My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 17

Maya was not going to come back to camp without her orb. She slept by the plant, expecting to have another dream like the other two, but she didn’t. There was just this light, and a sound, like a musical note that she couldn’t quite describe; it was like when you pulled the branches apart in the oak she traveled in – warm but cool, windy but still, light but dark – this was a soft note, but loud and high-pitched, and very low, all at the same time. It wasn’t even as… neat as the oak. It was all messy, the opposites were jumbled, and you had to look for it, or listen, or maybe both…
And the wind! The wind knocked the wind out of her! Or something! And every oxymoron that could ever have been was THERE! (Maya ate the jumbo shrimp. It was good.)

Then dawn came, but it was hard to tell. It came when you were beginning to think that it might not after all. All of Maya’s dreams ended that way – dawn came, and she was in the light and woke up. But in this dream, right before dawn came, the light – and everything else – turned Maya’s favorite shade of green, very familiar… and right before it all turned green, she heard a voice:

“Oh, no, you ain’t!”

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One Response to “Chapter 17”

  1. Writer
    5:04 pm on July 30th, 2009

    I love this chapter. One minute, it has you in awe of this confusing dream poor Maya has to figure out, then the next minute, Maya’s eating jumbo shrimp.

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