Dripping with sarcasm, Melody taunted her cat, Whiskers. The poor beast howled in reply, obviously upset by her master’s blatant disregard for Whiskers’ aversion to dead things.
Melody held the mouse by its tail, swinging it back and forth in front of the cornered cat. “You ridiculous cat! You’re worthless. It’s just a good thing I put those mousetraps out otherwise we’d be overrun with these little pests.”
Whiskers kept tilting her head to the side, staring just past Melody. When she saw her opening between the brick wall and the swinging deceased mouse, she bolted from the corner.
“Come back you darn cat!” Melody hollered as she spun around while attempting to grab the scruff of Whiskers’ neck.
She missed and slammed her shoulder into the bricks, the only thing there to break her fall. Melody groped along the red stones in an effort to arrest her descent and caught hold of a loose brick.
No, it wasn’t a brick. It was far too squishy and as her fingers dug in, they seemed to disappear entirely. Melody screamed and released the brick, but in that brief span of time the changes had already started to occur. It was too late. Melody disappeared, dead mouse and all.
She was falling through space, through time, with no end. Her screams tore at her throat but nothing could be heard in the space around her. And space is was, literal space: stars, comets, moons, planets, all whizzing by at breakneck speeds. She was surrounded by a Cosmic display of brilliance leaving her in utter terror.
Melody released her death grip on the mouse and was caught by the sight of it drifting languidly through the cosmos as though taking a relaxing float at the beach. “What is this?” She mouthed the words to herself, now all alone.
Time had no beginning and no end for her here, slipping through the vast expanse of eternal night highlighted by the cosmic display of brilliance. The horror of it all was rooted in her complete singularity. Her life became a black hole.
After an immeasurable amount of time a faint sound hummed in the unending distance of space. Melody’s head swung back and forth in an effort to find the source of the irritating screech that continued to grow in intensity. Her cosmic hell grew worse by the second.
Space seemed to implode in slow motion. The stars closed in around her, their shimmering cosmic light tickling her face and arms. She thrashed about and began to hear her own screams. The light grew brighter, and Melody laid her arms across her face to block it out.
“Yowwwlllll!!!” the cat screamed, landing on Melody’s face.
She sat up with a scream of her own, disoriented and terrorized. Whiskers continued to claw her way around Melody. The young girl jumped from her bed to escape the scratching peskiness of her cat.
The next thing she knew, Whiskers flipped her head around proudly displaying her most recent catch: a plump little gray mouse, dangling by its tail.
“Oh, Whiskers, you naughty thing!” With great reluctance, Melody took the dead mouse from her cat’s jaws and flung it out the window. “Come here my perfect mouser.” She picked up Whiskers and gave her a good rub down the back and under her chin. “I must tell you, Whiskers. I had the strangest dream . . . .”
Oh this reminded me of one of my brother’s cats. Pablo and his sister Piper. Piper is not all there mentally but she is a great hunter…her brother, well he is here for a good time and free meals. Not mice for him thank you very much and don’t you dare try and feed him meat…he is a vegetarian. 😉 I was left wondering, thinking in my mind was it all a dream or was it reality made to look like a dream? :O
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I love that the question arises after the reading of it! Haha I love how different cats’ personalities can be. 🙂
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This is why I prefer cats to dogs. They are not so inclined to please but be pleased or meet you halfway 😉
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Poor cat. I love your description, I really felt like I was falling with Melody. Also, bonus points for the use of the word squishy 🙂
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Haha! I’ll have to remember words like squishy earn extra points. Thanks, PhoenixGrey. 🙂 I love your comment. Haha
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This was fun to read. I like the way you described this other world, I could feel myself falling. I like when writers use different words to describe things, and fun words like squishy!! 🙂
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I forget my vocabulary has an elementary school feel to it sometimes. Of course, having four kids in elementary school might do that to you! At least I’ve graduated from, “No, no. Food in mouth, not hair,” dialogue! 🙂
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I love that Whiskers gets in trouble for not killing the mouse in the beginning and then for catching the mouse in the end. Poor car can’t win! (Which is exactly how dreams work.)
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I wish I had the mind and talent to create something more Inceptionesque. 🙂 Thanks! Nothing is ever got I expect it should be in a dream. That’s probably why sometimes I want to go back to sleep and finish even though they might be incredibly strange. Do you ever do that?
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Interesting take IBFF!
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haha I was in a bit of a rush. If I were to edit the thing, it would likely be twice as long. Wait. Is that how editing is supposed to work? hmm….
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Intense moments in this one! I’m glad she appreciates Whiskers in the end (I love cats ;3). And you described the cosmic scenes beautifully.
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Thanks, E.! I thought I might have rushed them a little bit, but I was striving for extra short today while still getting the cosmic scope of things. 🙂 It seems I succeeded. Phew! Yes, I don’t love cats, but I appreciate the neighbor’s cat who wanders and catches all our mice! He’s a keeper. 🙂
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Aw, you haven’t met the right cats then. My cats are very dog-like; really! They follow me around, I toss those plastic easter eggs at them and they go fetch and skidding across the room after them, hilarious XD. Maybe I raised them to be dogs because my first pet was a dog. 🙂
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haha, could be. I am allergic to them, so that doesn’t help. I actually love how soft they are, though. Some of them have way too much attitude.
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Aw bummer, yeah being allergic would create a dislike. And yes, hehe, I have come across other cats with big attitudes! I’m glad mine aren’t like that X)
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You’re are like Wolfie from Barbie’s The Princess and the Pauper. 🙂
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Lol! I haven’t seen that. What is Wolfie like?
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a doggish cat
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Awesome, I need to create a doggish cat character of my own now! 😀
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That would be a fun one. Can’t wait to meet this new character. 🙂
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Maybe in next weeks Maaadness 😉
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yeesssssssssss
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So the question is… Was it really a dream? Hm.
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oooo, good question! *taps chin in deep contemplation* Wouldn’t that be a trip!
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Most definitely! I was like “heyyyyy, wait a minute!” It would be trippy if it wasn’t. Oh, the possibilities.
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And so this is one of the benefits of battling! oh the possibilities! 🙂 Love it!
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So true!
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You had me at the squishy brick that wasn’t. Reminds me of those falling dreams you have. This is a fun, yet chilling piece. ❤
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Thanks, Tess! 🙂 What’s funny is I felt more sorry for the cat than the girl! haha
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Ha ha ha. Me too. I wouldn’t mine to have such an experience…not that I would either. Ha ha. Hate to see the poor thing scared out of its wits. 😀 😀
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