Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26157212-20150301051859

There was a weary old man who sits in his little shack near the mountainside. He's a lonely old man but for some reason he enjoys the loneliness of his quiet shack. He never had a person to love or be loved by which soothed him. He had a daily routine of taking a stroll close to the mountainside and resting against a Gray Birch tree. The ground had a rocky round feel to it and if you were to walk on it would feel as if the ground itself wasn’t even there. The man had a assortment of china valuables. Most of them are in a glass case but one china valuable that wasn’t in a glass case was a small china cat. The cat was painted white with the color red painted on the middle of its ears. There was two green spots on its neck representing leafs with a gold dot in the center of its neck. Its eyes were a calm yellow with two medium size black dots and a two little white dots in them. The man made the little china cat with materials that he found near a pound. Every night before he went to bed he put the little china cat on his night stand and went to sleep. One morning after waking up the man noticed the cats leafs were disproportionate. The left slightly bigger then the right. He froze for a moment knowing that it wasn’t like that when he made the little china cat. He felt a sudden burst of urgency that he never felt before. His hands started to feel numb and his stomach felt as if it was slowly impacting on itself. He hurried to his cabinet filled with little paint bottles. He grabbed the green paint bottle and quickly but steadily fixed the left leaf to be proportionate to the left leaf. As soon as he did that he noticed another flaw with the little china cat. The red paint in the right ear was faded compared to the left ear. His senses started to fade. His hearing was gone all together and his sense of touch completely disappeared. He hurried to the little red paint bottle and painted the right ear red to match the left ear. One of the cats whiskers was missing so the old man grab the little black bottle of paint but lost control of his hand and black paint ended up covering the little china cats eyes. The old man went completely blind and tripped on a basket that was left on the ground from yesterday. When the old man tripped he dropped the little china cat shattering it to pieces. All of the old mans bones disjointed and he couldn’t move. His eyelids shut and he felt as if he was trapped in a state of death. Just when the old man was about to break this state he withered away from existence. Unknown to anyone but a little china cat. 