PepperMist's Amazing Life

He seemed so sad. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew. I could hear it in his voice. He hadn’t sounded this way since…

I abandoned that thought. No need to relive that now. I gently touched the inside of his elbow, succeeding in ceasing both his words and his feet. I let my fingers trail down the length of his forearm pausing sadly at the scars on his wrist then pushing my fingers in between his, intertwining them. He looked at me, the barest hint of a smile brightening his face, before picking up the briefly forgotten conversation.

There’s a small table in the front window at my favorite restaurant. My table. Every Saturday I sit there, waiting. Sometimes I’ll stay after they close and help clean up. We laugh and play, but I can’t help but remember why I had come there in the first place. Dad promised he would be there. He always says that. It’s always a lie. But today, as I stayed after closing and gossiped with the staff, I finally figured it out. He’s not my real family. My family works at my favorite restaurant. Today, they handed me their help wanted sign.

i think this one might be cheating a little bit with the image, but there is no way to actually write that on here so i had to improvise…
Distance=

distance= miles

Different ways to measure, to explain just how far apart two things are, but how do you measure the distance between two people?

We used to be inseparable. People would tell us that we might as well be Siamese twins, because we were attached at the hip. But then someone broke the connection that was our friendship, and instead of helping me stich it back together, you left with the attacker.

Just as a man who lost his arm can sometimes feel it itch, I can still feel our friendship even though I know it’s gone forever.

well this was supposed to be for Vv’s hundred word challenge (Voice), but of coarse I finished only about an hour after the deadline. but after all that hard work, I’ll be damned if i don’t let SOMEONE admire my work. so here it is. tell me what you think.

He seemed so sad. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew. I could hear it in his voice. He hadn’t sounded this way since…

I abandoned that thought. No need to relive that now. I gently touched the inside of his elbow, succeeding in ceasing both his words and his feet. I let my fingers trail down the length of his forearm pausing sadly at the scars on his wrist before pushing my fingers in between his, intertwining them. He looked at me, the barest hint of a smile touching his lips, before picking up the briefly forgotten conversation.

She is slender, silky, and sleek, soft, adorable, yet fierce, with fine-tuned reflexes, and perfect balance. She is silly, and warm, lovable and intolerable. She is eloquent, magnificent, and powerful. She is a huntress in the night, but lazy as the sun rises. She is willowy, and flexible. she will always land on her feet. Her worst enemy is her best friend. If you call her name she will meander the other way, but ignore her and she will be persistent in her pursuit for your attention.

She is a common house cat, yet there is nothing common about her.