'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.

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Do you ever just lay awake at night and think about all the stuff you dream of doing But know will stay only a dream It hurts

Reblog if you have an original story!

I’m not talking about fanfictions or AU’s based off of a video game/comic/TV series, I’m talking about a story with a world and characters that are YOURS and YOURS alone.

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To remember, to remind, to re think But still be kind

She was a Shadow

She was a shadow. That’s what she had always been, and believed she would always be. Just a simple shadow. She wasn’t anyone’s shadow but her own, and that somehow made it worse. She’d go about her days, her weeks, her months, and years- but how many saw her? How many truly saw her? To most, she was naught but a ghost. A hint of what could have been. She was a shadow. A ghost. A lost soul.

She was a shadow. But she still had a life. She still had friends, or so she thought. She would talk and laugh, but was so easily forgotten by those who saw her. To her, time would simply stand still. How long had they been gone? Been rude? Been ignoring her? She couldn’t say. But she was almost always happy to pick up right where they had left off. From a few hours, to years, she’d welcome anyone with open arms. She was a shadow, but her heart was everything to her. Always welcoming, always happy.

She was a shadow, with a big heart. She attracted the wrong crowd, but always did her best to help. She tore herself apart, shredded her heart. She was left empty and bleeding so often, she couldn’t try anymore. If someone needed help, she couldn’t. It hurt. It hurt too much. She was the leftover remains of a shadow. The hint of a ghost. The glimpse of the last of someone. She still had her heart.

She was a shadow, a ghost, a soul. She was a helper, a lover, a rock to hold to when the tide gets too rough. But the shadow was broken by light, the ghost banished, the soul left behind. The help went unthanked, the love was used, and the rock broke.

And she was nothing

She was nothing. Had not mind, nor body, nor heart left to her. She was just It. There was nothing to it, and it was to nothing.

It loved and lost, and laughed and cried, and wished and hoped and prayed

It was foolish, and kind, and smart

It was loving and caring

But it was not missed.

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