I haven’t been posting poetry or shorts in a while, and these two fluff balls are part of the reason why. Because I know everyone loves cats, even people who claim to hate them, here are my cats & their back story.
Non-cat related creative writing will be appearing on this blog again very soon. I hope you all stick around to read it!
a quiet hello
Never too far
or too close
careful and calm
They never want to disappoint
saying yes, quietly smiling
but sometimes they need a hand to hold
to carry them from where they hide
Just a quick little mind splatter for you there, long time I know, but I’m back – sort of. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe even took something from it. See you after the next one.
Living in this concrete jungle I struggle to see their souls through the smog that lingers here.
It shouldn’t be here
But I’m lost
There’s a missing piece
It isn’t where it should be
But am I?
Determination falls flat
As time passes, laughing
Time doesn’t laugh, I do
This isn’t what it should be
This should be different, somehow
Changed, twisted, beyond this
I need more time
Time isn’t kind or giving
It doesn’t exist, how can it?
I have to make my own
I have to stop
It won’t sort itself out
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked. She walked around to Johnny’s desk and plucked the note book from beneath his crossed arms.
He sat back and sighed, before he said, “I was trying to make a start on my novel.”
“By sleeping on it?” she asked. She laughed and slid it back across to him. “What is it about?”
“You wouldn’t get it,” he said.
“Try me,” she uttered.
His eyes lit up, and the unwritten masterpiece played out in his mind.
There are two people walking into an alley way submerged in the darkness, and their shadows are thrown in front of them by the flickering orange streetlight at the entrance of their path. Neither of the figures have faces or names, they don’t need them, because suddenly the scenery changes and we are in a field.
The sun and the delicate breeze soak the couple that are lying on their backs, looking up into the canopy of trees. Exotic birds are singing, and in the distance sirens can be heard, but the couple have yet to notice.
The young man – tall, dark, and handsome – leans up onto his elbows and kisses his young lover on the lips. She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, but they both stop and look across at the road as two police cars and an ambulance speed past.
With reluctance they pack up their picnic and return to their car to drive back into the town. When they reach their home they take off their clothes and throw them onto their bedroom floor, and in one torturous minute of bone breaking pain they transform into wolves.
Once they are in their supernatural form they set off into the town, and before long they find the bodies. As soon as they turn their noses to the crime scene they know what has come to town.
“Vampires?” Sarah asked. She raised her brows and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.
“What’s wrong with vampires?” Johnny asked.
“Doesn’t everyone write about vampires?”
“Yeah, but mine are different. I have werewolves too.”
“That’s basically the plot to Twilight, but in reverse,” she said.
Johnny frowned and closed his notebook. “No it’s not,” he said. “Perry and Lisa are the town’s guardians.”
“Twilight,” Sarah uttered.
“They fight crime and solve murders,” he said. “The wolves in Twilight don’t do that.”
“Wait, so you have crime fighting werewolves?”
Jonny nodded and Sarah started to laugh, but she apologised lightly and turned to leave the room as she caught sight of his scowl. She reached out to the handle, but the door opened before she touched it.
As the door slowly came to a stop, a rough voice asked into the room, “What’s wrong with crime fighting werewolves?”
Sarah stood back as the naked figure stepped into the room, and her face drained of colour.
“Perry?” Johnny uttered in a breath, before he put his hand to his forehead and collapsed beneath his desk.
Hello! Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed our brief encounter with Sarah and Jonny – it was as brief to write as it is to read, my favourite kind of story. Today I was kindly informed that it is my one year WordPress anniversary, so I decided to do a supernatural short story to mirror the story I posted when I first arrived here! See you next Saturday for more five minute stories!