The Black Cat

Its eyes were yellow, as round as the moon they were gazing at. 

The sky was pitch black. The wind was cold. There was nothing but the sound of silence. Yet, the gentle, luminescent light of the moon cut through the eeriness, casting a soft glow on the ground.

The cat, as dark as the pitch black sky, sat on a branch of a dying tree, gazing at the moon. It didn’t move. It didn’t make a sound. It just watched.

When the clouds came and blocked the moon, the cat jumped.

The cat vanished from sight.

A human appeared.

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Watched

“Hello?” She called out. “Anybody there?”

She was replied with silence.

It wasn’t your typical horror story scenario. The sun was still out. She could still see clearly. The wind still felt warm. It wasn’t terrifying at all.

But she could feel it. She felt eyes on her every move, every breath.

She was being watched.

She looked around, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. She found nothing.

She walked and walked yet the feeling stayed.

She froze, hearing the sound of dried leaves crunching. Someone was behind her.

Shaking, she slowly turned around.

She found a deer.



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Waiting

He waits.

When he is hungry, he takes out a sandwich and eats. But he still waits.

When he is feeling cold, he pulls his coat tighter around his frame. But he still waits.

When it rains, he takes out an umbrella, opens it up and holds it over his head. But he still waits.

He waits until the sun has set and he leaves, only to return with his dinner in his hand.

It’s an endless wait, it seems. He doesn’t really mind.

Not when he has the chance to make sure his daughter’s suitor doesn’t try anything funny.

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Drowning

So this how it feels like to die slowly.

She can actually feel it; how life is leaving her inch by inch, breath by breath.

She keeps her eyes open and despite the blur that the water causes, she keeps her eyes on the ray of light from above. Will she ever get to see light again once she closes her eyes and fades away?

She knows she’s supposed to be scared. But she feels oddly calm, letting the depths of the water claim her.

She closes her eyes, managing to get a glimpse of a hand reaching for her.

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Ball

She feels smaller and smaller as the seconds go by. 

She pulls her feet off the floor, bringing her legs closer to her chest.

The room is cold. She is alone.

She hugs her legs closer to her chest and curls into a ball, much like how she’s done whenever she’s scared, nervous, upset, in tears.

She can feel her body trembling yet she does not uncurl herself. She remains that way. Somehow, it makes her feel safer. She’s in her own little ball, her own little world.

She stays that way, waiting for any news from the emergency room. 

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