Writing Prompt

For someone as obsessed with running as I am, I’ve always felt a crippling stagnation within my own life. One that is only perpetuated by the juxtaposition of the running.

(Tap, tap, tap)

Stagnant people I pondered - in a way that I had thought made me sound very smart and psychoanalytical - hone their life in on a thing and when they fail, their life goes to shit. And they stop.

(Crunch. Crunc...

She ran into the streets, concrete scarring her bare feet. She didn't flinch, didn't stop. Her bloody feet would be healed soon, but not her broken heart. She ducked into a building, climbing up the wooden stairs. The sun was starting to rise, casting a faint glow of pink on the landscape. A black lantern beside her flickered out. Then she saw a fluff of gray behind the burned-out lantern. It was ...

My parents were all hush hush today - sneaking around and I heard strange sounds from a cardboard box. I felt an urge to open it but I stopped myself… later on, when Tom my brother went to bed they excitedly called me over. They opened the box and I saw two ebony beady eyes looking up at me lovingly. It was a KITTEN my dream had come true the day had finally arrived. I picked up the small fluffy b...

During a rainy day in Spring…

When I was younger…

My parents saved a stray kitten from drowning in a deep puddle…

After a few days of constant rain…

They took it to a veterinary hospital for animals…

And came back with the kitten in tow…

The cat was silky black with bright yellow eyes…

My parents tried to name him, but couldn’t find a good name…

I blurted out the name Haru…

He slowly walked tow...

Why is it that my only friend is you?

I cradled the fluffy cat in my arms. Her soft body rubbing against my cotton sweater. Rocking her back and forth I protected her. She was my baby, she was my friend, she was my life.

What do I do to make more?

I looked at the cat’s face. Beautiful. Round. Her precious eyes staring into mine with nothing other than kindness, not a peck of judgement hidden be...

Every day I’m out in the fields, searching for prey. Today I spent the morning crouched over a hole, scarcely breathing. Can they smell me, the way I can smell them? The scent fills my nostrils and his neck is in my mouth before I realize it. I shake and he thrashes; he’s gone in an instant.

I munch on this one for awhile; his meat isn’t what the boy deserves. Too old, too many bones; the boy nee...

The life of a cat isn’t always easy. Humans think we lounge around all day, waiting to be fed, disappear, and sleep. We’re no real bother to them, so they assume we have it easy.

That’s simply not true.

I’ve been a stray, sulking around crowded streets hoping for crumbs. I’ve been left in the wild, to fend for myself and my siblings, climbing trees and chasing mice to our hearts’ content.

But ...

My memory mostly is of their cat, Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was fat and bad-tempered. She disliked children and probably for good reason. She spent most of her time sleeping in places that nobody could reach. On the tops of high cabinets in rooms that seemed to have the least foottraffic although in a family with that many children there wasnt really a room like that. There was the living room, which...

'Mew...' a small voice came from behind a stack of boxes.

Aji heard it and peeked around the boxes. A small kitten shivered there. Aji gasped at seeing it and carefully reached down.

The kitten saw her hand and hissed before bating at it. It's sharp claws cut through Aji's skin.

"Ow..." She pulled away.

The kitten pressed itself to one of the boxes with its back arched. Aji stared into its eye...

She walks through the door.

Her head held high.

“Me-ow,” she grins, licking her lips.

“Willow?” I run over and pick her up. “There’s blood on you- are you okay?”

“Me-ow.” She kicks, I sit her down. She looks at me with devilish green eyes, the black kitten trots to the door and looks over her shoulder as if she’ll lead me to something.

“Are you bringing me somewhere?” I follow. “Where are we go...