail of dragged paws sailed through the sleet like trenches from a war zone. I was a skeleton, malnourished with sunken ribs, no stomach but the outline of my spine. It didn't matter, as long as master was safe.
“Apple,” he sobbed quietly as his arms cuddled my neck with one hand resting on my chest and the other rubbing my cheek. “It’s alright girl, I’m …” a wheezy and heavy set of alcohol reeking coughs escaped. “I’m okay.” He pressed his face into the comfort of my coat.
“You used to be such an energetic child,” he whispered “but, you’ll always be the apple of my eye.” And that I was, “You were so small. How could I have let this happen to us, to you?” his voice cracked and his salty tears soaked into my coat as he sat holding me on his lap. “My wife, my children, all dead because I couldn't save them” He almost shouted as he clenched his fingers held my fur in clumps. The marching tears soldiered on and my dry nose pressed into his white wrinkled cheek absorbing a tear. My mind flashed back to the old memories, - Margo was smiling; her thin, yet wide lips separated revealing pearly white cubes; little Josephina giggling as she always had clung like a monkey to Dannie’s side.
“It’s all my fault.” He had pulled a small picture that was torn and old from his coat pocket. Unraveling the image, he showed it - me at his side, his arm around Margo’s waist, Dannie standing in front, with Jo sitting on her waist and arms wrapped around her. All were smiling and happy but master interrupted as he cried out, “I killed them; I let them die!” Sorrow was etched in his voice. As he thrashed out, the empty brown bagged bottle hit a wooden post and shattered. I jolted at the sound and of course he’d grabbed the second bottle he had had with him and pressed its glassy rim to his mouth. The warm liquid drizzled down his chin and throat onto my pelt as I shifted and stretched.
Old bones crackled and popped as the heavy blast of the storm upset the shelter and its rusted hinges. The snow topped the trees like ice cream cones and the brush beat back and forth in confusion as the blizzard grew heavier. Not a possum in sight, not even a single person in the open. A tumbling umbrella was flung about; obviously no one cared enough to catch it. We huddled together. Master’s breathing was heavy and the white walls circling us grew thicker; I was afraid of what would happen to master.
He continued his tirade of anger and sorrow filled stories. The blazing anger was visible in the depths of his eyes as I gazed at him with a soft generous face. “That fire! My stupidity, I didn't help them!” He pulled me in more tightly: the stream-like tears froze as they slid down his face. My own coat became a series of icicles and his grip became less. The anger in his eyes changed to pain as he shook his head slowly, closed his eyes and began to sob once again. “I saw it; I could have helped them…” His sentence trailed off as he shifted and sat up to look at me. My eyes opened a little to look at him. Eventually, I dozed off; that’s what it felt like. My mind wandered back to that unfortunate night.
I was smaller than I was now. My tail jolting fast in a relay back and forth with front paws on a white window sill looking down at master getting in the car. He couldn't hear my high pitch bark. I could smell an odd scent, and wandered to mistress’s door, nosed my way out of the gap it presented and bounded down the spiral steps to the kitchen. I barked at the foggy room and snapped my jaws at the dancing orange flames. The strange creature danced on the roof, walls and any object it could reach. Filling the room and seeping through some cracks that led to the room above I heard a cry. The front door was blocked and so was the back. Jo was scrambling across the upstairs hall as I ran back up to see what was wrong.
Dannie pushed past me, making me stumble as she scooped up Jo and rushed for Margo’s room. They were coughing and rushing about as I sneezed and shook out my smoked coated fur. I ran to the window and stood up again, barking and yapping. Master looked at me but left. I jumped up and then stopped. I ran back downstairs almost sliding into the angry orange demon. I ran for the small room that was full of stored boxes and forgot about the others. I was afraid and unsure what master had done as I scrambled out of a small broken vent in the wall that led outside. I stopped at the mailbox by the driveway and began snapping my jaws at the grey clouds surrounding the house.
Margo was trying to open the windows; they’d always been hard to open and only master could get them. Josephina was crying and coughing heavily; poor Dannie struggled to hold her as she tried covering her mouth with her shirt. I heard neighbors rushing to help but the demon seemed unstoppable as it swallowed the entire house. Half way down the road as I tried to find master to help I heard the screaming and shouting; my heart was racing and my movements were fast and determined. I never found master that day and returned home by nightfall. The fire truck had stopped the evil creature and I ran inside the broken front door, nose to the ground, tail low. I searched every room but there wasn't a sign of anyone. They had left me.
I eventually sunk back to reality and looked to master one last time. He was coughing and crying again. “I killed them! I let them die!” He shook his head though he could hardly move; the cold was seeping through every vein, making it harder to breathe and keep warm, I didn't understand. He was sculling the pure alcohol that he knew wasn't good for him. My nose kissed his cheek and I figured it was time to sleep as he rested his head, dropped the bottle and his breathing slowed. I pressed into him and settled into a deep sleep. The morning would find us at peace.
Done: 11/05/2014