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ConditionedA Poem by KayrisJust because you're of different physicality doesn't mean you're of different culture. |
My KittyA Poem by KiyoshiakiraIt's just a poem for kids about my kittens |
My Handsome Man...A Poem by Winslow Des TotesTo my dearly departed cat |
DeadlockA Book by Faith MairiJinx is an experiment living in the facility DeadLock. Surrounded by enemies, she takes her temper out on fighting with her fellow freaks as they all .. |
Welcome Back to HellA Chapter by Faith MairiThe metal fence gate opened and I was pushed roughly through the gap. Stray endings of metal nicked the bare skin of my arms and I gritted my teeth as.. |
CagedA Chapter by Faith Mairi"Now I think you're just taking the piss, you've been lying there for far too long."I grimaced and opened my eyes, glaring at the so called doctor sit.. |
A Contract Between Master and ServantA Poem by Kathrine RethornThe cat chooses the human. |
Feeding the cat.A Poem by openmindI'm vegan, and in a moment of feeding my cat pieces of chicken, feeling conflicted, I found inspiration to write this. |
Susie's choiceA Poem by Mrudula RaniBefore I went to the hospital to have my baby, My daughter made it very clear, without babbling, "I do not want a sister." Is she considering the.. |
Cat in the StormA Story by gabi123An American couple, the rain, and a cat... |
The Grey Cat's TaleA Chapter by CelestirysThe stray tomcat turned out to be a shapeshifter, who travelled to the village to warn the young girl. As the grey cat tells his tale, Sharla begins t.. |
The Cat LadyA Poem by Stacy PurvisCat Lady With CatsShe Cannot Hear You At AllAlone With Her Cats 🐈 |
UglyA Story by Joey NizzIt was just then when I felt a familiar tugging, felt like a tongue just playing on my ear. Ugly was playfully licking my ear, playful yet in so much .. |
Chapter (6) MARTHA'S CATA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANMARTHA’S CAT Henry closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrances rising from the rows of Night Scented Stocks along the flower bor.. |
The Pet OctopusA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhile wandering on a local beachHalf buried in weed and sand,The sparkle of something caught my eyeThe shape of an old tin can.I kicked it loose from .. |