'A Cat. It Summoned A Cat. I Knew I Took A Gamble Buying A Summoning Spell With No Title, But A Cat?'

'A cat. It summoned a cat. I knew I took a gamble buying a summoning spell with no title, but a cat?' those were his thoughts, then the cat spoke

"What is it you've summoned me for?"

The wizards mouth hangs open in shock. He's summoned his fair share of demons, but a cat demon? He's honestly never heard of one.

Image Prompt

Mom chill

The more you take, the more you leave behind

The more you take, the more you leave behind It's an odd statement, isn't it? It can go with a lot of things. Like footsteps, long and slow click clack of dress shoes pacing on a polished stone floor, or the hurried tip tap tip tap of heels, someone who's rushing to a date. Footsteps. The more you take, the more you leave behind Or maybe time? Moments, Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months Years. The more time you take somewhere, the less you have somewhere else. A clock is aways ticking somewhere, counting down. Is it counting the seconds until the next baby is born? Or is it counting the years until the earth dies? Time. The more you take, the more you leave behind. Or how about breaths? Sixteen breaths a minute. Nine hundred and sixty breaths an hour. Twenty three thousand and forty breaths a day. Eight million four hundred and nine thousand six hundred a year. Each one a bit closer to death. In one place someone takes their first breath, and in another someone else takes their last. Do you take your breaths slow, or hyperventilate them away from panic? Breaths. The more you take the more you leave behind. Breaths, Time, and steps. The more you take The more you leave behind

Once

Everyone has a once. Once upon a time. Once upon a midnight dreary. Once I..... Everyone​ lives once, we all get this one chance before we're thrown into something entirely new. Everyone has a special once, one you remember forever after. What's yours?

DONT TELL A WOMAN

I was once talking to one of my cousins, and in the lull of the conversation he turned to me and said "You should shave your arms" I asked why "Because they're hairy" "Well so are yours" I retorted "But I'm not a girl" Well why does that matter? It's the same body hair, and I naturally have less. What's the problem? Besides, body hair was originally to keep us warm, and have you seen women's clothes? They're thin and most don't leave much to the imagination, no matter what season they're for. And don't say I can just wear a sweatshirt, I do that. I wear an oversized sweatshirt because it's comfortable, which is also why I wear pants that were made for men. People tell me to wear the skin tight jeans, and thin uncovering shirts, because how else will someone know there's a beautiful woman under these clothes? I have a nice figure, I won't lie, but it's mostly because of genetics. Personally, I'm uncomfortable with it. Because people stare. So I wear my big baggy clothes, because I'm happy in them. Don't tell a woman to shave unless you would Don't tell a woman to wear this or wear that Don't tell a woman to smile more Don't tell a woman 'you would be prettier if-' Don't Just don't It's rude And frankly, if they're like me, it only makes them want to avoid people altogether

It's funny

It's funny how something small can do so much, and something big can do so little. Its funny how something that doesn't effect you, shatters someone else's world and someone can entirely ignore something that shatters your heart. What is nothing to you can be everything to someone else, and what is too much for you couldn't be enough for others. Funny how words spill and thoughts sink and hearts break and memories die and promises fade and life goes on as if it never had. Funny how everyone matters, no matter who we are. Funny how no one knows that. Its funny, isn't it? Or is it just sad?