Intrusive

Story by Care A Lot on SoFurry

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the original makings or creation of "Cujo". All credit is due to Stephen King.


Yes, there stood I, and there sat I,

wrapped deep in fog and timothy,

looking at THE BOY, now what do I see?

Mountains of murder screaming to operate me.

"What's wrong, Cujo?", a voice of recognition

rings a small, blessed pound of mercy to petition

the lightning-strik'd cycle of normal course

where life and death, love and fear, begat from sublime source.

Endless movie in mind,

with flesh red shredded and bone white that grinds,

save the voice of THE BOY,

a nuance, a memory,

this rabid static nuisance inside my head,

reverses my form in rolling, speeding leaps,

highballing us farther into the fog.

Journal Entry, First Day

Today, around 12:20 p.m., I was assisting my stepfather and mother with some digging and re-shuffling of soil in the backyard of their beautiful home in Eastfield. It was good, honest work that any ready, healthy fur has more than capable means of...

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Untitled

I feel so out of the loop. All I ever wanted was to be a part of someone, to yiff with someone, to love with someone, to be healed by someone, because that was my dream, that was someone's dream, I believed. I spent my entire life in pursuit, placing...

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With Grace

With grace muddied at my disposal from a god that I believe in with an emotion of fear does my life lie and experience is my greatest friend I would much rather fall on my own mistakes than be delivered by easy peace and easy favor from a much too...

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