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k2o4 United States. Feb 10 2012 16:15. Posts 4803 | | |
The black and white demonic cat hissed at me.
“Ain’t you a sweeeetie!” I said.
It was crawling over the brown couch and dodging all the holes where couch stuffing came out. A fucking psychotic cat crossing a minefield of fluff, heading towards my end of the couch. I reached out to pet it and the damn fuck swiped a claw at my hand.
“Ah don’ you wuvv me sooo much pussy!”
“Leave my fucking cat alone you animal!” she screamed at me from the kitchen. I could see her back through the door to my left, and the cat kept approaching me from the right. A crazy pussy on either side of me. They had me trapped. The pussy ruled the world and I was a victim of it, a loving victim.
“Shit, I’m scared of this thing like it’s ten fucking feet tall!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. As my hands flew up the little runt cat, couldn’t weigh more than 3, 4, pounds, lunged at my flying hands and slashed me right along my right knuckles.
“HOLY SHIT!” I said.
The cat was giving a screeching meow.
“What the fuck did you do now you lazy pig shit motherfucker!” she screamed at me.
“YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! YOUR FUCKING PUSSY ATTACKED ME!” I said while standing up. The cat was on the floor now, facing me with its back arched and its mouth hissing, slowly backing away like I would do something to it, like I would try revenge on my oppressor. It was smart to be wary. Normally I would run and hide from the brute, but not this time. This was the end of it.
I lunged at the cat and threw my right foot at its undercarriage. I was a fucking field goal kicker and this was the winning point. The window across the room was the damn goal posts and I was gonna drive it home, baby, I was gonna score one for all the oppressed males of the world. And I connected too, that cat meowed so loud I thought the fire alarm was gonna go off, or was going off, and it caught air, hit that high point right below the roof, seemed to float for a second, and then descended. Fell. It hit the wall about 2 ft to the right of the window and I cursed the fucking roof and all above it (including those fucking neighbors up there who woke up every morning at 6 am and stomped around in army boots or some shit) until I was out of breathe.
When I stopped cursing I saw her standing in the kitchen door and her face was shocked. The cat was running into the bedroom, hobbling along, wounded, hopefully dying. She had one hand over her mouth. I looked at her and shrugged, sat down. Life was good. That fucking devil pussy had been put in its place. It usually ruled me. One night I went to the bathroom and when I opened the door that little cat was sitting there. I tried to be nice, “Hey kitty kitty,” but that shit didn’t work and the fucker swiped at me. I was bare foot and in my shorts, and there was no way I was trying to get past that razor clawed feline when I was exposing so much skin. So I sat on the pot and looked at myself in the mirror for ten minutes, constantly opening the door to see if she was gone. Today was my victory; today the man in the top hat was chalking down a line in my column for a win.
“Serves the cunt right! Right dear?” I said. I looked back at the kitchen door and she was in it still, but now one hand was behind her back and her face looked unnaturally calm. She never looked calm, not even after she came, though maybe she never did cum. If woman would just stop faking it all the god damned time maybe we would learn to do it better, but since they fake, we just perform what we want.
“Tony, darling, dear, dearest. Why did you kick my cat?”
“Ah, that cats a street rat! We don’t need that thing around here anyway! Shit, you feed that thing better than you feed me!”
“But, Tony, honey… I love my cat. Don’t you love my cat?” she said as she started walking towards me, ever so slowly, hand still behind the back and her brown hair pulled back tight. She had killer lips and a kind of big nose, but the lips made up for the nose and her slot made up for the craziness.
“FUCK that cat! I love my own mother more than I love that cat, and you know I love a bum’s own shit more than I love my mother!” I said. I guess today was the day that I made a stand. No more submissive Joe Schmo, no more punching bag to pussy-kind. I wondered if I should be scared by the light tone and the hand behind the back and the slow walking, but it didn’t matter to me. I pulled my glass off the table to my left and had a nice, long, sip. I grinned at her.
“Ah, this is the life babe! You, me, our fucking glorious apartment and NO CAT!”
She lunged at me from about 3 feet away, pulling her hand from behind her back holding a knife. I didn’t see it very well; I just saw a glint of silver. She led with the knife, aiming it at my chest. I tried to make a move but was half drunk with my drink in hand, sitting down, dumb and no longer athletic.
Shit, this bitch is gonna kill me, she’ll be the end of me, I thought.
I made a bit of movement to the right and then the knife struck me, dead center, along the middle of my ribcage.
“AH YOU BITCH! YOU STABBED ME!! YOU STABBED ME!” I said. I swung my glass into the side of her head, thinking that maybe I could take her with me. The glass shattered, covered me with shards, and I threw my other hand to my chest to cover the wound, stop the bleeding.
“I’m going to die! Die because of you!”
She didn’t respond because she was falling to the ground, blood flowing from the side of her head. She landed face first in a pair of her dirty panties, faint shit stain down the center.
I screamed a bit more, grabbing my chest. I rolled off the couch and crawled to the phone, thinking that I had to call 911, I gotta do it, I gotta save my life. They won’t give me murder charges, it was self-defense. She’ll get charged. I just gotta live. Call the ambulance.
I got to the table with the phone on it and pulled the thing down by the cord. I yanked a bit hard and the damn cord came out of the wall. I almost cried. I don’t want to die, don’t want to die yet, I thought. I rolled onto my back, one hand still on my chest, holding it, trying to hold my guts in. I didn’t want them to spew out all over the floor. I could just see that damn cat eating them after I died, and the idea drove me crazy. That was no way for a man to die, although I was no real man. But I couldn’t die that way; I wouldn’t be that filthy feline’s last meal in this house.
I looked up at the roof and stared at the little hole that was there amongst the textured ceiling. It was about the size of the circle I make when I touch the tip of my index finger to the tip of my thumb. The girl upstairs wore short skirts a lot, and sometimes I would lie there with a bottle and look up at that hole, occasionally getting a glance or a peek up. Rita and I would watch that hole together sometimes. She liked to talk about how much nicer her pussy looked than our upstairs neighbors.
Sitting there, dying, wondering why I had to die like this, I hoped to get one more peek. At least I can die seeing that pussy again. I’m ruled by it. Ruled by the pussy, so let me have one last glance. My chest was throbbing with pain and I wondered--what do I look like on the inside? Will it be black and empty? Will soot come out of my chest instead of blood? And where is the blood? I don’t feel any on my hands…
I looked down at my chest and lifted my hand, and it was my chest, like normal, with my shirt still intact, no red stains, no hole in the fabric; no hole in me. I ripped at my shirt, tore the buttons, opened it up and looked. All I saw was a huge bruise. Strange. Can I die from a bruise, I thought. Then I realized I wasn’t dying.
“I’M GOING TO LIVE!” I said to the room. Then I heard a groan from Rita. I looked at her and realized why I was still alive – the knife in her hand was a butter knife that had bent on impact… nothing to be afraid of.
I heard a hiss from the cat. I gave the cat the finger. I rolled over and slid my way over to my wife and started stroking her hair as the cat watched me from the bedroom door.
“Rita, babe, you ok? Wake up. It’s ok. It’s ok.” I found the cut on her head, amongst her hair, where the hair was sticky and wet. I rubbed it and she stirred suddenly, and I realized that it must hurt her. I took my hand away and looked at it. Now here is the blood. My blood hasn’t been spilt. Her blood. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the blood off the tips and it tasted of copper.
“You need a drink girl. Let me fix you a drink.” And I got up and fixed her a drink, and myself a drink, as the cat hissed and I felt spite for it.
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k2o4 United States. Feb 10 2012 16:15. Posts 4803 | | |
randomly stumbled across some old short stories I wrote, figured ya'll might enjoy the insanity |
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YouGoTGoT United States. Feb 10 2012 16:29. Posts 1118 | | |
I have not figured it out yet, but im pretty sure there is a subliminal message about weed in there. |
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I enjoyed reading it. Post some more!
ah, and pic of girl with short skirt. |
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YoMeR United States. Feb 10 2012 22:22. Posts 12435 | | |
god i love amateur stories like this.
well played ;D |
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Almebeast Sweden. Feb 11 2012 05:07. Posts 797 | | |
Was sure it was something you dreamed last night... =0 |
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El_Tanque United States. Feb 11 2012 13:35. Posts 360 | | |
I think I read this the first time you posted it. It sounded familiar. |
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k2o4 United States. Feb 11 2012 14:04. Posts 4803 | | |
| | On February 11 2012 12:35 El_Tanque wrote:
I think I read this the first time you posted it. It sounded familiar. |
haha yeah this morning i started thinking "did I post this before?"
there's no moral or bigger idea. just a random ramble. Dunno wtf caused me to write it. =) |
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