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Fuzzy Slippers
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Stories (3/0)
Little Lion Sleeps
When I was young the world was a vast magical plain filled with tall golden grasses and speckled with trees that held stardust in their branches. The universal expanse called out to me on warm summer evenings singing songs I would never understand. In moments of awe I would imagine myself drifting from galaxy to star cluster swirling with all the gases of the cosmos and they would cradle me in their endless dance.
By Fuzzy Slippers3 years ago in Humans
Have a Glass of Champagne
The coffee cup sat on the corner of the desk half drunk. The steam had already subsided and occasional waves of hazelnut drifted on the HVAC laden air. The blue hue from the computer screen demanded attention like a toddler kicking and screaming at the injustice of a different colored cup. Work, work, work was the mantra. The mantra repeated itself like an old school record skipping.
By Fuzzy Slippers3 years ago in Humans
The Long Walk
His eyes were quick and shifty as he looked across the desert he had been rudely dumped into. How could this have happened? He wondered, but wondering was meaningless, useless, and depressing. Wondering wouldn't get him out of this hot hell hole. Wondering couldn't send a helicopter down to pick him up and whisk him away to some tropical resort destination where he could be having a tequila sunrise with some hot babe in a string bikini. No, wondering did nothing. The sky above him started to shift from a dark purplish-grey to a faded blue. Morning was on its way and with it the heat would follow. There would be no hiding from what was about to happen. Only strategically planned moves. A game of chess on a board that was miles long and boiling hot.
By Fuzzy Slippers3 years ago in Horror