Scat Novels & Stories

Bright

Megan sank into the bathtub, allowing her body welcome the warm and soothing water. She had missed this; the peace of mind that comes with the loneliness of her apartment, the freedom to do as she pleased without being restricted, the lavender smell of her bathroom and quacky, the small rubber duck sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She reached out and rubbed the slippery head before squeezing the belly, it made a short quack noise and Megan half laughed. She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest.

It had a foul scent, like smoke. Trix pressed on further and nearly died when giant reptilian eyes suddenly appeared out of the dark. They glowed red and stared directly at her. Time seemed to slow as all Trix could hear was her frantically beating heart, pounding in her ears. She released a forced breath softly and slowly lifted her hands, earning another cloud of warm smoky air in her face. She slowly began to back away, breathing as calmly as she could. Tears pooled in her eyes and her chest burned. She was having a hard time breathing calmly when she was scared out of her mind. Her feet suddenly stepped on something hard.

7:30pm Aunt: What the hell is wrong with you, why ain't u picking my calls? 8:00pm Catherine: I called your number twice but you weren't picking. How was work today? I wont be coming to school tomorrow, I went out with my dad today, Infact, my dad is seizing my phone from me cos he said he doesn't want anything to distract me from what we want to do, we're travelling... Full update when I come back... Love you dear... See ya later

He fixed on houses and appliances. Kita looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Girl you might have let your future walked away. You gave that wack ass Damien a change. That man was too damn fine to turn down. If i wasn't married, I'll call his ass. I'm tempted to call him for you." She said with a shake of her head. "Girl bye. I don't need another man. I need my kids. And Hoe don't worry bout my kitty. I got enough toys to keep her satisfied. " i said with a laugh. We got up to walk to our cars.

Grief stricken that I have to go. Braxton puts his arm around me and holds me close, his face in my hair. He holds me like that for a long moment, breathing me in as I inhale the scents of the garden around us. A butterfly whispers by on a breeze, it’s blue and black wings catching the sunlight and giving it a twinkle. A few more in various sizes and colors follow. To be that free, like the butterflies or the birds, to take off and fly wherever I want… any time I want… wouldn’t that be heavenly?

Status: Active Assignment — HIGH RISK Appearance: Tall with a compact build and carved jaw, pale-green eyes that rarely soften. Scar that bisects his eyebrow (reminder of a close call). Moves like someone who has practiced constraint until the muscles remember it for him. He looks like a man who could kill you and also quietly hold you while you cry.

Eyes glowing a bruised gold. Claws scrape sparks from the bitumen as it screams in two voices—one shrill, one buried in gravel. “Faith, get to the car!” Scott barks. Faith sprints for the 1980’s back to the Future tribute Hilux. The creature pivots midair, tracking motion with the simple intelligence of a hunting thing—smart enough to pick a target, dumb enough to do it in front of him. “Ah!” it hissed. Scott’s boots slide on the wet road as he hauls open the tray and closes his hand around the old aluminium bat. No tricks. No symbols. Just leverage and timing.

Scott muttered and sat inside his own car, and left. Tbc... Check MY I* @chantinglove138 for the visuals of the bracelet!

Turning back, I noticed Hayden still seated on the car hood, his gaze fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to join me. It took him a moment to rise, but he eventually slipped off his shoes, leaving them beside mine, before making his way toward me. Drawing closer, he wore a mischievous smirk, furrowing my brows in confusion. Upon entering the water, he stooped down, retrieving something and playfully tossing it into my hair. As I felt it move, I instantly recognized it as a sea cockroach. Letting out a scream, I swiftly plucked it from my hair and flung it onto his head. Chuckling, he calmly removed it, meeting my gaze.