Cats against Schrödinger

I started writing on this app. Here to improve. Feel free to give feedback. My stories will seem all over the place sometimes because I figured that’s how I’d find a voice. 25/5/25: Also, I’m experimenting with an idea. It’s not exactly literary.

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A Sunny Night In Paris

Cats against Schrödinger

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Snow is falling in the Sahara

and the Arizona cacti are jealous

because they’ve never seen a rain drop

but it’s a sunny night in Paris

Yet, it’s all the same

as any other weekday

There’s a drought in the Atlantic

and the fish all want to panic

but if you look hard enough

you can see the top of the Titanic

Yet, it’s all the same

as any other weekday

Snow is falling in the Sahara

while it’s free...

Poetry

Only A Call Away

Cats against Schrödinger

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I’m still waiting by the phone

Slapping myself silly

Wondering if it was a dream

Or if I just inspire a groan

It started off just right

Dinner then a walk through the night

Hit it off or so I thought

Maybe I’m lost between the lines

Maybe I just can’t land it right

Say the things that push the heights

To find a person who I might

Live next to in this blight

Or maybe I’m just cray cray

With a ...

Poetry

Inner Play

Cats against Schrödinger

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The mind to the heart did impart

a thought of terrible notions.

The heart called back

with a pumping snap,

to focus on the emotions.

With just a jitter,

the mind sent a quiver

all the way down the spine.

The spine bent tight

and came back with spite

and asked for medical potions....

Poetry

Careful Who You Haunt

Cats against Schrödinger

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Knock knock,

who’s there?

A monster haunting me.

Are you haunting me

or wanting me?

Should I break the dry wall

to take a peek?

Give you a hug—

take away your sneak?

Baby you until the morning sun

while you try to run?

There’s no monster there,

just someone unprepared

to deal with my love....

Poetry

Playing Odds Like No One Is Watching

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Gamble…

Chance?

Hey, you. You wanna dance?

Say no,

I’ll take a chance

asking next song.

And if twice

doesn’t wear on you,

honey—I’ll swear on you.

I’ll go out alone

to center floor

and jump the beat

like no one was there

but you and me,

and you might still say no

but if you do,

I’ll still kill it, slow....

Poetry

Light And Spontaneous Combustion

Cats against Schrödinger

2 min read

Saul almost fell in battle, making his way to a cave where he tripped right into a hole. The hole took him down to a place where he fought off the undead until he was one. With his new being, he only left at night to find food. His family was to be avoided at all costs. After all, he wanted a fair chunk out of his wife’s neck when he was alive. He often left the cave as someone would tell him, “Yo...

Humour

An Honest Funeral

Cats against Schrödinger

2 min read

In the casket laid Hubert Freckle. His family gathered to honor his passing. They all wore black. Not one of them had a lie left.

Though they had been warned against a eulogy, his son said he had to try. No matter what may happen, his father had asked for one in the will.

His son, Hubert the second, stood before the audience. He painfully tried to push the words he wrote for the eulogy from his ...

Humour

The Perfect Crime

Cats against Schrödinger

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After the murder

the suspects stood around the body,

crowing at each other.

The detective wandered the scene,

spoke to the curtains,

and came back without a clue.

The victim left a bloody message

saying who and how,

but never learned to spell.

It reads 2+2=4.

The assassin never killed anyone.

He’s as confused as you are.

But the Butler isn’t.

He waits for the detective

to see his stained glove...

Poetry

Humour

Cartoonish Prose

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About this time yesterday—in a mind warped beyond your comprehension—the Big Bad House Code Inspector saw a house made of sticks with a chubby rollie pollie of a man on the ground out front.

He was rolling down the lawn.

The Inspector called to him: “Is that house made of sticks?”

“Yes, sir!” He said that with all the emphasis on the second word.

“That’s against code. I’m going to have to ask ...

Humour

Big Bad Has Been Busy

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Little Red Riding Hood was cramped. She pushed and shoved, but there was little to no space in the wolf’s stomach.

The stomach growled as she moved about searching for her grandmother. It was like her grandmother may have already been digested. One thing really confused her, though. She kept finding straw, sticks, and bricks....