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Start your story with a character being led somewhere by a black cat.

Posted in Dramatic on Nov 1, 2024

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✍️ 65 stories

Mountain Cat Meets the Ship Destiny's Dreams

Submitted to Contest #275

In the 1800s off the northwest coast of South America a dark, cat-like shadow padded up the steps from below deck on a sailing schooner.The head of the animal tilted and the eyes glowed in the dark. It watched a man on the wooden deck of the boat, who was looking upward at the star constellations. The animal peered at the two legged creature and sniffed the air. She was young, and she was new to experiencing the world on her own after living with her mother.Curiosity and intelligence showed in her expressions. She slinked along with eye...

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F#ck Off, Cat!

Submitted to Contest #275

I was a dog person, not a cat person.I had always been a dog guy my whole life, so I was a little disjointed when the feral black cat sauntered out of the alley by my apartment building that morning and just glanced at me with a saucy look on her face and then began leading me towards the entrance to the downtown 6 train. I knew where I was going. I grew up here, for fuck sake. What am I, some God damned tourist? I don’t need your help. Fuck off, Cat! You’re lucky if I don’t kick you out into traffic. I know how to get to the fuckin’ subway....

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Sanctuary

Submitted to Contest #275

Penelope Now surrounded by strangers and completely alone, she muttered to herself, "Once again, I find that the darkness clings to me. I spent so long reaching for the light, but now it's gone out. I feel a chill deep in my bones no fire could banish."  Penelope needed help. Xanthos, her eldest son, had gone to his new room to rest up for his next shift, a thought that made her shudder. Kicked out of the inn for giving birth too loudly, she was left wandering the streets. As she ambled, her mind became lost in questions. Will I have to...

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The Reckoning

Submitted to Contest #275

As I followed down the street, the road wet beneath my feet,I crossed my heart and on the street I spat,For to follow behind a cat, A black one, at that,Was crazy, but then she looked at me and sat.  I met her eyes and they were green, the strangest I’d ever seen,She looked at me, right into my soul,And I knew that I must follow, That my pride, I must swallow,And face my past if I was to be whole. She lead to the garden of graves, and I knew that I must be brave,And face the demons that I held within,And so as she began to pur...

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Sabastian

Submitted to Contest #275

I remember the day that changed my life forever. It was the day my cat led me to the truth. One I never expected to find in a million years. Sabastian was a black cat with green eyes and a no-nonsense attitude. He was what folks called an ally cat and most of them believed -BLACK CATS- were bad luck. But not me after all Sabastian was my furry baby boy. My husband found him in a discarded box near our trash can when he was 6-week-old. Sabastian was a helpless little thing that could barely open his eyes. He was so small that he fit in the pa...

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Snowfall

Submitted to Contest #275

Though my sensors continually monitored the environment around us, that was an automatic process, so, treading onward, I focused most of my attention on following the big black cat and his smaller tawny brown sister as they dashed around like kittens in the snow, their paws sinking into the cold white stuff. Snowflakes adorned the long whiskers of the black cat. He paused and shook himself to dislodge some snow from his dark flank then ran after his playfellow, lumbering where she danced.I consistently monitored their energy expenditure...

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Following a Black Cat

Submitted to Contest #275

Here I am sitting in what once was my grandfather’s chair in the backyard, drinking coffee, eating a doughnut, but being totally alone, not even a  single squirrel in sight. It’s been a long time now that I have been alone. No wife – she died in a car crash five years ago. No son – he moved to Australia ten years ago, and won’t answer my calls. No brother, he is in ‘the home’ for the aged, and never speaks when I visit him. No pets in my life either, our last dog was in the car with my wife in the car crash.&nbs...

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Blackwood's Tomcat

Submitted to Contest #275

I'm sure all of you are familiar with that old superstition of black cats crossing your path being bad luck. For the majority of my lifetime, I would've dismissed that as complete and utter nonsense. An old wive's tale or something passed down from generations just to keep mundane people scared of mundane things. I ended up changing my mind on a still and lonely night while walking down a winding street bordered by a skeletal woodland in late October. Going for walks late at night had become a must for me at this point and about the only tim...

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Vampire adolescence

Submitted to Contest #275

"There, kitty kitty kitty!" Jay called out to his pet animal. The black cat curled its tail and stretched out its body before looking at us meaningfully and meowed ever so softly telling us to follow it. It smartly led us to the club. It is said that black cats can sense the creatures of the dark. Which was not why Jay had one. He was not afraid of other creatures of the dark (himself being a vampire), he just wasn't adventurous enough to get into a fight or have an interesting meeting with the others. Better safe than sorry. I objected, b...

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Listening to nothing.

Submitted to Contest #275

** This story contains references to road traffic accident***She sits uncomfortably perched on the wall at the top of the long garden of the Victorian semi. Beside her is the cat basket, and a tin of tuna fish, a spoon, a small cat dish and her book.Mostly, she just sits quietly, scanning the roof tops and bushes nearby for the little black cat. Periodically she tries to read a page of her book, unable to follow the story and rereading passages without understanding,but trying anyway.Sometimes she spoons a little tuna onto the dish, and gen...

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Fire Hill Farm and the Farmerette

Submitted to Contest #275

The witching hour is every minute for that worrisome rabbit. Upon dusk he worries about the carrots being stolen out of their beds , even if he is the primary culprit. The eggs from Miss Lily’s henhouse tend to disappear when Crow stops over with the pair of raccoons as they sit idle until after sunset. The farm dogs are consistently in heat nightly at all the wrong times of the hour and seasons. They are so stupid.Crow laughs. He is only seeking the friendship of his friend Warren, a brownish grey fluff of cuteness wolf pup. He really doesn...

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Remember

Submitted to Contest #275

The air hangs hot and humid, reaching nearly 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat trickles beneath your clothing as you move along. Just in front of you, a beautiful black cat wanders along the dusty pathways as though guiding you toward your final destination. You wonder if the cat knows what secrets lie herein, and secretly name him Quetzalcoatl. You stifle a laugh. Yes, the name’s more Aztec than Mayan but still, this cat looks so majestic as he moves, the name just seems to fit. The wind unexpectedly rustles through the trees as though the god...

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The Cat’s Secret

Submitted to Contest #275

The Cat’s Secret” by Edward J McCoulThe black cat’s eyes glowed in the darkness as it trotted down the deserted sidewalk, pausing now and then to look back, as if making sure its follower was still there. Cassie shivered, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders, her breath forming clouds in the cold October air. She hadn’t planned to be out so late on Halloween night, but the cat had been waiting on her doorstep, staring at her with those piercing yellow eyes until she’d felt compelled to follow.The streets were empty, the neighborhood...

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The Truth-Seeker’s Quest

Submitted to Contest #275

I huffed and heaved, having difficulty breathing, trying to catch up with the small creature with green eyes and black fur and a white patch on her chest. She was leading me somewhere — I guessed to a batch of kittens in danger since she was meowing very desperately, but I had been running with her for a while and so far nothing. If I stopped for a second, she’d meow at me like keep going!  “Where are you leading me cat?!” I yelled, but something told me to trust her. It was late and a school night. Mother will kill me if I come back ho...

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Purspective

Submitted to Contest #275

For as long as I could remember, my mother let me sleep in her room. She even brought my bed into her bedroom. My days were filled with drinking milk and playing. Occasionally, my mother would bathe me which was the absolute worst. Other than that, life was grand. In the words of my mother, I was her precious little guy. Everything was going great until one fateful night.I lay curled up in my bed while my mother slept in her bed next to mine. Though I was mostly asleep, an annoying noise kept threatening to pull me from the chains of unconsc...

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