Moira: Beyond The Truth

was stalking me. This time it's not just the eyes that I see. A creature by the wi

ture. It was a cat sitting in my window. Wait a

spontaneously took a deep breath. Am I dreaming? I sighed as I massaged my forehead. Why am I so scared li

time" someone whispered

ere?" I ask

e guests? At midnight? Impossible! Feeling curious, in the end, I decided to check down. Slowly I opened m

illusion. Why have I been hallucinating lately? Should I tell mom? Okay!

ng gently. Just like the movement of a cat's tail. What'

h her!" said the voice again. It is

was there, I felt very scared. Immediately, I climbed the stairs then locked my room and lay on my bed with the blanket coverin

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lt that I had woken up twice from my sleep. I loo

ut, I shook my head to get rid of my bad thoughts. It was just a d

elief that I'm still in my room. I stra

Reeny's house, I've always felt anxious. As i

t person's screams always ring in my ears. I'm not sure it's

he window. In the end, I did and felt the night wind blow against my face. I closed my eyes for a long time t

shouted sp

its yellow eyes similar to those of a python. This is not possible. A flying cat? I c

d reason. As I stepped back, Ursa Major also floated toward me. The cat's whiskers tw

ther step back. I don't know what I stepped on, but

heek. Good grief! I don't want to die silly falling out

fter that, slowly the world around me darkened, so dark that I couldn't see a spe

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es slowly. Sure enough! I saw a blue sky that stretched wide with pastel purple clouds with

ll trees only, those little trees are grass! Maybe it's more or less shaped like broccoli. Without a single stick of wood to support

ange street lamps. From each vine, something round appears with a

I guess I should be a writer because my crazy br

dreams lately. Terrorized by golden yellow eyes, and a cat sta

, you are great!

ees deserve to be called grass? This is strange considering

feathers of the bird are golden with tail feathers of various colors almost like a rainbow.

I had wings and wanted to fly with them. the birds f

ithout me knowing, the bird walked closer. But, at the same time, my mind slowly

. They get a little closer and try to hit me. Then, the piano boomed again. The birds screamed and then flapped thei

his is on