So, this is my first story on here and right now I am writing this whilst on Facebook so excuse my mistakes ;) BTW this is dedicated to Marie (Mitrus) since she got me into writing on fan and also her stories are amazing (except for a few, which are different...) XD
Chapter 1:
I looked around and watched silently as the dust eddied and flowed around my finger like waves swirling. I flicked and the whole ecosystem crumbled and a dust tsunami was created. I sighed and stood up slowly. My hand trailing the sofa on which I was sitting. My fingers dipping and diving in the crevices and pits. The soft spongy material bounced as I pressed down gently. I lent against the arm and let it prod my back. I revelled in the first actual sign that I could feel. I swayed backwards and rolled into the springy fabric. This was the life...
Suddenly, a huge thud was heard in the next room along and I sat up sharply, sure that there was no-one else in my flat. I wandered slowly into the next room and stood tense as I saw some stirring in the rubble that used to be my wall. I siked myself up to go and find out what the thing was. As I slowly peeked out from behind the cabinet, I saw a small black cat siting down cleaning itself of the dust and dirt from the debris. I calmly ambled towards the cat and thrust my hand forwards tentatively before shuffling closer. The cat looked up and gazed at my hand with contempt before sitting on its hind legs and looking at me curiously muttered,
"What is the problem with you people? Always trying to poke me? I mean what?"
I staggered back and fell onto my back. Lying in the scree of my wall, I stared at the cat in horror wondering if I had just heard that.
"So, it's true, you haven't heard."
"Pardon, and I don't mean to be rude but did you, a cat just speak?"
The cat looked over at me with disgust and said,
"We really need a lot of time for this..."