Writing

I've decided I want to write more. So I'm going to try and write something every day and put it here.

Cats

Everything was covered in snow. The cars the trees the hills the cats. Lightning came down and melted some of the snow. Now there was a puddle.

The cats hissed. They didn’t like getting wet. They shot out of the puddle then wandered back to it and lapped it up.

The puddle was gone so the cats wandered off. They were looking for their houses. They couldn’t tell which hills of snow were houses which were trees or which were hills.

The cats’ footprints left trails in the snow. The angels watched and tried to find pictures in the scribbled lines.

The angels stood on the powerlines. They were supposed to be unhooking the hanging sneakers. But the cats were more interesting.

The cats were all black. They walked onto the lake which was covered in ice. They dug in their claws to stop from sliding.

One of the cats left the others on the lake. It walked to a pylon and started climbing. The angels were worried. They started trying to unhook the sneakers before the cat arrived.

The cat got to the top of the pylon and looked at the angels. It raised an eyebrow. More lightning came down. It hit the angels and they fell off the powerlines.

The lightning moved along the powerlines and the streetlights lit up. The cats on the lake turned around and saw the angels. They walked over and ate all the meat. The bones were white on the snow.