This is a story that I wrote for a écriture contest at school. It's called My Sweet Release... Here it is:
My Sweet Release
MY NAME IS DREAM, AND TONIGHT, I lay here to die. Just lying here is perdition, and my faithless mind reminds me that miracles don’t exist. My cœur, coeur bleeds out, and my newborns are still unaware of my predicament. As my little chatons feel content now, I recall everything in my life that led me to this moment. …
When I was nine months old, I was a normal housecat; carefree, jubilant, peaceful. I still lived with my mother, as she took care of her latest litter. There were...
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