HappyAmorph

Horses at least tend to be chill and they're cool and all. Tigers, lions, and wolves are just so cute and fluffy though. I see coyotes fairly often and I have to stop myself lol

The final act commences. You had not seen the first, nor any of the middle. The actors- the characters the actors were playing- had seemingly been through so much and had strong bonds between them. Even without prior context, there was a feeling of love and life, of hardships and great strength to overcome them. And all those wonderful memories!

You didn't see them, but felt them. And by the time the curtains drew, you convinced yourself you were there the whole time.

And if you are so convinced, how could you possibly be wrong? What a wonderful journey. What wonderful memories. What wonderful friends. You were there to see all of it, and you were up there with them.

Melting into the go

I was driving and stopped at a red light. There were a bunch of police officers. One of them pulled me over for no reason at all, then shot all the other officers while saying stuff like "You forced me to" to them right before they died. Then he looked at me last and said "You're going to confess that you did this right?" While staring at me with a completely insane, intense angry smile on his face (also he had really bright blue eyes which it made his stare feel more intense- no offense to blue eyed people lol). He shot me in the chest before I could even say anything and I woke up as soon as I died in the dream.

It felt incredibly real for some reason like I was actually about to die. Wok

Willpower has been seen to let people live after they're supposedly supposed to be dead. With enough refusal to die, perhaps one could simply live forever.

This is what I shall accomplish, mark my words. Even without a pulse or blood in my body, I will continue to move and speak. Of that, I am certain.

It will happen, because I believe it will.

I believe it will happen, because it will happen.

A body in a concrete room slammed repeatedly against iron bars. It had no face. No beginning. No end. No eyes. Just a mass of matted fur.

With every impact, blood gushed out of the side of its body. It made no cry of anguish as it did so, and did not seem to understand the pointlessness after hours of repeated bleeding. There were no signs of struggle at all, no heavy breathing or shuddering. Just unrelenting slamming into increasingly red bars. The flesh was mangled, revealing impossibly thin and fragile bone.

It slammed. It slammed. It kept going until the side of its body was just a caved-in mess of pulp and pinpricks. And it did not slow down.

Not even when only the opposite side of i

Don't just want an instant win×4ever= yaaaaaaaawwwwwn

I'd have much more fun being surprised, being stretched out like silly putty. Kill me and bring me back to life. Slam me against a wall until I forget floors and ceilings exist. If you want, you could even make me happy.

Just don't wake up and send me back to that nothingness, please.