Krisha Is Loved By This Man
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A Story:
The Leaping Cat by Airon Tokzic
I had indoubtable anticipation of skinning a cat thoughtless earlier, but the only speech I could endure saw it leaping several feet in the air. I questioned the closest person to me. 'Pops, why is this creature set sail into the sky so high?' I had tried to watch it but the sun blurred my vision. My father grunted, 'For it is a sheep my kid, now go cut the hedges.'
Onward I went to achieve this eventful responsibility that my governor had set, but alas I had not a shears. How queer I be, out in the sun without a blade to see. If I had the sharp object desired, prehaps this impractical sight would not lay ahead of me. I tried using a piece of wood, It did not work. The jerk, how dare he ask me to go forth into the yard where this shrubbery may be, with a task that is inadequate to me.
I say, what may this be, a twisted unison of a diseased epee. The rust encoils the handle I must touch, with the hand I grasp my crutch, when at the lavatory. Fear of contamination I pick at the helve. To attack the branch, before replacing it on the shelf. Much to my amaze, I manage to clear a way, but am shocked at what laid before me.
Mother dear is that you, mangled as a shrew, by the shank belonging to my palm. Surely this can not be, I would not hurt a flea. Yet I've killed my own mother. What will daddy say, when he finds her this way, with the blood dripping from my fist. Prehaps I should have stopped sooner, never has a leaf dripped red whilst being hacked from its chamber.
"Son, boy, I'm here to view, the objective I set complete." My predecessor yells. Oh hell what to do, my brains a stu, bubbling over the sides. He finds me there, blood soaked hair, as I'd rubbed my face on her body. Strange you may think, but this was my parent, I loved so dear and accidently slashed, several thousand times. An evil grin inside, tell my papa lies? Or take his life away too.
I grab a sword, hurling it into his chest, listening to the last breath, as his essence fades slowly. My soul does disown me, but then again did I not disacknowledge its existence. For instance here is my family, motionless in the garden. Bury them I think not, decomposing sounds better and no hard work for a young child with out a spade in the world. Had I been a girl would this have happened?
Sin covers my figure, my heart does retreat, no longer do I long for its continuous beat. I pick up a steak as the great fire does not burn, I'm not a vampire, something I've grown to learn. Though the taste of my ancestors still tickles my tounge. With a final plunge the fun does end, a killing spree of three, dies with me, my friend.
The End. Airon Tokzic 2005
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