My cat Chedda has been down in the dumps lately; ever since he lost his best friend Winslow, he just didn't know what to do with himself besides walk around and mourning. I tried everything to cheer that cat up, but nothing seemed to work. My current partner, Shea Tacit, definitely wasn't helping. I lived at their house and they - on day one - never liked Chedda or Winslow. They never told me the reason; maybe it was justice or maybe it was irrational thinking, but they would never go any further than "I just don't." I tried spending time with both Chedda and Shea, but it just never worked out. One day, when I was getting back from work, I heard shrieking upstairs. I didn't recognize it at first. I quickly yet quietly went up the stairs to check out what was going on. There is where I saw it: Chedda laying in a pool of red below Shea with a high heel that matched with the pool. I would be in shock and disbelief. Shea tried to explain themselves but I wasn't listening to what they had to say. My attention was all glued on my heavily injured cat. I suppose that's what caused Shea to somehow snap, because they started yelling about how I never ever loved them in the first place and only cared about the cat. They raised the high heel but I managed to quickly snatch Chedda before the full swing happened. I booked it out of the house with Chedda in arms and Shea barreling towards me.
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Emoji Writings
Short StoryThis is a little side thing I like doing where I randomly generate three emojis and try making a short story out of them. It's a nice stress reliever and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!