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I Am KittenI Am Kitten
kitten bounced playfully across the green, grassy, field. Its crystal blue eyes were intent on the butterfly, flitting through the cobalt sky, black, red and green. The kitten pounced, miniature, white claws grasping the butterfly. It sunk its teeth into the struggling insect, stilling it, forever. The kitten withdrew its teeth and claws, no longer pristine white, but stained with black. Its crystal blue eyes darkened to the colour of midnight, the black of sin spread throughout its entire body, darkening it to the colour of soot. Its hair stood on end, it charged at me like a bull to a matador, blinded by its newfound rage. Once an innocent kitten, now a rage-filled monster, clawing at my legs, climbing up to my stomach, arms, neck and face, drawing rich, scarlet blood. The kitten's claws and teeth embedded in me, everything started to fade from my sight, the frenzied, black kitten the last thing to leave my narrowing field of vision.
I awoke, sweating wi
Hatred For YouI don't know why you came here,
But for now you're here to stay,
Why'd you have to come here?
I wish you'd go away.
My friend's decided you're one to warm to,
I dont like it one bit,
And the way she talks about you,
Nearly makes me sick.
My hate for you burns like Hades' Estate,
It's one thing I can't change,
In my mind you'll never have a clean slate,
I'm in a seething rage.
I hate the way you think you can never do wrong,
I'm so terribly sorry, but we just can't get along.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More