The Tail Story Novels & Stories

she says, I turned blood red now, I knew, mom explained those to me before, I don't think I have ever had such an embarrassing chat as that one. I was younger and saw a girl with a cat tail, I wanted one, and papa said no, I kept fussing until mom decided to explain why I can't have one. The pet accessories are made of a...I can't even think about it, the ears are usually clip-on, but the tail, Uhm...it goes up your bum. I don't want anything in my bum, can't I be a tailless pet? "I take it by that blush you know it means," she says, and I nod my head yes, I don't want to be that, didn't they say we'll be sent to school to be taught about those things first?

It's teeth and chin covered with blood. "When they are eating their food, stay focused, be on watch, their tails will begin to grow. Open the cage as fast as you can, get in the cage as fast as you can, cut the tail and flee for your life." Those were the last word cautioned by the old woman, Matendechere. Abednego could not help imagine, finally leaving this place, where he had encountered terror draw forth the most loathsome of emotions. He stood for a moment and reflected.

Red Tail pouted slightly. Lyra remained unmoved and pretended to be serious, "If you try to hug me again, I won't tell you a story." Red Tail whimpered, unhappy, "lyra is cheating!" But ultimately, the desire to hear a story prevailed, and he withdrew his eager hands. Lyra looked at his sulking expression and suddenly smiled. She reached out and gently pinched Red Tail's face, her eyes filled with helpless tenderness, "Okay, good morning, Red Tail."

It was a peculiar gesture, one that piqued my interest even further. I couldn't help but press for more information. "What do you mean? Is there something special about my tail?" I asked, my eyes shifting to observe my seemingly ordinary appendage. I failed to see anything remarkable about it, yet the woman's reaction suggested otherwise. Her hand instinctively rose to cover her mouth, her eyes widening in astonishment. "Oh, how fortunate you are," she exclaimed, her voice muffled by her palm. I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue. What was it about my tail that elicited such a response?

“That’s not how it works though. I made the final cut, I ended the story. You got what you wanted and I’m supposed to be saved. There are rules to every story, the Tailor told me.” “And I believe he also told you the best stories never follow these rules quite how you’d expect.” “But I’m supposed to be saved.” “And you will be saved, by living through the deaths of every victim this story has ever taken. It’s the only salvation this story can offer you. It’s also the only way to rebuild the story, one agonising death at a time, until it’s back to its old monstrous size.”