1) The Midnight Mammal

It’s luxurious black fur brushed against the grimy brick wall purring mindlessly of thoughts he needed to for fill. His devilish bloody red eyes glimmered into the window watching a poor, lugubrious mortal soul. Soot painted this boy’s face who gazed upon the window, unaware of the gleaming cat. Of course the boy was unaware of a lot of things. The spiders that blended in with his messy black hair and the mindless comments made behind his back. The cat meowed slightly crooning the boy to come out.
“No.” Whispered the boy. “I’ll get in trouble.” He spoke as if they were old friends, but he hadn’t got a clue as to why the cat was there.
The cat meowed again, voice aching in pain. Please. The cat’s voice rang out.
“No.” The boy fixed his British taxi driver hat that was well rested on his head and angered at his feet for walking away from him. They walked to the door, dragging him along. Agreeing with the cat, having it the cat’s way. The door gave an eerie growl at the boy as his pale shaking hands pushed it out of his way. Now the room he was first present in was the room he lived in for most of his life. It was home to the other boys of the orphanage as well. They were all cuddle in their beds, as well as the spiders that slept by their sides. The rats were too busy chewing on the walls to be bothered but that’s how it all works out. The room he was now present in was the main room, with a hot roaring fire place and the smell of greediness in the air. Ahead was just about his door of freedom, and mad racking clawing sounds pounded on the door.
The boy trudged across the room attempting to not make a peep and slowly clung onto the rusted knob and turned. The door escaped his hand and led him out to the drafty midnight world. No one was a waiting on the other side of the chipped and peeled door, just a figment of his imagination. But he was willing enough to proceed out the door. Which he did and found himself face to face with the cool night air wrapping around him as he walked. The door was forcefully closed and a meow played behind the boy’s scrawny back.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” A deep voice occurred. “Daniel.”
The boy whipped around, no one but a cat. “Hello? Who’s there? And how would you know my name.”
With out a sudden gesture the cat dashed away making Daniel take a run for it.
“HEY! Come back here!” He shouted chasing after the magnificent midnight mammal.
“Try harder.” The voice played again startling Daniel.
“Who ARE you!?!”
“Can’t you see me? Can’t you figure it out? I’m your angel, Daniel. Proceeded here to answer your prayers. My fiendish elf.”
“I’m not an elf.” Daniel fussed as his breath ended and picked up again.
“Fine, Fine. But no human boy has pointed ears. But don’t believe me if you will.”
“It was a birth disorder, and how do you know about my issue?”
“Because I’m the one who gazes upon your window at night, against your will.”
“Right.” He whispered as the cat drove out of his blinded sight. “Hey where are-”
A cold hand rested upon his shoulder, clawing into his skin.
“DON’T YOU ESCAPE FROM ME BOY!”
Daniel turned around against his own free will and was in the mere presence of trouble.

It's glassy wonders

You stare into it’s glassy wonders and nothing is contain in its 4 sided invisible walls. It’s a dark dept room, and the only thing you could see is it looking at you. Your eyes immersed in it’s wonders, wondering. What will it release? And a tingling sensation burns up in the room, a mere light peaking through the ceiling. Blasting a yellow hole into the prism, something oddens in your eyes. Rainbows bursting out of the glass 4 sided triangle, erupting into the room as fire works, but more well maintain. And your eyes start to glimmer, reflecting its light. And the next thing you know… its black. And that magic of rainbow ribbons, disappears. You look around, amazed in obliviously and ask for more. And when those rainbows come out again- fear strikes. Your drowning in the pool of light, those bright colors smashing against your head. You feel like your being attacked by bees.
Because the prism is smart. It rejects your tastes. Your rounded ears, and mortal woes. Your neglectful crimes and your improper skills.
The magic only happens once in the eyes of the mortal soul. It decides if you are worthy are not. If you do not get welcomed into its glassy wonders, then you will ask for a second time. And it will label you as greedy.
But perhaps one will break that spell binding theory. One will enter its glassy wonders and live to tell the tale.
What ever is in that prism my friends-
You will enjoy it….
For a price, not so pretty.