Taz the Cat

I am an aspiring writer! I adore my cats, and probably your cats, too.

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Taz the Cat

I am an aspiring writer! I adore my cats, and probably your cats, too.

Writings

Followers

Following

Where Does the Eye Meet the Sky?

Taz the Cat

1 min read

See the children of anew

Bracing play on a frame

Of something forever holy.

Whence does the storm arrive

To appeal a risker’s vision?

North, east, south, west, from God?

From then, with sights set yonder

Over forked winds

Of great seas.

Where does the eye meet the sky,

After the cattle lie to rest

In the fields of foretelling?

Beyond the power

Of one man

And all men.

To be hindered

By the cur...

Poetry

Drama

The Ghost In The Attic

Taz the Cat

1 min read

Making friends with the ghost in your attic brings you many benefits as well as faults.

Your translucent friend knocks over a box of heirlooms, then your mother rushes your cat, Pebbles, to the vet for ‘hysteria’. She returns home hours later, tearful, and informs you of a rare and deadly disease Pebbles had been diagnosed with. The cat lives, but everyone knows he wouldn’t have if his illness ha...

Lady Lake Abilarity

Taz the Cat

1 min read

“Tell me,” the ring of a voice travels for miles, disturbing the leaves of the south and the water of the north. Unnatural, yes. “Tell me what resides in the depths of this lake. What shall I find beneath the surface? Let me down now, after my treacherous journey. Are there fish born from the stars of above? A lost city, a relic? Are these waters bottomless like a great pit? Or will you raise my s...

Oi, World!

Taz the Cat

2 min read

Cats hissed satire at Sam and Karl as they passed the alley. There were hundreds of them hiding behind trash bins, hanging off power lines, snarling from within withered flowerbeds. The sneaky ones scaled the crumbling roofs of the low buildings to keep a close watch.

Sam sneezed once, twice, thrice. He was, unfortunately, very allergic to felines. Why he was sent to literal Cat-Central, he would...

Humour

Potential Model Home

Taz the Cat

1 min read

“You live here?”

“Yes.”

“And you think I can, what, bring it back? This thing hasn’t been in style for at LEAST fifty years.”

“You’d better believe it!”

I look at my client, then the wreckage of a bus he has brought me to… it checks out.

The bus my client…lives in…is so rundown I can hardly bare to look at it. The crusty white and vomit-coloured stripes that coat the outside might have been f...

Humour

Comical

Taz the Cat

1 min read

Tanya held herself with sophistication. She walked with it , she spoke with it, she relied on it, and, of course, she thought with it.

She had the sophistication the common folks of the little countryside town could never dream of. One needs dignity, something her lovely city had taught her. So, while the common folks tripped over each other, Tanya imagined skyscrapers all around.

Yes, Tanya hel...

Humour

Sanctuary

Taz the Cat

1 min read

The final close of the warm wood door.

I carry memories of rooms filled with life, and some devoid. The day the hired cleaners came through, the place lost everything it had been, swept clean of recognition and safety. The sickly-fresh smell of cleansing chemicals were cold.

May that be all that I can recall? Or will I know more, finding the key to the lock of the cavern of knowledge?

My thoug...

All The Things I Have Seen

Taz the Cat

1 min read

Seventy-fifth annual,

Playwright’s manual.

I have fought for the Order

And sought after the immortal.

Dagger’s ledge,

World’s end.

A crook’s grudge,

Doors that won’t budge.

Paris, Peru, Nepal.

I have seen it all....

Poetry

Man Of Green, Man Of Cold

Taz the Cat

1 min read

Man of green

Glow of foreseen,

Gas lamp gleaming

On a surreal evening.

He sees you.

Man of cold

You may freeze

With but a breeze.

Not to the fate of heart

When you become his art.

He sees you.

Man of dew

All that is left

After a theft.

Goodbye to the light,

Bright to sight.

He sees you.

Man of old

Eternal loss,

Growing moss.

Era of the untold,

Those to be must be bold.

He sees you.

Man of ...

Poetry

Horror