Post by Katanaheart on Jan 8, 2018 3:07:22 GMT -5
I just typed this all up in Notes on my phone, so I haven’t checked for any spelling errors.
And I know this is probably idiotic to write and post here, but I’m going to do it anyway... (It’s probably going to be terrible as most of my normal writing usually is...
)
A black she-cat huddled in a reed bed, water up to her belly as she tried not to stare at the various, distorted monstrosities above.
She couldn’t even make out what they really were, just mere reflections of what looked like faces one moment, silhouettes the next, or a strange amalgamation that simply horrified her.
What seemed to make everything worse: they were speaking, ridiculing her over her own inadequacy and irrelevance, in an almost warbled voice; yet, for some reason, she could make out every word.
“Stop talking, why can’t you stop talking? No one wants you around, You’re just bothering everyone, a nuisance.” This first voice was cruel and angry for whatever reason, but it wasn’t exactly wrong.
She was a bother, and all she did was pointless open her mouth and yammer, since their old home had been destroyed.
Or had she been doing that all along and had just now realized it?
She shook her head, trying to abandon the thought, there was no need to add more maggots to a disgraced pile.
“You’re not relevant. Accept that. You lost your relevancy. Now either continue with your work or move on so it all can crumble into dust, that is your legacy. A pile of old bones that was trampled by time’s claws. You have lost it and will never regain it, no matter how hard you toil. Why be happy when you will you’re standing on feeble legs?”
This voice was different, it sounded not natural clearly, but much calmer than the angered one from before...
“It’s still going strong, I think... And I have a duty as an author, for my characters....” The she-cat’s voice sounded small and meek in comparison to the chiding voices surrounding her, the black cat gritted her teeth and stopped speaking.
“Ah! There goes the pointless yammering with those pitiful attempts at optimism. You can’t fight the truth. No one knows you, you’re too scared of bothering people for them to know you, you’re too terrified of accepting your own irrelevancy and just dropping off the face of this world like you should’ve done with your friends...”
The more irked voice thundered loudly as she flattened her ears against her skull.
“You should also stop what you’re doing. You’re an adult, not a whining kit. You deal with us by bottling, not crying and hoping that someone will listen. You confide when the moment is right, instead you’re bothering everyone with truths you need to accept, and actually perform the motions properly...”
When the cat opened her mouth to reply, it was a choking noise that had came out instead.
The water had risen as the more calmer voice had lectured her...
Her legs thrashed against unseeable water as she fought to keep her head above the engulfing darkness of the liquid.
The voice did have a point though, it was foolish to be doing this, right?
Surely, it was...
But...
And I know this is probably idiotic to write and post here, but I’m going to do it anyway... (It’s probably going to be terrible as most of my normal writing usually is...
)A black she-cat huddled in a reed bed, water up to her belly as she tried not to stare at the various, distorted monstrosities above.
She couldn’t even make out what they really were, just mere reflections of what looked like faces one moment, silhouettes the next, or a strange amalgamation that simply horrified her.
What seemed to make everything worse: they were speaking, ridiculing her over her own inadequacy and irrelevance, in an almost warbled voice; yet, for some reason, she could make out every word.
“Stop talking, why can’t you stop talking? No one wants you around, You’re just bothering everyone, a nuisance.” This first voice was cruel and angry for whatever reason, but it wasn’t exactly wrong.
She was a bother, and all she did was pointless open her mouth and yammer, since their old home had been destroyed.
Or had she been doing that all along and had just now realized it?
She shook her head, trying to abandon the thought, there was no need to add more maggots to a disgraced pile.
“You’re not relevant. Accept that. You lost your relevancy. Now either continue with your work or move on so it all can crumble into dust, that is your legacy. A pile of old bones that was trampled by time’s claws. You have lost it and will never regain it, no matter how hard you toil. Why be happy when you will you’re standing on feeble legs?”
This voice was different, it sounded not natural clearly, but much calmer than the angered one from before...
“It’s still going strong, I think... And I have a duty as an author, for my characters....” The she-cat’s voice sounded small and meek in comparison to the chiding voices surrounding her, the black cat gritted her teeth and stopped speaking.
“Ah! There goes the pointless yammering with those pitiful attempts at optimism. You can’t fight the truth. No one knows you, you’re too scared of bothering people for them to know you, you’re too terrified of accepting your own irrelevancy and just dropping off the face of this world like you should’ve done with your friends...”
The more irked voice thundered loudly as she flattened her ears against her skull.
“You should also stop what you’re doing. You’re an adult, not a whining kit. You deal with us by bottling, not crying and hoping that someone will listen. You confide when the moment is right, instead you’re bothering everyone with truths you need to accept, and actually perform the motions properly...”
When the cat opened her mouth to reply, it was a choking noise that had came out instead.
The water had risen as the more calmer voice had lectured her...
Her legs thrashed against unseeable water as she fought to keep her head above the engulfing darkness of the liquid.
The voice did have a point though, it was foolish to be doing this, right?
Surely, it was...
But...
