House of [Cats

A few weeks after my [wife left, an awful yellow [cat began to come up to my back door in the mornings before I left for work. The door was glass, so I could see it pretty clearly. I never fed it, so I’m not sure why it kept coming back.

I only mention the [cat because on the morning they found my grandfather dead at his house, or rather, when I got the call, the [cat was covered head to feet in a dark red blood. There were patches of visible fur, particularly along its back, which made me wonder if it’s been in a fight.

I’ve always been particularly afraid of things like rabies, or other infectious pathogens that wild animals can gift with a bite, so I didn’t open the door to check on it. It stared at me through the glass that morning. Usually it ignores me, but I’m pretty sure it was watching me. It left around noon. I left around two, feeling pretty spooked. I intended to come back before dark, but I forgot, and so once I realized the sun had set, I booked a room here.

That’s when I found the body, and called you.

I get the impression you think the [cat was involved?

Not really. I don’t know. It’s just weird, isn’t it?

Have you been back home since then?

No. I’m afraid, sir.

Done

A Tepid Crossing is finished.

I'm going to do a run-through of grammatical and spelling errors, fix a few glaring plot issues, and then ask for people to do some read throughs of the first draft.

It's 69,412 words long, 160 pages at 12 pt times new roman, and it has a beginning, middle, and end.

I gotta say I'm prouder of this than I've been of anything I've ever done. And it's not even finished.

Hopefully I can get ya'll a copy by the time November starts.

Thanks for being patient!

100 words - We were all so happy for you.

We were all so happy for you.

When they took you from our green dew frosted lawn, we smiled and wished you good luck as they took you off into the world.

When you stopped the war, we cheered your name, told our friends how proud we were that you accomplished so much. That you were so much.

When years passed, and you destroyed our enemies, we posted your face on street corners, in our homes.

When you found the traitors, still, we celebrated your brilliance.

And when you took us to the camps, we never stopped praising your name.

100 words - Away From His Light

It was a late night and the air was cold and bitter. There was a man who stood about a full foot higher than most men, wider than most men, tossing and turning a bit of wood over in an open flame with a metal poker.

A footfall behind him and he turned, reaching to his belt to pull out his stolen steel revolver. When he turned he could see her eyes glimmering in the dark.

He stood and walked away from his light, the world dimming.

“I know you’re here for me,” he said.

Sweat beaded on his brow.

100 words - Amicus Tallheart

Amicus adjusted his gloves before stepping out to address the invaders in the tower atrium.

“Good evening,” he said.

Their warrior began to charge, without provocation, her legs pounding across the concrete floor. She was young. She wore chainmail, and carried a sword and shield.

Amicus held up his right hand, and the girl stopped. Amicus hadn’t actually done anything yet; he felt that gestures were more likely to elicit reaction, though. When the soldier became confused, Amicus shifted the world.

The swordswoman watched her iron rust, and her shield rot.

“Let’s discuss this,” Amicus said, grinning beneath his mask.

100 words - The Wrong Kind of Party

The first thing I noticed was that there were no lights on the walls or ceiling. People had long thin strands around their clothing and necks, and these were the sole sources of illumination.

You’ll understand if this seems dark.

Addy led me past a table where three young girls were drinking shot glasses full of a thick red liquid.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“They’re doing shots,” she said. She took me by the hand and tugged, smiling.

Next I saw a skull tattooed man. One of the bright strands was worming its way into a cut on his arm.

Eventide Manor

I'm starting a text based adventure called Eventide Manor, primarily so I can have an easy way to practice writing, but also because I've always wanted to do a text based adventure.

Here's the link: http://eventidemanor.tumblr.com/

I'd very much appreciate you to read and respond. You don't need a tumblr account to leave submissions. A note for the first question: the character can be a guy or a girl, doesn't matter.

Thanks!